Page 92 of The Agreement

Adam opened his mouth.

“With both of you.” I had to keep going, or I’d never get this out. “You have to give me a chance to be a part of what you have with each other. I was an idiot, not admitting to myself how I felt. Pushing Brooke away. Pretending I didn’t love Adam. I do. I love you Adam, and Brooke as well. I wish I could be more eloquent about it, but—”

Adam dropped Brooke’s hand and gripped the back of my neck, stealing my voice. He kissed me hard and drew out the moment until everything fell away except the three of us.

I pushed him back, needing to say just a little more, but I couldn’t find the words.

“We were all idiots.” Adam’s voice was gravel. “But I love you too, and I’m so fucking glad you figured it out. Though I wouldn’t have minded a little more hate sex first.”

“There was hate sex? And I missed it?” Brooke pouted.

“I’ll give you something much better.” I stepped away from Adam and wrapped an arm around Brooke’s waist. “I don’t know why it took me so long to own this, but I’ve been infatuated with you since the first day I saw you, and I don’t know when it became more, but the way I love you now is so intense it consumes me.”

“I love you too. So much it scares me. But I finally figured out you’re worth the risk. You both are. You’re going to let me keep Adam too. I assume.”

I glanced at Adam, and he beamed. “You know neither of you could really give me up.”

“It’s true.” And I was finally willing to own that fact.

Adam gripped the back of my neck with both hands, and I mimicked the gesture, our mouths clashing then molding together in a kiss that sealed me to him. How did I ignore what I felt for him for so long?

I didn’t want to let him go, but I wanted Brooke, too. I reluctantly broke away from Adam, and turned to Brooke. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I said.

Brooke’s questioning look, from her lightly furrowed brow to the seductive slant of her lips, amplified my desire.

I glided my fingers lightly along her jaw, to her neck, and finally to grip her hair tightly in my fist. Her gasp sent desire spilling through me. I yanked hard, and captured her mouth, swallowing her moan.

How did I pretend for so long that my feelings for her, for Adam, were anything less than this intense need? I wanted to kiss Brooke from now until eternity. She was my lifeline and my breath and my universe.

I forced myself to break away, but I know I couldn’t keep my mouth off her for long. “I really want to take you in front of these giant windows.” My voice was ragged. “But we should probably not.”

“It’s going to happen eventually.” Adam had a good point.

Brooke’s eyes grew wide. “Would you—we—really do that?”

“Fuck in front of the picture windows?” I liked the idea alot. “If you’re interested.”

She nodded. “Not tonight, but yeah, I think I could be convinced.”

It was going on the list.

“I’m going to need so many more lessons.” Brooke sounded as excited as the words made me feel.

Adam wrinkled his nose. “Can we not call them that?”

“I likelist.” One was growing in my head with each suggestion and innuendo. “I’ve already got a good-sized one of things I’d like to do to you.”

“Just me?” Brooke glanced sideways. “What about Adam?”

I shrugged, trying to look more casual than I felt. Truly, I wanted all the things from both of them. “I’ve already done a lot of them with Adam, so he can watch.” Teasing slid into my reply.

Adam raised his brows. “I’m only content to watch sometimes.”

“Like now?” Brooke’s question lilted up.

She must’vereallyliked the fucking-in-front-of-the-window idea.

“Let’s start there,” Adam said. “But only because I’ve had fantasies about watching Deacon ravage you for a long time.”

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