by Marie Carnay
Both men showered her in kisses and caresses, lighting her up as she adjusted to their size.
At last, Ian moved, sliding back and thrusting for the first time. His whole shaft was buried in her ass.
“Yes! Please!” She cried out, begging for them to rip another orgasm from her body and send her flying.
Ian groaned and pulled back as Trent thrust up from below. Over and over they worked into rhythm, two men and two cocks sliding against the thin membrane of her body.
She moaned and collapsed against Trent’s chest as an orgasm built inside. Deep and strong and different than before, it came over her without warning.
Her body seized and pleasure froze her mouth in a silent scream. Her back arched, her muscles clamped down, and both men groaned.
They released in unison, pumping deep inside her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against her. This was it…this was what she’d needed to let go.
Holly surrendered.
Her whole body shook and trembled as a mass of emotion poured out of her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. She floated in a haze of bliss, all thanks to Trent and Ian.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HOLLY
“THIS IS INCREDIBLE, Holly. You and Ian did all this?” Hillary spun around in a circle as she took in the state-of-the-art kitchen.
“Yep.” Holly ran her hand over the stainless steel counter. “It’s got everything I could ever ask for in a restaurant. You’re sure you want to do this?”
Hillary smiled. “A chance to keep working with you, in a kitchen like this? Of course I do!”
“You really don’t mind running the catering out of here?”
Hillary shook her head. “Not one bit. Have you seen those ovens? I’ll be a million times more productive. And I’ll have staff!”
Holly grinned. When Ian came to her with this crazy idea to open a restaurant together, she’d balked at first. They’d just survived a crazy attack and they were still figuring out how a ménage relationship would work.
But when he explained his reasoning, she knew it would work. He’d be the face of the place and run the front room and she’d be in the back, cooking and creating and living her dream job.
With her best friend on board as a co-chef, it was perfect.
Hillary opened the huge walk-in refrigerator and poked around. “So who came up with the name?”
“Trent, can you believe it?”
Hillary popped her head out. “He wanted to name the restaurant after your dad?”
Holly nodded. “He said it should be something meaningful.” She glanced toward the doors that led to the seating area. It’d been a long time, but her father was finally coming home. In name, at least.
He would have a legacy in Midnight Cove that was more than being the ex of her nasty mother. Holly could start a new life with Ian and Trent and the mistakes of the past could stay where they belonged.
She took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. Thank God for chocolate cake.
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TRENT
He leaned against a fence post and watched the party guests file into the parking lot. It’d been six months since Holly had been kidnapped. Six months since he’d admitted he loved her and dove head-first into a crazy relationship he wasn’t sure would last.
But there they were.
When Ian had sat down on the couch that night and offered up his shipping business, Trent hadn’t known what to say. Take over a billion-dollar business? So Ian could go back to his roots and open a restaurant?
The first thing he’d done was check Ian for a concussion. But the man was serious. The more Trent listened, the more he’d seen the potential. Trent could take over the travel and the deals and Ian could get back to what he loved to do. It would give Trent a chance to stretch his legs and get out from behind a desk, and the shipping business would keep all three of them living the good life.
Holly would be a chef and they could all be happy. Together.
“Good to see you again.” Blake Turner stopped a few feet from Trent and flashed him a smile.
“You, too.” Trent had run into the man a few times in the past few months and they’d chatted a bit about how these types of relationships work. It’d been eye-opening. He smiled back. “How’s the wedding planning?”
Blake ran a hand over his hair. “Honestly? I have no idea. Between Summer and her mom and Mandy, Devin and I are outnumbered. Now I just nod and say yes.”
“Smart man.”
“I’m learning.” Blake motioned to the restaurant. “Looks like it’ll be a full house tonight. It’s good to see Ian back in the business. I know he’s missed it.”
Trent nodded. He knew Ian and been dissatisfied, but he hadn’t understood why until the restaurant plans took off. The man loved it. It was good to see him happy.
“So any chance the three of you will be planning a wedding soon?”
Trent shrugged. “Maybe. I love Holly. She loves both of us. It’ll happen. Someday.”
Blake nodded. “If you ever need wedding advice, you know where to find me and Devin”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good luck on the opening.” Trent watched Blake as he made his way down the street. The ferns hanging from the street lights waved as he walked by and the sound of the ocean breaking on the rocks below filtered up to the street.
Trent never thought he’d be back in Midnight Cove to stay. He’d been the teenager running away from his family, school, everything. But Holiday changed everything. Now he couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be.
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IAN
He flipped the pages on the guest list and shot off a text to check-in out front. The soft launch of Henry’s was going to be a success. He could feel it.
As he set the clipboard on the counter, the front door opened. He spoke without looking up. “The party doesn’t start for another hour.”
“Should I come back?”
Ian glanced up. “Mandy!” His sister stood in the entryway looking as beautiful as ever. Ian hustled up and gave her a huge hug. “Richard told me you couldn’t make it.”
