Page 4 of Bred Winner

“The logistics of what?” Her gaze bounces between us.

“Bedding you, love.” Oakley shrugs.

“Breeding you, babe.” Tristan grins.

Loving you,I think, but I keep that one to myself. Maybe the full happily ever after is too much for Alora right now. Maybe we focus on the motherhood aspect of her desires and slip the four of us together forever in later.

“You guys are crazy.”

“We’re not, Alora.” I shake my head. “We love you. You love us, right?”

“Of course, I do.” She flashes me her puppy dog eyes I love so well. “I love you with all my heart.”

“And you’re attracted to us?” Tristan asks, because of course he’d be the one to ask that.

“Yes.” She chuckles and waves her hand. “Along with every other woman in the Rocky Mountain region.”

I grin. “So, you wouldn’t mind us giving you orgasms and pumping you full of our cum nightly?”

Her eyes grow so wide and her jaw drops so low that Oakley feels the need to hook his finger under her chin. “Let me close that, love.”

I chuckle deep in my throat. “Sorry, sweets. I know I’ve never talked to you like that before, but if we’re going to be intimate, you get this side of us.”

“The crude side?” she chokes.

“The carnal side,” Tristan states flatly.

“You need to see us as not only the goofballs who will move heaven and earth to be there for you, but the alpha males who can take care of your every want and desire.”

“No more mister nice guy?” Oakley quirks a brow and chuckles low in his throat.

I shake my head but keep my eyes on her. “No more being banished to the friend zone.”

Alora says nothing, bouncing her gaze between us, meeting each one of us in the eye. Then tears fill her eyes, and she blinks rapidly to hold them back. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re all I have,” she whimpers, and I have to wonder if she’s already taking hormones. Alora is the toughest chick we know, and she rarely cries, but when she has, it’s been on our shoulders. “I can’t risk losing you.”

I exchange glances with my best friends—my brothers, my partners in crime—and realize I’m going to have to bring up the one thing we all agreed not to talk about, making sure we never embarrassed her. “You’ve made out with each one of us a couple of times over the years, and we didn’t let that affect our bond. We are more than friends. Don’t you see that?”

Her eyes drop to her lap. “I wondered if you knew about that. About each other.”

Oakley slides his hand onto her lap, wrapping his meaty fingers around her delicate ones. “Of course we talked about it. And sure, there was some jealousy, but we dealt with it. We’re not willing to give up our four-way relationship either, Alora. You, us, we’re all we’ve got, too.”

Another period of silence descends between us, and I feel like now is the time to back up and give her some space. I lean forward and kiss her forehead, taking the chair and moving back to the other side of the table. I motion to the waitress to take our orders, because let’s be honest, we always order the same thing.

“Let’s grab some food and table this conversation for a few minutes.” I place our order and then lean back in my chair, my gaze bouncing between Oakley, Tristan, and our girl.

Alora brings her eyes up. “How would this work?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure.”

“Schedule,” Oakley says again.

“And sex,” Tristan smiles. “Lots of sex.”

I chuckle when her eyes grow wide and a blush hits her cheeks. “Come on, Alora. It’s us. The same three loveable goofballs you’ve always counted on. What are you really asking?”

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