Free Embraced By Passion by Diana DeRicci Page B

make no mistake, we care for you.”
    “But you barely know me!” she almost wailed. Were they disillusioned? She didn’t feel like she was in danger, even being outnumbered and overpowered by the two. They’d been nothing but gentle with her in everything.
    “Not true. Your mother always spoke of you, of your exploits, your accomplishments and of your character.” Ja’Rol refused to let her stray far, his caring hands rising to rest on her shoulders. “If we had even a hint that you were the one after knowing your mother for so long, we would have come and found you, but before now, at least one of us three hasn’t been ready. Slone and I discovered we were lacking what we needed within weeks of each other. It took us time to admit that because neither wanted to hurt the other with this wanting for a woman that hasn’t happened to us in all the years we’ve been together. It complicated things that we had no idea who she was, or what she looked like, only that we both needed her.”
    Slone nodded in his agreement. “Everything he says is true.”
    Ja’Rol circled her to stand with Slone in front of her, wrapping an arm around the other man’s waist. “We’re asking again, just give us a chance.” He tilted to look into Slone’s eyes, then told her, “We do know you, and we want to know you even better.”
    “This is insane, you know that?” Was she considering this? A…three-way…relationship? “Wait, you’re talking permanently, aren’t you? This isn’t a weekend fling?” Her mind was slowly unraveling, taking ages to come to grips with this whole situation.
    Slone reached for her hands, and drew them to press flat to his chest. “If you’ll have us.”
    She blinked. Brigit was a knot. She’d take them in a New York minute, but… They really wanted her?
    “With every cell of my being,” Slone whispered into her mind.
    “Come to bed,” Ja’Rol ordered tenderly. “Just let us hold you.”
    “But the room. That’s a waste,” she said. That’s my best objection? Brigit felt like she needed to slap herself to make sure she was even paying attention.
    Slone neared to whisper into her ear. “We own the hotel. I think the room is fine.”
    Brigit gulped. “You own the Golden Era?”
    “How else do you think we got the owner’s suites?” Slone had the nerve to smile with a jaunty arched eyebrow for the first time since she’d come into their room, appearing completely relaxed.
    Her mouth popped open, then shut with a gulped snap.
    Ja’Rol walked toward the bedroom. “Come on, I’m tired and if I couldn’t sleep before, the only way I will now is with the both of you here. So get your butts into bed already,” he tossed in a laughing voice. Then as if to prove it, he yawned, smiling sheepishly.
    “Can’t argue with the voice of reason.” Slone shrugged and sauntered into the bedroom too, in plain view, both giving her space to make up her own mind to join them, or leave. Glancing at the door out of their suite, she could envision her bed, large and empty. Swinging to stare at them, they stood at either side of theirs, waiting. A bed with two caring men who wanted her for her , or a large empty bed and a ceiling?
    Expecting some kind of beckoning remark from at least one of them, she hesitated longer with indecision when neither pushed her. They were giving her every opportunity to make her own choice.
    Ja’Rol faced Slone across the white expanse of their bed and for just an instant, she felt a wave of pain, tearing and brittle, coming from him. Then he dropped his chin, his gaze falling to the bed, as his eyes closed. And something inside of her melted completely. They really wanted her. They believed they needed her. And for the moment, she didn’t have it in her to hurt them more.
    She walked to the foot of the mattress. The gleam in their eyes brightened when it became apparent she’d made her decision. Brigit would make the choice, and have to live with the consequences,