hear.”
Willow’s attention returned to Bruce. She looked up at him expectantly. Butterflies erupted in her tummy. Kane’s tone promised good news.
“I haven’t been myself since I met you,” Bruce murmured. “I haven’t wanted to be with anyone but you, so I quit seeing other women. I haven’t been with a faery woman either. I just have no interest when she isn’t you.” He turned a sheepish smile on Kane. “Well, except you and Kane together.”
“So you want to keep seeing me? Us?” Willow asked.
“Yeah. I want to see a lot more of you two.”
Kane walked up beside them. “Me too. I’m new at this kind of relationship, this three person thing. I’m especially not completely comfortable with some of my reactions to Bruce, but there’s something here we need to explore.”
For all the confessions her men were giving, they were tiptoeing around the full picture. She could feel it. And for once, she no longer wanted to sit in the dark and close her eyes to the feelings she was having. If Kane meant it, then she had nothing to fear. She’d already told Bruce she didn’t want him to leave. That was half the battle.
The rest of it appeared like it was up to her to say. Bolstered by the fact that both men were here and trying to spout out feelings, Willow took a fortifying breath. If she was wrong, she’d lick her wounds later and pray the pain ended quickly.
“Bruce, don’t go back to faery. Just because the case is over doesn’t mean we have to be. I don’t want to lose you. Kane, you can be a domineering asshole, but I can’t get enough of you. You,” she fought the urge to cover up her feelings.
If for once in her life she’d say it like it was, before she lost the words to her pride.
“You challenge me. I’m not good at saying how I feel, or admitting it to myself. If I never say it, then I never have to know when I’ve lost it.”
Kane dragged his thumb along her lower lip. “You’re afraid of giving up control to something as unpredictable as emotion.”
“Yes,” she said, grateful that he’d explained it better than she could have. “If I let the way I feel take over, and you two didn’t return it…”
“You have to trust that we’ll be here to catch you,” Kane said.
“And that we feel as strongly about you as you do about us. We’d be giving up control too,” Bruce added.
“No, it not that,” she was frustrated with herself.
Even now, in the guise of saying what she meant, she still protected her heart. Peace washed over her. That was it. Her heart, not control. Control was a technical word that shielded the truth. Her heart was what she feared. She looked at her men, hoping they’d see and understand how difficult this was for her. Maybe then, they’d all cut through the crap and actually have a place to begin.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she admitted. Her ears rang and her face heated as the words finally came out. “With both of you, and the idea of letting either of you go, hurts. Do we have a chance to see where this thing will go? Do either of you think you could be in a relationship with three people?”
“You know I can,” Bruce assured her. “You’re sexy. Kane’s hot. I’d do you both.”
Willow swatted his chest. “Bruce, I’m serious.”
He caught her hand. “I really haven’t been with anyone else. You of all people know how unusual that is for my kind. I love you. I would have told you sooner if I thought you’d give me half a chance to stay with you. Considering how you feel about most faeries, I didn’t think you would.”
Willow smiled through renewed tears. Had it really been this easy the whole time? All she’d needed to do was tell him? “What about you, Kane? A threesome means Bruce will always be a part of us. Would you accept that?”
“I admit it’s not easy getting over some of the things I’ve always believed about myself. One of those being, I don’t dig dudes.” He narrowed his eyes
Willow’s attention returned to Bruce. She looked up at him expectantly. Butterflies erupted in her tummy. Kane’s tone promised good news.
“I haven’t been myself since I met you,” Bruce murmured. “I haven’t wanted to be with anyone but you, so I quit seeing other women. I haven’t been with a faery woman either. I just have no interest when she isn’t you.” He turned a sheepish smile on Kane. “Well, except you and Kane together.”
“So you want to keep seeing me? Us?” Willow asked.
“Yeah. I want to see a lot more of you two.”
Kane walked up beside them. “Me too. I’m new at this kind of relationship, this three person thing. I’m especially not completely comfortable with some of my reactions to Bruce, but there’s something here we need to explore.”
For all the confessions her men were giving, they were tiptoeing around the full picture. She could feel it. And for once, she no longer wanted to sit in the dark and close her eyes to the feelings she was having. If Kane meant it, then she had nothing to fear. She’d already told Bruce she didn’t want him to leave. That was half the battle.
The rest of it appeared like it was up to her to say. Bolstered by the fact that both men were here and trying to spout out feelings, Willow took a fortifying breath. If she was wrong, she’d lick her wounds later and pray the pain ended quickly.
“Bruce, don’t go back to faery. Just because the case is over doesn’t mean we have to be. I don’t want to lose you. Kane, you can be a domineering asshole, but I can’t get enough of you. You,” she fought the urge to cover up her feelings.
If for once in her life she’d say it like it was, before she lost the words to her pride.
“You challenge me. I’m not good at saying how I feel, or admitting it to myself. If I never say it, then I never have to know when I’ve lost it.”
Kane dragged his thumb along her lower lip. “You’re afraid of giving up control to something as unpredictable as emotion.”
“Yes,” she said, grateful that he’d explained it better than she could have. “If I let the way I feel take over, and you two didn’t return it…”
“You have to trust that we’ll be here to catch you,” Kane said.
“And that we feel as strongly about you as you do about us. We’d be giving up control too,” Bruce added.
“No, it not that,” she was frustrated with herself.
Even now, in the guise of saying what she meant, she still protected her heart. Peace washed over her. That was it. Her heart, not control. Control was a technical word that shielded the truth. Her heart was what she feared. She looked at her men, hoping they’d see and understand how difficult this was for her. Maybe then, they’d all cut through the crap and actually have a place to begin.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she admitted. Her ears rang and her face heated as the words finally came out. “With both of you, and the idea of letting either of you go, hurts. Do we have a chance to see where this thing will go? Do either of you think you could be in a relationship with three people?”
“You know I can,” Bruce assured her. “You’re sexy. Kane’s hot. I’d do you both.”
Willow swatted his chest. “Bruce, I’m serious.”
He caught her hand. “I really haven’t been with anyone else. You of all people know how unusual that is for my kind. I love you. I would have told you sooner if I thought you’d give me half a chance to stay with you. Considering how you feel about most faeries, I didn’t think you would.”
Willow smiled through renewed tears. Had it really been this easy the whole time? All she’d needed to do was tell him? “What about you, Kane? A threesome means Bruce will always be a part of us. Would you accept that?”
“I admit it’s not easy getting over some of the things I’ve always believed about myself. One of those being, I don’t dig dudes.” He narrowed his eyes
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