by Jenny Penn
Bound & Cuffed 3
Betrayed
Molly’s lives her life based on a few simple rules. The first one is not to get involved with her sexy neighbors, Bruce and Logan Holmes. They might tempt her but she knows they’re no good for her.
Bruce and Logan don’t accept that. They want Molly and they mean to have her, but when their plan backfires, and Molly learns the truth, all bets are off. It’s every man for himself as both men work to tempt Molly into breaking her first rule over and over again.
The passion between the trio flames hot enough to sear away Molly’s self control, but not her distrust. That is something only love can break.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 46,428 words
BETRAYED
Bound & Cuffed 3
Jenny Penn
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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Betrayed
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
About the Author
BETRAYED
Bound & Cuffed 3
JENNY PENN
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Molly Johnson woke up to the beeping of her alarm just as she always did, and as usual, she woke up tired and cranky thanks to the erotic fantasies that had filled her dreams. Those dreams had haunted her nights for over a year now, and they disgusted her. They shamed her, and not because she was some kind of prude.
It was because of the men starring in them.
Logan and Bruce Holmes.
They were the two cousins who lived next door, and Molly hated them. Hated.
Groaning as she fought back the dirty, unwanted thoughts that filled her head every damn morning, Molly rolled over and slammed her hand down on the clock buzzing merrily away. Its happy tone irritated her. Everything irritated her in the morning.
That explained why her roommate, Trisha, stayed out of her way as she plodded out of her bedroom and shuffled toward the bathroom. A shower, that was what she needed. A shower and a little personal attention to the flesh creaming between her legs. That would take the edge off the dreams still haunting her, but she wouldn’t enjoy it.
She wouldn’t, Molly swore, even though she knew she was lying to herself.
Despite all common sense and every effort she’d ever made to ignore the need Logan and Bruce inspired in her, thoughts of both cousins filled more than just her dreams. Molly didn’t understand it. She’d tried to figure out what it was about Logan and Bruce that had her so damn captivated.
It wasn’t just their looks, even if they were both extraordinarily handsome. Bounty hunters with bodies honed to dangerously hard ridges and sharp creases, both Logan and Bruce had dark, kind of feral looks about them, but that shouldn’t matter. Molly wasn’t into bad boys.
Besides, her boyfriend, Harvey, was much better looking. At least, in a classical sense. Harvey also happened to be attentive, caring, considerate, and, most importantly, respectfully employed. Respectful wasn’t a word Logan or Bruce even seemed to know. They were crass, rude, and sometimes even dirty…sweaty and glistening with a glow that made her mouth all but water…No!
Molly shook her head to clear it of those thoughts and forced herself to focus on the more mundane, like getting ready for work. She had a schedule to keep and no time allocated to waste on either Bruce or Logan. Focusing on her morning rituals, Molly went through her traditional preparations with a mechanical ease she was known for.
Mechanical, that was a good way to describe her life.
Her schedule was constant, her habits well engrained, leaving no room for spontaneity or surprises. Molly had been raised to believe that both things endangered productivity, and she was all about getting the most out of every day. That could be accomplished only with a well-adhered-to schedule.
First came a shower, then came coffee, and finally she dressed for work and then she was heading out the door to find Bruce waiting for her in his usual position. Tall, thick with muscles, and smiling with a devilish glint shining in his eyes, he rested against the porch railing that connected their two apartments as he sipped his coffee and watched her much like a predator did prey.
That was exactly what he made her feel like, as if she was being slowly, steadily hunted. The sensation sent a thrill racing up her sp
ine as she pointedly ignored him. Bruce didn’t like to be ignored, and he wasn’t without his own rituals.
“So? Today the day?” he asked, just as he did every morning.
Molly knew exactly what he meant. This routine had begun nearly a year ago. Right about the time she’d started dreaming of him. It had actually been after that first dream that he’d appeared on the porch, and that was when he’d first asked whether or not today was the day she was ready to take him for a test drive.
