I wanted him that much.
I didn’t care about Caitlyn and Shelby. I forgot about Nash. It was just me and Cord, and the Wyoming mountains spinning and circling us like cameras on a movie shoot.
Cord’s grip on me tightened. He shifted to move his forearm under my ass and boost my legs around his waist.
“All right, Doc.” Nash’s voice, which seemed to come from far away, held a thread of irritation. “I’m cutting in,” he growled.
“Ding-ding-ding,” one of the women said, as if to end this round like it was a boxing match.
Cord broke the kiss, but didn’t let go of me. We stared at each other, panting like we’d finished a marathon. I could have sworn his eyes glowed amber. His face was flushed. There was a wildness to him that I hadn’t seen before, and it made me want to tear off my clothes and let him devour me.
“Mmmm,” Shelby said appreciatively.
“An excellent showing from Contender Number One,” Caitlyn narrated.
“Wow,” I murmured, ignoring the peanut gallery.
No offense to Nash, but I highly doubted he could top that.
Which was good. I’d come with Cord, I should leave with him. I hoped for an easy, clear decision.
I almost told Nash right then—to save him the embarrassment of losing—but Cord shocked me by turning me around to face Nash. He kept his hands on me possessively, but also seemed to be offering me to his rival.
Instead of taking me from Cord, Nash stepped forward, pressing me back and sandwiching me between him and Cord.
“I’ll have some of that,” Nash murmured, the irritation gone from his voice, replaced only by appreciation. Fascination.
He cradled my head in both his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheekbones, and leaned in for his kiss.
Cord didn’t let go. His hands rested lightly on my waist but when Nash claimed my mouth, he stroked them down my hips, one hand moving to massage my ass.
I responded—not sure if it was to Nash’s kiss or Cord’s stroking, or the combination of the two.
My body heated and ached. Nash deepened his kiss and I became the aggressor, slipping my tongue between his lips, demanding more. I loved kissing him just as much as I had Cord—even more now, because Cord was a part of it, stoking my pleasure as Nash gave it to me.
I liked two sets of hands on me.
My brain cells shorted out—I could hardly grasp what I was doing, making out with two men at once!—but my body? My body knew everything, even though I’d never done anything. Every carnal instinct flared to life. I wanted it all. Needed it. Two men desired me, and I wanted them both.
Nash didn’t so much break the kiss as move it. He tipped my head back and dragged his open mouth down the column of my neck until his teeth lightly scored my shoulder.
“Ding-ding-ding,” our referee said softly, like she was also moved by the kiss and hated to stop it.
“Easy, friend,” Cord advised, catching Nash by the hair and lifting his teeth away from my skin. His tone wasn’t aggressive or angry. I would swear it was like the two of them were on the same team now. Team Make-Rachel-Theirs.
Which didn’t make sense.
How could two strangers suddenly agree to share a woman?
Even if one of them was from a town where it was common, it seemed too far-fetched to believe.
Yet it was happening.
Nash rubbed his thumb over the place where he’d nipped my skin. “So what’s the verdict, beautiful?” He didn’t seem worried.
Neither did Cord, who wrapped an arm around my waist and held my body against his. Nash touched me from the front, his hands lightly running over me—down my arms, along my sides. He picked up one of my hands and kissed the inside of my wrist.
I blinked, my mind mush.
Did they expect me to pick both?
Where was that sense of competition they’d had inside the house?
I licked my lips. “It’s a tie.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was husky. Sultry. Complete foreign.
“I knew it!” Shelby declared with glee.
“A win for all three,” Caitlyn agreed, clapping.
Shelby came over to stand at my side. With guys front and back, I turned my head to look at her. “You okay?” she asked.
I nodded.
“You’re new here. Even though they might be amazing kissers and make your eyes all blurry like that,” she pointed at me, “you don’t have to leave with them. You can stay as my guest. I can give you a ride home. You’re in control.”
I appreciated her level headedness when I was anything but.
“She’s right,” Cord murmured.
“You’re in control,” Nash repeated.
What did I want? To go back to my little apartment all alone? Stay with Shelby and Caitlyn? Let Cord and Nash drive me home and then…
I flicked my gaze to Nash. He was watching me closely, those blue eyes intent. Patient.