Page 132 of Hard to Hold
“Come here, girl,” Wolfe whispered, tugging me until I was curled up against his side. He kissed my forehead. “Why can’t you sleep?”
I shrugged, but the movement was limited because of my position. Resting my head on his chest, I draped my arm over his stomach, my hand resting on his chest. I loved when Wolfe held me like this. It made me feel safe, cherished.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” he added, his voice low.
Hugging him tighter, I swallowed the lump in my throat and tilted my head slightly. When he bent his, I kissed him softly, letting my lips linger on his.
“It ended well,” I told him.
“It did.” He brushed his lips across mine. “You made my birthday perfect.”
My heart squeezed.
“Only one thing could’ve made it better,” he whispered.
I lifted my head and stared into his eyes. “What’s that?”
Wolfe pulled my head down, his warm breath fanning my ear. “If we’d both been inside you at the same time.”
A shiver marched down my spine. The kind that left my body energized, my nipples hardening. But at the same time, trepidation coursed over my skin. The two of them taking me at the same time … that would be the ultimate possession. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I might never be ready for that.
“Amy.”
I realized he was cupping my face, staring back at me. I forced a smile.
“Not till you’re ready,” he said, his tone reassuring. “You call the shots here, believe it or not.”
I studied his face for a moment. “How do you figure that?”
I felt Rhys shift, my eyes sliding over to him. He was awake, watching us.
“Because that’s the way it is,” Wolfe answered.
I shook my head. I wanted to believe it, but it didn’t seem as though it could be real. Me calling the shots? I'd never called the shots.
“It’s true.” Rhys’s voice was scratchy, deep. Sexy.
When I tried to pull away, Wolfe rolled me onto my back and both men lifted their heads, staring down at me. I watched them, dividing my attention between the two of them. I reached up and cupped each of their cheeks.
“I’m not sure how I got so lucky,” I whispered.
Wolfe put his hand over mine, then turned his head and kissed my palm. “I’m the lucky one.”
Rhys smiled, linking his fingers with mine and bringing them to his mouth. “That was my line.”
“Where do we go from here?” I asked. I knew it was the question all three of us wanted an answer to. “I mean … we can’t do what we did tonight for much longer.” I shook my head, then looked at Rhys. “I don’t want to pretend I’m not with you when we’re out in public.”
Rhys nodded. “I know.”
That didn’t sound as though he had an answer.
“So, is this it? We’ll be together in private?” I didn’t like the idea of that. “Sure, I get it. But it’s … it’s not what I want.”
“I’m all in,” Wolfe stated, his tone matter-of-fact. “I have nothin’ to hide.”
I looked at Rhys again. He didn’t look quite as sure. Then again, I knew his job could be at stake. He was an elected official. I knew from what I'd heard that he was in the first year of his four-year term. That meant he might not make it to a second term, and I knew he loved his job.
“Why does it have to be so hard?” I whispered.
