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“I’m sorry.”

Atticus put a finger under my chin, and I lifted my gaze to him. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. If anyone knows about being a little crazy, it’s me. And whatever made you cry must have been a damn good reason.”

“I’m not crazy.” I almost shouted at him. I wasn’t. Because no matter what struggles I had, I refused to be crazy.

“We’re all a little crazy, Lilith. But no, I don’t think you’re actually crazy. But coming from someone who suffers from a ridiculous phobia, I understand.” His light, hazel brown eyes were everything I needed in that moment.

“Want to tell us what happened?” Ambrose took the chair next to me and took one of my hands in his, using his thumb to massage deep circles into my palms. It felt amazing, and a perfect distraction. Or almost perfect.

“Not particularly.” I never wanted to revisit what happened earlier ever again, but secretly, I knew as soon as I was alone, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. It was a sickness I never saw coming.

Ambrose looked down at my small hand in his large ones. “I know you hold a lot of yourself back from the world, Lilith. Anyone can tell you’re a private and secretive person. But with me, I never want you to be that way.”

“With us,” Atticus added as he took the chair on the other side of me.

One side of Ambrose’s mouth twitched, then flattened back out. “With us.”

“I—It’s too fresh right now. I just can’t bring myself to rehash everything.”

“Later, when you’ve had time to relax, you’ll tell us?” Ambrose pushed as he hit a particularly nice spot with his thumb.

I groaned and dropped my head back. “Fine. If you last that long, I will.”

“You just let us worry about how long we’ll last.” Atticus brushed my hair back from face. “We’ve got a plan, so don’t you worry about that.”

They seemed much closer than the last time they were here together, and I wanted to ask about it, but at the same time, I didn’t. It didn’t matter because they wouldn’t be in my life for long.

“What can we do to make you feel better?” Ambrose rumbled as he switched hands.

“There is one thing that would be the perfect distraction.” In my right mind, I would never ask this or be this bold with two men. Maybe it was a good thing I wasn’t thinking clearly today.

“And what’s that?” Atticus rubbed his hand lightly up my side, stopping just below my breast, then hesitating before sweeping back down.

“You could make love to me. Both of you.” I lifted my gaze to meet each man’s to gauge their reaction. Atticus smiled, seemingly having no issue, but Ambrose pursed his lips.

“I don’t know, Lilith. I was serious when I said I wanted to be in your life. And I want this part too, but is right now, when you’re so upset, the right time?”

“There is no right time. And who knows how long I’ll have you both. So yes, this is perfect, because I need you both right now and I’m asking nicely.”

I hoped I didn’t sound as defeated to their ears as I did to mine, but Ambrose must have seen something he needed in my face, because he gave one firm nod.

“Then yes, we’ll give you what you need, because I’ll always give you what you need, when you need it. But we’re doing this my way.”

“We’ll always give you what you need.” Atticus piped in, and Ambrose repeated it.

“We’ll always give you what you need.”

“Up you go.” Atticus scooped me up from my seat and carried me down the hallway, pushing doors open until he reached my bedroom. I could have directed him, but I was so shocked they were taking me up on the offer.

After tossing me on the bed, he placed his fists on his sides and turned to Ambrose. “How do you want to do this?”

“Hmm.” In the walk between my kitchen and my bedroom, my handsome Greek god from the park morphed into some kind of in control sex god. His shoulders seemed broader, his expression darkened with a fire I’d never witnessed, and he had my eyes rolling back in my head just watching him unbuckle and take off his belt.

“Check the drawers for stockings or anything we can use as restraints.”

When Atticus let his gaze wander over my body, the sexual heat seared my skin wherever it touched. Then he turned away and started pulling drawers and rummaging through my stuff. “No stockings. No rope. Although there is a nice rabbit dildo with a clit tickler.” He held up my dark purple sex toy.

“We’ll use that later. But I have something different in mind for tonight.” Ambrose tugged off his shirt, revealing beautifully tanned skin and perfectly cut abs. He was the epitome of what a man should look like.

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