by Maya Banks
“Yeah, we hate your job because we worry about you, but we’d never ask you to quit, honey. We don’t want to change you. We love you just the way you are. Beautiful. Insufferable. But you’re also the air we breathe.”
She stared up at him in shock. Sawyer getting mushy? But what she saw in his eyes stunned her. They glistened with unshed tears, and there was such love and devotion in his gaze that her knees threatened to buckle.
“You’re such a damn liar,” she whispered. “You said you didn’t know anything about murmuring sweet things.”
He grinned and slowly released her as Cam moved forward to take her in his arms.
Cam didn’t say a word. He simply swept her against his chest and lowered his lips to hers, drinking deeply of her. Her hands tangled in his mussed hair as she melted against him.
“I need you, Reggie. I’ll always need you,” he said against her lips. “Stay. Be with me. Always.”
“You’ll never get rid of me now,” she murmured.
His eyes glittered with satisfaction, and then she was pulled away as Hutch claimed her.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tight. Squeezing. His body shook with emotion and his chest heaved in and out.
“I love you,” he said in a choked voice. “I’ll always love you, baby.”
She closed her eyes as tears slipped down her cheeks. It was simply too much. All she could ever want was here for the taking. She gripped him, curling her arms around his waist. She inhaled his masculine scent, taking it deep inside her soul.
The path to happiness was a twisted road with more pitfalls and barriers than a minefield. So what if hers wasn’t more conventional? All that mattered was that these men loved her, and she loved them. The rest of the world could go fuck themselves.
She could make them happy. For the first time, she didn’t question that. And they could make her happy. They already did.
“Anyone want breakfast?” she asked. “I’m cooking.”
She broke away from Hutch and started for the kitchen, an insane grin on her face. She mentally counted and before she hit three, the protests started.
Sawyer all but tackled her. His arms surrounded her, and he plucked her off her feet. He threw her over his shoulder and did a quick spin, chuckling the entire time.
“Quit torturing Cam and Hutch, honey.”
She giggled as she flopped against his back like a rag doll.
Cam bent and nudged her chin up with his fingers. He kissed her lightly. “Hutch and I will cook, love. You, however, are in charge of dessert.”
Sawyer’s hand tightened on her ass. She smiled back at Cam. “I think I can handle dessert, but I never realized you had such a sweet tooth,” she teased.
“Only for you, Reggie darling. Only for you.”