Page 28 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

He scowls. “See, I told you that you wouldn’t be into it.”

I love this side of him. It’s the first time his defenses are down. He is kind of sweet on the inside. On the outside, he is a little bit obnoxious.

But now I can kind of see it. I can even see him better. Emily always thought he was the cutest one, but I didn’t. I don’t like guys who are all ego. No sincerity.

Emily loves his long hair and square jaw. She loves that tattoo of a rose on his left bicep. She claims that he has the best ass, but I don’t know. All of their asses are pretty great if you ask me.

“I didn’t say that I wouldn’t be into it,” I reply.

Finally, he looks me in the eye. His eyes are soft brown, like milk chocolate. The sun streaks of blond in his hair sort of glimmer in the morning light. I can even see the little sparkles dancing off the stubble of his morning beard.

“Well, what are you saying?” he asks me softly.

“I’m saying that I think wanting a girlfriend is kind of sweet,” I answer honestly. “It’s nice.”

“Nice,” he repeats with a roll of his eyes.

“Yes, nice,” I reiterate. “Sweet, even. Touching. Charming. Kind of old-fashioned.”

“I promise you there is nothing old-fashioned about what we have in store,” he grunts, all testosterone and bravado again.

“Oh, listen to you,” I tease. “Don’t try to cover it up with me, Harrison. I see through you now. You’re nice. You’re a romantic!”

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to think of something else to say. Now that I have him, I want to play with him even more, like a cat who just found a mouse in the middle of the floor.

“You want feelings,” I continue in a singsong. “You want the whole girlfriend experience, right? Holding hands and watching movies and snuggling by the fire?”

“Okay, sure. But mostly we want fucking,” he huffs.

I edge closer to him, watching his eyes track my body underneath my thin nightgown.

“You want sweetness? Affection? All those sweet nothings people whisper to each other?”

I see him edge away, as though he’s going to make a run for it, but then he stands up straight again. Like he has decided not to retreat.

“Long walks on the beach and slow dancing,” he smirks, suddenly more bold.

“Candlelight dinners? Moonlight swims? Love notes on the bathroom mirror sort of thing?” I challenge him, happy to see the mischievous spark back in his eyes.

“I would even consider throwing my jacket over a puddle,” he smiles.

I like this. I like this version of him, and I like this flirty conversation.

Do I like the triple boyfriend concept?

It makes me shiver. I actually do shiver, and watch his little gasp of surprise as he inspects my body. I’m probably pretty obvious with the goosebumps. Hard nipples. The whole deal.

His lips are parted, with a subtle gleam at the opening. Yeah. I can see that. I can see the two of us… thefourof us having a pretty good time together.

I’m surprised that he is so emotional about it, too. Not every guy will admit that he wants romance. Most guys just dangle emotional interactions like some kind of ransom letter. They certainly don’t offer it right off the bat.

They certainly don’t make it a priority, now do they?

But if this is true… Well, it’s a lot to consider.

And to be honest, it feels like every cell in my body has already made up its mind. I am shivering, not with cold, but with the effort it takes to keep from just throwing myself on him and wrapping my legs around his hips. My stomach is in knots. My skin races with goosebumps.

“All right,” I sniff. “I’ll give it some thought.”

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