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Fuck, nothing gets me off like watching the men I love, love each other.
And watching Nate and Elias take him apart with very different styles of dominance is going to ruin me for every other living thing on this planet.
“So,” Elias says, finally breaking the kiss, his voice a low rumble. “You want to tell us why you're watching a naked Sloane instead of your show?”
Jace drops his gaze down to me, and gives me a mischievous smirk. “You wanna tell them what you told me, Sugar, or should I sing it from the rooftops?”
That snaps me back to reality, and my entire body goes hot. Jace’s grin widens, smug and delighted, and I consider smothering him with one of the decorative pillows.
“I hate you,” I mutter.
“No, you don’t.” He gives my hip a squeeze. “We literally just established that.”
Nate’s gaze sharpens. “Established what?”
I push him off me and drag Elias’s shirt from the floor, pulling it over my head with more urgency than dignity.
All three of them are watching me like I’m about to announce the next new thing on the market.
Jace looks ready to burst as I try to buy myself more time. Elias folds his arms across his chest with the patience of a damn monk. And Nate remains beside the couch, his expression unreadable.
Suddenly, telling Jace feels easy compared to this.
“I might have told Jace that I’m in love with him,” I admit, twisting my fingers into the hem of the shirt.
Jace makes a strangled, triumphant noise and I turn to glare at him. “Quiet,” I warn.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Taking a deep breath, my eyes move to Nate first. He hasn’t said anything, and of course, the silence makes me ramble.
"But it isn’t only him. I love you too. Even when you’re bossy and impossible and act like emotions are hostile negotiations, but you let down the walls and let me take care of you.”
Nate doesn’t look away from me as his hand rises to my face, his thumb tracing my cheek with devastating gentleness. “Sola.”
That single word threatens to unravel me.
“I have loved you for considerably longer than has been convenient,” he says quietly. A laugh breaks through the pressure in my chest, half relief and half disbelief.
“That might be the most Nathaniel Blackwell declaration of love imaginable.”
“I wasn’t finished.”
“Sorry.”
His mouth curves. “I love you,” he says, with no hesitation this time. “Completely. Inconveniently. And without any intention of stopping.”
My eyes burn as I place a quick kiss on his lip before turning to Elias. He’s watching me with an expression so open it makes my heart ache.
“And you,” I whisper.
His eyes soften before he shakes his head. “I want to hear you say it, Little Doe.”
Of course he does.
“I love you, Elias.” I take one step toward him. “I love that you make me feel safe, but also that you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me and let me protect you too.”
His breath leaves him slowly, and he closes the remaining distance between us; his hands find my waist, grounding me.
