by Anita Kidesu
“Okay. Where would we sleep? Would we always share a bed? Do either of you have a bed big enough for three? Who does the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and stuff like that? Because I can tell you right now, I’m not going to act as a maid for you two.”
Matt held up a finger. “I want us to always share a bed.” He held up a second finger. “Neither of us has a bed big enough for three.” Then he held up his third, fourth, and fifth fingers. “We can share household duties.”
Were they always so reasonable? “What about paying for things like rent, utilities, and food?”
Jon frowned. “Do you always worry about everything?”
“Sometimes. It comes with traveling with Mom on her trips. If I anticipate what might go wrong, I can be prepared.” In the past, this had served her well during the times her mother had wandered off to visit ruins and had left her in charge. “Maybe this is easy for you since you have family members living this way, but this is all new to me.”
“Hey.” Jon cupped her cheek and gave her a quick kiss. “This isn’t something we talk about with our folks. Anyway, I haven’t. I don’t know about Matt. I had difficulty coming to grips with my mom sleeping with another man, so this is new to me, too.”
Matt caressed her shoulder. “Even though I was okay with Mom and Dad’s decision, I’ve never discussed the day-to-day activities of their lives.” Matt shuddered. “Not sure I ever want to know. But like in any relationship, people need to figure out what’s right for them. What may work for one couple may not work for another.”
Jon wrapped her hair around his finger again. “Maybe what we need to do is write a contract. Put down exactly what we want.”
Reenie gave up trying to keep Jon away from her hair. She’d simply have force to herself to concentrate better. “What if we each make a list of what we want and don’t want? Then we can compare and write a contract from that.”
Matt turned to his side and slipped his hand beneath the sheet.
Her nipples puckered at his touch. Goosebumps pebbled her skin.
“I like that idea,” Matt said. “But enough of contracts and lists for now. I have a better idea.” He leaned down and drew a nipple into his mouth.
When Jon latched on to her other nipple, all thoughts of…whatever they’d been talking about…flew from her brain, replaced by sparks of pleasure skittering from her breasts to her core. As they nipped, pulled, and sucked the only thing going through her mind was yes. Yes, she’d live with them. Yes, she wanted them. And yes, she was falling in love with them.
Epilogue
One year later…
“Honeys, I’m home.” Reenie hung her purse and coat on a rack by the back door, tugged off her work shoes, and wiggled her freed toes. She should change out of the scrubs with cartoons of baby animals that she wore at the pediatric clinic. As always, after eight long hours, she was anxious to see them but hated thinking she might spread kiddo germs to Matt and Jon.
“We’re in here.”
“Let me change first then I’ll be there,” she called.
Before heading upstairs, she stood in the kitchen of their house, one they’d purchased five months ago. The hundred-year-old house was a style they all liked. Both Matt and Jon found they enjoyed doing remodeling. She loved picking out paint colors and brushing them on the walls. Surprisingly, she had a knack for finding antiques and decorating.
Up until purchasing the house, they’d struggled to live in Matt and Jon’s apartment, using Matt’s bedroom for the king-sized bed they’d purchased and Jon’s for dressers and storage. If they could survive three people living in their small apartment, she figured they could pretty much survive anything.
The aroma of tacos came from a slow cooker on a granite counter top. Reenie sincerely hoped it was one of Matt’s concoctions. Jon’s cooking would make a starving dog run and hide. She fingered the yellow-checkered curtains she’d made for the bright, airy kitchen before walking through the dining room to the open staircase that led upstairs. After weeks of stripping and sanding, the nicked and dirty oak banister and spiraled spindles were now smooth and clean.
After changing into comfortable sweats and flannel shirt, she headed down to Matt and Jon’s office. The instant they’d seen the parlor, they knew it was the perfect room for their work. With lots of windows with a view to their backyard, the large room had plenty of light for Matt’s drawing and painting. The setup was similar to their office in the apartment since it had worked for them before, but they now had more space for bookshelves and additional tables to spread out their work.
Reenie leaned against the doorframe of the room and crossed her arms over her chest. Since her feet were bare, her steps had been silent on the hardwood floors, and neither man had heard her approach. Jon typed at his laptop, and a frown creased his brow. If he bit his bottom lip any harder, he’d draw blood. Must be in an intense part of their current book. Matt sketched on a large sheet of paper. How was he able to work so fast and produce pictures so exacting in detail? It would take her an entire day to do what he did in an hour, and even after staring at her work, a person still wouldn’t be able to figure out what she’d drawn.
Her heart swelled, and she hitched a breath. How she loved them, and they loved her. Not so much by them telling her—which they did—but by their actions. One of them was usually touching her. It could be as simple as a hand on her shoulder or as bold as wrapping her in their arms. The love notes left in surprising places like her purse, shoes, underwear drawer, and teacups meant more than if they’d bought her diamonds.
She enjoyed their different personalities—Jon’s quiet, staid ways and Matt’s more exuberant manners. Now that she knew them so well, she couldn’t understand how people weren’t able to tell them apart. But hadn’t that been the problem when she’d first met them?
Jon flicked back the dark hair tumbling over his forehead, and in doing so, caught sight of her.
“Babe.” He kicked back his chair and rose, his smile melting her heart. “You’re finally home.” He wrapped his long arms around her. “I missed you.”
More than her heart melted when he drew her into a kiss. As always, her legs turned into jelly. Lord, the man could kiss.
Matt embraced her from the back and kissed the side of her neck. “Hi, sweetie. How was your day?”
Sandwiched between two of the most important people in her life, her day couldn’t get any better. This was what she lived for and thought about all day at work. Her men. Her two, loving, intelligent, funny, sexy-as-hell men.
Home. The best place in the world to be.
About the Author
Anita Kidesu has been writing for years and finally decided to try her hand at erotica. She found that writing “romance with an edge” an enjoyable genre.
Anita is married and lives in Northwestern Wisconsin.
~*~
Visit Anita at
www.anitakidesu.com
www.anitakidesu.wordpress.com
~*~
To chat with Anita Kidesu and other Wild Rose Press authors of erotic romance, join us at www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses.
Also Available
from The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
and major retailers.
Surprise Me
By Anita Kidesu
Josie and Carson Sandberg are on the cusp of being empty-nesters. With a cross-country move and Carson’s busy work schedule, there hasn’t been much time to connect. When gifted with a romantic getaway and challenge that says “Surprise Me,” the two embark on a trip that reveals secret desires and more. But sometimes a fantasy is better left undiscovered…
Also Available
from The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
and major retailers.
Ella’s Triple Pleasure
By Anna Lores
It takes three men to satisfy one woman’s needs…
Single mom and massage therapist Ella Winthrop isn’t looking for a relationship. She has enough problems w
ithout risking a business that barely meets her needs. Then her world is turned upside down by three men, each offering something she isn’t prepared for—love so deep it hurts, sex so hot she’s afraid she’ll melt from the pleasure, and a future beyond her wildest dreams.
Steamy businessman Cade Jackson has it all—money, looks, a giving heart, and a dominant nature—but Ella refuses to date a client even if she’s lusted after him for a year. After his brother’s death, Garrett Winthrop moves back to town opening old wounds and even darker fantasies. Dr. Derek McGregor gives her balance and understanding that speaks to her soul. All three men force Ella to question the limits of a traditional relationship.
Thank you for purchasing
this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
For questions or more
information contact us at
[email protected].
The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
www.thewilderroses.com
To visit with authors of
The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
join our yahoo loop at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thewildrosepress/
