All the sadness and grief vanished as he took in her sassy attitude in those tight jeans, knowing he and Mickey were going to have their hearts and their lives back. Also once they had her alone, she would be out of not just the fitted denim hugging long legs and her tight ass, but naked in their bed. Though her mother and brother could suspect, he remained a gentleman enough to prevent confirming the detail so he replied with the only thing he could. “Damn straight I did.”
Felicia turned the lock in the handle then slid the deadbolt across so it latched before slumping against the door. It was good to be home. She glanced at the floor in the hall and noticed the few things she’d had in her car when she left. Obviously, her men had found her car. Of course they had, they knew her better than anyone else did.
She peeled herself from the door and peaked in the office. Gone was her the order she had created and in its place—the usual Brady chaos.
What would it look like if I’d been gone much longer?
A smile tugged her lips and she shook her head. She was physically and emotionally drained right now, but would tackle the books and finding the desk tomorrow.
“You okay, doll?”
She turned to Mickey and smiled. “I am now.” Felicia stepped over to him and placed her hands on his chest. “Don’t ever let me go.”
“Never.” He shook his head and lowered his mouth. The pressure wasn’t anything like the light brushings outside. Instead, he raked his tongue across her lower lip and her pussy twitched. “No. Actually Brady and I want to talk to you about that—about the three of us.”
Her brows dipped. “Now?” Of course, they wanted to have the discussion now. The expression on his face revealed she was right.
His hands circled her waist and pulled her closer to his body. “I promise we’ll make it up to you.” He slid his hands to her ass, cupped the flesh, and hauled her hard against the bulge in his pants. His mouth covered hers in a hot kiss and he rubbed his arousal against her belly. God she wanted to feel his naked body against hers and have him deep inside.
She lifted her head. “Okay, but I get to have coffee while we talk.” She tugged out of his hold, stepped around him and walked into the kitchen.
Brady turned from the coffee pot with a mug in his hand and grinned. She exhaled a relieved breath and took the coffee from his hand. “Thank you.”
“Most welcome.” He leaned in and kissed her softly.
Mickey’s boots scuffed the hardwood and both she and Brady turned to the sexy cowboy. “Brady and I want to make our relationship with you permanent.”
She sipped her coffee. “Isn’t it now?” Her heart slammed to a stop. “You know I’m never leaving you and you both better know I love you so very much.”
Brady caressed her cheek. “Doll, we’d never question you being loyal to us.”
She sighed and her heart started beating again. “Always.”
Mickey stood next to Brady. “When Brady and I got together, we knew there wouldn’t be anyone else for either of us. Of course, you were the exception to that. Never did either of us ever think you’d end up being our wife.”
Oh no, mayday. Please don’t make me choose.”
“No.”
The guys exchanged a concerned expression then turned to her again. “Felicia—” Mickey started, he didn’t look happy.
“I don’t want a wedding or a piece of paper involved.” Her voice cracked and she swallowed back the threat of tears. “I could never choose between you—I refuse.”
“Whoa!” Brady cupped her face. “No, doll just breathe. We already knew that wouldn’t work for you. Which is fine with us.”
“When I am here like I was and will be now again, I felt complete and like a wife and I get two amazing husbands in return.”
Mickey grinned and sighed with relief. “Will you wear a ring—a wedding band?”
“We just want you to feel we’re equally as committed to you as we are to each other.” Brady smiled and placed a light kiss on her lips. “Okay there’s also the small matter of letting the guys in this town know to back off.”
Felicia couldn’t stop the laugh. “Oh, like let’s say—the good looking Dr. Reynolds?”
“Yeah,” Mickey agreed with the nod of his head. “Todd’s a good start.”
She giggled again. “Of course I’ll wear a ring and I’m already happily married in our very unconventional way—but there are stipulations.”
“Name them.” Mickey placed his hands on his denim covered hips and she reveled. She was standing in the kitchen with her two men. There wasn’t anywhere on the planet she’d rather be—except maybe their bed.
“First, no wedding, no ceremony, nothing—hell, I don’t want a production of it and its no one’s business—just get a ring and slip it on my finger—and for the love of God, not an ice rink.” She placed her mug on the counter and waited for her men to respond.
Brady and Mickey looked pleased. Brady brushed her hair off her face. “We can live with that. Besides, as much as we love you, you really should know you are a horrible bride.”
Mickey chuckled. “He’s right and a whole lot naughty.”
Felicia shrugged. “Who cares? According to my very sexy cowboys I’m better when I’m bad.” She reached up, wrapped an arm around each of them, and inhaled deep. The scent of their colognes, soap and being pure male tickled her nose and finished soothing her soul. Their arms came around her and Mickey kissed the top of her head. This moment and the many others to come reminded her—this was where she was always meant to be. Not with one good cowboy—but two.
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