Page 4 of Shared By 3

Both men look at me. I stand up and walk to stand between them. I swat Hunter’s butt. “Don’t hit your brother.”

“I just-” Hunter starts.

“Especially not when he’s dealing with this shit. Behave or I’ll start spanking you,” I threaten.

Hunter’s eyes flair with desire, as if we didn’t just go two rounds. I turn to Chase. “Your father is an egotistical narcissist who clearly can’t let go of control. Remember, he publicly handed you the reigns, Chase.”

“I know he did,” Chase sighs. “He shouldn’t have. I’m just a computer guy.”

“You are both. You’re a good leader, Baby Boy,” I say, with a hand on my hip. “You think things through, you play the long game, you’re compassionate, loving, and you mix your desires with the good of the people, plus, you’re always willing to listen to the ideas of others. That’s what makes a good leader. That’s you.”

Chase’s shoulders drop, and he gives me a small smile. “One day, there will be a problem you can’t fix with words.”

“Never,” I disagree, kissing his neck, then standing on my toes to kiss his jaw. “I enjoy being able to fix things with my words. Then again ... Lief has taught me how to use a knife pretty well.”

Both my men chuckle, but the math doesn’t take long to do. I motion to them and narrow my eyes. “I’m missing a fiancé.”

“Say it again,” Chase orders.

My lips curl in a wicked smile. “Fiancé.”

He kisses me hard, pressing me against the fridge as he grabs my ass and grinds against me. I moan and rub his shoulders, tangling our tongues. He pours his affection into me. When he draws back, all I can do is stare.

How the hell did I get these men? Sure, they’re older and we mesh well, but they’re way too good for me. Rich, handsome, strong, independent. Why would they settle for sharing me? Why would they propose to me, spoil me with an amazing home?

“I like the way you look at me,” Chase hums.

“I love all three of you,” I breathe, then exhale and glance around. “Speaking ofthree.”

“No clue.” Chase holds his hands up. “He left before me.”

I pull out my phone and call Lief, impatient to have all my men together. Theyshouldbe together and the last time Lief was late, it was because he was injured. I don’t want that again. The phone answers and I hear a sigh.

“Where are you?” I demand.

“Vicious as ever, little viper,” he says gently. “I’m on my way home.”

“Uninjured?” I ask, putting a hand on my hip.

“Yes,” he says without hesitation.

“You’re never late unless you’re injured!” I insist. “What’s keeping you away?”

“I’m not allowed to surprise you? Is that a new rule after you proposed? It wasn’t in the vows,” Lief says. “You’d like the weather. A storm is rolling in. We’re going to have snow.”

“Lief,” I sigh. “Get home, Viking. I want you here.”

“I’m less than three minutes away. Are you in trouble?” He asks. I hear him accelerate. “Where are Hunter and Chase?”

“Right here, watching me in a way thatdefinitelymeans I’m in trouble,” I hint.

“One minute and I’ll be parking,” he promises.

“I’m going to hold it to you.”

I hang up and look at Chase and Hunter as they approach. I point at Hunter. “You just had metwice.” Then I focus on Chase. “You are in the middle of cooking and your food will burn.”

“Take out is better anyway,” Chase dismisses.

---