Page 64 of Fear Me Not

“You did?” A rush of guilt sweeps over me for not making him anything.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an intricately woven rush bracelet. A small charm in brass in the shape of a heart has been attached to the rushes. It’s simple, but beautiful, and it’s clearly something he’s spent time on.

“Oh, my God, Dov. You made this? I love it.”

I slip it on. It’s a tight fit over the widest part of my hand, but then settles perfectly on my wrist with no chance of it falling off.

He shrugs, glancing away. “It’s stupid, really. Childish.”

“No, it isn’t! It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.”

I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight, burying my face into the solid mass of his shoulder.

They’ve all done this for me. Blake helped with the decorating, Levi cooked, and Dov made me a gift.

My heart swells with love for all three of them, and the feeling shocks me.

Is that possible? Is it possible to love all three men? I’d never given the idea any weight before. What kind of woman is in love with three different men? Not only different men, but a father and two sons.

They brought me here for them to share, but that had been a physical thing. I don’t know why it being a purely sexual arrangement feels more accepting than us being emotionally involved as well.

Tears spring to my eyes, and they’re bittersweet, because even though this moment feels perfect, I know it can’t last. Eventually, I’m going to have to face up to the real world. We all are.

Dov sees my tears and frowns. “Did we do something wrong?”

I wipe them away and smile. “No, the opposite. This is all perfect. Thank you so much.”

All three men wear identical grins, and I hug each of them in turn, ending with Blake, who scoops me up in his arms.

“I’m happy you love it, sweet girl.”

He kisses the side of my neck, sending pleasurable shivers through my body.

We spend the rest of the day playing games, eating good food, talking and laughing. Dov is the first to excuse himself. The amount of social interaction is a little too much for him, and he’s forced to retreat to his own space.

We all have full stomachs and are a little tipsy from the wine. A bubble of warm happiness surrounds me. I’ve practically forgotten about the ghosts. This is what Blake meant about us being together keeping the darkness away. I picture the three men without me here, the cold, separate lives they’d be living, and understand the need for me to be here.

Blake also makes his excuses and takes himself off to bed, kissing me on the forehead as he goes, and leaving me alone with Levi.

“I want you to stay with me tonight,” Levi says. “I want you in my bed.”

“You do?”

“I have another gift for you.”

“Is it going to be your dick?” I tease him.

“You know me too well.”

I bite my lower lip and allow him to take my hand and pull me through the hotel until we reach his bedroom. He drags me through the door, already kissing me and pulling at my clothes. He hasn’t bothered to put on the light, but I don’t care. I’m fully occupied by the feel of his rock-hard body against mine, his hands on my skin, his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth.

His hand finds my breast, palming my nipple and tweaking it hard. The motion sends sparks of pleasure straight to my core, and I moan into his mouth.

“Is your needy little pussy wet for me yet?”

“I’m always wet for you.”

Sex with Levi is utter filth, and I love it.