With Roman’s mouth still claiming his throat, Jasper’s eyes lift and find mine through the dark, looking at me like he knew I’d be here.
Heat floods my body, and I know I’m not just watching anymore—I’m prey, caught in a web I wove myself the second I followed their voices, and there’s no chance in hell he’s letting me walk away.
Jasper doesn’t say a word. He keeps my secret, never looking away, even as his fingertips trace Zeke’s spine. Zeke arches into histouch, turning his head until Roman’s mouth finds his, and they start kissing like they’ve been dying to tear each other apart.
The last thirty seconds feel like thirty minutes. Jasper’s eyes haven’t left me once, and when I force myself to step back, his voice cuts through the air.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, angel.”
Jasper grips Zeke and Roman by the backs of their necks, forcing them to turn and look at me, standing there like an idiot in nothing but a tank and panties, caught red-handed.
“Don’t even think about walking out that door.”
“I-I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry,” I stammer, my voice so small I barely recognize it.
“For what?” Jasper asks, none of them making any attempt to send me away. “For watching the way we love each other, or for wanting to feel it?”
“Don’t… not again,” I plead.
“Not ever… because nothing happened before, did it?” Jasper fires back.
He steps forward, and I flick my gaze past him, catching the way Roman and Zeke watch, their eyes dark and their bodies coiled like they’re just waiting for permission to pounce. When Jasper reaches me, he braces one hand against the doorframe, and his body heat wraps around me as his lips skim the shell of my ear.
“Five years, and I’ve never stopped wanting you. None of us have. But it’s always your choice.” My breath hitches, knowing this gorgeous man is mine to take. “But if it were up to me, angel, you’d be naked and crying my name before you could convince yourself you shouldn’t want this.”
I stumble back a step, caught between a desire so fierce it burns and the truth that, once again, these men will leave.
Sunday.
That gives me just a handful of nights to remember what it feels like to have them close before they get on that flight back to Boston, leaving me with fresh memories to torture myself with.
“Don’t fucking move, princess.” Roman’s voice freezes me in place. “I mean it. Stop running and get your ass in the chair.” He gestures to the corner while I stand there, struck dumb by the authority in his voice. “I’m not playing, Addie. Sit down and watch because I know you want them.”Them, not him—and the way he separates himself from that equation makes my stomach knot. “But you need to see what we are when we’re together and what it’ll mean when you’re a part of it.”
“I’m not—” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“You. Are.” Roman cuts me off, firm and final. “You always have been.”
I take a deep breath, searching for either courage or sanity, anything to drown out the voice in my head telling me to run.
Jasper sees it—the second the fight leaves my body. He lifts his hand toward me, and I glance down at it before meeting his eyes, and what I see there guts me.
The cocky, confident man I’ve always known is gone, and in his place is something raw and exposed. This is Jasper stripped bare, needing me to choose him, to choose them. Not because he wants to take, but because he needs me to want this just as badly as he does.
I take his hand, and he pulls me against his chest, his lips hovering just above mine. I melt right there because this is really happening, and there’s no going back from this cliff we’re about to plunge over.
“Do as he says, angel.”
My eyes drop to Jasper’s mouth, to those full, perfect lips, but I already know he won’t kiss me.
“If you want out at any point, no one will stop you.” He pauses,his thumb grazing the inside of my wrist where my pulse thrashes wildly beneath my skin. "But if you stay, I’d love nothing more than to watch your fingers disappear into those little pink panties while you see our boy stretch me open and fuck me raw.”
He could mean Zeke.
He could mean Roman.
But the way he saysour boy,I know exactly who he means.
Our Roman.
