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But Piper just shrugs. “Look, if we want to be friends and do… this, then I kind of figure kissing isn’t the thing that’s going to send us over the edge, you know? Like, when we kissed, it wasn’t the end of the world.”

“Why did you kiss him?” Brent growls.

Piper gives him a sassy look. “Because I wanted to.”

Tate looks like someone just told him his birthday was cancelled. “And you don’t want to kiss me?”

Piper rolls her eyes, the stands. She moves over to Tate, straddling him, and he quickly scoots his chair back to accommodate her. She settles into his lap and tips his head back. The long kiss that she gives Tate makes my body go hard, and blood rushes straight to my cock.

“I want to kiss you, too,” she whispers to Tate.

Then, she moves over to Brent. She doesn’t sit on his lap, presumably because of the still-healing bruised rib, and she puts another kiss… right on his lips. Brent grunts, his hands coming up to pull back her hair. He deepens the kiss, and by the time he’s done, we’re all panting.

Piper stands, looking at the three of us.

“I want you. All of you. No competitions. No games. There’s no world where I could choose just one of you, so I want you to know that I would never choose one of you. No matter what, it’s all of you,” she murmurs.

Then, leaving us in stunned silence, she heads up the stairs.

The sound of her footsteps creaking on the second floor above us makes all three of us look at each other.

Tate’s the one who speaks first. “Should we take bets on whose room she’s in?”

Brent shakes his head. “No. But if I get there first, you fuckers have to wait your turn.”

He practically overturns the table as he gets up.

Tate and I follow, Tate shouting as he goes. Running up the stairs, I grin.

If Piper wants all of us, then she’s about to fucking have us all.

CHAPTER 18

Piper

It’s a good thing that I chose to wear the sexiest underwear I have under my little white cotton sundress tonight. I’m done playing around. I’m done pretending that if I ignore all of this long enough, that it will just go away.

I want them. Even if it’s scary, even if I am terrified of fucking this up and losing them. I want all three of them. Together.

I choose Dalton’s room. Seeing him, lying sadly out in the barn, propping his sleeping bag up on some hay, was the worst thing that I’ve seen. And it’s a stark reminder of what’s at stake.

I have to get this right. For us. For me.

I want this to be something… more. I just don’t know how yet. And, more than that, I don’t know how to navigate it. How do I make sure that it’s fair for me to spend time with each of the guys? If we do have a baby, how will it be fair to decide who gets to say they’re the dad? How will we make that work?

I’m not stupid. Living in a small town like this, people are going to talk. And I know exactly what it feels like to be the focus of small-town gossip. It’s not an experience that I want to repeat. Blaire and I grew up as the sad orphan girls who had to be raised by their grandparents. She responded to that by being bolder, bigger, and meaner than anyone who talked trash about us. Iresponded to it by being perfect, so that no one had anything to say.

But I don’t know how to be perfect in this situation.

However, that’s a problem for another day. Today’s problem is that I want all three of the guys. At once. And I’m ready to make that happen.

I’m out of the sundress and lounging on the bed when they come bursting in. Clearly, they tried Tate’s and Brent’s rooms first, because I can hear them about three seconds before the door opens and all of them collapse into the room.

There’s a delicious, perfect moment when they see me lounging casually on Dalton’s bed. In a set of lingerie that would make even the most experienced boudoir photographer blush.

Brent’s the one who speaks first.

“Holy hell, baby,” he gasps, a hand scrubbing over his face as he looks at me. “Where the hell did you get that?”

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