So? Who's gonna be the lucky one tonight?

So? Who's gonna be the lucky one tonight?
Amara’s POV

The tension in the air was electric.

Three sets of eyes on me. Three different kinds of want, all pressing in, waiting for me to make the next move.

Jaxon still had me flush against him, his fingers skimming my waist in lazy, teasing circles. His smirk deepened when I shivered under his touch. “What’s wrong, princess?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over my ear. “Feeling a little overwhelmed?”

I shot him a glare, even as my pulse betrayed me. “You wish.”

Ryder chuckled darkly. “Oh, she’s getting feisty now.” He moved closer, his fingers trailing along my other arm, featherlight, but enough to make my breath catch. “Should we push her a little more?”

Caden sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was holding back from snapping at both of them. But instead of pulling me away, he simply stepped forward, his hand landing firmly on my hip. Not rough, not teasing—just there.

Steady. Certain.

“I think,” Caden said, his voice calm but firm, “we should let her decide.”

The weight of his words settled over all of us.

Ryder arched a brow, his smirk never faltering. “And what do you want, sweetheart?”

Jaxon’s fingers tightened ever so slightly. “Yeah, princess. Tell us.”

Caden didn’t say anything, but his thumb brushed against my hip, grounding me.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding.

I looked at Jaxon—mischievous, always pushing boundaries. I looked at Ryder—wild, daring, completely unfiltered. Then Caden—steady, controlled, but holding back something undeniable.

My lips parted, but I hesitated.

Not because I didn’t know what I wanted.

But because admitting it meant everything would change.

Jaxon’s smirk softened, just slightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Ryder nudged my chin up with a single finger, his green eyes glinting. “So? Who’s gonna be the lucky one tonight?”

Caden’s fingers curled into my waist, but his voice was steady. “You don’t have to choose, Amara.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t want to choose.”

Silence.

Then—

Jaxon chuckled. “Damn. I love this girl.”

Ryder let out a low, approving hum. “Now that,” he said, brushing his lips over my jaw, “is the best thing I’ve heard all night.”

Caden’s grip on me didn’t loosen. If anything, he pulled me even closer, his golden eyes locked onto mine. “Then don’t run from this,” he murmured.

I exhaled, sinking into them, into this moment.

Because the truth was—I wasn’t going anywhere.

The moment stretched between us, thick with heat, tension, and something deeper—something I wasn’t ready to name yet.

Jaxon’s hands skimmed my waist, teasing but possessive. Ryder’s lips hovered near my jaw, waiting, daring me to lean in. Caden’s golden eyes burned into mine, his grip steady, grounding me in the middle of this storm.

I wasn’t sure who moved first.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe it was all of them.

But suddenly, I was caught in all three of them at once.

Jaxon was the first to break the silence, his smirk widening as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing my ear. “So, princess,” he drawled, his fingers trailing lower, stopping just above the curve of my hip. “You said you don’t want to choose.”

I shivered, my breath catching. “I meant it.”

Ryder’s deep chuckle sent a thrill through me. “Then I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart.”

Caden didn’t say anything. Instead, his fingers tilted my chin, forcing my gaze to his. Unlike the others, he didn’t tease. He didn’t smirk. He just looked at me, as if silently asking—are you sure?

I swallowed, then nodded.

And that was all it took.

Caden kissed me first. Slow, deep, deliberate—like he was memorizing every inch of me. I melted into him, my hands curling into his shirt as his lips moved against mine, coaxing, claiming.

But before I could lose myself completely, I felt a second set of hands—Ryder’s—slide around my waist from behind.

His lips brushed my bare shoulder, sending a shiver through me. “We’re sharing, aren’t we?” he murmured against my skin.

Caden pulled back just slightly, his golden eyes dark. “For now.”

Jaxon let out a mock groan. “Damn, I thought I was next.”

I barely had time to laugh before Jaxon spun me toward him, stealing a kiss of his own—hotter, teasing, completely different from Caden’s. His fingers tangled in my hair, his smirk pressing against my lips.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Ryder turned my face to his, stealing a kiss of his own.

I was dizzy. Breathless. Completely ruined.

And the worst part?

I loved it.

I barely had time to breathe before Ryder deepened the kiss, his fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer. His lips were rougher, more demanding than Caden’s and more possessive than Jaxon’s.

I gasped against his mouth, and he took it, his tongue sweeping in, stealing every ounce of control I thought I had.

Jaxon’s amused chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Damn, Ryder. Save some for the rest of us.”

Ryder didn’t budge. His grip tightened as his teeth nipped my lower lip before he finally pulled away, his green eyes dark with something unrestrained. “I don’t share easily,” he murmured.

Caden huffed. “None of us do.”

I was still catching my breath when Jaxon decided to remind me why he was just as dangerous.

Before I could steady myself, he grabbed my wrist and spun me back toward him, his touch smoother—more calculated—but just as deadly.

“You love this, don’t you, princess?” he whispered, his lips brushing over mine. “Being the center of our attention.”

I couldn’t answer because Jaxon took my mouth in a slow, teasing kiss that was entirely his own. His fingers traced my spine, barely there, but enough to send a wave of heat crashing through me.

It wasn’t fair.

None of this was fair.

I was drowning in them, lost between the roughness of Ryder, the intensity of Caden, and the effortless seduction of Jaxon.

And the worst part?

I didn’t want to be saved.

When Jaxon finally let me go, my knees were weak.

Caden was watching me, his golden eyes unreadable. But instead of another kiss, he reached forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you okay?”

I exhaled shakily. “I… I don’t know.”

Ryder smirked. “Oh, you know, sweetheart.”

Jaxon grinned. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

Caden’s fingers brushed mine—gentle, grounding. “Take your time, Amara.”

I looked between the three of them—three different kinds of chaos, all wrapped up in the same irresistible package.

And I knew.

I was never getting out of this alive.