Page 39 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

Jasper’s hand wrapped around my wrist, tightening painfully as he glared at me. His hold prevented me from continuing to stab my finger into his chest, but the small act of violence had made me feel a little better at least.

“Did you even listen to what he said, Brat?”

I scowled up at him and went back through Wolfe’s words. As soon as their meaning dawned on me, my anger deflated a little. I looked over my shoulder at the other two. “What do you mean exactly?”

Wolfe’s lips twitched, but it was Kip who answered. “We share one woman.”

My eyes narrowed as I considered that. It would honestly solve my problem of having to choose between them, but…was it really possible? “Why would you do that?” I asked. “You guys are so…”

“What, Little Bunny?” Wolfe prompted, his smile growing.

My lips thinned out into a line. They were having fun at my expense and it irritated me. “You’re hot,” I shot back. “And,” I snatched my wrist away from Jasper and waved my hand up and down, encompassing Wolfe’s body as I turned, “you know. Not to mention incredibly kind and protective.” I gave Jasper a droll look. “Well, some of you,” I amended. I wasn’t ready to let go of my anger for him, despite the fact that it was a misunderstanding.Mymisunderstanding. That wasn’t the point.

His smile was more of a baring of teeth, so I turned away from him and focused on the other two.

“We prefer to share, though only with each other. We’re moody, possessive bastards most of the time and wouldn’t respond well to our woman flirting with other men.”

“Or talking to them,” Jasper growled from beside me.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I still don’t understand why you’d do that when you could each have your own?”

“We live together when we’re not out on missions,” Kip explained. “We’ve pretty much integrated our lives together to the point where it’s just easier to share everything we have. We’re gone so much, keeping three women satisfied isn’t as easy as keeping one happy.”

I frowned and looked around at each of them. “Do you guys…all sleep with her?”

They all chuckled at my question. “Yeah, Brat. We do,” Jasper told me.

“...together?”

“Yes,” they answered in unison.

My eyes widened as my mind went through all the possibilities that would entail. My mouth dried out and a dull pulse began pounding between my thighs. “And do you…sleep with each other?”

“No,” again they answered together, but Wolfe continued on, “we consider each other brothers. And while we’ll share and don’t give a shit about seeing each other naked, we’re not into men.”

That made sense. Well, as much sense as the rest of this made. “I didn’t realize men did this,” I told them, a little hesitant because I didn’t want to offend them.

“Most don’t,” Jasper said with a shrug of his large shoulders. “It’s just something that has worked for us.”

“We know a few other groups of men who do the same,” Wolfe amended, “but it isn’t super common.”

“Most guys don’t really enjoy sharing,” Kip said. A sexy grin formed on his face. “We find it hot.” His eyes raked over my body and a shiver spread through me.

“What we’re saying, Bailey,” Wolfe continued, “is that we want you to be our girlfriend.”

I bit the insides of my lips. “Wait, so you don’t already have one?” I’d already figured that out, but I needed to hear them say it. To get the clarification.

Wolfe and Kip shook their heads. My nose scrunched up and I tossed Jasper a small apologetic smile. “You’re still a jerk,” I said, though the edge was missing.

His dark brow arched up as he stared down at me. I wasn’t going to apologize for jumping to that conclusion. Any sane woman would have. That’s what I was telling myself anyway. Giving into the nickname he’d given me, I stuck my tongue out at him. I also stepped away from his side and toward the other two. I didn’t have a death wish, after all.

His sound of displeasure told me I’d made the right move there. “Once you’re ours I’m going to tame that brat right out of you,” he warned.

“I kind of like it,” Kip replied with a grin. “It’s entertaining to watch the two of you.”

“Agreed,” Wolfe told him.

Jasper just glared at them. Despite his words, there wasn’t any real heat behind them. I could tell he wasn’t really serious and his nickname had felt more like a term of endearment rather than an insult for a long time now.

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