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It takes Brooke another second to figure out what he’s telling her, but then, she pivots, her gaze colliding with mine.

I just look at her for a long moment, taking in her beautiful face, the flush in her cheeks, the way her breathing comes out in quick little puffs.

Then I lift my hand and cup her cheek. “Brooke?” I ask huskily.

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to go to my room and talk about this some more?”

She wet her lips, then stops my heart by nodding. “Yeah, I really would.”

I don’t hesitate for even a moment. I stand, bend over, scoop her up, and head for my bedroom.

CHAPTER 9

Brooke

I’m spendingthe last ten minutes of my life as a virgin.

Okay, I don’t know if the sex will start in exactly ten minutes. But I know the next time I walk into that kitchen, the next time I check on the puppies, the next time I sit on that sofa… I won’t be a virgin anymore.

I’m making a big deal out of this, I know.

But this feels momentous.

And I don’t think it’s the losing-my-v-card thing, actually. It’s how I’m doing it. Who I’m doing it with. How those amazing men downstairs knew exactly what I needed and just made it happen.

All of that downstairs—having three men basically tell me that I should have sex with Wyatt, and then doing it while two of them hang out knowing exactly what’s going on up here—should feel strange.

But on the contrary, I felt cared for.

Am I dreaming? Is this some kind of strange Stockholm syndrome that has set in since we’ve been snowed in and now delivered puppies together? In my mind it feels like Jacksonand Luke werecaring about meby convincing me to sleep with Wyatt, but is that crazy?

Maybe.

I’m willing to accept that, actually.

I love the feeling that Jackson and Luke actually hate the idea of some guy they don’t know taking my virginity. I love the idea that they care that this is good for me. I love the idea that they think Wyatt will be good to me.

Luke doesn’t even really like me, so that’s just further proof that he’s a good guy.

And Jacksondoeslike me, but he’s willing to step aside and let Wyatt and me be together.

That’s really nice. And definitely confirmation that Wyatt is a wonderful choice.

I want to lose my virginity and,of course,I want it to be with a guy who knows what he’s doing, who is charming and sweet and who I’mextremelyattracted to. It is a huge bonus that Wyatt also makes me feel safe and cared for, and likehe’sthe one who is lucky to be withme.

My only concern as Wyatt carries me up the stairs—that is a very hot fireman thing to do, by the way—and down the hall to his bedroom is that he’s about to ruin me for all other men.

Will I evenwantto have sex with anyone else ever again after this?

Wyatt Doherty is going to set the bar very,veryhigh. And he hasn’t even gotten me onto the bed yet.

That changes ten seconds later.

Wyatt strides through his doorway, kicks the door shut behind us, and then lowers me onto the bed. He braces his elbows on either side of my shoulders and just looks down at me.

“Jesus Christ, you are gorgeous,” he says, his voice gruff.

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