He hummed, then a smile stretched across his face. “You should come and check it out with me. As long as you’re driving.”
I laughed. “How can you not want to drive?”
“You lot drive on the wrong fucking side of the road!” he cried, and I bit back my laughter.
I lost the battle when Brayden rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Such a baby.”
Still laughing, I replied, “I’m happy to drive, and I’d love to see it. But if it’s only the school district stopping you and not the house itself, it sounds like you’re ready to make the decision.”
“Eh, come and see it with me anyway,” Spencer insisted.
“Sure.” I gestured to Hannah asleep on my lap and added, “If you don’t want to stay—”
“We’ll get some groceries,” Brayden responded.
***
With Hannah finally down for the night, I closed the door to her room and found Spencer and Brayden standing in the living room, waiting for me. I could take the hint, and honestly, I was surprised they’d stayed this long.
“Thanks again for everything. Dinner was incredible.”
Spencer had made a chicken parmi—a schnitzel topped with a tomato and herb sauce, ham, and melted cheese, with thick-cut fries and a salad. Apparently it was a pub staple for him back home, and he’d missed it since arriving in the US.
“We’re happy to be here,” Brayden responded, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
I rested my hands on his chest and felt his heart beating strong and true under my palm. “You don't need to stick around if you don't want to.”
I wasn’t selfish enough to ask them to stay, even though I desperately wanted them to. I didn’t want to be alone, but more than that, I wanted to be with them. I wanted the smallmoments—the cuddles and the kisses, resting my head on one of their shoulders or holding their hands. I wanted to see them with Hannah and for us to talk and laugh together. I wanted the family I’d always dreamed of with them.
“Who says we don't want to?” Spencer asked, and my heart beat harder, hope soaring in me. Brayden stepped closer, cupping my cheek and raising my lips to his. He kissed me gently, a slow, chaste one. Spencer slotted in behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder, then wrapped his arms around Brayden’s and my waists.
Spencer leaned in and kissed his husband, pulling him tighter against me until I was sandwiched between them. My head fell back, resting on Spencer’s shoulder, and I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair to keep him close.
“You’ve been around people all day,” I mumbled, needing to give him the option to leave if he was only staying because he felt obliged to. “You said you prefer your own space.”
“I lied,” he murmured and kissed my neck. Gooseflesh pebbled all over my skin.
I opened my eyes and arched a brow. “You were hissing like a cat every time anyone got close to you at the office.”
Spencer laughed and nuzzled me again. “As a general rule, people can go fuck themselves. I don't like people.”
“Right,” I said slowly. He was making no sense. But he was scrambling my brains with his tongue on my neck.
“But you're not people, Keels. Neither is Hannah. I like spending time with my ladies and my guy.”
Freakingswoon.How was it that with a few sentences he could set off a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies in my belly and have me wanting to kick my legs and squeal?
I managed a much more sedate “Your ladies?” than I felt, but I couldn’t hide, my smile.
“Yep,” he stated, popping the “p.” And there went the butterflies again.
“Simple as that,” Brayden added.
“Pretty much,” Spencer agreed, then scrambled my brain when he slid his hands under my top, stroking his warm, calloused fingers against my skin. He kissed a line up my throat, and Brayden leaned in, capturing my lips with his. Our tongues tangled, and I tasted the sweet and sour tamarind juice on his lips.
Spencer set fire to my body as he trailed his fingertips over me, gooseflesh rising in their wake. I broke Brayden’s kiss and gasped as Spencer stroked his thumbs over my taut nipples. He inched the hem of my shirt up, exposing my rounded belly. “Do you want this, Keels?”
“Take it off,” I begged, unashamed of how needy I sounded. “I want you both.”
