Full Mountie
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She smirks again. We’re smirk twins today.
But there’s something else I recognize in her expression. She’s fearless.
And for the first time in nearly a decade, I’m flooded with fear. I recognize that epic feeling of righteousness in her, and I want some of it back.
“You can’t come up,” she says confidently. “I don’t entertain assholes.”
“Entertain.” I snort. “Is that what you call it when you have guys over to fuck?”
“I…” Only Sasha could turn a stumble over lewdness into an elegant pause. “Yes.”
“Well I wasn’t offering to bang you, but if you manage not to call me an asshole again, I’d be open to—”
“Tate.” She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and does a quick glance around before continuing. “What the hell is going on?”
Two more things I like about Sasha Brewster.
No matter how much she doesn’t like me, she does a quick check for curious onlookers, paparazzi, and recording devices before laying into me.
And secondly, her eyes lit up, just for a second, at the idea of fucking me.
I shrug. Then I take a deep breath and spill what’s not going to be a secret for much longer. “I was traded an hour ago to the Vancouver Lumberjacks.”
Her eyes go wide, then she does another quick surroundings check. Then she grabs my hand and starts walking.
She doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.
It doesn’t take long to get to a nice walk-up apartment, and we head upstairs.
I’m just enough of a pervert to hope this means I might get my dick wet. And enough of a realist to know she’s taking serious pity on me.
A pity fuck…Jesus, I haven’t had one of those since…ever.
That would be new and interesting.
No. Not where my head should be.
And it’s not where she’s going with this spontaneous coffee talk in her apartment, either. She opens the door and plunks herself into an armchair not really big enough for two.
Shame. I don’t see a point in having furniture that’s not big enough to get freaky on.
I take the couch.
“The Lumberjacks?” Her brain is clearly spinning. “That’s Jack Benton’s team. Did you know this was coming at the wedding?”
I shake my head. “No clue. And he’s in the processing of selling the team. This decision was made quite recently, too. It’s a long, complicated, stupid story.”
About how I chose money over stability, and waived my no-trade clause because I thought I was safe.
There’s a big lesson there, but I’m not feeling it yet.
“When do you go?”
“Soon. I need to find a place to stay, because I won’t like whatever hotel the team has arranged. I have aless than a month before training starts, but I want to find a house.”
“Do you need help with that? Maybe you could stay at Gavin’s place.” She snaps her fingers together. “No, you’ll want to be closer to the arena, right?”
“Sasha.”
“Of course, you won’t want to buy right away, so maybe we can find you a sublet.”
“Sasha.”
“And—”
“Hey, Hot Stuff, settle down for a second. I don’t need you to play real estate agent for me, but I appreciate the offer of help.”
Her lips pull together in a surprised O.
I give her a weak smile. “What I really needed was someone to hear it from me first. To say it out loud. I’m being traded. Now that I’ve done that, I can move forward. It’ll be fine.”
She nods weakly. “Right.”
We sit in silence for a bit. Then I give her a half-smile. “Sorry for calling you Hot Stuff.”
“It’s better than calling me a bitch.”
Ah, so she hadn’t missed that. “I stopped myself.”
“It was in your head, though.”
“Not really. No, seriously, I don’t think you’re…Jesus, Sasha, I promise you I don’t think you’re a bitch, not in a bad way. I think you’re made of steel and you fucking turn me on like crazy when you pop your claws out.”
Her eyes are huge now, and I do a quick mental replay of what I just said. Aw, shit.
“Ignore me,” I say after clearing my throat. “I tend to just say shit like that.”
“One night.”
“Pardon?”
She looks outside, then back at me. “One afternoon.”
“I don’t follow.” Except I think I do, and I think I’m in, but Sasha moves faster than I do.
“Never mind.”
“You’re talking about sex? I’m in.”
She holds up her index finger. “I want it officially noted that I still don’t like you.”
“Noted.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
I grin. “Hot Stuff, I’m more than okay with that. If you want to tell me that you hate me while I’m balls deep inside you, you’ll feel just how much I don’t mind that kind of smack talk.”
“This is a terrible idea,” she whispers.
I stand up and peel off my t-shirt.
She nods, a wobbly, disbelieving, am-I-really-doing-this-with-him head bob. Then she points to the bedroom.
One afternoon.
Then I’m moving across the country.
What could go wrong?
Thank you so much for reading Full Mountie! There are two epilogues for Beth and her men, so keep reading for those—they start on the next page!
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Epilogue 1
Beth
Two years later
It’s been almost exactly a year since I last walked out of Centre Block as an employee. And I’ll be back soon.
