by Tara Rose
“Great. Fine. They’ll be better when Kane decides what the hell he’s going to do.”
“None of my business, and feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up, but why are you two waiting on Kane?”
Maverick didn’t know Wes very well yet, but he knew enough to know that he meant well and was only trying to help. He stopped in the act of stringing chicken wire and faced the man. “Let me ask you a question first. When you and Summer were getting to know each other, and you realized that you were okay sharing her with Dalton, what would you have done if Dalton had simply picked up and left town?”
“He wouldn’t have done that. He lives here. He has roots here. His family is here, as fucked up as they are.”
Maverick smiled. “You just described Kane’s dilemma. As rich as your family, Dalton’s family, and Nash’s family is, and as well known as they are here, times that by about ten back East. That’s Kane Easton and his family. They are to Winston, Connecticut what the Stonecrafts, the Danburys and the Metcalfs are to Passion Peak. I’m forgetting the Alvarado family as well. Can you even imagine leaving all this, and just pushing your responsibilities onto someone else, to move over two thousand miles away?”
The corners of Wes’s mouth turned up and he shook his head. “No, I can’t. And I see your point. So what’s he going to do?”
Maverick shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. But I do know two things. He cares about Felicity as much as I do, and he will do everything in his power to come back here and be with her.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Felicity woke up Thursday morning in Maverick’s bed to the smell of eggs, toast, and coffee. They were familiar smells now. She was off today, and it had snowed last night. She and Maverick had stood on his balcony, watching the fat flakes flying through the air, until it became too cold to do so.
She jumped out of bed and ran to the window, but only a sprinkling of white powder covered the grass. They had said it was still too early for any to stick this far down the mountains, but she was as disappointed as ever. She’d always loved snow.
She joined Maverick in the great room, where he pulled her onto his lap as he did every morning, and kissed her until she was breathless. She’d never grow tired of his kisses, his arms around her, or his lovemaking. He’d kept her as busy as possible these past few days so that her mind didn’t dwell on Kane and Connecticut.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked. “Should we brave the peaks and walk through the snow?”
“We should. Let’s do it.”
“Okay.”
“Can you take a day off work?”
Maverick gave her a sly smile. “You know I can do anything I want to.”
“Must be nice.” She bit into the toast and took a sip of coffee.
“You can quit, you know.”
They’d talked about this before, more than once now. “I know. But what would I do all day?”
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “That’s a silly question, Felicity. You’d wait here for me, tied to my bed, until I came in and spanked your gorgeous ass, and then fucked you silly.”
She laughed, as she did every time he said it, but the very thought of that scenario sent her mind to dark, erotic places. When he kissed her, the food and coffee took a back seat as she wrapped her arms around him and parted her lips to let his tongue inside. He reached under her tank top and played with one nipple as he moved his mouth over hers, and she stuck her hand down his sweatpants to grab hold of his dick.
He writhed against her touch, and when he released the kiss, he gazed into her eyes with so much intensity that Felicity almost cried. She usually did when they made love now, because Maverick only got better with each passing day. He was tender and considerate, sexy and commanding, all at the same time.
“Stay here with me always, Felicity.” He nuzzled her neck as she reached further into his pants to massage his balls the way she knew he liked it. “Never leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you.”
“And neither will I.”
She jumped at the sound, and at first was convinced that she’d imagined Maverick’s words in Kane’s voice. But Maverick was staring at him, too, so he must be real.
“I see you two started without me again.” Kane crossed the room and knelt in front of Felicity, who had to blink away tears.
“How…what…you’re here…” She could barely breathe let alone figure out what the fuck she was trying to say.
He brushed a finger across her face, and then, grinning in a way that made her pussy contract in tiny spasms, he removed her hand from Maverick’s pants and pulled off her tank top. “I’m here, and I’m never leaving you again.” He planted a kiss on each nipple. “Never, never, never.”
“Dude, how?” Maverick still looked as dumbstruck as Felicity felt.
“Short version. Lauren now has power of attorney for me. Grandma has a staff of full-time caregivers. Lauren pretty much had it all in place by the time I finally got home, and I simply signed every fucking piece of paper she pushed across the table in front of me. Then I turned around and drove back here.”
“But your investigation business…”
“It was never a business, Felicity. I didn’t get paid for that. I did it for fun. I have more money from a trust fund and investments than I could spend in three lifetimes. And beside.” He pulled her to her feet and led her over to Maverick’s bed. “There’s enough weird shit in this town to keep me busy for a long, long time, between the shapeshifters and buried treasure.”
