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her head back and forth.

“No…I…no. Wasn’t me.”

Tyler laughed and patted her butt. His face turned serious. “I think

you’ll be easy to keep.”

Cole inhaled sharply. Damn. The sudden possessive feeling hit him

like a freight train. He couldn’t imagine not sharing her with Ty but he

wanted more. He wanted all of her, including his ring on her finger. In

the end, he just hoped to hell Ty was going to be okay with his plan since

polygamy was just a tiny bit illegal in the state of Missouri.

“I’m most definitely happy with that decision,” Cole said.

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“Hello. Once again, the jelly in this sandwich is being left out of the

conversation involving her life.”

Cole chuckled. “Sorry, babe.” He leaned over and kissed the skin

below her ear.

“Like I’ve said before, you can’t keep me. I’m a person, not a toy.”

“Mmm, you’re our toy. Your dear father delivered you to us

personally, and I for one, am not about to give you back.”

“I second that.”

“Ugghh.” Bri’s feet hit the pavement as she stood, Tyler’s wet cock

pulling out of her sheath with a sucking noise, telling Cole just how hot

she’d been for them.

“What? You want to go back to him?”

“Want? No, never, but there are a lot of things I
want
I don’t get, so

how is this any different?” Her hands landed on her hips, thrusting the

hard nipples of her breasts out.

Unconsciously, Cole’s fingers reached for one and Bri blindly slapped

it away.

“Hey,” he said, pulling back the offended hand.

Tyler sat up on the lounge, his cock softening now because they were

talking about something other than sex.

“What kind of things do you want, little one?”

“What?” She swiveled to look at Tyler, her face skewed like she had

no idea what he was asking her.

“I said, what things do you want that you don’t get?”

“That’s not important,” she snapped. Cole tried not to smile when her

head swung back his direction. He loved getting her flustered. “My father,

once again, is not going to let you get away with this.”

“You’re worried about him again?” Cole asked. He let his head drop,

tired of having this conversation. What the hell, he’d throw it out there

and see what happened. “Your father wouldn’t be able to say anything if

we were married.”

“But…” she spluttered and her arms drooped to her sides.

She was totally heedless of the fact she was standing before them

gloriously naked. He smiled to himself. Her face, seconds before he and

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Ty fucked her, had been priceless. She’d searched with wild eyes for

anybody who might be able to see them. He should have told her he’d

already dismissed most of the staff for the day.

Tyler cleared his throat and Cole wondered if he was going to tell him

to back off. “I still want to know what things you didn’t get.”

Nope, Ty was still stuck on what to get her for her birthday, uncaring

about the fact they’d been ignoring him.

“Married? What are you talking about? I don’t even know you. You

haven’t even asked.” Her hands shot back to her hips, her lips curled in

a snarl, and she stomped her foot, making Cole smile.

She was indignant as hell. He guessed he would be too if he were a

woman. As for him asking, uh-uh, not gonna happen. He wouldn’t lose

her on the principle of letting her choose. Besides, her body had already

chosen for her, it was her stubborn pride that was giving her fits.

“You have a say. I’ll let you pick the dress,” Cole granted.

“Ooh, thanks for being so gracious.”

“I’m waiting with bated breath to know what you want,” Tyler said.

“Don’t get smart with me,” Cole rumbled.

“Or what,” she spat, not paying any attention to Tyler.

Cole resisted the urge to start counting. “I’m gonna turn you over this

lounge chair and smack your tight little ass.”

“Please?” she pouted. “I love it when you spank me.”

“Lord, we’ve created a monster,” he groaned.

“Could you please tell me what it is you want that you’ve not gotten?”

Tyler’s voice rose an octave. He and Bri swung their gazes to him.

“Jeez, why do you need to know so bad?” Bri huffed.

“So I can get you something for your birthday,” he answered with a

goofy smile.

“My birthday isn’t for three more months.”

“Tell us.”

“Fine.” She plopped onto the chair, adjusting her bikini top so it

covered her again. Cole let her, feeling magnanimous.

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God, they were like a pair of bulldogs. They got their teeth in

something and wouldn’t let go.

“We’re waiting.”

“Give me a sec.” Brianna dropped her head in her hands and

wondered how they had gone from the absolute best sex in the world to

discussing her life-long desires. Things were moving way to fast. One

minute she was living a sheltered, unwanted life, the next she was being

pampered and fucked more times than she could count, and being told

she was getting married. Hmm, that would put a real kink in Caroline’s

back, wouldn’t it?

The scary thing was she wanted it too. She’d come to the point she

couldn’t imagine them not being around. The problem, however, was

they’d never talked about it, simply decided it for her. She wanted love

and romance, not just sex. And now her body was in a perpetual state of

arousal thanks to them.

She may as well tell them some of her secret yearnings or Tyler would

hound her to death.

“A piercing.” She felt her cheeks redden as she mumbled against her

hands. Would they think she was weird, or behind the times?

“Where?” Cole grunted.

The single word was not entirely negative, more like intrigued.

Brianna lifted her head and looked at them. Tyler swallowed, suddenly

sitting at attention. She glanced at his lap. Yep, his cock, softening

minutes before, was swelling impressively.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. My ear?” She pointed to the top where

many people pierced the cartilage.

“That’s no fun,” Tyler complained. “How about your nipples? I’d love

to see a delicate chain dangling between your studded nips.”

Brianna’s eyes widened and she shuddered. “You’re crazy.” She

covered her breasts with her hands. “You’ll never get anywhere near my

boobs with a needle.”

“Damn.” Tyler snapped his fingers.

“Your navel,” Cole whispered.

