“Like what?” Chloe asks.
“Like what we’re going to be doing tonight.”
The heat in Chloe’s eyes when she looks at me sends need straight to my dick. I harden almost instantly. “What’s that?” Her voice is heavy with arousal.
“I may have reserved us a cabin on a friend’s property. Hope you brought your boots and spurs, cowgirl. We’re going to be taking a moonlight ride before we take this fantasy of yours and make it real.”
That was a damn good idea. I wish I’d had it, but I’ve been too preoccupied. I’ve been thinking of her, and us, and what we could have. I’ve always loved watching her handle a horse.
“You’d better get all your PDA in while you can, Colt. Because as soon as we’re behind closed doors, this girl is all mine.” I don’t back down, my voice low and serious. “I’m fine with sharing, but it’ll be my name she’s calling out tonight.”
“We’ll see,” Colt says, nuzzling her neck.
It takes all my control not to pull her into my hold, my arms, and kiss her. But I know that’s not something she’s ready for just yet. I can wait, because she wants me just as much as she wants him.
8
CHLOE
If I thoughtthe rehearsal was going to be awkward, I was wrong. It’s so much more than awkward. Honestly, being sandwiched between both of them, knowing we’re all in agreement that we’re going to sleep together before the weekend is over, adds another layer of tension.
We’re all standing under the gorgeous wrought iron pergola, with the vineyards in the background. I should be staring at the bride and groom as they giggle their way through this practice ceremony. Instead, I can’t look away from the two men on the other side of the altar. Colt and Sean stand side-by-side, intense gazes trained on me. It’s a special kind of awareness to have them looking at me.
In a few moments, the bridal party begins the recessional down the aisle and those two handsome guys both grin like cats who’ve got the canary in their sights. Colt cocks one elbow, Sean does the same. I fit myself between them both and sigh.
“Do you think we’ll be able to skip out on dinner?” Colt asks.
“We have to at least have drinks.”
Sean runs a hand over my hip. “Drinks, then you need to change. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to taste you again.”
A wave of arousal hits me hard, making my skin warm. But Georgia squeals and suddenly she’s a white streak of excitement rushing toward me.
“Chloe! Come on, we haven’t spent any time together.” She grabs my hand and tugs me away from the guys. Yesterday I would’ve welcomed this intervention. Tonight? Tonight I want nothing more than for her to let me go so I can be with Sean and Colt.
Glancing over my shoulder, I cast a longing look at the two men standing together at the end of the aisle.
“I thought you could use a little rescue,” Georgia whispers conspiratorially.
“Honestly, I’m handling them just fine.”
“I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I’d known about your history with them.”
“I know. It was a long time ago. I’ve just always kept my relationships to myself.”
She nods and the two of us walk inside the house where there’s a party all set up to celebrate the day before the big day. Aunt Karen is already standing at the bar, drink in hand, a smile on her face. It’s almost here. The wedding she’s been planning since Georgia was born.
“Girls, good to see you together. I know it’s been a whirlwind.”
“Well, Chloe’s been straddling two men all weekend.”
Georgia giggles and I fight the hot blush rushing to my cheeks. “What? No. I’m not—”
“Relax, Chloe. I was kidding.”
Colt and Sean both walk in as I take a glass of wine from the bar. If they’re trying to hide their interest in me, they fail. Both of them stare with undisguised desire in their eyes.
“Wow,” Georgia whispers. “Porter doesn’t ever look at me like that.”