Page 1 of Slow Ride

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Five Years Ago

Wren kicked back in her favorite leather recliner.Sure, the thing was beat up to the point of leaking stuffing.Worse because she never remembered to take her work boots off before sitting in it.But it was comfy and still smelled faintly like the two guys she’d been missing a hell of a lot, more every day they were gone.

Of course, she couldn’t be too sad since they were off saving the world or some shit while she was stuck in Middletown, living her boring barely-getting-by life, and working as a roving specialty welder.If Jordan and Johnny weren’t so damn noble, she probably wouldn’t love them half as much as she did.Yet even a portion of her admiration and lust would still be more than she’d ever conceived was possible until she’d experienced it herself.

She rubbed her chest and thought about rubbing other stuff too.Just the idea of Jordan and Johnny could turn her on.And it had been too damn long since they’d been home—in her bed—to do something about it.Going cold turkey after being spoiled bytwoof the world’s finest lovers wasn’t easy.

Wren had already burned through the entire stash of batteries they’d left her as a parting gag gift when they’d gone on this latest assignment to who-knew-where.Jordan and Johnny were special agents for ICE.That meant they traveled frequently and did stuff they didn’t like to talk much about when they came back, though she’d deduced they were focused on smuggling operations at the border.She respected their desire to leave that heavy shit at work, as there was plenty of stuff in her past she didn’t care to rehash or dwell on either.

Usually their job wasn’t too dangerous, according to what they’d divulged, but lately…well, things had been changing in the world.

Wren took a gulp of the chilled white wine she’d poured herself and closed her eyes.She pictured her boyfriends’ faces the last time they’d all lain in bed together, tangled in the sheets, their grins and bright eyes proof that they’d enjoyed what they’d shared as much as she had.

People assumed that just because she looked one way—like a blond-haired blue-eyed angel or, god forbid, a beauty queen—that she had to act that way too.Fuck that.She’d never been one to use the right fork at a fancy dinner or dress as prim and proper as her mother had wished.

So why should it be any different when it came to her love life?

Jordan and Johnny had made her see that there was nothing wrong with being greedy in bed.They hadn’t said so yet, but they both loved her.Nearly as much as she adored them, she was sure.They worked together, as a team, to make sure she knew it even without exchanging those three little words that too many people said without really meaning.

It had started out innocently enough.Johnny had hired her to fix a crack in the hull of his aluminum fishing boat last spring.She remembered how he’d insisted on helping her carry her gear down the weathered dock.Not because she was a woman, but because he was a gentleman and would have helped anyone who’d come out there that day.His favorite country singer, Kason Cox, had crooned about secret love from a dusty old radio in the corner of the shed near the no-frills cabin situated on massive Lake Logan, about fifteen miles outside of Middletown.

They had been joined shortly by Jordan.Wren had been grateful for her face shield, which had kept them from seeing how her eyes bugged out while trying not to stare at two of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen right there, side by side, in one place.

After her work was finished, they’d shared a few beers, some flirtation, and then several kisses, each of the guys taking turns blowing her mind and all of her preconceived notions about what a romantic relationship should look like right out of that cool lake water.

From the moment they’d met, there had been no resisting the attraction between them.

They’d spent the entire summer together, rivaling the scorching sun with the heat that radiated from them whenever they collided.After months of showing her exactly how much he appreciated her strength, passion, and independence, Johnny had finally convinced Wren that wearing one of the sexy dresses he’d spotted in the back of her closet didn’t make her a vapid woman.It took longer than it should have because of the associations she’d formed between clothes like that and the socialites who wore them to her mother’s parties.

Wren rolled her wineglass over her forehead, but it was too late.Her mind was already reliving that night.The one that had altered something inside her.The one that had made her sure they belonged together.For good.

Johnny had talked her into trying on that fiery red dress.When she’d emerged from her bedroom draped in the bold silk, Jordan had dropped his beer.None of them had bothered to wipe up the spilled liquid or the shards of green glass.

Instead, both men had moved as one, closing in on her.

Johnny had twirled her, dancing around the living room to the Kason Cox song that had come on again—the same one from the boathouse, “Secret Love”.And she’d taken that as an omen.They were meant for the everlasting bond the singer was searching for in his heart-wrenching song.

Remembering the way they’d kissed her—Jordan with fierce urgency, and Johnny with aching tenderness—she nearly sank through their favorite recliner.They satisfied both halves of her.The rough-and-tumble tomboy side and the more girly facets she’d always been afraid to embrace for fear they would make her weaker.

Jordan was never afraid to give her what she needed, even if he was sometimes coarse or rough.He knew she could handle his blunt desire.His confidence inspired her to let loose and embrace the parts of her she’d been told were too brash, too bold, and too rugged.

But Johnny… He was always there to make sure she was safe.He coddled her and tended to the parts that needed nurturing no matter how much she wished they didn’t.Johnny made sure that if she and Jordan got carried away, she had somewhere to recover after the storm.He was her shelter and the man who grounded her while passion whipped around them all.

Wren was no blushing virgin.Still, she’d never experienced anything like what Jordan and Johnny could heap on her, fucking her all night long, refusing to stop until she had run out of orgasms and was too exhausted to try for more.She shifted in the chair, rubbing her thighs together as if that would help.

She certainly hadn’t set out to have two men in her life.It had just happened that way.She’d met the partners, both special agents, who were so much more than coworkers.They were two halves of one sexy, tempting whole.Friends and both her lovers.

And now she couldn’t imagine her love life any other way.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true.

She took another sip of her wine as she thought about the possessive desire she’d seen in Jordan’s eyes.Aimed not only at her, but also at Johnny.At first, she had thought she’d imagined it.Over time, his hunger had grown undeniable.At least to her.Johnny seemed oblivious to Jordan’s heated stares and how hard he got every time they accidentally touched while making love to her.Ignoring the truth any longer could cause a rift in their relationship.Wren wasn’t willing to risk losing the best thing she’d ever had over some dumbass misunderstanding.

She had been close to broaching the subject or maybe facilitating something forbidden and naughty between the guys in bed, bringing the two men closer.Their triad didn’t yet feel perfect, or complete, with them paying all their attention to her and ignoring the bond between themselves.Right before she’d worked up the courage to press the issue, her men had been shipped off on this assignment without any warning at all.

So she’d spent the few months apart practicing her speech.The one she intended to give when they returned, to hopefully bond them together as strongly as the chassis she’d welded for a specialty auto restoration shop—Hot Rods—earlier that day.

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