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“We know you’re not. And you’re mine, the guys know that, it’s okay,” Hunter interjects.

I glower at him, and he falls quiet. “Yes, Hunter, I am yours, I want to be yours.” He grins triumphantly. I look away from him, making eye contact with the others. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want Cyrus and Flint, too.”

I watch as surprise and hurt flicker in Hunter's eyes, and the others look pleased yet worried and confused.

“Look, the last thing I want is to ruin your friendship. But I don’t think I will. Not if you stop acting as you have been. I promise I won’t play you off of each other, I won’t be anything like Bella. But I can’t lie and pretend that I don’t want all three of you. I don’t want to have to choose.”

“I thought you had,” Hunter says softly.

I feel like shit for hurting him, but I have to be honest, there’s no turning back now. I go over and take his hand, looking up into his eyes. “I did, but can’t I choose them too?” I ask gently, pleading silently with my eyes.

“You don’t understand what you’re asking,” Flint says tersely through gritted teeth.

“I do. But I also know we can’t continue this way. None of you wants me to choose the others, and I know you all want me, too. So all I’m asking is why can’t we try to make it work between all of us so that no one gets rejected?” I implore.

“But…” Cyrus.

“I know what happened before, you’ve reminded me many times,” I snap. “But I want to remind you once again that I’m not fucking Bella. It’s up to you what happens. I just wanted to be honest with you. I want all three of you, but I won’t be your excuse to fall apart. You’re grown men; if you don’t think you can handle it, that’s fine. But quit telling me the reason why we can’t be together is because of her and admit that you’re scared.”

I straighten my spine, not wanting to show how terrified I feel as I bare my soul to them. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I feel like my legs might give out from under me. I’ve never put myself out like this before. I’m terrified they’ll reject me, but I also know this is the right thing to do.

I’m not going to beg them or allow their petty jealousy to get in the way of something that could be amazing. I need to prove to them that I am a strong adult who can handle this. If we can’t be honest now, it will never work.

There’s a long silence as the guys take in my proposal. Hunter is the one who finally breaks it.

As is often the case, he surprises me. “Damn, that was sexy,” he says with a low whistle. “I’m in, I know I’m man enough to handle sharing you. You think you can handle it?” he asks, challenging his friends.

“Of course,” Flint growls, ever the competitive one. “But there has to be no jealousy, from any of us. No games.” He looks between us, gray eyes serious and stern.

I nod. “Agreed.”

Hunter holds up his hands. “Only sex games allowed,” he says mischievously, lightening the mood.

We turn to Cyrus, and my heart thuds in my chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. “We have to swear to be completely honest with each other, always.”

We all agree to his stipulation. It’s the only way this will work.

Hunter includes his own caveat. “You belong to all of us, equally.”

I raise my eyebrow at him. “I’m not your possession. I’m your equal. I belong to you, but you belong to me.”

Flint’s brow twitches in surprise. He can be an old-fashioned guy, but he agrees. “Equals, and if things go well, you’ll be our old lady.”

It feels more serious, more final. Is that really what I want? I ask myself. I grew up in a motorcycle club, and I hated it. I hate the Raging Bulls and everything they stand for. But I remind myself the Ghost Riders are nothing like my father’s club. They’ve welcomed me with open arms, and I feel like I belong here.

“I’d be honored,” I reply, meaning every word.

The guys beam at me. It was the correct answer.

“I have one more caveat,” Cyrus says cautiously and reasonably. “I think we should take our time before rushing into anything physical. Not that I don’t want to,” he rushes to add. “But you’re new to this, and once that happens, there’s no going back. So, we go slow, you can hook up with any of us individually if the moment feels right, and only when you’re ready do we take things to the next step with all of us.”

I’m blown away by his sensitivity and thoughtfulness. As much as I want them, I have to admit I was a bit intimidated by the thought of having to jump into sleeping with all of them at once.

I smile at him gratefully. “That sounds like a great plan.”

With a plan agreed and the pressure taken off, it’s like a valve has been released, and all of the tension that had been building up suddenly dissipates. Soon, we’re talking amicably, choosing a movie to watch, and discussing what takeout to order for dinner. It feels easy and natural, a glimpse into what our relationship could be.

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