by Leah Braemel
“I’m not going anywhere. Honest.”
From behind, cool, calloused hands encircled her waist. Dillon slipped his hands beneath the fabric of her tee and flattened over her belly, pulling her until his cock pressed hard against the small of her back.
Sandwiched between the two of them, she wondered how she could have considered walking away from them. From this. Their adulation. Their passion.
Glancing over her shoulder at Dillon, she smiled, hoping to see him return it. Though the erection pressed into her back left no doubt as to his passion, his eyes were dark, almost unreadable. She turned to face him, looping her arms around his neck. “You can change the name of the Double Bar to the Triple Bar or announce it in the Sun-Times if you want. I’m here for good.”
Something flickered across his face. He couldn’t control his emotions the way Brett could. He’d never had to. Hope. Perhaps. Relief. Maybe. Then his face cleared, and he stepped back.
“I think we need to agree upon some ground rules here.” Whatever his concern had been, he’d resolved it because his voice was firm, the business side of him rising to the surface.
“He’s right. We need rules.” Brett joined him in front of her, his arms folded across his chest.
“First off, the sleeping arrangements,” Dillon announced. “We all sleep together. The bed’s big enough. And our schedules will help out.”
Brett nodded. “Agreed.”
They both looked at her. “I can live with that. But if one of you starts snoring, the other two have the right to kick the other out.”
They headed out of the barn and back to the house. As they walked, Dillon snickered. “Hey, Brett, if the snorer is gettin’ kicked out, I guess that means you and me will be sleepin’ together most nights, while Nik’s in the guest bedroom sleepin’ all alone.”
“You guys don’t snore, Dillon.”
His mouth quirked at the edges, then spread into his trademark bright grin. “No, but you do.”
With a gasp, she chased him onto the porch and into the kitchen. Laughing, he whirled and caught her about the waist, swinging her off her feet. By the time Brett made it into the kitchen, Dillon had stolen Nikki’s breath with a deep kiss.
“Children, can we focus here?” Brett leaned against the counter until they broke apart. Once he had their attention, he resumed the negotiation. “Housework. Everyone pitches in. We rotate who cooks each day according to our schedule, and whoever cooks doesn’t have to wash up. We each do our own laundry.”
“Then Nikki’ll never have to do laundry,” Dillon said drily.
“Why’s that?”
“Because,” he said, stepping forward and catching the bottom of her tee in his hands, lifting it over her head. “We’re never going to give you a chance to wear clothes.”
Seconds later, Dillon’s pants were slung over the bench, his shirt and socks on top of the pile. He bent his head over one of her nipples, his tongue lashing it, his teeth nipping it, sending sharp tugs clear down to her pussy until she was panting. When she looked up, Brett had toed off his shoes, removed his shirt, and was in the middle of shucking his pants. Once he was completely naked, he faced her, his erection hard against his belly.
“So where do you think, Dillon? On the counter?” His suggestion rumbled from his chest, reminding her of a lion staking its territory. “Or on the table?”
Dillon straightened. The sight of her two hard-bodied lovers, their eyes—blue and brown—flashing with lust, their cocks hard and ready, stole her breath. They were hers. All hers.
“I have a hankering to take her in the rockin’ chair out on the front porch.”
Raising an eyebrow, she hooked her thumbs in her belt loops and sauntered to the hall door. “Remember how I promised I’d never run from you?”
“Yes,” they replied at the same time.
“I lied.” She raced down the hall, laughing when Brett cursed and Dillon groaned. “Catch me if you can, boys.”
About the Author
Growing up in rural Ontario, Leah Braemel learned to lose herself in the make-believe worlds she found in her mother’s books. At the age of seven, she realized she could write her own stories, and in her early teens she discovered her love of romances. Soon all her stories revolved around giving her heroes and heroines their Happy-Ever-After.
Married to her college sweetheart and the mother of two sons, Leah is the only woman in a houseful of men—even their cat is male. Shoving her writing in the closet while she raised her family, she gained some varied and interesting insights while working with a security firm liaising with Toronto’s Emergency Task Force and bomb squad and later teaching computers to women escaping abusive relationships.
After a conversation with her eldest son about how he needed to follow his dreams, Leah decided she needed to follow her own advice and make her own dreams of becoming a writer come true. She was thrilled when her first sizzling romance was published in 2009.
Leah loves hearing from her readers at [email protected]. You can also follow Leah on her website, www.LeahBraemel.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-4268-9037-6
Copyright © 2010 by Leah Braemel
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Table of Contents
Copyright
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
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
About the Author
