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“Hey, knock it off. Lief is about to be home and then we can move forward, okay? I want all my fiancé’s right here, where you belong,” I whisper.

Chase cups my cheek. “You are unbearably sweet, you know that?”

“How dare you say that! I’m not sweet, I’m vicious, I’m strong! I’m more than enough to keep up with the three of you in every way!” I insist.

They chuckle and Chase pulls me against him. “You don’t even realize how sweet you are, which makes it better. It’s natural.”

“And only for us. I’m sure that Andre dude who was hitting on you never got a taste of your sweetness,” Hunter growls. “He better not have.”

“He didn’t. He got the very worst of me,” I promise.

I shudder as they keep kissing my neck, my cheeks, my lips, everything until the door opens. I turn. “Lief!”

He shows me some flowers, but I run to him, wrapping my arms around him. He catches me, like he always does, but he gives me the flowers. I look at them and see they’re bound with more than a ribbon. There’s a diamond necklace there.

I stare at it. “Lief ...”

“I can’t spoil you often, but I’m still bothered you proposed first,” he says, adjusting me into one massive arm so he can pull the necklace free with his fingers. He offers it to me and smiles. “Am I forgiven for being late?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “You’re forgiven.”

I wiggle in his arms until he sets me down. I hold my hair up and Lief puts the necklace on me. His fingers brush across my neck, raising goosebumps. My breath catches. The mix of the cold of the metal and the hot of his fingers are overwhelming. I pant and lean back against my handsome Viking.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“I love you,” I say as I turn around and stand on his boots to kiss him. Lief groans and drops the flowers, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me tightly against him as our bodies move and our tongues brush. I draw back and cup his face. “So be on time.”

He nods and kisses me again. “Are we having take out tonight?”

“We are now,” Chase says. “You have all of us, baby doll. If you have the energy ...”

“I told you, I can keep up with all of you, all the time,” I say teasingly.

They put it to work, giving me every ounce of pleasure they can while taking plenty of their own. I pant and groan, taking every orgasm, giving plenty, enjoying all of it for hours and hours.

Once we finally finish, I collapse, just laying in bed with Chase while Lief goes to order us food and Hunter showers. Chase drags me closer to him and presses his face to my hair. “We’re supposed to have lunch with my parents tomorrow.”

I groan and dig my nails into his side. He grabs my hands roughly. “Nails, baby doll. We might need to cut yours.”

“You never complain when I’m dragging them down your back,” I grumble. “Why did we agree to lunch?Whendid we agree to lunch?”

“We have to tell the world we’re engaged at some point, don’t we?” Chase asks softly. “Or are you keeping a tight lip for a reason?”

“My dad is already trying to get back into my life and saying you guys are holding me hostage. He’s going to get my mom back on his side. Your father hates me. Who’s going to be supportive about this?” I lift my head and meet his eyes.

Chase rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

I sigh. “I’m not ashamed of this. I proposed to all three of you, Chase. I’m worried about the tabloids–like always–and of other people making our relationship hard. I just want to be happy with all three of you in our perfect house.”

“Valerie-”

“I mean it,” I roll onto his chest. “I mean it, Chase. I’m so happy with all of you. I love our life when we’re at home. Now that I’m going to be at the office every day after Christmas, I might not worry so much about you guys when you’re late or not home on time, but right now ... I just want to be happy with you.”

“Sweet,” he murmurs, sitting up to kiss me, “always sweet, baby doll.”

“Yeah, look at your back in the mirror and say that again,” I huff.

I don’t know why sweet sounds like an insult from them. I’m not scary but I’ve held my own in two kidnappings, and kept my men safe. I’m more than sweet. I’m ... just right. Like Goldilocks ... although my big man-bears are much better than what she had to deal with.

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