She hadn’t answered him then, and she didn’t now. It was a crude question, and she wasn’t going to lower herself by responding. Instead, she stuck her chin into the air and marched steadily past him, vowing once again not to spare another thought on either Bruce or his cousin.
* * * *
Bruce snickered as he watched Molly’s tight ass saunter down the path. The woman carried herself with a pride and confidence he couldn’t help but admire. Of course, too much pride was a bad thing sometimes. Molly had that issue in spades, but Bruce knew her secret.
His bed sat right up against the wall of Molly’s bedroom, and he could hear her moaning and groaning every night. Every night she called out his name…or his cousin’s, normally both. So she could pretend to be too good for them, but Bruce knew the truth.
“You enjoying yourself?” Logan asked, coming to linger in the still-open door.
He was smiling, his gaze glued on Molly’s backside, proving that he wasn’t really annoyed at Bruce at all. Why should he be when his behavior was so much worse? Logan let out a catcall whistle that echoed down the street as Molly bent over to toss her purse into the car. The sound had her straightening up instantly to shoot a murderous look across the roof of her car before she slid into it and slammed the door.
“That was fun,” Bruce admitted unabashedly as Molly took off in a peel of tires.
Bruce watched her go, imagining just how much more fun it would be to chase her down, arrest her for speeding, and take her into custody—his custody. Oh, the things he would do to her then…They’d probably get him arrested.
“You two don’t stand a chance, especially if you keep coming on to her like that.”
That warning came from the front door of Molly’s apartment as her roommate, Trisha, stepped out wearing the uniform they required down at the grocery store where she worked. She looked as cute and innocent as always with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her full lips painted up with some shiny gloss. Trisha didn’t have to waste a lot of money on makeup. She had a natural glow that attracted most men.
Most men, but not Bruce.
He didn’t like Trisha, and not just because he didn’t have a thing for anorexic twigs that looked like they’d snap if you rode them hard. He didn’t like her because he knew what Molly didn’t. Trisha was sleeping with Molly’s boyfriend, Harvey.
“Thanks.” Bruce shoved off the edge of the porch railing, pausing only long enough to give Trisha a look that left no doubt about what he thought of her. “But the day I need your advice is the day a put a gun to my head.”
“Yeah,” Trisha snickered. “Because you’re doing so well on your own.”
It galled Bruce to admit that she had a point, so he didn’t. He simply brushed past Logan and headed back toward the kitchen for a refill on his coffee. That left his cousin to exchange a few unpleasant words with Trisha before he closed the door on her and came sulking into the kitchen.
“I’m so sick of that bitch,” Logan muttered as he slid onto the bar stool to take a seat at the island counter that served as their only dining space.
The apartment they shared wasn’t big, but it was cheap. Cheap was a good thing, given the amount of money they’d sunk into the old farmhouse they’d bought. The house had been condemned when they’d purchased it, but the land had been spectacular. Now the house almost matched. It would be only a few more months before they moved…moved away from Molly.
That thought had been growing with annoyance that finally had Bruce saying what needed to be said. “We’re running out of time.”
“Time?” Logan lifted a brow. “What are you…oh, Molly.”
“I’m not leaving here without making some of her dreams come true.” That was just a fact.
“I can get behind that.” Logan nodded, playing as though he wasn’t secretly drooling at the thought of finally getting in Molly’s pants. “But we’re going to need to take the garbage out first.”
Bruce knew just what Logan was talking about. Harvey had to go. That thought had Bruce smiling. “You got a plan?”
“Don’t I always?”
* * * *
Logan had a plan, all right. A plan he’d been working on for months but hadn’t had the balls to see through. Mostly he hesitated because he knew, no matter what, Molly was going to get hurt. That thought had bothered Logan to the point where he’d done something he’d never done before. He’d held back…but not anymore.
He was done with waiting.
