Page 35 of Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim

“Shit,” Hendrix hisses and walks over to the bed on wooden legs before sitting down stiffly.

“Yeah,” she sneers, “thank you for trusting me.”

Hendrix rubs his hand over his face. “I’m sorry,” his voice breaks with his words.

She doesn’t acknowledge his apology, not that I blame her for it. “Now, that I’ve effectively changed my job and my purpose here in Seattle, it’s past time to have a difficult conversation.”

Wolfe clears his throat, even more damn hope in his voice as he asks, “About our future and what happens next?”

“Yes,” she gives him a curt nod as the corner of her lip twitches slightly. “It seems only fair. Maybe we aren’t on the same page.”

“We’re on the same page,” I rumble.

“You’re it for us,” Wolfe’s voice is reverent, and I understand the feeling.

Kirby hums a sound of approval before her eyes find Hendrix. He looks surprisingly wrecked. Surprising the fuck out of me, he drops to his knees and I almost bark out a laugh. Isn’t this the same man who said that he wouldn’t be the one crawling this time? Not that I blame him.

He moves toward Kirby whose eyes are wide with surprise. “Kirby,” he breathes out while cupping her face in his hands, “I know there are things we haven’t talked about in our past, but I never want you to worry about our future. We want you. Not for our time in Seattle. Not for just a little while. We, I,” he corrects himself, “want you forever.”

Kirby blinks a few times, clearly trying to get control of her emotions, and swallows hard. “What does forever look like to you?” When Hendrix opens his mouth, she shakes her head. “I’m used to being independent. I’m not going to sit at home somewhere and be some passive little wifey.”

Wolfe barks out a laugh and moves closer to where Hendrix has practically crawled into our woman’s lap. “We would never ask that of you, Kirby,” Wolfe promises.

“No,” I agree, “that’s not who you are.”

“We don’t want to leave you behind when we travel,” Hendrix explains and Kirby’s face shows her surprise. “Though, there might be times when it would be too dangerous for you to joinus. We don’t,” an embarrassed blush covers his cheeks, “don’t really have a home though.”

“I don’t either,” she reminds him and shrugs.

“You deserve a home,” Wolfe murmurs as I move closer to our woman as well.

It’s like I can’t help it. I need to be near her. When I’m not it feels like I can’t breathe properly.

“Maybe,” she bites her lip and pauses like she’s thinking about what to say next, “maybe having a home would be good. While I never thought Seattle would be my home again,” her eyes go to Wolfe, “but your brother is here and you have that beautiful land.”

The blush that creeps up or woman’s neck and covers her cheeks is fucking adorable.

“You’re prefect,” Hendrix whispers.

Before she can tell him how wrong he is, or anything else, he takes her mouth in a hard kiss. She melts into him and wraps her arms around his neck to tug him just a little bit closer. Watching them together as my cock hardening behind the fly of my jeans.

“I love you, Kirby,” Hendrix mumbles against her lips.

She pulls back with a gasp and stares at him like she can’t believe he said those words to her. I’m not sure why she’s surprised, but it’s adorable as fuck.

Wolfe drops down to his knees on one side of Hendrix. “I love you, our little Phoenix.”

Her jaw drops before she starts to open and close her mouth like she’s not sure what to say. I chuckle softly before I join mybrothers on their knees. With a grip on her chin, I turn her head until she’s looking at me.

“I was made to love you just like you were made to love us,” I rumble.

Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears and then she’s launching herself at us. Catching her is easy, which should come as no surprise.

“I love you too,” she sighs, “all of you. I don’t know how it happened and I certainly wasn’t looking for it, but here you are.” We wrap her up in our arms before she suddenly stiffens. “There is one more thing I should bring up,” she pulls back and looks between us, worry written on her face, “I don’t think I want kids.”

Hendrix smiles and nods slowly. “That’s fine with me. You’re more than enough. I never thought I’d have kids, not with our job.”

“Same,” Wolfe agrees, a soft smile on his face.

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