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He stared intently at her belly. A strange quiver shot through her

tummy. No. Not strange, she amended. Not anymore at least. She’d been

feeling the same exquisite need for him since she’d arrived at the estate

and Cole had saved her from her demented father.

The idea of having a sparkling little stud sitting in the hole of her

belly button intrigued her. Maybe one with a dangly part. She’d seen

those on a few girls before. She could probably pull it off. Yeah, she liked

the image more and more.

She swallowed and glanced up at Cole. His cock had hardened too

and was glistening with a small drop of pre-come. The look on his face

was classic. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs salivating.

“Yeah.” She nodded and licked her lips, her eyes trained on his

twitching cock as her tongue came out.

“You like that idea?” Cole stepped forward and wound his fingers in

her hair. His glorious penis was just a heartbeat away.

She nodded again, her throat closing to any words trying to come

forth.

“Me too.” He released her and stepped back, breaking the seemingly

endless sexual tension.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, the belly button. What else do you

want?” Tyler groused.

Brianna groaned. She’d never get his claws out of her. “A tattoo?” She

peered at them through one eye, the other squinted closed. She didn’t

want to see their disappointed faces.

Tyler leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his tongue

practically hanging out of his mouth. “Where?” Now it was his turn to

growl.

Again she shrugged. There were lots of places she’d been thinking

about. But that’s all it had ever been. Thinking. The small of her back,

right above her hipbone in the front, her ankle. It didn’t really matter,

she’d just always wanted one.

“What would you get?” Cole’s voice cracked and his cock jerked.

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Somehow the smallest things turned her men on. Her heart raced.

Could it be after all these years of being suppressed, she was actually

going to get some of the things she’d only ever dreamed of?

“I…I don’t know. I’ve always pictured one of those little tree frogs or a

lizard or something. A really colorful one, but small,” she said, getting

into it. Her excitement faded when both men raised their eyebrows and

looked at her like she was crazy.

“Why so small? What good would a tattoo be if you can’t see it?” Tyler

asked.

She did a double take. She thought they didn’t like her choice of

picture, but they were more concerned about the size.

He waved a hand. “Forget it, we’ll talk tattoo later. What else?”

“Jesus, do you ever give up?”

“Not until we know you have everything your heart desires,” Tyler

answered, batting his eyelashes and making her melt.

Brianna rolled her eyes. “Oh, well in that case, I’ll take world peace.”

“You a Miss Universe?”

She took a sarcastic glimpse at her body, then back at Tyler. “Do I

look like one?”

“Fuck yeah,” Cole grunted.

“Okay, so realistic things your heart desires.” Tyler laughed.

All right. They wanted realistic? They’d get it. “A motorcycle.”

They screeched at the same time.

“No fucking way.”

“Absolutely not.”

Brianna shrank back against the lounger, their scared anger rolling

off them in waves. Who would have known? “Why not? Lots of women

ride motorcycles. I always pictured a fluorescent green one with a

matching helmet. One of those speed jobbers that goes really fast and

makes the rider look cool.”

“Christ.” Cole sank onto the lounger next to Tyler, his face completely

devoid of all color.

“Uh-uh. Not gonna happen.” Tyler’s face had turned an unappealing

shade of green and his lips pressed together.

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“Well, that’s a sexist attitude.”

“Do you know how many people die on bikes everyday?” Cole

croaked.

She shrugged. “I’d be careful.”

“It’s not necessarily
you
we’d worry about. It’s all the other fucking

idiots who don’t know how to drive,” Tyler gritted out through his teeth.

His face was slowly turning from green to red. A muscle jumped in his

jaw.

If he ground his teeth any harder, they’d crack and fall out. Okay, so

maybe she should put them at ease. They were way wigged out about the

idea of her being on a bike. She could live without one if it upset them

too much.

“All right, so no to the motorcycle.” She held back the smile when

both of her gigantic, muscle-bound men let a whoosh of air out of their

lungs.

“Get out of here you little minx,” Cole barked.

“What? What did I do?”

“Now.” He punctuated the command with a finger stabbed in the

direction of the door.

“Fine.” She stood, walked around to the opposite side of the lounger,

and retrieved her bikini bottoms and the wadded up letter. Her breath

caught in her throat when she remembered what it had said. Somehow,

for curiosity’s sake, she had to get to Tonio’s at two o’clock.

“We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready,” Tyler called to her. She didn’t

look back, just raised a hand and waved in acknowledgement.

“She hid the letter the second she heard me come through the door.”

Cole worked his jeans over his failing erection. Jesus, just the thought of

her on a motorcycle had his head and his cock draining of blood. “Damn

it.” He rifled his hands through his hair. “We should have read it before

Freddy gave it to her.”

“Who do you think it was from?”

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“How the hell should I know? We both know her ever-loving father

wouldn’t write, and you said not many people even knew of her

existence.”

“Right.”

“Fuck. I don’t like this.”

“Me either.”

“Keep a close eye on her out there today.”

“Count on it.” Tyler planted his hands on his hips. “She’s getting to

you, isn’t she?”

Cole nodded then swiped his hand over his face. “Yes.” He emulated

his best friend’s stance. “I want it all, Ty. My ring on her finger, my last

name behind her first. Am I crazy?”

Tyler stared at him for a second and Cole’s heart stopped beating. If

he told him anything other than what he wanted to hear…

A grin split Ty’s face and Cole released the breath he’d been holding.

“No I don’t think you’re nuts. Well, yeah, I do. You always have been.”

Tyler slapped him on the back. “But no, about Bri, no. I could hear

something in your voice the first time you talked about her.”

Cole’s shoulders sagged as if a weight had just been lifted and Tyler

cocked his head at him.

“What’s the problem?”