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He sets his controller aside and tugs me into his lap so smoothly it’s like he’s done it a hundred times before. I go without resistance, turning to straddle him. My eyes flick to Jax, then to Knox, searching for any sign of displeasure. There’s nothing but heat and interest in their gazes.
“You’re okay,” Brax tells me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and cupping my cheek. His touch is gentle, at odds with the intensity in his eyes.
I exhale. “Sorry. This is just. I mean. I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“What do you want us to do?” Jax asks, his hand coming to rest on my lower back as he inches closer.
The last time the twins looked at me like this. . . My core clenches in memory and I release a shaky breath. “I don’t know,” I confess. “Knox and I had sex.” My eyebrows pinch together. “You guys aren’t mad?”
“Why would we be?” Brax smooths his hands up and down my thighs, each stroke sending sparks across my skin. Slowly his touch pushes my dress up my legs.
There’s a deep ache in my core that I’m starting to realize only they can fill. “I guess I thought you two might be jealous?” Every other man would be.
“Kiss me.”
I part my lips and stare at Brax. “What?”
He leans into my space, mouth inches from mine. “Kiss me, Callie Mae.”
So I do. I close the distance and kiss him, tongue tracing the seam of his lips. He tastes different from Knox. Softer, sweeter. The electricity is the same, though. He grips my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. I’m vaguely aware of Jax shifting beside us, of Knox’s heavy gaze from across the room.
When we break apart, I’m breathless, dizzy with want.
“We’re not jealous of Knox,” Jax says. “Because you belong to all of us, Callie. Always have.”
My heart trembles in my chest. “All of you?” It comes out as a whisper. A question. Something I’ve only ever fantasized about. But one woman can’t date three men. At least, that’s not typically how things work. There are relationships like this though.
Maybe my dream is possible. Maybe I can have them all to myself, and in return, they can have me.
“If that’s what you want,” Brax confirms, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “We’ve already talked about it and agreed.”
“We all want you,” Knox adds. “If you want all of us, we’ll figure the rest out.”
A million questions race through my mind. How would this work? What would people say? What about the town? But then Jax is pulling me from Brax’s lap, his hand closing gently around my throat as he captures my lips in a kiss that makes my body burn with need.
And suddenly, I don’t care about any of those questions. Nothing has ever felt more right than being in their arms, surrounded by the three men who have always owned pieces of my heart.
Careful of that Callie Mae and the brothers. They’re always up to no good.
There’s Callie Mae and the Williams brothers. Trouble written all over them.
Those Williams boys follow Callie around like lovesick puppies.
All those things said about us. Those obvious truths. It was always the four of us against the world. It only makes sense that the four of us end up together.
Chapter Twenty-One
CALLIE
The first thing I notice when consciousness creeps in is the scent. Woodsy cologne mixed with soap and something distinctly masculine that makes my stomach flutter. My face is buried in soft cotton that definitely doesn’t belong to me, and I’m wrapped in warmth from both sides.
My eyes flutter open. Dappled sunlight bathes the room in soft illumination. I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt that hangs loose around my thighs. The fabric carries Brax’s scent, and heat pools low in my belly as memories of last night trickle back. The Ferris wheel. The truck with Knox. Gaming and drinking, being too tired to go home.
Not wanting to for fear that this fantasy would end.
Two solid bodies bracket me on either side, and every nerve ending in my body comes alive at once. Brax faces me, his arm casually draped over my hip, while Jax’s fingers are splayed across my low stomach.
Christ, Callie. You’re in bed with both Williams twins, again. When will you ever learn?
