Again, silence descended over the cabin, but each man squeezed her hand, giving her the faintest ray of hope. There were no accusations, no outbursts. Just … silence.
Until Travis cleared his throat and spoke. “Can’t say I’m disappointed to hear that, if you mean what I think you mean.”
Cam’s eyes left hers and jumped to Travis. “What the hell are you talking about, man?”
Lia watched Cam’s face rather than Travis’s—but it was Travis’s words that gave her hope.
“You’re my best friend, and I can’t believe you think I’d try to snake the girl you’re hung up on, man. I wasn’t fighting you to steal her, but to make you admit you wanted her. Because I want her, too. And I think we’ve all seen that a triad relationship can work just fine.”
Lia’s mouth dropped open. He’d stolen her words. But she didn’t care, because this meant at least one of the two men was thinking exactly the same way she was.
Cam released her hand and bolted to his feet.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You think she wants…” His stare pinned Lia. “Is that what you’re saying? Or are you just saying you don’t know who to choose?”
Lia sank her teeth into her lower lip while she gathered that courage from moments ago. “I’m saying I don’t want to choose, and … for the first time in a long time, I’m saying I want it all. Both of you. Together.”
Unease churned in her stomach as she waited for his response. A dozen emotions flashed across the rugged planes of his face. Oh hell. This wasn’t going to be good at all.
When he’d finally finished processing, his mouth set in a flat line. “This is really what you want?”
Lia held her breath before saying, “Yes.”
Cam nodded. “I need to go. I have watch tonight. I need some time to think, so I know what the hell to say.”
Her heart sank to her stomach … until he did something he’d never done before: he leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers in a swift kiss.
“Don’t freak out, sweetheart. I’ll be back.” The words were whispered against her lips, and then he left.
“That went better than I expected,” Travis laughed.
Lia turned to him, their hands still tangled. “You … you want that too? For the three of us to be…?”
Travis shrugged. “Why not? It obviously works with Graham, Zach, and Ro … and I can’t lie and say I don’t think it’d be hot as fuck to have you between—” His words cut off before he said the last.
Heat flashed through Lia at the same thought she’d had over and over.
“Fuck, I swore I wouldn’t push you or say anything to make you uncomfortable, and I’m already screwing it up. I should go too. Whatever is decided, we need to make the decision together.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of it. “We’ll talk tomorrow and figure this out.”
Lia nodded dumbly as he turned to leave. Her thoughts had already started to retrace what just happened when Travis paused, hand fisted on the wood of the door.
“Fuck it. I can’t leave without kissing you.”
He turned, crossed the small room in a single step, and dropped to his knees in front of her. Lifting his hand to cradle her jaw, Travis said, “Tell me if you have a problem with this.”
“Uhhh … no problem,” Lia stuttered.
“Thank God, because I’ve been thinking about tasting you for so damn long, I can’t wait any longer.”
A small sound escaped from Lia before Travis tilted his head and his mouth found hers—a slow, sweeping brush of lips, then the gentle tug on her bottom lip with his teeth.
“Open for me, baby. I want to taste you.” Travis breathed the words, and Lia obeyed—because in this moment, she couldn’t think of anything more right than tasting him too.
Lia parted her lips, and Travis’s tongue swept inside. Within moments, all her senses were flooded with him. His taste—smooth and masculine. His touch—confident yet comfortable. His scent—clean man and the outdoors. She gripped his shoulder with one hand, leaning into the kiss, wanting more of it—more ofhim.
Travis’s hand slid into her hair, and he kissed her deeper, giving her exactly what she craved. Lia was losing herself in the sensations—eyes closed, heart hammering—when Travis abruptly pulled back.
Not ready for this to be over, Lia tried to draw him back, but his soft smile stopped her.
“I’ve gotta stop now while I can still make myself leave.”
“Oh,” Lia said quietly, blinking up at him.
“But Christ, you’re sweet. We’ll figure this out soon, because there’s no other alternative. I’m not sure how much longer I can go without kissing you again.”
Her lips formed into a small O, and Lia watched him leave, heat and the need formorecoiling in her belly.
Well.That had been unexpected.