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“We never said you were,” Kyle says softly.

“You are brave, you are wonderful, and I wish I could replay how fierce you were all the time. I am in awe of you,” Wes adds.

“I never told anyone.”

“Never?” Wes asks.

“Never.”

They both hug me and I wrap my arms around Wes, who is in front of me, and take comfort from Kyle who shelters me from behind. My rocks, my men who want nothing more than to see me happy and breathing easy. They let me be who I need to be, and I do the same for them. Here in their arms, I’m reminded of that, and I internally scold myself for thinking that their response would be anything other than what it is.

Chapter 33

Rory

Kyle and Wes take me home, and I don’t even bother to ask what happened to Nathan after we left the house. I’ll call Claire later and make sure she’s okay. I know she’ll give me all the dirty details as part of my call. The ride to their place is silent, and I’m sitting in the front seat, letting my head rest against the seat, looking out the window. The guys don’t push for conversation and I don’t force any. I’m still processing what happened at my mom’s house.

I knew she wanted me to be with Nathan again, but I had no idea it ran that deep. What in the world does she see in him? I know he can be charming, but I had no clue his hooks were so deep into her. All I can hope for is for her to drop it. Part of me is convinced that whatever relationship we may have been able to scrape together has been completely obliterated, but who knows? If she’s willing to change, I’m willing to talk, but I can’t keep up any pretenses when she’s so convinced Nathan is the only good thing in my life.

We pull into the driveway and while I can get into the house by myself, Wes and Kyle open the doors for me as we move from car to house, and they make sure one of them is always touching me. Hand holding, hand on my lower back, arm around my shoulders, whatever they can do to provide physical comfort. I deflate from the adrenaline crash and heaviness starts to set in.

Kyle settles me on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets, and Wes appears with three beers and three glasses of water. His thoughtfulness makes my heart melt, but the heaviness is seeping into my bones, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to function in the next few minutes.

“I can’t…” I’m not sure what I’m trying to say, but the words aren’t coming.

Kyle gathers me in his arms, positioning us so that my body is leaning on him, his arms around me, and my feet are up in Wes’ lap. Slowly my body gives in and I let my body just melt into them. My brain can’t think of anything else to do, so this is what’s happening. Wes grabs one of the softest blankets and makes sure I’m covered in it, then puts his hands on my feet, slowly rubbing them.

“Nobody’s asking you to, precious, we’re here. Just let go and let us hold you,” Wes says gently.

I close my eyes and tears start up again, the relief at having them as a safe place overwhelming me. A few minutes later, the tears slow and I let myself just be. Wes and Kyle turn the TV on to a classic movie and I know they have me.

The next morning, I wake to both of them in bed with me, our bodies tangled, and it’s the most comfortable I’ve ever been. We’re in one of those positions that if we ever tried again, it would be incredibly uncomfortable, but right now it’s perfect. I’m pretty sure one of my hands is asleep, but I’m not even mad about it. My eyes take in these perfect men on either side of me, and my heart soars. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I make myself a promise as I look at them.

I am never letting either of you go.

Kyle wakes first, his body rubbing against mine as he tries to stretch before he realizes how tangled our limbs are. When he stops to evaluate where everyone’s legs and arms are, his eyes widen a bit, and he looks at me with a small smile starting on his face. What the fuck? he mouths at me. I grin and try not to shake the bed with silent laughter. Clearly it fails because as soon as I start laughing, Wes perks up and looks over at us.

“How the fuck did we sleep like this?” he grumbles.

I let the laughter out at that point, completely at a loss for how we ended up like this. My shoulders are flat on the bed, but my legs are twisted to the side. Kyle’s head is on my hand, which is laying face up next to my head. My right leg is hooked back across Wes’ right leg, and my left leg is curled in. Wes’ arm is thrown across my body and his hand is resting on Kyle’s torso, but he’s face down in the bed with one leg on top of the covers and the other laying on top of my hips. Kyle’s legs are completely wound in both of ours and I’m not even sure where my other hand is.

We slowly disentangle from each other, laughing when we make each limb discovery. My hand was definitely asleep because it’s tingling like crazy now, and it almost hurts from it, but I also can’t stop laughing.

“Ow,” I say through laughter.

“Are you okay?” Wes chuckles.

“My hand fell asleep and now it’s all prickly!”

“Here, I’ll fix it.”

“Don’t touch it!” I yelp and race out of the bed to the bathroom, but a second yelp escapes me when I have to put pressure on the tingling hand as I move.

Kyle and Wes’ laughter continues as I use the bathroom, and I smile to myself. I grab some of their mouthwash and do a quick rinse after washing my hands so that my morning breath doesn’t kill them. I plan to keep them in bed for a while to snuggle and talk. We need to sort through what happened, and I’m sure they have questions. I’ll be easier if we’re all in bed and cozy.

They haven’t moved from the bed, but they have both moved closer to each other. I stop in the doorway and just watch for a moment. There’s a tenderness there that’s born of spending years with someone, and it’s absolutely beautiful. A small part of me starts to feel jealous and alone, but I make an effort to avoid those thoughts and remind myself of how they were instantly there for me last night. They’ve got me as much as they’ve got each other.

Kyle’s mouth moves to Wes’ and they share a morning kiss, but I can see it quickly becoming heated. I could feel both of them before I left the bed and based on the way the rumpled covers are moving, they are feeling each other too. One of them moans in pleasure and while I can’t tell who it is, I’m not sure it matters. My panties start to feel damp as I watch them pleasure each other and I’m surprised at how turned on I am. Never figured myself to be a voyeur. Apparently with these two, I am.

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