Page 203 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Yes, I do.”

Jenner straightened his shoulders. “And you expect I’ll just step aside? When I love her too?”

“You were willing to not that long ago. You weren’t going to fight for her.”

“That changed.”

“Yeah. Why? And why wouldn’t it change again?”

“It changed when she kissed me.”

He stiffened. Fuck.

“So one kiss and you want her?”

“One kiss and I ran. And then I couldn’t look at her because I felt like the biggest asshole in the world. I thought I was going to ruin her, to hurt her. So I’ve been going to therapy and unraveling my feelings for Immy. I’ve been separating my feelings from the threads of abuse at the hands of my father. I love her. I might not deserve her. And maybe I should step aside. But I know she loves me as well.”

They both stared at each other.

Fuck. Fuck!

He could probably plant seeds of doubt in this man’s mind about Immy’s love. He could keep her for himself. But then what? He went back to New York with Immy?

Was that what she’d want? Would she want to be without her friends here? Without Jenner?

“I’m a bastard. I’m selfish and I always get what I want.”

Jenner blinked at him.

“I want Immy. And I’d do whatever I had to in order to get her.”

Jenner’s face tightened.

“But there’s something else I’ve learned about myself. When you love someone, you fucking put them first.” He didn’t like it, but it was the truth. “Also, I’ve learned that Immy has so much love inside her, it’s ridiculous. She certainly has enough love for two men.”

“What . . . what the hell are you saying?” Jenner asked.

“I’m saying that we share her. That we don’t force her to choose, but we give her what she wants. Both of us.”

Jenner letthe shock of those words hit him.

Share her?

They couldn’t do that, right?

“How would we split up her time? What would that look like?” Jenner asked.

“I don’t know the ins and outs of it, man. Just know that she wants us both.”

Jenner thought about it . . . about what sharing her might look like. At the Camp, some of the men had multiple wives, including the Deity.

God, he hadn’t thought of those poor women in a while.

They’d looked so lifeless. So beaten down. He didn’t know what the fuck that bastard had done to them, he just hoped they’d gone on to a better life.

He knew that wasn’t a good representation of a relationship like that. What would it even be called? Polyamorous? Menage?

He let himself think about what it would be like if he was in a relationship with Immy . . . and with Tobias.

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