Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,62

neither. We won’t be doing that again.”

“We care about you, angel. We’re standing by you, and that means not letting you face this fight alone,” Beckett says. “Anderson’s going to come after you no matter what. He knows that you know too much. And we’re not going to let you deal with the fallout on your own. We’re going to fight with you. We’re going to figure this out.”

“We’re tougher than you think, little angel.” Something in Ryland’s voice hits me right in the chest, and I turn to look at him over my shoulder.

When I first met Pride, I never would’ve thought that he had any kind of feeling for others. I truly thought him a sin, the closest to true evil out of all the men. Even Ford, who scared me at first, never made me so nervous.

Now I see an openness in him. Maybe even a warmth, like the spring thaw. His dark eyes glitter, and he watches me so intently that I feel naked, laid bare before him.

“But what if you’re redeemed?” I whisper, my voice quiet and shaky. “What if this tips the scales?”

“What matters isn’t what comes after,” Ryland continues, still looking me right in the eye. “It isn’t whether we live or die. What matters is that we fight with you, and frankly, fuck the consequences. We’re going to stand by you no matter what. That’s all that’s important.”

Holy crap.

I don’t know what to say.

I don’t know how to feel.

A moment ago, I was convinced that nothing these men said could break through my determination. But Ryland’s words have just thrown me completely off balance.

I never would’ve thought I’d hear him say something like that. It’s not exactly a declaration of love on the surface, but that’s what it feels like. That’s what I hear in the spaces between the words.

Ryland has never struck me as the kind of person who would speak his feelings out loud, in plain English. You have to read between the lines a little to know what he’s really saying.

And I know exactly what he’s saying.

I know what Beckett is saying when I look at him and he stares right back at me, open and honest. I know what he means, now, when he calls me angel.

I love these men.

And they love me back.

“You would do that?” I whisper. “Risk yourselves like that for me?”

Ryland’s gaze holds mine. Just like the first time I met him, his intense stare makes me feel small and vulnerable. So tiny compared to this tall, dominating man. But that feeling no longer scares me or intimidates me. Instead, it makes heat flush through my body.

“I’ll risk whatever it takes,” he murmurs.

His large hand moves up to capture my jaw, and I shift a little between them as he drops his head and presses his lips to mine.

Oh… wow.

Every time I’ve kissed Ryland before this, there’s been an element of restraint to it, as if he wouldn’t allow himself to take too much or give too much. As if we were kissing through an invisible barrier—with something always between us, no matter how close we got.

But that barrier is gone now. And Ryland kissing with everything he has?

It’s scorching.

My knees go a little weak as the hard press of his lips and the sweep of his tongue make sparks shoot through me. Fortunately, Beck is on my other side, and he steps closer as I sag a little, pinning me between the two of them. They’re both so large, so dominant, that I feel completely surrounded.

Beckett’s hand replaces Ryland’s on my jaw as he turns my head the other way, and then he’s kissing me. The transition from one man to the next was so seamless that it’s hard to believe they spent so many years hating each other. So many years holding on to their anger.

They’re so alike. So perfectly in tune.

If they fought over the woman they both once loved, I feel bad for her—because having them in sync like this is so much better.

Maybe they didn’t know then that it was possible to share. Maybe their pride or greed got in the way. But holy cow, what they’re doing to me right now is incredible.

I don’t feel torn between them. I feel cherished by both of them. They move so perfectly together that I lose track of whose lips are kissing me, whose hands are touching me. My eyes drift shut as sensations crackle through my body from every single