Page 29 of Christmas with Three Cowboys

“We’re brothers,” Colton says. “We don’t keep secrets from one another, and we share everything. It’s how we’ve remained close over the years, through school, boot camp, the Rangers, and hell itself. It’s how we survived and ultimately thrived. We shareeverything.”

Outside, an icy wind howls, making the windows rattle ever so slightly.

“We’ve shared women over the years,” Colton adds. “It’s how we function, Melissa. So, I don’t care that you and Ethan kissed. If anything, I welcome it. I’m glad you’re drawn to him as you are to me. I can tell you’re into Mitch, too.”

My gaze shoots up and I feel my face burring.

Mitch chuckles softly. “There it is… the adorable indignation.”

“You share women?” I mumble.

“Intimately. Emotionally. Yes,” Ethan says. “It’s not your usual menage. It’s on a much deeper level.”

“A level I know you’re capable of reaching with us, if you want to,” Colton says. “Look at me, Melissa.”

I look at him, my heart thudding viciously and toying with my resolve. It shatters my dignity, and I find myself imagining what it would be like to put all these desires I’ve been experiencing into practice.

They share their women. What would that be like for me?

“I’m looking,” I whisper.

My resistance snaps like a twig.

“What do you see?” Colton asks, the depth of his voice causing the heat to penetrate my spine as he comes closer.

“A man I’ve already given myself to.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Without hesitation,” I manage, my lower lip trembling slightly.

Ethan joins him in this slow but steady siege of my senses. “Would you let me join you?” he asks, and my head moves in a nodding motion before I can stop it.

“Will you let us share you tonight?” Colton inquires, desire blazing in the blue diamonds of his beautiful eyes.

“I will.”

Mitch offers a soft smile. “Just so you don’t feel overwhelmed, I’d like to watch.”

“You’d like to… watch?” I mumble, my core clenching with savage anticipation.

“You’re one hell of a woman, Melissa. But if we’re going to do this right, we have to take it one step at a time,” Mitch replies, hands in his pockets. The hard bulge in the front of his pantsmakes my throat dry. An image of him ramming into me flashes before my eyes.

And I nod again. “Okay.”

“Come here,” Colton says and pulls me into his arms.

His kiss blows my mind. Our tongues entwine. Our lips crush together as I breathe him in and taste him. Ethan moves to get behind me, and I’m sandwiched between their hard, exquisite bodies. Our hands roam everywhere, fingertips registering every line, every curve, every layer of fabric left between us.

“Put your hands up,” Ethan whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my lobe.

I do as I’m told, shivering with desire as he takes my top off. My breasts are naked, basking in Colton’s full attention. He brings his hands up and fondles them, squeezing and kneading the flesh while I rest my hands on his sculpted shoulders. Ethan peels my pants off, and I’m naked. Vulnerable. Theirs for the taking.

Colton trails kisses down the side of my neck, while Ethan explores my shoulders, one at a time. My skin burns, a fire expanding from within as Colton’s lips close around my nipple, as Ethan bites into my neck.

“Oh, damn,” I hear myself gasp, stealing a glance at Mitch.

He sits in the chair by the window, his legs comfortably spread, while one hand rests on that ginormous bulge in his jeans. Hunger radiates from under those long, black lashes, his lips slightly parted as he watches the Avery twins pull me apart, piece by piece.

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