Page 220 of Mountain Men Heroes

“I loved it,” he said simply.

My smile grew. I twisted my head to include Dyson in my happiness. I reached out and grabbed his hand. “And the three of us…”

Uncertainty flitted across Dyson’s face and he darted a glance at Eeli.

Nervous flutters filled my belly. Maybe they hadn’t felt the same way I had. “It felt…the three of us just now, I mean…it, well, it didn’t feel wrong to me.” My voice rose with the last few words, making them more question than a statement.

I skittered my gaze back and forth between the two of them, terrified the feelings I’d just experienced were just me.

Eeli gave me a gentle shake. “No, baby, it didn’t feel wrong.”

I turned to Dyson. He reached out and pushed my heavy hair back from my face, sending it spilling over my shoulder. “It didn’t feel wrong. Just the opposite.”

Relief poured through me and I collapsed onto Eeli’s chest. His arms got tighter as he cuddled me close, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I peeked out at Dyson and extended an arm to loop across his waist, pulling him into the huddle.

“Do you guys know of any others who, you know, have such an unorthodox arrangement?”

Dyson shook his head and I could feel Eeli’s voice rumble through him as he answered me. “No, baby.”

I snuggled further into Eeli, my arm tightening around Dyson, as the stress of the last few days and my long evening started to catch up with me. My last thought before I allowed the comfort, safety, and warmth of being held in Dyson and Eeli’s arms to seep into me and lull me into sleep—I could live with loving these two men.

Eeli

Clara became heavier in my arms as she drifted off, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she found sleep. I know for a fact given half a second longer both Dyson and I would have claimed every inch of her body, but I could tell today’s events were catching up.

I stared down at her. Nothing had ever felt as good as having her weight pressed against me, her scent filling my head and my lungs. I slid my nose along her temple, inhaling, taking her even deeper inside me. She burrowed even closer to me without waking.

“Fuck me.” Dyson’s clipped words popped the little bubble I’d been in for the last few minutes as I enjoyed every moment of having my soulmate in my arms.

I slid my eyes to him. He sat sideways, one arm draped over Clara's waist, completing our odd little circle. He stared at her face, half-hidden by her heavy fall of hair as if his life depended on it.

Judging by the words he just uttered, I don’t think I’d be far off in saying he did feel like his life depended on it. I knew I did. After holding her in my arms for just this little while, the thought she could be taken away from me shot a white-hot spike of pain through my gut.

As she’d spoken before she drifted off, talking about how natural it felt to be here with both of us, I’d let myself hope. But as I held her, fear crept back in. How the hell would we make this work? I raked my gaze over her face and knew we had to find a way. After having this, whatever this was, for barely minutes, I couldn’t imagine living without it ever again.

I shot another look at Dyson. The way his eyes drank her in, I’d have to say he felt the same way. God, why could nothing in our lives ever be easy?

As if feeling my gaze, Dyson tore his eyes from Clara’s face to look at me. I could see the same twist of emotions in his expression as I felt coiling through me.

“What are you—we—going to do?” I asked.

Dyson’s jaw hardened. “I have no fucking idea.”

He pulled his arm from Clara to run a hand over his face in frustration. But almost instantly he returned his hand to her back as if he couldn’t stand not having the physical connection with her.

I couldn’t help my wry grin. I didn’t know how to react to my feelings about Clara. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to wallowing in the feeling of finally finding my soulmate and getting to hold her in my arms. I couldn’t in my wildest dreams have imagined that the one person who made me feel whole again was one of my best friend’s sisters. Or that my other best friend would feel the same as I do. Add the odd connection between Dyson and I, and the whole thing had disaster written all over it.

But at least I wasn’t in this cluster fuck alone. I shook my head. “I don’t think we’re going to get any of this figured out tonight. Why don’t we get her into bed? We can talk tomorrow.”

As soon as I mentioned getting her into bed, Dyson’s eyes dropped to her face once more. His nostrils flared and a muscle worked in his jaw as he fought for control. “She sleeps in our bed, with us.”

I nodded. I hadn’t planned on anything different. Though I can’t say I looked forward to explaining to Clara why Dyson and I had been sharing a bed.

Definitely a disaster. I stood, sliding one arm under Clara’s ass, my other going around her back.

As trustingly as a child, Clara hitched her legs around my waist, her arms tightening around my neck as I moved toward the bedroom with her.

Her full breasts pushed against my chest and her soft curves filled my arms in a way that made my mouth go dry and, although it seemed impossible, my dick got harder.