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Yes, I know I’ve rolled my eyes at the traditions of my town. Fought against them. And what did that get me? Nothing good. Not one damn thing.

I’m tired of fighting against heritage and tradition.

We start with Creed leading me and Jake behind. His hands grab my hips and when he presses himself up against me his hard cock rubs my butt. And Creed’s pants bulge against my stomach. It's hard for me to concentrate on anything other than the rhythmic beat of the music as we sway, the two of them engulfing me and their cocks pressing me. There's no mistake that they want me. And I feel the same about them. My panties get damp as we continue to circle around the floor.

Midway through the song Creed carefully turns me so that I'm facing Jake and then Creed takes hold of my hips moving his big cock against the crack of my ass as we continue to sway and glide around the dance floor. Creed leans in and nuzzles my neck. His lips brush along my shoulder up toward my ear where he whispers, “Can you tell how much I want you, Tracy?”

I open my mouth to try to respond, but my mouth is so dry no sounds come out. And then Jake covers my lips with his and kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around the inside of my mouth dancing with my own. I'm lost in a haze of sensations and longing. I clutch Jake’s shirt with my hands, any semblance of a dance has vanished.

Presley, Daniel and Nash move past us and Nash says, “Get a room, you guys,” before they leave the dance floor.

It's rather embarrassing, but they aren't wrong and all I want at the moment is to be alone with my fated mates. I can't believe I am thinking of them that way. I was foolish for the way I had not believed in fated mates. Perhaps that was simply something I told myself to relieve the guilt over leaving Creed and Jake behind.

“I think he's right,” Creed whispers in my ear. His hot breath sends goosebumps skittering over my throat. As we are pressed together I can feel the arrow of love as though it is drawn between the three of us joining our hearts as one.

We manage to pay the bill and get in the truck and head back to their house without causing too much of a scene. As we travel along, Jake slides his hand up my thigh and cups the damp panties covering my pussy. “Oh baby,” he says. “Looks like you want us as much as we want you, don't you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I do.”

I don't know what's come over me, but it must be the arrow of love. I’m almost frantic, like I can’t get close enough to them and I’m desperate for their touches.

Finally we get to their house and Creed jumps out of the driver side door practically before he even shuts the engine off. Jake grabs hold of me and slides me out of the truck, tosses me over his shoulder fireman-style and trots up the steps of their house. Creed has the door open and before I know it I'm upstairs in the master bedroom.

Jake lays me gently on the bed. The two of them stand over me. I look up to see them peering down at me, their faces filled with emotion. I stare up at them, my mouth hangs open in wonder that we are all together like this. I lick my lips and reach my hands out to them. They both join me on the bed, one on either side of me.

“I have something I have to tell you,” I say to them. I'm very nervous about this but I have to say it. “I'm a virgin.” I make my confession. “I don't know why, but every time I tried to date while I was away from you it always ended up in disaster. Even the one or two times when I got close to being intimate with a man, bizarre incidents happened. Once the sprinklers went off in a hotel room. It was the strangest thing. But now, I know it was the arrow of love. It was protecting me and saving me for the two of you.”

Then a new thought occurs to me and I laugh. “Oh my God. That’s why I lost my job and ended up in jail. It was the arrow of love! Man, that thing will go to extreme lengths to get its way.”

The two of them look at each other and start laughing. “Yes!” Jake says.

“That explains so much. We've tried dating too,” Creed says. “And it's been disastrous.”

“Yeah,” Jake says. “Just last night we tried going on a date with Colleen Sullivan and a group of guys came into the bar and got into a fight with us and she left with them.”

“No!” I say.

“Yes,” Jake added. “We tried to go to Las Vegas to meet someone like Ethan and Hawke did, but the flight was canceled because the whole crew got the flu.”

“The arrow of love must have been protecting us too. Saving us to be with you.”

I stare up into both of their handsome faces. They are so different, Jake with his blond hair and Creed with his dark good looks, but the two of them complete me. I've probably known it for years, but I didn't want to admit it. Not to myself. Not to them. But now, at this moment, there is no reason to hold back. I can see how holding back has damaged me, and them. And I don't want that anymore.

I reach up with my hands and caress each of their faces. “I'm so very sorry,” I say, my heart breaking a tiny amount as I look at them. “I caused all of us so much heartache. And I'm truly sorry.”

As if they've rehearsed it, each of them turns their head and kisses the palm of my hand before turning back to me. “Please stop. No more apologizing. We are together now and that's what matters,” Creed says.

“Yes,” Jake says, his blue eyes boring into mine as though he can see all the way to my soul. “We're together now. Now and for always.”

“Yes,” I say. “Yes.”

“It's time to stop talking and start doing, don't you think?” Jake says with a wolfish grin.

Suddenly I’m nervous. This is it. Being claimed by my fated mates. And, I've never done this before. I've never even been naked with a man. But just looking at them and the tender way they're gazing at me fills me with confidence and reassurance.

“Trust us,” Creed says, reaching out to stroke his fingers along the side of my face. “We'll take care of you, sweetheart. Always.”

CHAPTER11

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