Page 26 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

We gather my things and wait for a nurse to bring a wheelchair. Cameron wheels me down the hall. I’d complain about not walking out on my own, but Penny walks ahead of me and I get a better view of her ass this way, so it isn’t all bad.

“Penny,” Cameron says.

She turns slightly as she walks. “Yeah?”

“Tell him,” Cameron says.

“Tell me what?” I ask.

I can hear the wicked grin in Cameron’s voice when he says, “Tell him about that special thing you’re wearing.”

Her cheeks turn pink as she leans down to whisper in my ear. “Daddy Cameron made me wear a plug in my ass so that when I fuck you hello, it’s extra tight.”

“Fuck,” I say as my dick hardens. “That bullet didn’t kill me, but you just might, little girl. I can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt.”

Her pupils widen, but then she smirks. “I don’t know if you’re ready. Maybe we should get a second opinion on whether you’re healed enough for sex.”

I give her my best dominant glare. I bet I can manage the stamina for administering a spanking. Penny must see the intent in my expression, because she gulps and looks down. Little brat. I’ll get her later.

Cameron

I wasn’t sure how Roark would react to the news that we all want to try living together. Two weeks ago, if someone had asked me to describe him, the word “spontaneous” would not have crossed my lips.

On the drive to the apartment, he’s mostly quiet except when he says, “Penny, where did you hide the files, anyway?”

“Oh…it was stupid, really. I sewed a flash drive into the strap of my backpack. Risky, I know.”

“It was smart,” Roark says. “I didn’t even feel a lump when I was searching your things.”

Penny glows under his praise, but we don’t have time to discuss much more because we’ve pulled into our building’s parking garage. I watch Roark for a reaction as we ride up in an elevator to our floor, then walk down a short hallway to our door.

Roark looks shell-shocked as he steps inside. It’s not a cheap apartment, but with three people we’ll be able to make it work. Besides, we needed a place with a master bedroom big enough for a Cal King bed.

My heart trips in my chest. I want him to like it. I want him to see us as a team, as a triad, a relationship of three. Our time in that cabin profoundly changed me and the way I view Roark. But maybe it wasn’t the same for him.

Penny breaks the silence with a nervous laugh. “Well? Say something…”

“You set all of this up for the three of us?” Roark asks, his voice hushed in wonder. “You really want me here, too?”

Nodding, Penny says, “It’s the only thing I want—all three of us together.”

“Most people would date for a bit before moving in with each other,” he says.

“But most people didn’t watch one of their trio get shot in the chest,” I say. “It changed things for me.”

“Me, too,” Penny adds, her brown eyes shining. “I don’t want to wait to start the rest of my life with the two of you at my side.”

Roark inhales deeply. “Then I guess I’m home. Show me the bedroom, little girl. I want to see how tight that plug made your sweet pussy.”

10

Penny

One year later…

I wake up on my side, snuggled between the two greatest men in the world. Cameron at my front, Roark at my back. My daddies. I stretch, wanting to hint to Roark that I’m awake, because if I ask really sweetly, he’ll get up and fix me pancakes for breakfast.

Today’s a big day—our one-year anniversary of moving in together and fully committing to this crazy, wonderful, heart-filling relationship.

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