The Cowboys and the English Teacher [Hot Off The Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Betsy laughed quietly as she lay there with the blood still pounding in her ears, grateful that they lived alone. As the combined sounds of their ragged panting echoed through the room, she felt sure anyone passing by could have heard them struggling to regain their collective breath.

The minutes ticked by and despite all their plans for dinner and a movie later, she knew they’d never make it. Her eyes had just begun to close when a deep, husky laugh from the man to her right made her turn to look at him. Jack raised his weary head too, as if trying to see what his brother found so funny. He asked him.

‘I hope you don’t think I’m waiting until our next anniversary for my turn,’ he told them both, referring to the special treat she had given them. ‘I mean, only if you want to, Betsy.’

She ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek. ‘Of course I want to. I haven’t forgotten you, my darling.’

His happy sigh told her she’d satisfied him for now. Pulling her into the crook of his arm, he stroked her hair as he always did, and placed a sleepy kiss on her head. Jack slid in against her other side and threw his leg over hers.

The pair, so alike in some ways yet so different in others, shared the ability to fall asleep instantly. Betsy lay between them willing sleep to come, but her heart and mind were too full. She thought back over the journey they’d taken together. She knew she would barely recognize the woman she’d been a year ago if she met her now. The frightened teacher who’d been hiding away in her flat back in England could never have dreamed she would one day be living and loving in Texas.

She would never have believed in the magic that had made the scales fall from her eyes, allowing her to see herself as she truly was not how she thought she should be. Nor would she have known how right her life would be when she became ‘their’ wife.

Jack and Wyler hadn’t yet tired of letting her know how much they wanted her and how grateful they were for her. When they woke, she would thank them again. Not just for the love they poured over her, but for the fact that, unlike her, they’d been brave enough to fight for what they wanted.

As Betsy lay between them, her mind wandered back to their first night together. The magic that had forced her to confront her feelings for them, the magic she had been so afraid of, was still very much a part of their relationship, but it had nothing to do with Mexican folklore and
Brujeria
.

The magic they shared was theirs alone, and Betsy longed for them all to remain trapped in its spell.
 

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