Mandy beamed. “We changed our plans. I couldn’t miss my big brother’s big day. Although I was hoping for a wedding to drag me back home instead of a restaurant.”
Ian smiled. “In good time. It’s only been a few months.”
“I know.”
“Besides, you’ve got Summer’s wedding coming up.”
Her eyes lit up. “Yep. It’s going to be fantastic. She’s getting married down at the lifeguard station on the beach. There’ll be little candles along the walkways, everyone’ll be barefoot. They’ll have the ceremony right on the ocean—”
Ian held up a hand. “You know you lost me at fantastic, right?”
Mandy shook her head. “Fine, have it your way. But I’m expecting a proposal sooner rather than later.”
She waggled her finger at him and Ian laughed. “So you’ll be back for the party?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Richard will be here, too.” She wrapped him up in another hug and headed toward the door. “We’ll see you soon.”
Mandy hustled out the front as voices came from the kitchen. Holiday pushed open the swinging door and Ian grinned.
She’d piled her hair up on her head in an updo, and a simple black dress hugged all her curves. Ian would never get sick of staring at the best woman to ever walk into his life.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful.” He knew his sister was right—there’d be another wedding to plan in Midnight Cove before too long.
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HOLLY
“Are you sure the waitstaff is ready?”
Ian kissed the back of her hand. “Of course I’m sure, I’ve trained them myself.”
Holly let out a nervous sigh. It’d been months of planning and preparation, but the day had finally arrived. She glanced toward the front door. “What if it flops? What if no one comes?�
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Ian chuckled. “They’ll come, Holly. I know the restaurant business and you know your way around a kitchen. Relax.”
He reached out and wrapped her up in a hug. “Henry’s is going to be the best restaurant in the Cove. Just you watch.” Ian kissed her temple and Holly melted against his chest.
She’d come back to Midnight Cove to help her best friend for a few weeks and now she was about to open a restaurant with views of the ocean. Holly snuggled tighter. She couldn’t ask for a better business partner in Ian.
“I still can’t believe you’d rather be doing this than shipping.”
He stroked her hair. “It’s not like I’ve abandoned the business. Trent is better at it than I ever was. And you know him. He’s so restless. The travel does him good.”
Holly pulled back to look at Ian. “He’s coming tonight, right?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
Holly stepped out of Ian’s embrace as Trent sailed in the door. She grinned and ran up to him. “I’ve missed you.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve missed you, too. Looks like you’ve both been busy. Ready for tonight?”
Ian answered. “As ready as we’ll ever be. How’s the lot?”
Trent grinned. “It’s full. You’ll have a packed house tonight, I think.”
“Really? Then I’ve got to get back to the kitchen.” Holly turned to go, but Trent grabbed her arm.
“Not before a good luck kiss.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, soft but insistent. One touch and her nerves calmed. He nuzzled her ear. “I love you, Holly.”
“I love you, too. And I’m glad you’re home.” She gave him another squeeze and he pulled away.
“Don’t forget about me. I get one of those, too.” Ian took her by the waist and before she could say anything, he’d spun her around. His lips landed where Trent’s had just been. Mmm. Holly was in heaven.
Ian pulled back and smiled. “You’re going to have an amazing opening night. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Holly kissed him again. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Ian grinned. “And I couldn’t have done it without Trent.” Ian glanced up at him. “You’re running the shipping way better than I ever could.”
Trent shrugged. “Guess it suits me. I get to be out in the field and Holly has a chance to do all this.”
Holly beamed.
Both her men were home, the restaurant’s opening party started soon, and she was the head chef. It was more than she’d ever hoped for. More than she’d ever dreamed possible.
She pulled away from Ian and flashed him and Trent a smile. “Guess what I baked for dessert?”
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SECOND CHANCE SUMMER
MARIE CARNAY
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One curvy painter. Two sexy surfers. Sometimes love is better the second time around.
Summer never thought she’d see Blake or Devin again. When she stumbles into the wrong dressing room on the eve of her best friend’s wedding, everything changes. They might have shared one night of fiery passion, but she’s vowed to put it behind her. Even if her heart disagrees.
Blake’s lived with the memory of one night for four years—a few unforgettable hours tangled up with Summer and Devin and a glimpse at heaven. When Summer leaves her New York life for a weekend in Midnight Cove, it’s their second chance. They’ve got one weekend to convince her their unconventional love is just what she’s been missing.
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CHAPTER ONE
SUMMER
TULLE FLUFFED INTO Summer’s nose and she shook her head. Of all the dresses Mandy had to pick. The one with more layers than Cinderella’s ball gown had to be it. She snorted and tugged open the door to the chapel. Why she needed her gown for the rehearsal, Summer couldn’t guess.