“You’re here then?” asked Maverick, shedding his sweatpants before he pulled off Felicity’s boxer shorts. “You’re back for good?”
Kane took off his shirt, his eyes blazing with lust as his gaze roved over Felicity’s naked body. “Yes. I’m back for good. I’m never leaving again. I like it here.” He took off his jeans, socks, and shoes, and then he crawled on the bed and covered Felicity’s body with his, kissing her until she became dizzy.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, still blinking away tears. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He cupped her face. “Felicity, I never would have left if I could have taken care of everything from here. My grandmother barely knows me now, but at least she’ll be well cared for. That’s what I needed to know. And it’s about time my cousins did their fair share of the work on that estate.”
Maverick crawled next to her on the bed and stroked her hair. She gazed from one man to the other, hardly daring to believe this was real. They were both here, with her, and this time Kane wouldn’t leave. Her heart was so full of joy, she was sure it was ready to sprout wings and fly away.
“Kane, I have to say this. I should have said it before you left.”
“Me first. I love you, baby girl. I should have told you that before. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you and earning your forgiveness for leaving you like I did. I put you through hell, and I will ask you every day to forgive me for doing so.”
“Oh, Kane. I love you, too. I love you both. Maverick and I already said that to each other. But I love you both. I just said that, didn’t I?”
“She’s punch-drunk again,” said Maverick, grinning.
“I know, but I love seeing her this way. I don’t ever want to see her any other way. We should make her stay in this bed, naked, waiting for both of us every single day of her life.”
“See? That’s exactly what I told her.”
Maverick and Kane high-fived each other, and Felicity laughed until she couldn’t catch her breath anymore, and then she kissed Kane like she never would again. He moved his lips down her neck, over both breasts, and between her legs. Maverick took his place at her mouth, teasing with her his teeth and tongue until she was writhing on the bed and begging for release.
“I won’t let you come until you promise me one thing,” said Kane, coming up for air.
“Anything,” she whispered. “Anything.”
“I wan
t to give you a collar. Me and Maverick both. What do you say, cowboy? Summer and Angela both have one, and so does Carma, right? Why shouldn’t Felicity have one as well?”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” said Maverick. “It sounds like you’ve been thinking about this quite a bit.”
“I have. We can’t both marry her, and I would never ask her to choose. I know you wouldn’t either. But we can both be her Doms, right? A collar would mean she’d belong to both of us, and she would be our sub. It’s a way for both of us to have her, and to tell the whole fucking world how much we love her.”
Maverick looked like someone had just told him he’d won the lottery, and Felicity began to cry all over again from the emotions bubbling up inside her. This was real. This was actually happening. “You mean it? You’re both okay with this?”
“Of course we are, sweetheart,” said Maverick. “But will you have both of us? As in forever and ever, amen, like Randy Travis sang?”
Felicity giggled. “Oh yes. I sure will. Just like Randy Travis sang. I will love you both, and I will obey you as your sub, and cherish you both, always.”
Kane moved on top of her again, and kissed her gently. “And I will love you always, Felicity Featherstone, and cherish you, and protect you, and try like heck to learn this Dom stuff and do you proud by it.”
Maverick took her left hand and kissed each finger. “And I promise also to love, cherish, and protect you, Felicity, and to be your Dom. And to try and teach this Yankee how to be one.”
She laughed and cried at the same time as both men began to kiss her again. She’d wanted Maverick from the moment she’d walked into the ballroom right here in this house over a month ago, and now she had the rest of her life to love him. Kane had fascinated her from day one, and he would go on doing that, and loving her for the rest of her life, just as she’d always dreamed he would.
She had everything she’d dreamed of. Both sexy, gorgeous, charming men to love, cherish, and enjoy, for as long as they all lived. What more could a girl ask for?
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tara Rose loves to write about small towns and the quirky people that inhabit them. You’ll find engaging characters, budding romance, intrigue, and plenty of hot, steamy ménage sex within the pages of her books. You never really know what goes on behind closed doors, but her books will take you there, and leave you panting for more.
When she isn’t writing, Tara spends time with her husband—her real-life hero. She loves to cook, collect antique pottery, and she will read just about anything. Tara also plays the cello, and loves decorating her house for Christmas.
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