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Her eyes widened and then her lips turned up in a slow, sexy smile. “After just one time? I barely ever tried.”

My dick thumped against her and she let out a gasp. “He wants back in, baby.”

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***Brooke***

When we got back to the house the sun was coming up and Noah and Logan were both up and getting ready for work. I was in my ripped dress and Colt’s shirt, leaving no room for mistaking what we’d been doing.

I stood there, in the middle of them, and felt the tension rising. After the night with Colt, though, I was feeling shy and embarrassed. Knowing they knew I’d been with him all night was enough to engage all of my running tendencies. I stared at the floor, scared of what I’d see on their faces. Would Noah and Logan understand or be angry? The rules had changed and I didn’t know what was happening.

“Gotta go!” I tried to run to the stairs but Noah caught my arm and pulled me to a stop. I squeaked and covered my face with my hands. “I’m not leaving. I’m just running and hiding in my bedroom upstairs. Let me have that, please!”

He let out a low laugh and then I was wrapped in his arms as he held me tight. “Before you run and hide, I have a question for you.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for marriage yet.”

Noah sputtered. “W-what? Brooke? I was just going to… What the hell happened between you two last night?!”

I let out a childish giggle. “Just kidding.”

Logan stroked the back of my head. “Go easy on him, little bunny. He’s had a long, jealous night. We both have.”

I felt guilty instantly. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Colt’s one word was said like a declaration that was going to be obeyed, no matter what. “You’re not sorry. You had a good night and that’s okay.”

“Of course, it’s okay. You don’t need to feel sorry for anything, little bunny.” Logan tugged me from Noah’s arms and held me. “You’ve done enough apologizing.”

“I just wanted to ask if you’d come with us to Sinclair’s birthday party in the park tomorrow. I want you there and so does Sinclair. She made it clear that if I didn’t bring you, I wasn’t trying hard enough.” Noah flashed me a bright smile. “So? What do you say to a kid’s party?”

I nodded before a thought occurred to me. “What about Kelly? She doesn’t like me and I don’t want to cause trouble. It’s her daughter’s birthday party and if she doesn’t want me there, that’s fair.”

“Kelly’s not an issue for you to worry about.” Colt gripped the back of my neck. “Right?”

Noah nodded. “If I thought it’d be a problem, I wouldn’t have brought it up. I’d never chance traumatizing Sinclair with a big messy fight.”

“I don’t think you could traumatize that child. She’s fierce.” Logan slowly let me go and then gently pushed me towards the stairs. “You’re coming. Now go get some rest.”

I fought a yawn. “Don’t need rest. I need to go paint.”

The three of them turned on me with stern looks on their faces.

I groaned. “I forgot how bossy you three could be when you team up. Not fair.”

I decided I was too tired to argue with them so I went upstairs and crawled into bed. I slept until noon and then took a shower and went to the diner to get lunch. I ran into Aunt Karlene, holding court there, and had to roll my eyes as I watched her tell a tourist wearing a t-shirt with a skinnier body in a bikini on it that she was cursed but that burning the shirt would remove it. I sat with her when the woman left, sans her t-shirt.

Aunt Karlene held up the novelty t-shirt and grinned. “I’m going to give this to your mom for Christmas.”

“You’re terrible.”

“And you’re having more sex than most of the people in Beaumont. Except for me and your mom. Although I don’t know how she’s having so much sex with that Jimmy. He’s terrible. He keeps his compression socks on during sex. Your mom won’t admit it but I saw them.”

I shuddered and tapped my head, mimicking her. “Don’t you have better things to see?”

“No, I actually saw them. Butt naked and getting rug burns in places you can only imagine. Don’t walk barefoot in your momma’s living room.” She shook her head. “I just thought the women in our family had more sense. You do. You’re getting it three ways from Sunday by the three hottest bachelors in town. Big dicks, hard abs, and asses that just won’t quit. You’re lucky I never figured out how toFreaky Fridayyour ass. I’d be swinging those men from the chandelier over my bed.”

I heaved out a giant sigh. “You’re a monster.”

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