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NATALIE

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I startled, gasped and my eyes flew open. For a second, I didn’t know where I was, taking in the dark room, trying to figure out how my bedroom window ended up on the wrong wall, that the door to the bathroom was on my right. Then it came to me. I wasn’t in Boston in my apartment. I was in Sam’s bedroom. Montana.

He was curled around me, his front to my back, an arm flung over my waist. I felt his even breathing at my neck, his bottom arm my pillow. I was safe. Warm. Cozy. Even so, my mind wouldn’t let me settle into deep sleep. They’d brought me home, fed me, showered with me, fucked me. It hadn’t been gentle, but frantic. I wasn’t even sure how or why they’d waited past getting through the front door before they were on me. But they had. And they’d been on me for two hours, taking me more than once. They’d been hard and ready for me, but even after coming, they still had needed to sink into me, touch me, kiss me, just as much as I’d wanted them. To know I was alive, to feel the pleasure that came with being together. It had finally soothed me, put me to sleep.

But now I was awake once again. The clock on the bedside table said four. I could hear the rain outside the window and knew dawn was a long way off. I felt their cum between my legs, so much of it, still slick and sticky as it slipped from me. I ached deep inside; they weren’t small men. I smiled to myself, one of pure feminine satisfaction. I had two lovers who were voracious, eager and very talented in pleasuring me. Just me. They were gorgeous and no doubt women flung themselves at them all the time, and yet they wanted me. Sam was holding me now, Ashe in the guest room asleep.

“You okay?” Sam murmured, his voice rough with sleep. He stirred, slid his hand up and down my arm.

“You’re a light sleeper,” I replied.

He kissed the back of my neck. “Not used to having a woman in my bed.”

I gave a small laugh. “I can’t believe that.”

“I’m not a monk, sweetheart, but you’re the first woman who’s ever been in my bed.”

I stilled, thought of what he said.

“You mean—”

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought home. The first I’ve ever wanted here. I love holding you like this.”

“What about Ashe?” I had no idea about being with two men on a relationship level. Sex with two guys, it was pretty obvious what they wanted. But when we weren’t fucking, were they jealous of each other? Did Ashe feel left out by being in the other room?

“I’m sure he loves holding you, too.” He kissed my nape again. Gently. “You’re ours, Natalie. I think we’ve made that clear. We want

you. We want you in our beds. For the long haul. We haven’t talked about you going back east, but you have to know we want you to stay. And if you do, you get both of us. If you’ll have us, that is.”

“I…earlier on the pass, I knew you’d come, that I just had to wait for you to show up and everything would be better. That I wouldn’t have to deal with that alone.”

He slid back, turned me so I was on my back and he loomed over me, propped up on his elbow.

“Ah, sweetheart.” He leaned down, kissed my lips. Once. Twice. His fingers moved to my hair, brushed it back, again and again, soothing. I knew him to be tender. Sweet, even, but he’d never been like this. The blown tire had really made us all sensitive and vulnerable.

“You might go off on your own, but we’ll always find you,” he murmured.

I felt it, knew it to be true. They were investigators after all. And it felt good. Sooooo good, as if, well, as if I were precious. That I was wanted. Needed, even. My heart was full.

“As for Ashe? He’ll have to speak for himself, but you’re his, too. But you can be his and be with me, like this. Sometimes you’ll be with him. And sometimes, like earlier, we’ll be with you together.”

I didn’t say anything, just considered his words. We hadn’t talked about me staying. We hadn’t talked about my job or my life back in Boston. I had yet to decide, so I’d just kept quiet. Being here, being in Sam’s arms, in Ashe’s too, like earlier on the side of that miserable road, was incredible. I’d fallen for them. Hard and fast. But did that mean I could leave my life in Boston behind? It wasn’t like I’d had too much time to think about it. And right now, I didn’t want to.

“Want to talk about it?”

“What, exactly?” I asked. Staying in Montana? The accident? Being with two men? How I’d fallen for them? And we hadn’t even mentioned what brought us together in the first place. Aiden Steele’s inheritance.

“Anything.” The feel of his touch was comforting. “What woke you? Did you have a nightmare?”

I gave a slight shrug of my bare shoulder.

“Maybe. I don’t remember. Just…unsettled.”

While it was dark, I could see his face, his worried eyes. Lifting my hand, I cupped his jaw, felt the rasp of his beard.


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