Page 135 of Creeping Beautiful

We were a package deal. Whatever happened, we were in this together.

Some might say, Well, if you would choose McKay over Indie, then maybe you don’t really love her.

But I would disagree. I wasn’t choosing McKay over Indie.

I was choosing us.

All of us.

Outside McKay was angry. I didn’t blame him. But Indie was twenty now. And I told him that. I told him she could make up her own mind. We raised her as well as we could. We gave her everything she needed. She had a childhood, and she had Nathan as she was growing. We hadn’t forced her to love us. And if McKay wanted to walk away there was nothing I could do to stop him. But if he did, I would walk away too.

That was the deal.

I would go with him and not stay with Indie. Either we did this together, or not at all.

So if he walked away, I walked away. And Indie would be left with Donovan.

And that probably would’ve been fine. Donovan could take care of her as well as either of us. But I knew McKay would not walk away if I went with him and left her behind.

It was emotional blackmail. I get it. But I didn’t care. It worked.

McKay stayed.

And we went back inside to find Indie and Donovan sitting on the couch in the TV room. Her back was to us because she was sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs, and Donovan’s hands were caressing her ass. Lifting up that flirty skirt of her dress to reveal the skin of her hips.

I recall thinking… What the fuck is happening right now? I knew this was not in the plan. A kiss in the hallway, OK. That was the first step. I figured we’d be taking steps. Maybe even baby steps. So I was shocked to find Indie and Donovan like this. And I think McKay was too. Because we looked at each other with the same furrowed brows.

I was about to say something when my head started spinning.

Not in a bad way, either. But a soft spin. My body relaxed a little. My muscles went slack. I was looking McKay in the eyes when this change inside me was taking place.

He laughed. Like… laughed. Loudly. And said, “I feel drunk.”

That was when I remembered we drank all that champagne. And that feeling in my gut—that signal I get when the job is about to go sideways—it just floated away.

And that was when everything changed for the second time that day. But it would not be the last.

Indie and Donovan paused their kiss. And they both looked over her shoulder. Donovan looked a little confused, like he was feeling the effects of the morning mimosas too. But Indie was smiling at me. Or maybe McKay. It was hard to tell because we were standing shoulder to shoulder and her eyes were wandering between us. Almost as if they were unfocused.

And then she was up on her feet, erasing the distance between us.

And the next thing I knew… we were kissing.

All three of us.

It was the most exciting moment of my life.

Her hand was grabbing my cock. And when I looked down at it, her other hand was grabbing McKay’s.

And the next thing I knew she was leading us both over to the couch. I sat down on Donovan’s right and McKay sat on Donovan’s left. And Indie got back in Donovan’s lap and whispered, “This is my present. This is all I want today. Just to be with you.”

But she meant us.

All of us.

Because she was not Donovan’s, or McKay’s, or mine.

She was ours.