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I was wet when I pulled away, more than ready to be naked with them both.

“Ready for your next present, sunshine?” Wolf asked. “Unless you want to skip right to the kiss, in which case I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“I definitely want the kiss, but I’ll take the present first.”

“You got it.” He stood and took his guitar out of its case, then sat on the bed.

He hesitated, then started to strum, his long fingers working the strings, a melancholy melody echoing through the room.

I closed my eyes and listened as he moved through the chords, the notes winding through my body like the ivy that crept up the house.

I was surprised when he started to sing. “Found a daisy in a field afar, looking a lot like a great lone star. The light’ll come when you can’t see. That’s when I knew that Daisy found me.”

He kept playing, kept singing, and I felt like my heart was being mended by the healing thread of his words, the music echoing through the room. My cheeks were wet with tears by the time the last note echoed through the room. The silence that followed felt almost deafening in the absence of the music, like something had been lost.

I tried to speak but couldn’t, so I shook my head and swallowed the lump that had lodged in my throat. “You wrote that for me?”

His nod was slow, his gaze glued to mine. “I guess you could say that.”

“What do you mean?”

He considered his words. “It doesn’t seem fair to say I wrote it. It’s what I hear when I look at you. It just took me a while to get the notes down, to hear the words.”

He set the guitar aside and stood, then reached for my hands to pull me to my feet. For a long moment, he just looked down at me, his eyes burning like molten sapphires.

“No one’s ever written a song for me before,” I finally said.

“I could write a symphony for you, Daisy.”

His use of my name — not the nickname I’d grown to love but my actual name — felt like a promise and a prayer.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest, felt his arms tighten around me. I could hear the beating of his heart.

Steady. Reassuring.

Jace was gone, but these two men, they were still here. I needed to remember that.

“I love you,” I said. “I love both of you.”

He stroked my hair. “We love you too.”

“I love the love,” Otis said from the bed. “But can we fuck now? I really want to fuck now.”

I laughed as Wolf squeezed me tighter.

Chapter 17

Daisy

Otis was behind me in seconds, ensconcing me in a deliciously sexy Wolf-and-Otis sandwich. Wolf held my face in his big hands and looked down at me, love and hunger moving through his gaze until the moment he captured my mouth with his. He ran his tongue along the seam of my mouth until I opened for him and I felt Otis work the zipper on my dress, the cool air of the hotel room on my back.

Wolf pillaged my mouth with sensual sweeps of his tongue while Otis slid the dress off my shoulders. It fell in a silky heap around my feet as his hands seared my hips and back.

I was lost in Wolf’s kiss while Otis unfastened my bra and tossed it aside. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me tight against him. The crisp slide of his dress shirt against my back and the soft scratch of his pants against the back of my thighs were erotic counterpoints to my heated skin. Desire pooled between my thighs, Wolf’s tongue stoking the need burning at my center while Otis cupped my tits from behind, pinching my nipples as he kissed my bare shoulders.

Wolf’s cock was pressed against my stomach, Otis’ in the crack of my ass, and raw lust roared through my body. I knew they couldn’t replace Jace, but I wanted them to try, wanted to be filled with them.

“Fuck,” Wolf said when he broke our kiss. He ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Your mouth is so soft, sunshine. So sweet.”

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