Love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s in the little things, like a cup of coffee made just the way I like it or giving me his jacket when I’m cold.
But sometimes love looks like an entire art studio because he knows how much you love painting.
I don’t know exactly when I fell in love with them—Santiago, Levi, and Walker.
But it happened.
These men have captured my heart, and I don’t want them to give it back.
My head rests against Walker’s chest with his arms around me as we stand in the studio he built for me.
Santiago appears in the doorway, brushing sawdust from his jeans, and his gaze lands on me. His expression goes through a million emotions. Confusion, concern, shock, love.
A smirk curves one side of his mouth. “I take it she likes it.”
A watery laugh slips from my mouth, and I nod. “I love it.”
Santiago steps further inside, “I helped pick out the windows.”
My watery laugh turns joyful. “Oh, yeah?”
A sly thought makes my smile shift into something downright sinful.
I take a step back and drop my arms, prompting Walker to do the same.
“I guess I need to find a way to thank you two.”
Santiago’s brows almost shoot right off his face, and Walker does a slow blink.
Reaching the stool, I sit on the edge and spread my legs, revealing my lack of panties. Santiago looks as if he’s about to fall on his knees. The heat in Walker’s eyes makes me think I might be in trouble.
I tug on the hem, pulling it up further.
“Ay Dios mío.”Oh my God.
Santiago practically sprints across the room, but Walker gets to me first, charging at me like a bull. He grips my wrist, yanking me to my feet.
My heart stutters in excitement.
Walker bends, bringing his face close to mine. “Are you telling me that you came all the way out here, risking the possibility of passing wranglers, without any panties on while wearingmyclothes?”
My thighs clench, needy and empty. “Notclothes. I’m only wearing one thing of yours.”
“It seems to me you’re just wearing one thing. Period,” he barks.
“I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself,” I sass.
“Walker Maddox,” Santiago says sternly, “If you’re not going to join, then you need to leave because I’m fucking our girl one way or another.”
Walker’s eyes remain on my face. “Oh, we’re fucking her alright. She just may need to learn a lesson in the process.
I can’t control the whimper that escapes me.
“On your knees,” Walker commands.
The anticipation of what’s about to happen is almost too much. I’m ready to explode.
I kick off my shoes and immediately fall to my knees.
