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“I don’t. What we had is old, but this is also new. There will be some growing pains. Truthfully, I wasn’t looking for acommitted relationship, either. But, I agree, it’s working toward that.”

He was right. What she had in the past with Dylan was old, but what they were building was new. They needed to keep looking forward.

“Do you mind?” she asked tentatively.

“I wouldn’t keep inviting you two over if I did.” Dylan’s answer rang true.

Ford gave him a nod. “And we wouldn’t keep coming over if we did, either.”

When she stepped into Dylan’s arms, he squeezed her tight and put his lips against her temple. “When you’re ready, and only when you’re ready, I want to hear about your reaction to Ford being on the roof. I can guess but I never want to assume.”

After all these years, she thought she had that grief under control, but seeing Ford working on the roof brought it roaring back to the surface.

“It’s up to you if and when you want to have that conversation, darlin’. If you don’t and I have your permission, I can tell Dylan another time.”

She nodded. Ford had been on site when the accident occurred, so he knew more details than her. He had shielded her from the worst of it. He’d also dealt with heavy guilt since it happened while Kyle was on a job for Ford’s construction company.

Of course, Erin never held it against him. An accident was just that. Ford had always followed safety protocols and required his employees to do the same, especially since it had been his business, insurance and reputation on the line.

But sometimes, no matter how careful someone was, things happened…

“Please. I don’t need to relive it.” Pulling in a bolstering breath, she picked up the small cooler from the ground whereshe’d dropped it. She didn’t want the day to be ruined due to her unexpected meltdown. “Dani took the time to pack us a delicious lunch. I don’t want it, or this beautiful weather, to go to waste. We won’t be able to do this come winter and it’ll be here before we know it.”

“Why don’t we go and sit by the lake to share it, then,” Dylan suggested, taking the cooler from her fingers.

Ford agreed. “That’s a good idea.”

That short walk and getting away from the bunkhouse might help blow out the rest of the clinging bad memories of her husband falling off a roof and breaking his neck.

While it had been quick and she was assured he didn’t suffer, everyone he left behind sure did.

Dylan offered Erin his empty hand and when she took it, he intertwined their fingers. Ford stepped up to her other side, took that hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Then she walked hand in hand with her two men over to the beautiful lake to share their delicious lunch and soak in some of the warm sunshine. They spent their lunch talking about the future and ignoring the past.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Ford was normally a heavy sleeper,but to think he wouldn’t wake up with what was happening next to him was laughable.

Or maybe they did it on purpose.

Either way, the bed rocking, along with Erin’s moans, groans and gasps, as well as Dylan’s grunts as he pounded his cock into her, was enough to wake the dead.

He glanced over at the clock to see it was still a couple of hours away from sunrise. Since all three of them had the day off, they had a private trail ride scheduled for later that morning.

Only, someone decided to go for a ride earlier than planned.

After sliding up the heavy-duty headboard into a seated position, Ford shoved the covers off his lap, circled his erection with a tight grip and milked his cock from root to tip.

Erin, flat on her back, was being fucked missionary style. With her legs wrapped around Dylan’s hips, she met him thrust for thrust. Her nails raking down his back left behind scratches deep enough to see in the faint light. At the same time, Dylan had his lips latched around her nipple, pulling it deep.

Erin threw her head back and gasped when Dylan’s jaw shifted. Ford easily figured out what he was doing since Ford had done it plenty of times himself. His teeth were scissoring thetip of her nipple. Erin loved it when it was done with the right amount of pressure. Based on the ecstasy filling her face, Dylan must have figured out what that perfect amount was.

Ford should join in, but he was actually enjoying the show. What was happening in the early hours of the morning wasn’t atypical. They had sex with each other individually, as well as when all three were involved, and it could happen any time of the day or night. If one of their triad was in the mood, they could always find at least one other, if not both, eager to play.

The openness and variety within their budding relationship made Ford pleased with the arrangement.

Sometimes one watched as two of them fucked. Like right now. And sometimes two of them watched the third masturbating.

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