Page 18 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

I was doing fine. He should’ve let me talk.

“Excuse me?”

The tone in her voice is enough to terrify him. Ambrose just kind of backs up, his hands up like an innocent man.

Jolene blushes fiercely. I can even see it in the half-light of the hallway. She looks at each of us, clearly assembling a torrent of things to say, but she doesn’t have time.

On the other side of the game room, from the kids’ hallway, comes a small voice. The sound of a door opening and closing again.

“Daddy?” Cole calls out, knuckling his eyes sleepily.

“Hey, buddy!” I answer enthusiastically, happy for the distraction. “You had a good nap?”

He nods, and I rush toward him. Behind me, I hear voices, but I don’t know exactly what happens until I hear the decisive slamming of a door.

Jolene’s, I’m sure.

Chapter 7

JOLENE

Everything is a tornado of thoughts and feelings. My body is on fire. Ambrose’s kisses are sparks that burst quickly into flames in the kindling I had already set up inside myself.

For months I have been waiting for this. I have been teasing myself. I know that.

They have been teasing me too. I know that as well.

But as soon as we hear the other guys in the kitchen, we stop immediately.

And then, to my utter shock, Boone and Harrison say they are joining in.

And then, to my even greater shock, they stop.

“We talked about this,” Boone says doubtfully.

He is stopping this? He’s standing there with his giant muscles gleaming, his rack of abs begging to be played like a set of bongo drums. Stop? Is he crazy?

And I am on fire. Did I mention that I am on fire? My pussy is so hot I think my thighs are turning to barbecue.

“Excuse me?” I choke out, humiliated and furious and… horny.

Stupid horny. So horny that my brain is down to emergency functions only.

And then they all start agreeing with each other and moving away from me. Is this really happening?

Outrageous!

Ambrose puts his hands up like I am pointing a gun at him and backs away, looking guilty.

Harrison frankly looks like he could still be convinced.

But then I hear Cole’s little voice come from across the game room. He’s awake.

Boone turns around to face his son and talks to him.

I have to reel everything I want to say back into my mouth. It almost spills out. I almost said just a stream of… I do not even know what. Yelling, probably. Begging, a little bit? I don’t know. What do tragically horny women say in these kinds of situations?

“Well, isn’t this just… You know what? Fine!”

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