Page 2 of Perfidious Passion

Eyeing the cheesy concoction in two separate glass cake pans, I wipe the sweat from my forehead before bending over and putting them in the oven. With a huff, I whip my T-shirt off and toss it on a bar stool.

In leggings and a black sports bra, I tighten my short red pigtails and get to work on cleaning up the kitchen. As much as I would rather go curl up on the couch with my book, everyone will be happier eating dinner in a clean space.

My bare toes smoosh in a clump of cheese. "Ugh," I grumble and bend to pluck the goo from between my toes.

"Damn, girl..."

A smirk steals the cringe from my face. With the cheese tossed aside, I peek around my legs, still bent over like an offering for Dean and Caleb. "What?" I tease, batting my lashes.

Moaning under his breath, Caleb folds himself over me, pressing his hard cock against my ass. Against my ear, he rumbles, "These leggings are a little see-through, dirty girl. You trying to entice me and my brother with those hot pink panties?"

I make a mental note not to wear this pair out in public anymore and wiggle against his bulge. Pushing myself back up, Caleb keeps himself tucked against me with his arms around my bare waist. "Sounds like you need to take me shopping."

"It's a date," Dean agrees, smiling over at me as he wipes away some cream I spilled on the counter.

I frown even as I tilt my head to the side to allow his twin brother access to kiss and nibble on my sensitive flesh. "You didn't have to do that, D. But thank you."

"You're welcome." Dean kisses my cheek on his way to grab the lightweight vacuum. I can't resist watching his tight ass walkaway, his sweatpants doing nothing to hide what his squats do for him.

Caleb chuckles and spins me around before lifting me up onto the counter. "Want to see mine, too?"

I swat his chest with a laugh. His black hair flops over his forehead haphazardly, and like always, his bright gray eyes gleam with barely restrained mischievousness. "Move. I need to clean up my mess. Please," I add, hoping he'll listen.

"No." One dark brow quirks, and his plump lips twist as usual with a slight grin. This man tests my patience. Lifting his clean, sharp jaw toward my e-reader on the charger beside the coffeepot, he says, "Go read. You made dinner."

"We'll clean up!" Dean's smile is softer, his heart and feelings always worn on his sleeve. "Dinner smells good, baby."

My shoulders straighten, making my breasts pop out, and my men eye me like I'm the only meal they want. Between Dean's praise and their obvious appreciation of my body, I'm on cloud fucking nine.

I don't fight them when they set me up on the couch with a glass of wine, my favorite blanket, chocolate-covered almonds and my e-reader. The girl in my book just got kidnapped, but my attention is split between the story and my two guys cleaning the kitchen.

I watch them over the back of the couch, feeling comforted and taken care of. I do feel bad for not helping them clean, but it looks like they're having fun with it, so I snuggle in and wait for the timer to beep.

"Oh shit!" I shout and jump from my little cocoon. Rushing to the kitchen, I ignore their worried looks and set the timer on the microwave for fifty-five minutes. Hopefully, that'll give me enough time to check it before it burns.

Before they can poke fun at me for forgetting, the garage door opens. My heart thumps fast, excited to see Aaron and hear about his day.

Lilly

FEB. 7TH - FRIDAY

“Do you think he got it?" Dean asks Caleb.

While they discuss the possibility of Aaron getting his dream job, I'm frazzled with nerves. If he didn't get it, he's going to be in a bad mood. Maybe I should go out and pick up some brownie mix. Or I could ask him what he wants when I see him.

"Hey, husband!" Caleb hoots, swooping around the island to plant a kiss on Aaron's smiling lips as he rounds the corner. "How'd it go?"

Our relationship is unconventional or just flat out wrong in many people's opinions. So I haven't been able to marry the three people I love with all my heart. We had to choose, and because Caleb and Aaron are also madly in love with each other, they have legal documents stating they are husbands. Me? I'm married to Dean on paper, but in life, I'm wife, lover, best friend, and partner to all three of them.

"I got it. I got the job!"

"HELL YES!" Caleb hollers, making Aaron stagger back with the force of his victory kiss.

Dean snorts and tosses a rag at them. "Get a room!"

Not a day goes by that I'm not severely grateful for the family we have created together. My sweet Dean may only have me, but these two are his brothers—one a twin, the other a brother husband.

I giggle and approach the lovebirds slowly, not wanting to take away from their moment together. I needn't have worried.

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