Page 5 of Save a Horse

I have a brief daydream of Jasper towering over me with his piercing gaze. He has a broody, commanding presence that’shard to ignore. I swallow hard and shake away the thought. “Doing what?”

“It’s opening day for his Christmas tree farm,” he explains. “It was pushed out a week so we’re hoping to make up for lost time.”

“A Christmas tree farm?” I bark out a laugh. “Don’t tell me, it’s in trouble, and we need to save Christmas?”

“Actually, that’s exactly what we need to do.” There isn’t a hint of teasing in his tone. He genuinely sounds… sad.

Fuck, I’m an asshole.

“Sorry, I thought you were joking. It’s the plot of most Christmas books and movies. His tree farm actually needs help?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “if this year doesn’t go well, he’ll have to shut it down.”

“I don’t think I would do well chopping down trees, or strapping them to cars, but I’m happy to help any way I can.”

“Thanks. Let him know you’re in.” Mitch hands me his phone and I’m frozen in shock. “Tell him you’re in… Unless you don’t want to come.” The last word comes out as a purr, sending a jolt straight to my pussy.

He rests his chin on my shoulder and reads aloud as I quickly type out a reply.

This is Amy. Mitch told me to reply for him. He asked if I could help and I’m happy to come tomorrow.

Why don’t you come tonight?

“Hmm, that’s a good question. Do you want to come tonight, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?”

I smack Mitch’s chest with the back of my hand, making him chuckle. “Will you stop with the innuendoes? Do you want my help or not?”

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asks against my skin, pressing soft kisses on my neck. My breath catches as he teases the waistband of my jeans.

“No,” I whimper. There are dozens of people around us, he won’t take things further—or at least he shouldn’t—despite every ounce of my body wanting him to.

“Tell him you’re mine for tonight. If he wants me to share, he’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

Heat pools in my belly at the thought of having both of them at the same time. Two men,or more, sharing me has always been a fantasy of mine. Two sets of hands on me. Two mouths licking, sucking, and kissing me. Two hard cocks filling me so full I scream out in pleasure…

Surely he didn’t mean it the way I heard it. My hands shake as I type out an innocent reply.

We will come by first thing in the morning. Have a great night!

Mitch takes the phone from me and tucks it in his pocket. “Okay, Aces”—he nips at my earlobe, making me gasp—“what do you say we find something a little less wholesome to do tonight?”

Mitch

“She’s my cousin, Mitchey. Off. Limits.”

Fuck that. Amy’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions. If she doesn’t want to go home with me, she doesn’t have to.

Before leaving, I make a point to say goodbye to the Comets and the Andersons who organise the tree lighting. I’m quick about it, but still polite, all too eager to get this blonde bombshell home.

The walk to the truck and the ride to my house is quiet. Too quiet. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she’s in her head. Reaching across the console, I take her hand in mine, waffling our fingers together. She lets out a sigh and asks, “So, who was that Greta person I saw in your messages?”

The question takes me off-guard, but I opt for the truth; there’s no use hiding it from her. If Amy wants me to drive her to wherever she’s staying after, I’d completely understand. “Tara, my stepsister you met today, well… she used to date her. I didn’t know, and when they were on a break, Imayhave hooked up with Greta. When it all came out, Greta suggested a threesome.”

“Are you serious?” She stifles a laugh. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was. If Tara wasn’t my sister, it would be hot. I didn’t grow up with Tara—our parents married when we were adults—but I don’t love that journey for me, you know? Hot in books, but reality is a bit different.”

Amy nods thoughtfully, taking it in. She surprises me when she carefully asks, “So, you’d be up for being with two people who aren’t relatives?”

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