“Suggested what?” I asked.
Maddox grabbed my right hand. “That you don’t need to choose.”
“Wait.” There was a loud ringing in my ears. “I… don’t understand.”
Both men stepped close enough that I felt the heat of their bodies. They then placed my hands on each of their chests—over their hearts.
“Neither of us can let you go,” Maddox said, his big hand curling around my wrist.
“So we decided not to,” Briar added, softly kissing my fingertips.
I had to be misunderstanding. They couldn’t seriously be suggesting what I thought they were.
“He’s speechless.” Maddox looked at Briar. “You broke him.”
“Ibroke him?” Briar threaded his fingers with mine and tossed him a smile. “You’re the one he compared to a sword. I’m the beautiful flower, remember?”
“A flower, my ass. Unless it’s the thorn on the stem of a rose, you prickly bastard.”
“Um. Guys?” I gently pulled from their hold. “I’m oblivious as fuck sometimes, and I overthink everything. Are you suggesting I be with both of you? Like as a couple? Wait, throuple? I don’t know the right label.”
“We’re not suggesting anything.” Maddox snatched my hand back and gave me an expression that implied how dare I pull away in the first place. “We love you, and you feel the same for us. That’s all there is to it. What we call it doesn’t matter.”
Hope built in my chest. “But won’t you be upset having to share me?”
“Not at all.” Briar’s smile softened. “I quite enjoy the sight of him touching you.”
Maddox smirked at him. “There may be times when I touch you too.”
Oh my fuck, that’s so hot.
A little whimper crawled up my throat. “I’m one hundred percent okay with that.”
“I’m pleased you think so.” Maddox drew me closer to his muscled body. “But know that you’re the one my hands crave to touch the most.” He skimmed his lips along my jaw, giving me shivers. “And who I yearn to kiss.”
Briar dipped his face to my neck. “The one we adore.”
The ball of emotion in my throat tingled—a tingle I also felt behind my eyes. “So, this is real? I can really have you both? I’m not dreaming?”
“It’s not a dream, love,” Briar said, locking his arms around my waist. He placed one hand on Maddox’s forearm, holding him too.
“I…” My heart banged against my ribs. My breaths quickened. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.” Briar kissed my earlobe.
“To what?”
“Such a silly, clumsy, oblivious muffin.” Maddox glided his fingers down my neck, his deep blue eyes like an ocean I wanted to dive into, get in lost in. A smile shone in them. Something tender did too. “Let me phrase it in a way you’ll understand. We are yours, Evan, in body and in heart. Will you be ours?”
“Yes.” Heat sparked in my veins as I felt both of them against me.
My men.
No relationship was the same. The only rules we needed to follow were the ones we set between us, not what society dictated—the one in Bremloc or the one from my old world. We would eventually need to work out all those details, but communication was key. Being open and honest with each other was the most important thing.
“This is cause for some celebratory dessert.” With a smile still in place, Briar stepped over to the wood-burning oven and used a mitt to pull out some type of bread. The cause of the delicious baking smell.
“Is that blueberry?” I asked, sniffing the air. I inched closer.