But today, I’m sporting a visitor’s badge, and because the security guards think my daughters are cute, they hung two badges on my double stroller, too.
“Ready to go visit Daddy?” I ask, but the rice crackers I gave them for the walk are still occupying their primary attention.
That’ll change when we get to Lachlan’s office.
I check my phone to see if Hugh has arrived, but there’s no text yet. Right around the time the girls were born, he transferred off the PM’s detail and now works on financial crimes out of RCMP HQ. It’s a straight Monday to Friday job, with little overtime. Perfect for a new father, even if he gets to share that load with another dad.
Today we’re going to sit in the House of Commons gallery and watch the PM introduce a bill legalizing polyamorous marriages.
I don’t know if it will pass. I hope it does. I’d love to have a civil recognition of the fact that I’ve married two men. But the truth is, they’re already my husbands in spirit and practice.
When we get to Lachlan’s office, I park the stroller against the wall and unbuckle the girls.
Megan isn’t walking yet, but she’ll cruise for miles if she can hold on to something. I get her out first and stand her next to the stroller, putting her pudgy little hand on the side. “Here you go, my Meg. Hold on to that.”
Ally waves her hands as I unbuckle her next. She’s our little daredevil, and she’s already taking some unsteady steps. Smaller than her sister, and fairer too, she looks like an innocent angel, too young to climb and tear things apart. I know better, and I make sure she’s holding my hand firmly before I wiggle my fingers for Meg. “Let’s go.”
Before we can knock on Daddy’s door, though, footsteps sound on the staircase from above. Fast ones, running, and that gets the girls’ attention.
“Pah!” cries Meg as Hugh comes into view. “Pah! Pah!”
; He gives us a blinding smile as he reaches us, and after giving me the world’s fastest kiss on the mouth, he drops to his knees and picks up his daughters. “Papa’s here.”
Lachlan must have heard the commotion, because his door swings open and he spots us. “There you are.”
Since Hugh has the girls, Lachlan hugs me.
“We’ve got half an hour or so before it’s time to head to the gallery,” he says, holding me tight as he reaches out so Ally can grab his finger. “Should we go upstairs and say hi to your godfather, girls?”
I don’t recognize the young man sitting at my desk, but he knows me. “Mrs. Ross-Evans! I’m Sanjit. So nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Are you my replacement’s replacement?”
“Only for the lunch hour. I’m an intern here. Mr. Strong told me you’d be arriving, and he said you can go right in.”
“Thank you.” I wink at Lachlan.
“He’s a good kid,” he murmurs under the cover of the girls squealing.
“And so polite!”
He chuckles as I tap on Gavin’s door, then push it open.
He’s on the phone, but he waves us in. Hugh sets the girls down on the couch, standing and holding on to the back. They immediately start bouncing. When Meg stops, Ally stops, then they both laugh and start again. Rinse and repeat.
I look at Hugh, then to Lachlan. We’re all smiling. Like, cheeks-aching, eyes-crinkling, holy-shit-our-kids-are-adorable smiles.
I take a deep breath. Even though the media won’t use our names, we’re going to be made a little public today. And that’s okay.
As the PM has said forcefully in interviews leading up to this moment, love is love. There’s no asterisk on that.
Gavin hangs up the phone and claps his hands together. “How are my favourite almost-one-year-olds?”
He and Ellie have an almost two-year-old at home, a little girl named Chandler, and Ellie recently found out she’s expecting again.
Babies everywhere.
He looks at me. “You ready for this afternoon?”
I take a deep breath and nod. “You bet.”
“I’m going to do my best for you.”
“I know you will.”
“And you’re coming back to work soon, right?”
I laugh. “In three weeks.”
“Thank God.”
It’s a surreal thing, watching your personal life influence a piece of legislation.
After Gavin introduces the bill, there are a lot of speakers for and against. It’s hard to sit there and hear people say that my family is immoral. But others stand up and talk about the benefits of formalizing loving relationships, and that makes my heart swell.
Then an aide leads us to a press room.
I was totally against the girls coming with us, but the press corps agreed not to take any pictures, and Hugh made a persuasive argument for how seeing the three of us interacting with our kids—just like any other family—would show in a single moment, what an entire speech couldn’t convey.
He’s exactly right.
My babies win over the press with a single shared giggle. My handsome husbands help, too.
My life. My family.
Mine.
I’m full of pride as I nod at the communications director. “We’re ready for questions now.”
Epilogue 2
Hugh
When I come downstairs from putting the girls to bed, I find Beth in the kitchen.
