Page 26 of Inconveniently Matched

We always get what we need and want, and we aren’t saints when it comes to fulfilling those desires, either.But somehow, she made us think differently.We could just keep her.But now we’re looking for that one tiny thing that would bind her to us forever.

Then she showed us her hand.And fuck.That little tell had our hearts thundering in our chests while we fought against the immediate hardness bludgeoning our cocks.Only she could make us this weak, this obsessed, and this fucking hard for her all at once.

This was it.If she had any doubt about who she belonged to, she’d never forget again.

Dean gently but firmly removes the pen from her hand.Camden tears up the sheet of paper, and I usher her father out.

“There won’t be any annulment proceedings, Mr.Jensen.Today or ever.Haley is our wife.Until the end of time,” I say as I lead the older man toward the door.

The stunned expressions on their faces mirror each other.Her father tries to twist his body to look at his daughter, but I don’t relax my grip and continue to steer him out.

“But...but this, this is a good thing,” he says, confused.

“Wait.What are you doing?”she cries, unable to get around Dean and Camden blocking her path.

“I was going to sign that document.You would have been free of me forever.Dad, come back,” she calls after her father, but I don’t stall as I usher him out.

Surprisingly, Howard Jensen doesn’t protest.Instead, at the threshold of the door, his intense gaze lands on my face.

“You love her.All three of you love my daughter,” he says softly, shock and wonder lining his voice.

I don’t deny it because it’s the truest fucking thing about us now.There’s nothing else to it.

The older man gives me a firm nod before his face breaks into a smile.

“You better go and explain that to your wife,” he says, still grinning, amidst Haley’s demands for Dean and Camden to get out of her way, or she’s going to resort to violence before taking his leave.

“What is wrong with you three?”she yells.“We could be in the middle of a divorce right now.You’d be free and wouldn’t have to put up with me in your penthouse.All this purple can disappear,” she says, gesturing to our new decor.It’s an eyesore and enough to give me nightmares, but I resist the urge to throw everything out.For her.To prove to her that I’ll endure anything for her.

“And you know what?”she continues.“If you felt duty-bound to honor your great-grandparents, well, you gave it a try.That’s all that matters.You’re off the hook.Now get my father back here.He must have a copy we can sign.”

“No,” I say in my sternest, don’t-you-dare-argue-back voice, the one that gets deals done and opponents quivering in their boots.

“What do you mean, no?I was this close to signing it.Are you three okay?Did you bump heads, and now you’re all stupidly concussed?”

And, of course, my sternest don’t-argue-back voice fails spectacularly on her.

“You hesitated,” Dean says.

“This could be over.We could be going our separate ways by now.We could...what?I didn’t hesitate.”

“You did,” Camden corrects her.

“Fine, I hesitated.But only because I was thinking of all the freedom I was going to have.I really—”

“You.Hesitated,” I tell her again.

“Oh my god.You keep saying I hesitated.What does that even mean?Tell me.”

She’s reached the end of her patience now.Her cheeks are flushed and red, her golden gaze sparkling with anger and confusion.

“You didn’t want to sign those papers, Haley.”

She whips her gaze up to Camden.She’s never seen or heard him this serious before.

“Why?”Camden asks.

“I...well,” she raises her chin.“I didn’t have a firm enough grip on the pen, so I—”

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