But she’d been a bridesmaid enough times to know—brides went crazy right before the big day. Mandy wanted her twenty-layer tulle and organza showpiece at the chapel two days early? Great. She wanted all the groomsmen and bridesmaids to have a fitting before the minister ran through the ceremony? No problem.
Summer would smile and pat Mandy’s shoulder. Make sure everyone knew where to go and what to say. Hand the bride a tissue whenever she needed it. That’s what maids of honor were for. As soon as the reception started and the champagne was walked around on silver trays? Summer called first dibs.
Using her chin, she pushed another flyaway layer of dress down and hustled around the corner. The row of dressing rooms came into view and Summer sagged in relief. Thank God.
Carrying a bridal mountain all the way from the Inn’s parking lot and down the cobbled path to the chapel had taxed muscles she didn’t know she had.
Summer craned her neck and glanced at her backside. Huffing over a gown was warning sign number one that she should have used that gym membership this year. Bridesmaid, smothered by buttercream organza. Story at eleven. Wouldn’t her mother be proud.
At last, she reached the bridal suite. “Alright my dear, I’m finally here with this dress big enough for every bride in Texas.” She turned the knob, opened the door, and—Oh my God.
That’s not Mandy. And neither is that. Two men, in nothing but boxer shorts, with sculpted and toned backs and arms made of what? Carbon-laced steel? Her mouth fell open but she forgot to breathe. Where have you been all my life?
The men in New York were…pretty. Manicured and coifed with better bags and nicer shoes than Summer’s whole closet. Not chiseled and honed and sculpted out of pure sex. One of the men grabbed an undershirt and tugged it over his head as he turned around.
Hello, man chest. Naked, muscled, praise be to pushups, man chest. Were they groomsmen? Summer blinked. None she’d heard Mandy talk about. Mandy’s brother was closing some last-minute sale involving piles of money and long-distance shipping. The groom’s friends? Hah. All the guys Richard hung out with were too busy wheeling and dealing to pump iron.
No. From the toned, athletic thighs, to the six packs screaming, hey baby, come lick me, these men were way out of the husband to-be’s league. Summer batted the dress away from her face as the one tugged down his shirt and the other glanced up.
Oh. Oh, no. Her mouth turned to cotton and her eyes became saucers and all she could see were the bed sheets, wrinkled in her hands while they took her places she’d never been.
Of all the men she could ogle. Of all the men she could walk in on sans clothes. It can’t be.
“Summer? Is that you?” The closer one ran his hand over his cropped brown hair and cocked his head. She could remember the way his calluses scraped her skin. How his beard tickled her inner thigh. His tongue as he…
She slammed her eyes shut. Blake Turner. Live, in the flesh, and more stunning than any memory. Maybe if I just keep my eyes closed, they’ll disappear.
“You okay?” The other man’s voice crushed her hope. Devin Rogers.
With a forced swallow, she opened her eyes. Still gorgeous, with tousled black hair and matching eyes. Abs made for fitness infomercials. He tugged on a pair of tux pants and zipped them up. Still hung like a porn star.
A tremor rocked Summer and she took a step back. She shouldn’t be there. They shouldn’t be there. “W-what are you doing here?”
Devin shrugged. “Mandy asked us to try on the tuxes before the rehearsal. Something about an in-person fit check. You looking for her?”
Her stomach flipped, her palms clammed up and she knew he was waiting. Words. She should be answering with words. Instead, all she managed was a bob of her head.
“It’s been what? Four years? You look great. What I can see of you anyway.”
Thank God for Cinderella. The last thing she needed were Devin’s eyes undressing her in the hallway. She fluffed the dress higher. “Th-thanks. So…um…Mandy is where?”
Devin grinned and she struggled to push the memories back. His hands all over her. His sweat-soaked skin as he slid up close. The best sex of her life.
He motioned to the hallway. “I think she’s two doors down. End of the hall.”
“Right. Okay.” She backed up another step. I have to get out of here. “Well, I’m just going to go. This dress is kinda heavy. Thanks.” She backed out of the room and spun on her heel.
For four years she’d tried to forget that night. Tried to be the good girl. Always taking the path laid out for her. Focused on her art and making it in New York. Not the crush of two men in the dark.
Her breath came out in a pant and she hustled down the hall.
Mandy forgot to mention Blake and Devin. That they were in town, invited, or—from what it appeared—in the wedding. Summer knew she was a stressed-out bride, but forgetting those two?
The men Summer’d compared with every fling, boyfriend, and sloppy kiss at a bar? The ones she’d never been able to let go? Never forget. She slowed as she reached the last door. Had Mandy set her up on purpose? She bit her lip and glanced behind her.
If she did, there’d be one hell of a maid of honor toast Sunday night.
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BLAKE
Blake slipped on the tux shirt and began fastening the button studs. Summer Crenshaw. The one who got away. The woman he’d not been able to put out of his mind in forever. They’d met at the start of the season—all bartenders at the Swallow Tail for summer break.
