“You wish is my command, Icy,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt. Once he reaches the last button his hands fall away, and he waits. I know what he wants, so I slide my hands over the firm muscles of his chest and ease the shirt off his shoulders. His mouth parts at my touch. I press a gentle kiss against his broad chest, savouring the delicious vanilla smell of his skin and the smattering of golden hair beneath my fingertips. My hands slide to the band of his trousers, undoing them. They drop to the floor. He is wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer shorts, his cock straining against the material. Reaching down, I rub my hand up and down its length, whilst capturing his bottom lip gently between my teeth. He groans. Pulling back, I rest my hands against his chest. “Get on the bed, Jester,” Iorder.
Max grabs my hand and presses a kiss against the knuckles then climbs onto the bed behind me. Bryce steps forward next. He has already removed his jacket and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone. His muscular arms pull the material taut across his biceps. His dark chest hair peeks out from the gap in his shirt. I find it just as attractive as Max’s fair hair. I adore him for all of the alpha maleness heoozes.
“Louisa, you beautiful, amazing woman,” he says, shaking his head in wonderment. “You have made Max sohappy…”
“What about you, Bryce? Do I makeyouhappy?” If I’m honest with myself, what I want to know is whether he loves me as well. But I mustn’t hope for thattoo.
“Fuck, Louisa, of course you do. I came to find you because I missed you, becausewemissed you, even though some of us were too pigheaded to admit it.” He glances over his shoulder at Hudson, who saysnothing.
“When I saw you in the café, my heart nearly stopped beating. I knew then with absolute clarity what I’d really known all along. You’re my family now. Come here, darling,” he says, pulling me into his arms. I am engulfed by the sheer size of him and more than lust fills me, more than desire. In his arms I am not a shatteredgirl.
“When that bastard hurt you, I would have killed him had you not been there. I still want to kill him. But right now, all I want is for you to feel adored, wanted, loved. You are the sun and we are just planets orbiting you and I will spend the rest of my days doing just that, so long as you’ll have me. Damn it, Louisa, if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.” Bryce leans down and presses kisses on my cheeks, my nose, my closed eyes, my forehead and lastly against my mouth. White heat spreads outwards from my centre, rippling over myskin.
“So, you love me then?” I ask softly, wanting to hear the words. I need to hearthem.
“Of course I love you. Darling, how can Inot?”
Bryce steps back and rips open his shirt. Small white buttons fly everywhere. I giggle. He grins. Behind us, Maxlaughs.
“What about the rest?” Iask.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Bryce unbuckles his belt, sliding it free from the loops of his trousers. He pulls them down, not once removing his eyes from mine. He reaches for my hand, brings it to his mouth then sucks on my index finger. I feel the gentle pull, the swirl of his tongue over the sensitive tip. That action alone has me panting. His mouth pops open as a dark desire blooms in his eyes. This time it is clear he doesn’t mind sharing this moment with hisbrothers.
“I hope you’re ready for us, darling,” he says, moving aside forHudson.
“Always,” Isay.
“But I think Hudson has a few words to say first,” Bryce says, glancing over his shoulder at him. He climbs on the bed, and I wait for Hudson to approach me. His eyes flick to Max and Bryce. He is guarded, unsure. I can tell he is fighting against himself, against his urge to run. Not from the sex, but from the emotion, the feelings. I know it’s true because, despite what both Bryce and Max have confessed, I’m still afraid to say those words too, even though I am certain that I love themall.