Page 24 of Tangled Passion

“Stay where you are for now and let Garrett and me unzip our blankets.”

She nodded.

Within a minute, both men were ready.

“I’m going to unzip you now, Baby,” Trey said.

He quickly unzipped her bag, and between him and his brother, he spread it out and both blankets over all three.

“Jesus Christ, woman, you feel like an ice cube,” Garrett complained.

Madelyn gasped against his chest.

Trey almost snorted until he felt her hands and feet. Fuck, she could have really been hurt or worse if they hadn’t shown up. He pushed her up against his brother, making her lay tightly by his side, and then moved in. He got as close to her as possible and wrapped his arm around her middle.

Both men moved their hands over her, helping her feel the warmth of their bodies and stimulate her circulation. Herchattering stopped, and he heard her sigh and cuddle against them.

“How are you doing, Baby?” Trey asked.

“Good. God, you guys are warm,” she murmured.

The men grinned at each other over her shoulder.

He bit back a groan when she wiggled around. He set his hand on her hip. “Stay still, Baby.”

She blinked up at him. “Why? I can always move to the side.”

He thought she was kidding at first, but the innocent look in her eyes told him everything. “You’re not going anywhere. If you move around like you’re doing, it makes my brother and me hornier than we already are, and it’s already uncomfortable.”

Madelyn rolled to her back and looked at one and then the other. “You’re horny? Sexually?”

Trey glanced at his brother and then back at her. “Baby, when is the last time you’ve had sex?”

He watched as a tide of red crept over her face. “Answer me?”

“I’m not for certain, but it was when I got pregnant with my daughter.”

Both men were shocked. “How old is she?”

“T-twenty-seven.”

The thought reeled through his head. How could this woman go so long without affection or sex?

“Why?” Garrett asked.

“My husband didn’t like sex, so we only did it … I don’t know … maybe a dozen times,” she said.

“How long were you married?” Trey asked.

“He died when Amy was three, and I was twenty-four, I think.”

No fucking way. “Did you have sex before marriage with someone else?”

She shook her head. “I took care of my parents before I married. I had to put them in an Alzheimer’s center for their safety. Although both my parents had it, my mom had the worst dementia.”

“The man was gay. I’d bet a thousand bucks,” Garrett said.

“I would, too,” Trey answered. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents, Baby.”

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