Sloan lifted his head so he could see her eyes. Those big, beautiful, brown eyes. The emotion he saw shining in them robbed him of breath.
The corners of her mouth quirked upward. “Rylan’s not the only one who’s changed. I’ve changed too.” She ran her fingers through Sloan’s beard, and he almost purred in happiness. “I’m done pretending I don’t feel things. I’m done pretending I don’t love you.”
His breath hitched.
Rylan’s did the same when she turned that infinitely gentle touch to his cheek. “And I’m done pretending I don’t love you.”
Sloan took her left hand and entwined their fingers. Rylan did the same with her right hand.
“I’m still going to be a bitch sometimes,” Reese confessed. “I’m still going to make decisions both of you might disagree with. I still . . .” Her voice caught. “I still can’t give you children.”
“I don’t want children,” Sloan said instantly.
“Me neither,” Rylan piped up. “They’re a pain in the ass.”
Her expression became grave. “You say that now, but . . .”
“It won’t change.” Sloan’s tone was firm. “Kids have never interested me, sweetheart. I don’t want or need that responsibility.” He laughed ruefully. “Besides, we’ve already got enough on our plate dealing with the children we have now.”
Rylan backed him up. “Yup, we’ve got a camp full of children to take care of. Or rather, you do. You two can play mom and dad to all those assholes out there. I’ll just hide in this cabin until you guys feel like playing a different kind of game.”
Sloan reached over and gave Rylan’s cheek a light slap. “Bullshit. You don’t get to dodge your responsibilities. If you’re our man, you lead with us.”
“Con might not like having his leadership challenged . . .”
“Nobody’s challenging shit. We take care of our people, he takes care of his.”
Rylan paused thoughtfully. “Actually, I take it back. I bet Connor would be happy to let Reese lead everyone. He’s never wanted the job for himself.” He shrugged. “But enough with this business talk—we’re talking love, remember?”
Reese rejoined the conversation with a laugh. “This is the weirdest relationship I’ve ever had.” She hesitated. “I’m still not sure it’s ever going to work.”
“It’ll work,” Sloan said roughly. “We love each other, it works. There.”
“You sound confident of that.”
“I am confident. I’m your rock, remember?” He jerked a thumb at Rylan. “I’m his rock too. And you . . .” He brushed his lips over hers. “You’re our fire.”
“What am I then?” Rylan asked curiously.
Sloan thought it over. “You’re the wind,” he finally answered.
“No way. That sucks. The wind blows out the fire.”
“Naw.” He met the other man’s eyes, a slow smile stretching his mouth. “It kindles it.”
The darkly seductive look he got in return succeeded in turning his cock to granite. “Yeah . . . yeah, you’re right.” Rylan toyed with the top of Reese’s towel for a moment. “I’m really good at stoking fires.”
Damn straight he was. And he was fast too—Sloan barely had a chance to blink before Rylan had their woman completely naked, the towel tossed aside.
Sloan’s breath lodged in his throat at the vision of pure perfection in front of him. Smooth, pale skin. Long legs and silky thighs. Reese’s tits, round and plump, begging for his mouth. But Rylan beat him to it.
Reese moaned when Rylan’s lips closed around one puckered nipple. “I thought you wanted me to eat,” she reminded them.
“Decided I was hungrier than you,” Rylan rasped before flicking his tongue over her other nipple. “Sloan, my man, you look famished too.”
A laugh rose in his throat. “Starving,” he confirmed, and then he slid between Reese’s legs and captured her clit in his mouth.
Her hips shot off the bed. “Jesus. Are you two trying to kill me?”
“Naw, sweetheart, we’re just loving you.” He sucked on that rapidly swelling bud before licking his way to her opening, where he lapped eagerly at her arousal.
He wasn’t sure how or when his clothes came off, but suddenly he was naked and his lips were no longer on Reese’s pussy, but kissing her eager mouth. He chased her tongue past her lips and deepened the kiss, ravishing her mouth with damn near desperation.
A rough hand closed around his cock, stroking and pumping until he was seeing stars, until he wasn’t certain who was even touching him anymore. Or who he was touching. Soft curves and hard muscles skimmed beneath his hands. Reese’s lips, Rylan’s lips traveled along his heated flesh. Hoarse groans and heavy breathing filled the cabin.