Harvests Pride by Brynn Paulin

them, just having them close enough to touch.
    “We hoped that if we waited a few minutes that you’d come after us because you didn’t really want us to leave,” Myan confessed. “When you didn’t… Well, we were just about to go.”
    “Don’t. You. Dare,” she ground out.
    Kaz smiled. “We were waiting.”
    “Hoping,” his brother enjoined.
    She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at them, never so happy in her life. But she wasn’t giving easily. “You knew I’d decide for you, didn’t you?”
    “Kinda,” Myan confessed. He grinned and reached for her. She went willingly, burying her face in his chest.
    “You guys suck,” she grumbled, pushing as close to him as she could humanly get. They sucked, and they were the best men in the world.
    Kaz crowded behind her, sealing her between them and right where she wanted to stay forever. “Such loving words, sweetness.”
    “Hmph,” she snorted. “Don’t ever leave me like that again. I couldn’t take it.”
    “Never,” Myan promised. “We’re connected and unless you change your mind about us—”
    “I won’t,” she interrupted.
    “Unless you change your mind about us,” Kaz continued, “you’re ours. Forever.”
    She bit her lip and let her feeling of joy flow from her and into them. Their minds were open, and she showed them the depth of her feelings and exactly what forever meant to her.
    Kaz growled and lifted her into his arms. “I think we have time before our flight.”
    “They can’t start without you.”
    “ They don’t matter,” Myan said, kicking shut the door. “ You are our future.”
    “He writes all our songs,” Kaz whispered in her ear.
    “He sings in his sleep,” Myan countered.
    Hanna grinned, opening her arms to both of them as Kaz dropped her on the bed. “Sometimes I get rides from strangers and take cross country trips,” she said.
    Both of them growled, their eyes dark with primal possession, “Not anymore.”

 
     
     
     
    Epilogue
     
     
    A Year Later
     
    Kaz’s long hair swung around him as he turned and crouched slightly, his guitar over the juncture of his thighs as he let loose a riff that had the crowd screaming. His bare, tanned chest glistened in the klieg lights as they beat down on Harvest, and the muscles bulged inside his black leather pants . Not to be outdone, Myan stepped to the mic and belted out the wailing bridge of their hit song, Gonna Get What I Want. Dressed similarly to his brother, he drew even more screams as he gyrated into the mic stand.
    The Ruslan brothers were H.O.T. Hot! She’d said it before and she was blessed to think it every day as she spent time at their side and in their arms. If anyone thought anything of her being with two men, they didn’t say a word, and it never occurred to her to worry about it. If people knew the thing that had initially concerned her, they wouldn’t have questioned her being with two men either. It was small in comparison. And it was their secret.
    She pressed her hand to her belly as she watched them perform. She had another secret, too. Kaz and Myan were ecstatic.
    Her sister had given birth to twins last month. Hanna had been shocked to learn that both Costin and Petre has impregnated her—though impregnated seemed rather clinical for the fun they’d had. Myan had assured her it was a cat thing. His and Kaz’s DNA would help it happen for her, too.
    Would it? She hoped, but even so, she knew she’d be a mom in less than a year. Myan and Kaz had already started coddling her.
    They swung off the stage and hustled her to the limo they’d ordered to be waiting for them after their second encore. After they’d climbed in, Myan reached into the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water which he thrust into her hands.
    “Drink up, love,” he told her. “We plan to keep you busy all night.”
    “Oh really?” she asked, thinking that sounded like a wonderful idea.
    “Oh really,” Kaz confirmed. His lips brushed her