Page 145 of Hard to Hold
Still, I sucked in air, my chest expanding as the breaths came faster.
“Because if it’s the latter, we’ll work on that,” he explained, his tone softening. “We don’t have to make every damn decision right this second. But goddammit, if you fuckin’ love us, Rhys … We. Have. To. Hear. It.”
I nodded. It was pure instinct. “I do.” My voice was a raspy whisper forced out of my body by nothing more than pure emotion. “Yes, damn it. I love you.” I looked at Amy. “I love you, too. I’m just…”
“Scared,” Wolfe finished for me. “We all are.”
We stood there, staring at one another. In that instant, words weren’t necessary. They meant little compared to what was obviously going on here. Whether we admitted it or not, this was where the three of us were meant to be. My entire life had been leading to this very moment.
“Goddamn,” Wolfe bit out, jerking me to him again, our lips slamming together.
And then he was moving toward the bedroom. Wolfe broke the kiss and turned to Amy, grabbing her, lifting her, holding her to him as he pressed his lips to hers. Her arms went around his neck as she kissed him back.
I could feel the energy swarming us. The tension was intense; the emotions were fueling every movement. Passion, need, and yes, love.
No one could predict what tomorrow would bring, but in this moment, with these two people, I knew there was no place I'd rather be. And if my entire world came crumbling down on me when the sun came up in the morning…
So be it.
Because, as I stared at them, I knew deep in my soul that nothing in this world would ever feel right again without them in it. Not my job, my house, my independence. None of it meant a fucking thing without them.
Wolfe turned back to me, and Amy’s eyes locked on my face. It was obvious they were trying to figure out what was holding me back.
“I love you,” I whispered, my eyes darting from one to the other as the words came out easier that time.
“Get over here, Sheriff,” Wolfe commanded. “And put your fuckin’ money where your mouth is.”
Well, when he put it that way…
Lynx
“What do you think she’ll decide to do?” Reagan asked me as I drove her back to Amy’s.
We’d dropped the detective off at the diner, waited until she got in her car and pulled out, before I turned my truck in the direction of Amy’s house.
“No idea,” I answered curtly.
During the drive from my father’s house, the two women had talked softly about what they thought would happen if Amy did go public with what had happened to her.
If I were being honest, I would rather we take care of the threat ourselves. No reason we should sit back and wait for the bastard to make another move. And sure, Amy could go public with her story. But what would that do? Rile up the reporters? Have them storming Embers Ridge with their questions and curiosity? I didn’t like that idea.
Nor did I like the idea of this bastard still walking around out there. He needed to be put in the fucking ground for what he did. Any man who put his hands on a woman or child out of anger deserved to be shot. Or hung. Better yet, shot while they were hung.
I must’ve been quiet for too long, because as I pulled down the drive to Amy’s, I saw Reagan turn toward me. I cut my eyes her way briefly. “What?”
“Are we ever gonna talk about what happened?”
I tapped the brakes a little harder than I should have, forcing her to throw her hand out to brace herself on the dashboard. I then brought the truck to a complete stop, my knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. “Nothin’ to talk about.”
“Oh, that’s horseshit and you know it,” she countered hotly.
Goddamn, the woman turned me on when she let her temper get the best of her. Fuck, every damn thing she did turned me on.
“You kissed me, Lynx.”
I cocked an eyebrow and turned toward her, dropping one hand to my lap. My dick was like an iron bar, desperate for this woman. All it took was one whiff of her perfume, one glimpse of her perfect fucking body and my dick took complete control of my thought process.
She was right, though. I had kissed her. But…
