him. “In the bedroom where Preston is waiting.”
I’d assumed he was sleeping, since he’d spent so much time helping my brother drive. I smiled. “Well, I’m game if you’re game.”
He strung our fingers together and tugged me toward the small bedroom. A lot of things had happened in this tiny motorhome. “I need to remember to thank Gus for this sometime. He did buy it for us, even if he doesn’t know that yet, because I doubt he’s checking credit card bills.”
Rainer laughed, a loud sound. “We’d better warn him. He won’t think to look. Hardly ever spends any money. It might come as a shock. He should be warned.”
I shook my head. The strong werewolf brought down by a heart attack caused by the spending I did on his credit card.
Anton turned around just long enough to give me a grin. He would pay it off. I knew that in the way that I could just understand what he was saying without him having to say it.
“Thanks.” I nodded back at him. “I’ll figure out a way to pay you back.”
He shook his head and shot me a look over his shoulder that spoke volumes. Anton didn’t like that at all. I sighed. “Or I’ll just say thank you. And I love you. And thank you, again.”
His smile lit up the vehicle. He liked that.
“Hey, lover boy.” Rainer groaned. “Eyes on the road or I’m driving.”
I grinned at them. I loved these guys, and what was more, I loved being part of their family. That was the thing about mating and becoming pack. It went beyond our having a sexual relationship. We became each other’s everything. It was a connection I needed with every breath I took.
Waiting for me in the small bedroom was Jarret, who leaned against the wall, and Preston, who lay shirtless and seemingly relaxed on the bed.
I’d been feeling brave, but the second I saw them, I realized what I’d done. I had no idea how to have a ménage a trois. It had been hypothetical and something I’d speculated about, but never actually imagined doing.
Now, here we were.
“Guys, I’m really a chicken. Bawk. Bawk. Bawk. I just got nervous and…”
Preston put out his hand. “You don’t have a cowardly bone in your body. Now, if you don’t want to, that is different, but maybe you could see how you like it once we get started. Jarret and I have never done this together before either. We haven’t liked other women, and we love you. Just you. So this is a first for us, too.”
“But,” Jarret stepped toward me, “it’s really going to just be us loving you.”
I couldn’t say no to that. Not in any existence would I dream of turning that down, nerves or no nerves. In fact, I wasn’t sure what I had to be nervous about. I loved these men. I’d been with both of them before. I knew how much they wanted me, and even more, I could feel their love pressed against my heart, courtesy of their bites. When those had been taken from me, I’d been empty inside.
But now? Full to the brim.
I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it. “It’s good to face the things that scare us.”
“We shouldn’t scare you.” Jarret took my hand. “We worship you.”
And that, in and of itself, was its own kind of frightening. But I’d worry about that later. Jarret kissed me, the gentlest of caresses before he stroked his finger over my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body with just that small amount of touch. Preston got up on his knees, taking my other hand and dragging me toward him to the bed. I tugged Jarret with me, and we all landed on the bed.
I giggled. This was sort of silly, and that made what was left of the discomfort flee. I could do this because it was going to be fun.
“I don’t love being the center of attention. I’ve had a ton of that lately. I’ll never get used to it.”
Preston pulled me until my back was against his chest, and Jarret stayed face to face with me.
“I feel like I’m in the middle of a sandwich of Lejeune men.”
Jarret nuzzled against my shoulder. “As you know, love, when we mated you, we became Harpers.”
Yes, I did tend to forget that. In my mind, they would probably always be the Lejeune brothers. My Lejeunes.
Preston pulled down my pants and discarded them next to the bed.