by Jenny Penn
“Hey! Hey!”
The second time got their notice, as all motion stopped and every man looked up toward where she dangled. It took Logan only a second before he started shouting up at her.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get back in that window.”
Molly ignored that command to issue her own ultimatum. “I’m either coming down, or you two better come up here…now!”
That had both Logan and Bruce scrambling for the back door, neither man bothering to question her conviction. Molly didn’t linger there in the window as both men disappeared from sight but scrambled back into the room, taking up her position in the middle of it as she heard them stomping up the stairs. They were rushing, bursting into the room in a wave of panic and masculine outrage.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bruce demanded to know with a roar.
“Earning herself another spanking,” Logan answered for her as his fists settled on his hips. “You got two choices, honey, start talking or start running.”
Given she had nowhere to go and didn’t fear them in the slightest, Molly paid little attention to their outrage, focused totally on her own. “Me? Why don’t you two start explaining just what the hell you were doing? Huh?”
“We were taking care of business,” Bruce snapped.
“And you were losing,” Logan muttered. “In fact, let’s call it your loss.”
“Excuse me?” Bruce gaped at his cousin in obvious amazement. “I don’t think so. We weren’t done.”
“You were,” Logan shot back. “No second chances, remember?”
“Screw you,” Bruce retorted, starting to turn on his cousin with a look Molly didn’t care for. Before either man could escalate their growing disagreement back into a fight, she interfered, waving her hands in a pointed attempt to get their attention.
“Excuse me, I’m still waiting to hear what this is all about.”
“You want to know?” Logan asked. “You really want to know?”
“Yes!”
“Fine.” Sauntering forward, Logan dropped down to one knee as he took her hand. “Molly will you—”
“Hold up!” Bruce intervened, surging forward as he interrupted Logan. “You don’t get to ask that question yet. This matter isn’t settled yet.”
“What isn’t settled?” Molly glanced from Logan to Bruce and back again, but neither man answered her. They didn’t have to. She could figure it out. “Oh my God. You two were fighting over who gets to marry me? Is that it?”
“Molly—”
“No.” Molly cut off Logan’s plaintive plea before he could even get started. “No. I’m not marrying either one of you unless I’m marrying both of you.”
“That’s not exactly legal,” Logan pointed out as he rose back up to his feet.
“Well, then…I guess we have a problem.” And Molly didn’t know what to do about that. She just knew that she couldn’t choose. “Because I love you both, and I’m not picking between you two.”
“We love you, too, honey,” Logan assured her. “And we don’t want you to have to pick.”
“That’s what the fight was for,” Bruce explained with strained patience.
“I don’t want you two fighting over me,” Molly insisted, irritated by the very idea. “No fighting.”
“No fighting,” Logan repeated slowly, casting a look at Bruce that Molly knew all too well.
“Don’t even think about it,” Molly warned them, but already her voice was deepening with the husky beginning of want that had started warming her blood.
“Well, if we can’t fight it out,” Bruce began, eyeing Molly like a predator did prey, “Maybe we ought to—”
“Fuck it out,” Logan finished for Bruce.
Molly shook her head at them but couldn’t help the smile that started to tug on her lips as Logan and Bruce began to discuss the terms of their competition. The two of them were too much, and they were hers. Both of them.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live near Charleston, SC with my biggie, my dog. I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.
Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, and as a latchkey kid, I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.
I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old-fashioned kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I’ve worked on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype, and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the “anything goes” mentality and letting my imagination run wild.
I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
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