“Look up here!” Julia called.
We turned and looked up at her holding her phone out.
“Let’s get your picture. You want to save this moment, don’t you? For your personal collection.”
I glanced at Tucker, then Ava, and we burst out laughing. Yeah, this would fit into our photo file perfectly.
12
AVA
* * *
While I’d wanted Tucker and Colton to drag me back to the house and have their wicked way with me, we’d had to stay with the family for the picnic. Everyone wanted to see the ring, to celebrate. I’d been a little overwhelmed, a little stunned. They’d surprised me. I knew we’d marry, someday, but god… I loved them and I wanted the whole world to know it.
; The shit with my dad was a big deal, but it wasn’t important. Tucker and Colton were important. I wasn’t going to put my life on hold because my dad would probably go to jail and the company might fold. I’d spent hours with my connections, including Mrs. Houser. Like Tucker had said, she’d always had a stick up her ass. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t a good person, and she knew everything about the business side of my dad’s life. Everything.
She might not be too thrilled I was marrying two men, but she was even less thrilled about the bad—and illegal—shit happening at the office.
My dad would go to jail, but so would Perry. He’d underestimated me and that was his ultimate downfall. I had information on him. Not a lot, but enough to give to the SEC, to have them broadening their review of the insider trading.
God, it had felt so good to take down Perry, to see him in the dirt. And when Tucker had hogtied him, a highlight of my life. I wouldn’t soon forget that. While it was just Perry who’d been all tied up, he represented everything I’d walked away from. I was giving that past a middle finger salute. Being me, being a cowgirl who liked pretty things was enough. Tucker and Colton thought so. I didn’t need the money. I had everything I’d ever wanted standing right in front of me.
“Happy, sugar?” Colton asked, kissing my neck as Tucker opened the front door of the ranch house.
I lifted my hand, saw the sparkle of the ring. It was so pretty. Stunning. Simple and I’d be able to wear it even at work.
I nodded, then turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands went to my butt and he lifted me up so I could put my legs about his waist. He carried me inside as we kissed. I squirmed in his hold, eager for more.
“Easy, sugar. We’ll get you there. We’ve got all night.”
I shook my head, knocked his hat off his head. “I want it now,” I breathed.
I saw his dark eyes, watched them heat. Felt his hands tighten on my butt.
“You’ve been through a lot. We don’t want to—”
“I want you to,” I said, cutting him off. “I soooo want you to.”
Tucker came over stroked his hand over my ponytail. “What do you want, tiger?”
Both of my men. Right here. With me. Wanting me. Asking me what I wanted.
“You gave me a ring to show the whole world I’m taken.”
“Damn straight,” Colton murmured.
I kissed him again. “Now I want you to take me.”
Tucker arched a brow, remained quiet.
“Together.” I blushed and glanced away. Suddenly nervous. “I want to belong to both of you.”
Tucker took hold of my chin, made me keep his gaze. “Oh, don’t turn into a kitten now. You’re the one who boldly sent us a picture of your well-fucked pussy. Say the words, tiger.”
“In Denver, I promised you could do anything you want.”