Page 77

He nods. “Yeah, I almost died.” He looks at Pierce again, who’s standing at the end of the bed, watching us. “Pierce saved my life.”

I look at him. “You did?”

He nods, taking in a deep breath. “Of course I did. He’s my partner, and I love him. I’d do anything for him.” He looks at me, his expression staying serious. “And for you.”

I can’t help but smile, and I Turn back to Forge. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not really,” he says, holding out his hand. I give him mine, and he brings it to his chest to run across. “It tingles sometimes. Burns a little.”

“The skin feels different,” I say, running my finger over the soft, pink skin.

Pierce gets into bed, and I Turn to face him. “Thank you for saving him. If you hadn’t, I don’t think I’d be here.”

He nods. “I don’t think any of us would be.”

Pierce gets comfortable, pulling the sheets up, and it suddenly feels a little hot.

I’m lying in bed with two very sexy men. Of course it’s hot.

“Do you always sleep this far apart?” I ask.

“Far apart?” Forge repeats.

“Well, yeah. There's enough room for another three people in here.”

Pierce laughs. “We had the bed made this big for a reason.”

“So you wouldn't have to touch each other?” I ask with a giggle.

“So he wouldn't kick me in his sleep,” Forge says, pointing at Pierce.

“I do not kick you.”

“You've kicked me in the balls twice.”

I burst out laughing.

“That was one time,” Pierce argues.

“Twice. Same night.”

“You were stealing the blankets!”

I laugh harder.

“Maybe I should go back upstairs. I don’t want to be kicked,” I say.

“Not a chance,” Forge says, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging me closer to him. “I’ll protect you from him.”

“Oh please,” Pierce says with a laugh.

“Doesn’t matter how much space we have, Rae. This is where you belong,” Forge says, hugging me tighter.

I reach out for Pierce, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him toward me. Of course I don’t have the strength to do that, but he comes willingly, and I rest my arm over his stomach.

“I like it here,” I say, closing my eyes and settling in. “Are you sure this okay?”

“More than okay,” Pierce says, covering my hand with his. “We want you here.”