Page 38 of Barbed Wire Hearts

She hesitates. “Is that. . . what this is?”

“Now, witchy woman, you ain’t ever been pursued by three men who are friends before?”

“Not openly,” she admits, before running a hand through her hair. “Is this some sort of competition between you? Is that what this is?”

I shake my head. “No. Not at all. We don’t compete against each other.”

“But you expect me to pick one of you?” she asks.

“No again,” I say with a grin. “You can pick as many or as little of us as you like. Dakota too much of a control freak? No worries. My personality too big? That’s okay, too. Levi gets your knickers in a twist? Well, alright then.” At her growing confusion, I sigh. “Dakota, Levi, and I are brothers in all but blood. We ain’t ever followed social protocols and out here in the mountains, ain’t no one to witness it but us. The way we figure is if we all like the same woman, why would it be strange to share her? We share everything else.”

Kate stares up at me with wide eyes. “So. . . you want me to date all three of you?”

“Well, Levi hasn’t openly said he’s in, but we can see he likes you. As long as you’re interested in the three of us, then yes. If it’s too much, we can back off. But what I’m really saying is it’s okay if you kiss Dakota in a parking lot. It’s okay if you dance with Levi and make that burly man soft. Just as it’s okay that you have your wicked way with me whenever you want.” I wiggle my brow for effect and get a smile out of her. “None of us will be mad at the others or you. That’s what I’m saying. You hold the reins in this instance, Katie Cat. No one else does.”

She purses her lips. “Wow. You three must be really close.”

I shrug. “We’ve all helped calm each other’s demons.” I tilt my head. “We could help calm yours, too.”

Her eyes flick up to mine. For a second, she doesn’t say anything, but then her expression grows demure. “Is this a one at a time thing or. . .”

I glance over my shoulder. “It looks like Dakota went inside already but I could go?—”

“Too long,” she breathes, grabbing a fistful of my shirt. “I wanna have my wicked way with you now and I’m still all wound up.”

I take off my hat and hang it on the rocking chair beside the door. “Yes ma’am,” I muse. “Anything you desire.”

So maybe Katie Cat doesn’t have as much trouble with it as I thought.

When her lips find my chest, I barely remember that there was anything to worry about at all.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Kate

What woman wouldn’t feel lucky and desired when a man admits he and his two best friends all want you? It’s a massive ego boost and while it’s not exactly what I thought I would ever find, I’ll be damned if I don’t want to enjoy it. The moment Wiley comes inside my cabin, I forget all about the mysterious text message from earlier in the day. Instead, my mind is filled with visions of Wiley kneeling between my legs, of Dakota stroking his cock inside my mouth, of Levi sitting in a corner watching. Fuck. It’s such a turn on that I explode the moment Wiley presses his lips between my thighs.

“I see you like the idea of all of us,” Wiley muses as he laps at my release. He winds me up more before crawling up my body. “Would you like to imagine how it will go?”

“Tell me,” I rasp as he kisses my skin.

“I’m the gentle one,” he purrs in my ear before kissing my neck. “My demons pale in comparison to Dakota’s and Levi’s. They’ll have me set the pace for your benefit, but I won’t be able to hold them off long, Katie Cat. They’ll be chomping at the bit to get a taste of you.”

I wiggle beneath him, and he grins down at me, his length pressing against my entrance. “Go on.”

“That’s all you’re gonna get for now,” he replies. “You’ll just have to experience it for yourself, witchy woman.”

And then he strokes inside of me, again and again and again, and my only thought is how he’s supposedly the gentle one, and yet he brutally fucks me until I scream his name, until he has me quivering with release after release, until I’m a puddle of goo. Only after he’s satisfied with my finishing does he finish himself before curling tightly against me.

He holds me through the night, and when morning comes, because it’s Sunday, he stays curled against my body then, too. I’ve never felt so safe.

Here in the mountains, no one can find us.

No one can take it away.

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Dinner that night is different. Not because it’s a Sunday and not because someone went into town and treated us with pizza. It’s because it suddenly feels like I’m really dining with family. I’ve apparently been accepted by everyone. Even Levi with his grumpiness and general silence sits closer to me now and says a few words. So what if it’s “you should try the margherita pizza”? It still counts. I’m counting it.

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