Bruce was right. They were running out of time. More than that, Logan had damned near died not but a few weeks back when he’d gotten shot. Okay, so it hadn’t been that close. It hadn’t actually been close at all. Technically, it had just been a flesh wound, but a few inches lower and the conversation would have been totally different.
That was the kind of thing that had man starting to think about what really mattered in life, what he really wanted to accomplish before he died. At the top of Logan’s list was fucking Molly. She belonged to Logan, and it was time to prove that point, even if that meant taking merciless advantage of a situation he created.
After all, Logan had been the one to encourage Harvey into Trisha’s arms. He’d been hoping at the time that the idiot would dump Molly for Trisha and Logan would swoop in to comfort her. Things hadn’t gone that way, and Harvey had proven himself to be a real bastard. That was something Molly should know.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t find out about Logan’s involvement in that situation. He also prayed that Bruce didn’t discover the truth because that hadn’t been a plan he’d shared with his cousin. Mostly because it had been a spur-of-the-moment impulse.
Even if it hadn’t been, Logan wouldn’t have included Bruce. He tended to be a little more ethical when it came to right and wrong than Logan. Not too ethical, just more, which was just why Logan hesitated to answer as his cousin narrowed his gaze on Logan.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing for you to worry about,” Logan assured him, knowing those words would have the opposite effect, but he enjoyed antagonizing Bruce. He had since they were little boys. “You want takeout tonight?”
“Don’t change the subject,” Bruce shot back as he thunked his coffee cup down. “I want to know what you’re planning.”
“I’m going to show her the truth.” Logan smiled. “And if you want to be around tonight, you can be there to help console her.”
With that, Logan set down his own coffee cup and lifted his jacket off the back of the chair. He had work to get to. Not that Bruce would let him go that easily. After all, they worked at the same place. His cousin followed in his wake, questioning Logan, but he didn’t answer. Bruce would just have to wait and see.
So would Logan.
He hated waiting. He’d been waiting for Molly for the past two years, ever since she’d moved in next door. In fact, he could remember the very first time he’d seen her. She’d been carting a box into the other apartment, her cute ass covered in a pair of short shorts that put her long, tanned legs on display.
Logan had hardened instantly, but it was when she’d turned around and caught him ogling her that he’d really fallen in love. Molly’s green eyes had flashed dangerously as she’d snapped at him, demanding to know if all he was going to do was stand there and gape at her or actually offer to help.
He’d tripped over his own feet in his rush to take the box from her arms and give her his heart in the process. In that moment, he’d known they’d connected, but all the chance
he had with Molly had been blown in the next second when the Holloway triplets had come giggling out of his apartment. They’d made sure Molly knew that he hadn’t just spent the night screwing three sisters but also that his cousin had joined them.
From that second on, Molly had cast him and Bruce as man-sluts. It didn’t even matter that they’d barely dated anybody in the last two years. It had been a long two years. Two years of watching Molly date one loser after another. Two years of listening to her fuck them through the paper-thin walls of their apartment. Two years of sheer hell.
Logan had had enough, but he still had to endure one more day.
It was a long day, the seconds ticking by as the anticipation and nerves began to gather in his gut. He wondered what he’d do if this plan failed. Logan honestly didn’t know, which was why this plan couldn’t fail. Despite his determination, his doubts remained until they were fairly eating him alive and it was time to go pick up dinner.
He ordered up takeout from the restaurant Molly where worked and endured her glower as he stopped in to pick up the food. He ignored her, walking out with his bags at exactly four forty-five. Logan knew that Molly would get off in precisely fifteen minutes as she passed over the reins to the evening manager.
It was Monday, which meant that Harvey was waiting on the front porch as Logan pulled up in front of the house that had been divided into four apartments. He and Bruce rented the bottom left one, Molly and Trisha the right one. That was the door Harvey was just about to knock on as Logan came sauntering up carrying his dinner.
