Page 22 of Getting Off

And he loved her. He’d said it. She’d heard it with her own ears.

She swallowed, the lump in her throat making it hard to talk.

I love you . Those words were bright as neon in her brain.

She wanted to say them back. Being away from them had been hell, and she’d hated every second of it.

But she’d needed this. The gesture from Lucas.

She’d needed him to show he understood how he’d hurt her, even though she knew he’d had the best intentions.

But it seemed tonight wasn’t her night to talk, because Dylan moved up beside her and boldly slipped an arm around her waist. He flashed that mischievous grin at her as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“I love you, Doctor Beautiful. I’m dirty. I’m dumb. And I have a large dick. But I love you more than anything.”

She burst out laughing and turned to him, not believing what he’d just said. “Was that third part of the list supposed to be a negative?”

Dylan was grinning from ear to ear now. He gave a nonchalant shrug. “I thought I’d throw it in there. To tempt you back.”

“Dylan,” Lucas said, frowning. “You ruined the damn moment.”

She put a hand on Lucas’s chest. “No. He didn’t. He made me smile. That’s one of the ways he shows he loves me. And you.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Lucas Fox. You’re a bastard who doesn’t listen closely enough…but I love you. Do you hear me? I love you.”

She saw the joy light up in Lucas’s eyes.

Her heart was beating fast, and she felt as excited—no, more excited—than she’d felt when she’d been racing around in the truck.

When both of these amazing men told her they loved her, it was the best thing ever.

Better than the scorching-hot sex they rocked her world with.

She was so overwhelmed with the power of her emotions, her love and affection for them, that she thought she might start crying.

And if she ruined her makeup before having to give an acceptance speech, there was going to be hell to pay.

But Lucas didn’t give her a chance to break down in sobs.

He moved in, slipped his arms around her waist, and drew her against him.

She tilted her head up to him, her lips parting, her heart pounding away faster than ever.

He leaned in and captured her lips with his.

He kissed her soundly. The kiss started off as tender, gentle, but as his passion swelled, he deepened the kiss until she could feel the depth of his desire, his love, in the press of his lips against hers.

It was wonderful.

He left her breathless. She knew people were staring and she didn’t give a damn.

She wasn’t going to give a damn about anything but these men and her own happiness anymore.

Well, that and her patients. But Dr. Gibson could go soak his head because she would off-road if she wanted.

She would love two men if she wanted. She would be awkward at fundraisers if she wanted. She would curse on video if she wanted.

She was a talented physician with a bright future ahead of her. She was going to help people and save lives. She was going to be happy, and these two men would help her do it. In turn, she would make them happy. That was all anyone could ask for in life, wasn’t it? A chance to find real happiness.

And tonight, she realized that she’d found it.

Brooklyn knew her brother would’ve approved, and that, more than anything, told her this was right.

Dylan moved in for his own kiss. Kissing him was always different from Lucas but no less thrilling.

He didn’t start off tender. No, he claimed her lips like he was conquering a race and claiming victory.

And yes, she could feel that big dick he’d been bragging about, hard and pressing against her stomach as he embraced her tightly.

It sent a thrill of desire rushing through her body.

These two men were going to get so lucky tonight when she got them home…

Dylan finally drew back, smiling down at her with love in his eyes. “Crashing my truck was the best thing that ever happened to me.” He frowned. “Did I already say that? Got a feeling I did. Must be amnesia.”

She laughed and smacked him on the arm. One thing was for sure, both of these men were going to be a pain in her ass.

She loved them anyway.

Brooklyn smoothed her dress, trying to settle herself down again. “Do I still look okay? I have to give a speech. Did my lipstick get messed up?”

“You look stunning as always,” Lucas assured her. “And you’ll be brilliant on stage. I know it.”

She glanced around at the crowd. There were people who were watching them. They must’ve seen her huge PDA kissing of not one but two men. One of them once the most eligible bachelor in Las Vegas. She resisted the urge to hide behind the buffet table and drink all the champagne.

Lucas was watching her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She tried to calm herself. “Those kisses… They were wonderful…”

“But people were gawking?” Dylan said loudly, making a show of glaring around at the busybodies.

She couldn’t help but laugh. He was such a clown.

Lucas put a hand on her shoulder, meeting her eyes. “If you’re worried about my inability to keep my hands and my lips off you and what people at the hospital will say, don’t be.”

“Why not?”

He gave an arrogant shrug with an arrogant smirk. “If there’s a problem, I’ll buy the hospital.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Buy the hospital? You don’t learn quickly, do you?”

“I love you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. If you don’t want me to buy this hospital, then you’d better help me build a new one of our own.”

Brooklyn shook her head. She wasn’t going to go near touching that craziness tonight.

She supposed she would have to learn to live with the protective urges of her two men.

But there were far worse things than having two men who loved you so much they wanted to defend you and make you happy. Far worse things.

“Oh, one last thing,” Lucas said to her, his expression and his voice turning serious. He reached out and gently touched her cheek in an infinitely tender gesture. “We’re going to dedicate the new trauma center to your brother. We’re naming it after Colin Foster. If that’s okay with you…?”

Now she did begin to cry, mascara be damned. She couldn’t help it. She threw herself into their arms, hugging them so tightly, loving them so hard. Of course it was okay with her. It was the most wonderful, touching gesture in the world.

Dylan and Lucas held her. No one said a word. It was enough to know that the three of them understood each other, loved each other, and love was more than enough. With their love, she could face whatever life threw her way.

With their love, nothing could ever drive them apart. She was alive. She was in love. And she was happy.