Page 50 of Theirs to Treasure

“But, it’s also overwhelming,” she admitted. Chance laid down on her other side. It felt so good having them both so close.

“Why overwhelming?” Chance asked in a low voice.

“I just keep thinking this is some kind of dream. How could I possibly be enough for two men? I mean, I just got it into my head I could capture and keep one good man, but two?”

She watched as Sam and Chance carried some kind of silent conversation above her head. She didn’t care if they excluded her, as long as they found a way to alleviate her fears. Because she was feeling emotionally and physically needy.

Sam wound his arm even tighter around her waist.

She flinched. Dammit! She hated that his hand was half-on, half-off her brace. It made her feel ugly. Sam gave her a sad smile.

“You do realize I feel the same way, right?” he asked seriously.

“You can’t believe two men are hot after you?” Chance teased.

“Chance,” Josie grumbled.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sam barked. “Treat this fucking seriously.”

Josie vaguely heard Chance’s apology but she was drowning in Sam’s dark green eyes. “It’s true, Josie. Look at this scar on my head,” he dragged his dark hair away from his forehead so she could easily see the red puckered mark. “I’m damaged goods. I’m not bringing in Chance’s business acumen. I’m not bringing in your innate goodness. I’m a washed out soldier on disability who probably does have PTSD, and just won’t own up to it.”

Great job, Decker. You wanted to feel good about yourself, and you did it by stepping on Sam.

“Don’t cry, Baby.” Sam cupped her cheeks, his thumbs catching her tears.

“I’m not crying,” she sniffed. She sniffed again. Great, they were going to have to buy stock in Kleenex. “Look, you got it wrong, Sam Booth.” She threw a pleading eye to Chance, hoping he would understand. But part of her didn’t care if he didn’t, because it was the truth.

“I care about both of you so much. I’m halfway down the bunny trail to love, but I got to tell you, I have never—and I mean never—felt so cherished and wanted and valued and cared for as I have in your arms, Sam. The way you made love to me, that first night in my apartment, is a memory that I will hoard like precious treasure.”

Sam’s eyes glittered with more than just emotion.

“I treasure that night, too,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Sam, I feel less alone in the world because of you. It’s that simple.”

“Ah, Josie.” His smile was incandescent. Sam’s eyes heated, and she knew that her lover was back. This time when he stroked over her brace and his fingers traced along the scars on her back, she tingled with need. Her nipples were diamond hard as she rubbed them along Sam’s chest. His chest hair brushing against the sensitive tips felt sublime.

He settled her onto her back.

Josie grabbed at his broad shoulders, but Chance caught her hands. “Let him do for you. He needs this.” Chance kept her hands pinned beside her head.

How sexy is that?

Sam trailed his hand downward until he touched her between her legs. She crooked her knees flat against the mattress, doing anything she could think of to lure him closer. She saw his tight grin.

“You do it for me. We’ve established that, right?” Sam asked as he grabbed another condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it on.

Mercy.

“When do I get to play with that?” Josie asked with a grin in her voice.

“When I can trust myself to last.”

Sam parted the folds of her sex with two fingers. “Ah, you’re ready for this aren’t you?”

“I believe Chance said something about me being an over-indulged cat on catnip-infused cream. I’m so ready that I think I’ll die if I don’t get to make love to you.”

Chance gave her hands an encouraging squeeze, telling her that interacting with Sam like this was right. She loved that. They truly were a triad.