Page 43 of My Ex-Best Friends

Logan let out a longing sigh as he walked around to me. “Some of us know you better on the inside than others.”

I turned on my stool so he was between my legs and tipped my face up for a kiss. It felt so natural, so normal, that it didn’t occur to me that my behavior had changed until his smirk registered.

“You can’t even pretend that this isn’t everything you want and need, little bunny. You’ve become so needy for our touch this fast. Imagine how much you’ll beg for us in a month.” Wrapping one large hand around the front of my throat, he gently tipped my head back. “Why are you so good at being shared by us, little bunny?”

Colt pressed into me from behind. “We’d better be the only ones to share you.”

“You are.” I licked my lips, hungry but all thoughts of food forgotten. “I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust you three. I would never let anyone else have this. I trusted you with my first time.”

“Do you want that again?” Noah’s voice was so quiet that I barely heard it. His face was anything but. It was tense and dark with promise. “Do you want us together?”

I closed my eyes. I was afraid of what it said about me that them together was what I wanted most in the world. “You said if I stay…”

“You’re ours.” Noah finished. “I meant what I said. As long as you’re in this town, fuck, maybe in this state, you’re ours. Just like it always was and how it’ll always be.”

“Is that what everyone wants?”

Colt stroked his hands around my waist and then up to cup my breasts. “It’s not just a matter of want, Brooke. It’s the way it is. The second you showed up here, you were ours. You knew it, too. You came right to us in that fucking wedding dress.”

“It’s more than that, though. You stay. No more running. You’re ours and we’re yours and you stay right here with us, Brooke.” Logan’s hand tightened on my throat, just the slightest possessive pressure. “I’m not losing you again.”

My pulse hammered hard enough that I knew he could feel it in my neck. It should’ve been too much. I’d just run away from my own wedding. I didn’t even own my own clothing. I was a mess. None of it mattered, though. It wasn’t too much. It wasn’t enough. “I’m not leaving.”

Colt’s breath caught behind me. “You know what that means?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. “It means we’re dating?”

Noah let out a dark laugh. “We’re so much more than that, B.”

Logan nodded. “You’reours. Call it whatever you want, but know that at the end of every night, you’re coming home to us.”

“It means you belong to us but also that you don’t need to worry about running ever again, Brooke, because you have us to take care of you. Let us take care of you.” Colt’s voice dipped. “Let us fuck you and love you.”

I shivered with need. “I can take care of you, too.”

Noah walked around and joined us. The three of them surrounded me and when Noah put his hands on me, too, I felt like things were really, really going to be okay. “You’re doing this?”

I nodded. “Yes. It was always supposed to be you guys. No one else was ever good enough. No matter how much I closed myeyes and pretended they were enough, they weren’t. I just didn’t think I could have this, or deserved this, so I took whatever. I want you, though. I don’t think I can pretend anymore.”

“Thank fuck for that.” Colt slid his lips down my neck. “Are you tired?”

“You’re joking.” I groaned. “I feel like I’ve been strapped to a live wire.”

“Thank fuck for that, too.” He pressed one more kiss to my neck and then stepped back. “Go upstairs. Logan’s room. Get naked for us.”

Logan’s pupils dilated as he nodded. “I want you naked and spread out, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy as soon as I walk in.”

I gulped. “You guys weren’t so sure of yourselves the first time we did this.”

Noah grinned. “You came for us so much then. Imagine how much you’ll come for us now.”

I slipped off the stool and tiptoed from between them. Stopping just outside of the kitchen, I looked back over my shoulder and the sight of the three of them watching me had me near panting.

“Go, little bunny.” Logan bared his teeth at me. “The big, bad wolf will come for you soon.”

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***Noah***

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