“Where’s…” I trail off as she points to the master bedroom.
I cross the hall and push the door open. I find Lachlan on his knees, waiting for us.
Beth follows me in.
“Hands behind your back,” she tells him.
His grin is slow and easy as he obeys.
The position pushes his chest out. His hard nipples, front and centre. I itch to tug on them with my teeth.
She circles him slowly.
Then again, this time, trailing a finger down his cheek to his lips. “Open.”
He moans quietly as his lips close around it.
That moan of his sends ripples low in my belly.
Beth looks over at me. “I want you to fuck him,” she says. “I want to see him take every inch of you.” It’s not a big ask at all. But, the gleam in her eye along with that sultry smile of hers could convince me to go along with pretty much anything she can come up with.
“As you like.”
She presses her hand between Lachlan’s shoulders. “Hands and knees,” she demands.
He leans forward and presents his ass to me.
I lube up and kneel behind him. When was the last time we did this? Months ago? Blow jobs and Beth keep us more than satisfied, but this…this is special.
He groans as he slowly opens for me.
With both my hands on his hips, I press deeper, until I’m all the way in. I hold still, savouring the moment. It’s been so long. I’ve missed him like this more than I care to admit.
I pull partway out and Beth crouches by his ear. “Shall I give you a hand job while Hugh rams your ass?” she asks.
Our wife has a filthy tongue now. It’s crazy fucking hot.
I plunge hard and deep.
“Yes please,” Lachlan groans, nodding enthusiastically.
Beth kneels on the floor next to him and strokes her hand up and down his cock, falling into rhythm with my thrusts.
Lachlan’s hips rock into me. Beth smacks his ass and he stops moving. “Do you want to come,” she asks him.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Then you should probably stay still and let us help you with that. Otherwise, I might tie you up and make you watch while Hugh fucks me, instead.”
Lachlan’s head drops, his breathing ragged.
His submission is always beautiful to me, but never more so than when he gives it to Beth.
I can’t hold on much longer. Lachlan’s so tight, and the whole scene has been the perfect fantasy. I give Beth a nod and she kisses his back as she pumps her hand faster.
“I’m going to come,” Lachlan grinds out.
“Give it to us,” she murmurs against his skin.
I glory in the first few spasms around my cock. Then I pull out, rip off the condom, and shoot over his back.
Each spurt, marking him as ours.
THE END
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Turn the page for some bonus Ross-Evans family photos and more information about other books by Sadie Haller and Ainsley Booth
FOUR PHOTOS THAT HANG ON THE WALL IN THE ROSS-EVANS LIVING ROOM
Beth and the girls, home from the hospital
Lachlan (Daddy) and Hugh (Papa)
Where’s my sister? Meg and Ally out for a stroller walk
Meg and Ally at a preschool picnic
Also by Sadie Haller
Dominant Cord
One Gold Heart
One Gold Knot
One Gold Triquetra
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Tainted Pearl
Tainted Pearl
Tainted Shadow
To connect with Sadie:
@SadieHallersPen
SadieHallerAuthor
www.sadiehaller.com
Also by Ainsley Booth
Forbidden Bodyguards
Hate F*@k
Booty Call
Dirty Love
To connect with Ainsley:
@ainsley_booth
ainsleyboothwrites
www.ainsleybooth.com
Acknowledgements
By the third book in a series, acknowledgements start to feel a bit repetitious. So first of all, thank you again to our partners for being supportive and cooking meals, etc. We love you and appreciate all the patience as we buried our heads in our computers.
We finished this book exactly a year to the day that we started Prime Minister, so we need to also thank Christina Rose again, who inadvertently inspired a series from that planned-standalone novel. For the same reason, we should probably also t
hank Frisky Beavers wine. If you live in Ontario, grab a bottle. It’s delicious!
Jessica Alcazar gave us the #FuckingHugh hashtag after he showed up at the end of Dr. Bad Boy. That hashtag informed more of this book than we expected! We love it, thank you. She also leads the cheerleading in Ainsley’s reader group, where other hashtags for the books came about. #SluttyBeth, #FilthyLachlan, and our favourites, #LachlanInTheMiddle and #LachlanSandwich.
We wrote the first third of this book at the Fun in the Sun Conference. We are blessed to be a part of such an amazing writing community that fosters such events. If you are an aspiring author, look for a regional RWA conference. It’s a wonderful way to get your toes wet. Or drag a friend along and start writing together. Magic can happen!
Until the next book!
~ Ainsley & Sadie
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Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller, 2017