Page 46 of Tangled up in You

There was nothing sexual about it.

What it was, though, was tender, comfortable, almost, familiar. Like they’d lain together like this many times.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything," he said, while running his nose through her hair.

"I’ve wished now for a while thatIcould have had the courage to approachyou." She let out a little laugh. "You all seemed so unattainable."

"Oh, my sweet Alyssa…" His arms tightened. "If we’d known that, you’d have been home months ago."

Home.

That’s how Jonah had put her coming here earlier. Going home. Was that…

Stop it, Alyssa. You’re reading way too much into semantics.

This wastheirhome, and that’s how she should take their meanings.

Even if she didn’t want to.

"Now," he murmured. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," she said, repeating his earlier response to her question.

"Has all this been too much for you?" Nothing about his question was joking or suggestive. If it had been, she could have laughed it off. But his very sincere question, deserved a sincere answer.

So, had it been too much?

She hadn’t really had time to completely consider it one way or another. Everything had happened in such quick succession after she’d left the bar. First, she’d been about to die, then saved, kissed, felt up, and kind of kidnapped by the three men who were probably the fantasy of every woman in Parson’s Ridge, then tied up and given the most intense, thorough,unbelievablesex of her life in their bed. A bed she hadn’t left in over 12 hours except to go pee and de-tackify herself.

Sticky was a mild term for what they’d left on her skin and other places after they’d collapsed into an exhausted heap.

But had any of it been too much? There was only one answer.

"No, Jake." She hadn’t realized he’d tensed up until she felt him relax. "Nothing has been too much. At least not physically." A rush of heat raced over her at howmuchit hadn’t been too much. "You all are…are…are?—"

"Ah," he murmured, his nose rubbing in her hair. "We’ve left you speechless." An almost heavy silence followed, broken only when he asked, "Could it also be said we’ve ruined you for other men?"

If she hadn’t heard the deadly serious intent in his voice, she might have thought he was being facetious. Whatever her answer, it was going to be important to him. Which meant it would be important to his brothers as well.

"If I said you had," she said, her tone light, "would it give you the big head?"

He huffed, then chuckled into her hair and splayed his hands over her belly.

"My head’s always big where you’re concerned."

"I noticed." She pressed back against the aforementioned big head tipping his hard cock.

"God," he groaned low. "Don’t tempt me."

"Why not?"

"Because," he said, turning her onto her back, then staring into her eyes. "I have a feeling you’d like to take a shower…"

She really did.

"And I promised I wouldn’t take all of your time."

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