Page 47 of Shared By the Mountain Men Triplets

Rhett moves closer, but he doesn’t touch me. “Tell us exactly what you want.”

It’s an order, and that should irritate me, but it doesn’t. His command gives me relief from the want that’s so strong, it’s nearly tearing through my chest.

“I want you.” I meet Rhett’s stare, and his eyes darken.

I turn toward Cade. “And you.”

The flare of his nostrils is the only crack in his control.

Then I look at Boone. “And you.”

His expression goes soft for one second before it turns hungry enough to weaken my knees.

“I want all three of you,” I say. “And that no longerscares me.”

Rhett’s voice cuts through the silence that follows. “Come here.”

I barely make it two steps because he comes forward to meet me, his hand closing at the side of my neck and his thumb pressing beneath my jaw. He looks down at me like he’s giving me one last chance to change my mind, but we both know I’m not going to take it.

“If you say stop, we stop. If you say no, we listen.”

Emotion rises so quickly, it nearly hurts, because his words are firm and protective in the deepest, most dangerous way.

“Understood,” I whisper.

His thumb strokes once along my jaw. “Good girl.”

His praise makes me wet, and I’m so surprised by my body’s response, my mouth falls open.

Rhett sees it, and his restraint breaks. He angles my face upward as he bends over me, and then his lips crush mine with a smoldering intensity. It’s so far from a typical tentative first kiss, I lose my breath.

His kiss is making promises, leaving me with no doubt about what he intends to deliver.

He claims my mouth with the same quiet authority he brings to everything. The floor seems to tilt beneath us as I take in the taste of him, the smell of him, the heat of his body, the strength in his touch.

I grab for his shirt, twisting my fingers in the cotton, because I need something solid, and he’s solid everywhere. Chest, shoulders, hand at my neck, arm around my waistdragging me closer until the hard line of his body is pressing against mine.

When Boone makes a rough sound behind me, Rhett lifts his head just enough to speak against my mouth. “Boone.”

Then Boone is there, too, his heat seeping into my back before he takes my hips in his hands. He’s careful at first, then less careful when I lean into him. His lips brush the side of my throat Rhett hasn’t claimed, and my whole body shivers.

“Hell, Wren,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea how much we want you?”

I tip my head back against his shoulder. “No,” I say, though it’s not entirely true.

Boone laughs, sounding wrecked. Nothing like his usual charm. “Liar.” His teeth graze a spot beneath my ear, and I feel dizzy.

Rhett notices, his arm tightening around me. “Still with us?”

“Yes.”

I turn my head to find Cade standing a few feet away, his eyes locked on me, his body tight as he holds himself back. I reach for him, and his name is barely out of my mouth before he moves.

He crosses the room in a couple of quick strides, then his hand is in my hair, turning my face to his like he’s been quietly starving for me for days. His kiss isn’t rough, but it’s not gentle, either. He possesses mewith a devastating focus, like he intends to memorize every breath, every tremor, and every other way my body betrays me.

Rhett’s hand stays at my waist, Boone’s mouth is at my throat, and Cade’s kiss consumes me.

When he lifts his head, his voice is husky. “You’re shaking.”