Yours Forever (Reign 3)

“Ten four, good buddy,” Cal said, and hung up.

Cal looked over at me just as I got my seatbelt on.

“Don’t look so victorious,” I said.

He reached over and ran his thumb along my bottom lip, then tasted it. “Sorry, just feeling on top of the world right now. That happens when you come in and rock it, Kitten.”

Normally, Cal’s confident casualness made me feel better. This time, I was on the brink of a tough conversation while heading into a warzone. Cal was on one side, Jack was on the other, and I stood dead center, a pile of grenades surrounding me.

This was bad.

My emotions, anger, and love for them had just stuck me in a spot I didn’t know how to get out of.

“It’s alright,” Cal said with gentleness. “You’ll like the cabin.”

That’s what I was afraid of. That and being in this mystery cabin with two men I’d recently slept with.

With a final look at me, Cal started the truck, and turned back toward the highway, speeding to an unknown destination in the night.

Chapter 11

After a long drive, we made it to a single road covered in snow that led us through acres of trees until, finally, a small house came into view.

A black Jeep was parked out front.

“Looks like Jack beat us here,” Cal said. I’d never seen Jack drive a Jeep, but it made sense he’d need that kind of car with the snow and terrain

around here.

After helping me out of the truck, Cal opened the front door, and I walked in. The warmth and smell of trees was strong and welcoming. More welcoming than the dark eyes staring me down from the living room. I glanced away from Jack and his questioning stare and tried to focus on the place.

The cabin was beautiful. Secluded deep in the mountains of the Rockies, it was cozy with wood furniture and red accents. The snow lightly falling outside like pieces of fluffy cotton was picturesque. Or it could have been if I wasn’t standing between two hulking men glaring each other down.

Three large bags lay by the front door, where Jack had clearly dropped them.

“Whose place is this?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

“Ours,” Cal answered, and lifted his chin at Jack. “Bought it together several years ago. Nice escape.”

“You’ll be safe,” Jack said, his dark eyes zeroing in on Cal, but he was talking to me.

“What about your jobs?” I asked, glancing between them. I hadn’t wanted to pry, but this set up, far out as we were, seemed like a lot of time to take out of their lives.

“I own my company,” Jack said simply. Aka, he could do whatever he wanted. Should have known.

Cal just smiled and tossed an arm around my shoulders. “Vacation time is saved up. Decided I better start using some of it.”

Jack eyed Cal’s arm like it was a snake around me. I couldn’t take the tension. Between the two of them, it was suffocating. Life was spiraling, yet for the first time, the confusion wasn’t daunting. Being with Jack and Cal and coming to some kind of conclusion had helped. Sure, having sex with both of them was what put me in the situation, but it was something that needed working out. I was just happy the emptiness and loss were starting to ebb, even in the smallest amount.

Doing what I have to do to get through this…

I stepped away from Cal, but made sure to stay in neutral territory and not lean toward Jack either.

“Clearly, we need to address what’s going on and what has happened,” I said.

Jack looked at me. “I think that’s a great idea. Let’s start with what happened the other night in my bedroom.” His voice was smooth and clear and held that hint of confidence that was Jack Powell through and through. Just the way he reigned his calm control over every syllable made me jolt with lust.

Getting lost in him was easy. So damn easy, and giving myself over to whatever he wanted was even easier. Something I needed to fight, because with the emotions rising, the emotions he brought out in me couldn’t have a voice. I needed to figure out me.