To her surprise both Sean Norris and Jesse Steed walked over to their table, their smiles wide. Confused, she followed their gaze. Instead of them looking at her, they were focused on Elle. Oh, my.
“Ladies.” Sean touched the brim of his cowboy hat.
The man looked very different in jeans, boots, and tight shirts. She’d only seen him in leather pants.
“Hi, Sean.” Elle’s face blushed and she suddenly appeared shy. What was up with that?
“We couldn’t come in and pass up a table full of beautiful ladies without saying hello.”
Jesse nudged him and then introduced himself to Christina and Sarah. The fact they didn’t introduce themselves to her sister or Elle made Ceci’s eyes widened. As soon as Brooke caught her gaze, her face, too, reddened. Boy, did they have a lot of catching up to do.
After a brief round of hellos and how are yous, the men left. As soon as they were seated at the bar and out of earshot, all five of them leaned in.
“Spill,” Ceci said.
* * * *
“Ready?” Dylan asked.
From the moment Ceci stepped into the mudroom, the men had run up to her and told her it was time to reveal both of their surprises. They blindfolded her and guided her through the living room. As soon as Carl French had been arrested for the double murders, the men had decided to build the addition on the house. She’d been allowed to help with the plans, including giving her input on the size of the walk-in closet, but as soon as the wallboard went up, they’d kept her out of the addition.
During the last month, they’d suggested she work from home, as they didn’t even want her to see the furniture they’d picked out or the paint colors. It was all so romantic.
Dylan clasped her shoulders and stopped. “Okay, this is going to be our new room.”
The blindfold disappeared and she absorbed the transformation from framing to a real space. Her breath caught and her heart sang. “It’s amazing.” Against the far wall appeared to be two queen-sized beds pushed together.
“Kye Andrews, carpenter extraordinaire, made the headboard.”
“It’s truly outstanding.” Wooden slats went across the back, designed, she guessed, to be sturdy enough to withstand some tugging. “I love the wall color. It’s so warm.”
Dylan grinned. “I picked it out.”
“With my help,” Gabe added. “It looked like the dough in cookie dough ice cream.
She laughed. “You are the best.”
“Actually, the best is yet to come,” Dylan said.
He showed her into the walk-in closet. “Oh, my God.” It was the size of her current bedroom. Shelves and storage units lined the walls. “I’m never leaving here.”
“That’s the point, sugar.”
Gabe grabbed her hand. “There’s more.” He led her into the bathroom and her breath caught.
In the center sat a huge garden tub on top of a pedestal with a wide shelf designed to hold candles and wine glasses. In fact, lit candles sat on the far end. Tears brimmed her eyes. “This is so amazing.”
“I like the shower the best.” Dylan led her into the large walk in.
Not only were there three showerheads but three of the sides had rimmed benches. She placed a hand on her chest. “It makes me want to roll in mud just so I can use it.”
Both men laughed.
“We debated putting in a fourth showerhead just so there would be an even number, but then we’d have to have two toilets and four sinks instead of three.”
She rolled her eyes. “Three is the perfect number for me.” God forbid if she had to love three men.
She thought the tour was over, but boy was she wrong.
Each man grabbed a hand. “Now for our other surprise.”
“I’m not sure my heart can take it.”
She hadn’t noticed the door at the far end of the room before. Gabe opened it and motioned for her to step inside. She stopped short. It was a mini dungeon, only ten times nicer. A wide mattress rested on the floor, a spanking bench sat off to one side, and a large metal contraption with a pulley system was opposite it. Three shelves on the wall contained all sorts of delicious looking toys.
“I can tell I’ll be spending a lot of time in this room.” Her pussy gushed as she pictured herself strapped down and naked with her men making wild love with her.
They led her into the middle of the room and dropped down onto one knee each. If they hadn’t been holding her hands, she might have freaked at the implication.
Dylan extracted something from his pocket. When he opened his palm, her heart skipped a beat.
“Sugar, you know that we love you with our whole hearts, but we want to make it permanent. Would you do us the honor of being our little sub for life?”
Gabe stood, took the ring from Dylan’s palm and placed it on her left ring finger before she could open her mouth.
Not only did the two diamonds gleam, but on either side were rotating bands. Tears welled in her eyes. “Yes.”
Dylan cleared his throat. “We got two diamonds because we know how you like to keep things even. We kind of figured that’s why you went with two men instead of one. It was more balanced.”
“Yes.” That wasn’t true at all, but it sounded so wonderful.
Gabe tapped the outer rings. “We had the jewel put in the worry rings in case you’re really anxious.”
The men loved her unconditionally. “I wish I knew what to say. I’m so overwhelmed with such joy, that the words won’t form.”
Dylan lifted her hand and kissed the back. “You already said the best word.”
“What was that?”
“Yes.”
She grinned. “Then I say we celebrate.”
“Oorah.”
THE END
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Unlike most other authors, I started writing late in life. Writing stories in high school and college was not for me. Only after I graduated did I fall in love with romance novels. For the next twenty years, I read voraciously. It got to a point where my book-buying habits cost as much as my groceries. At that point, my husband suggested I write a book. Hey, it looked easy, right? All the stories started in the same spot (hero and heroine at odds) and ended the same way (happily ever after). Only it was anything but easy. Eleven years and fifteen completed romantic suspenses later, I finally published. I never would have gotten that far had it not been for two local chapters whose generous members shared their amazing wealth of knowledge.
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