Trouble Travels in Threes (Trouble, Tennessee 3)

Allister shrugged. “Gotta admit, it would be kind of nice to have a cop around here.”

“Wait a minute.” Draegan stuck his index finger up in the air. “It’s one thing if he moves in on my woman but another thing altogether if you two are already talking about moving him here to Trouble.”

Mac rose from his seat. “If he moves in on your woman, he’ll likely move here anyway and the way I see it? We all share without any problems. Big brother, it’s your turn now. Best be brushing up on your bedroom etiquette. It’s sort of weird getting used to the tag-teaming thing if you’re lacking in confidence in matters of sex.”

“Lacking in confidence!” Draegan snarled. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Allister and Mac broke into fits of laughter before Allister added, “Brice thinks you’re intimidated because he’s a cop.”

“Intimidated?”

Mac shivered. “I can see where that might be a problem. I bet the guy has a lot of experience under his belt. Young women love the boys in blue.”

“He’s not a street cop.” He’d heard that enough. “He’s a detective.”

“Didn’t he say he’s worked vice for most of his career?” Allister looked at Mac.

“I believe he did.”

“What the hell does that matter?” Draegan asked.

“Vice cops and detectives end up with all the women. Think about it. Their men go away for long sentences and the men on their speed dials are the fellas who put their husbands and boyfriends away.”

“But of course. Cops go in and take a woman’s bread and butter away and she can’t wait to hook up with the one who’ll be bringing the champagne and caviar.” He rolled his eyes. “Those busty babes on a drug lord’s arms aren’t going for the cops dragging in thirty or forty thousand a year, especially if they are ultimately responsible for cutting off their money supply.”

Mac shrugged. “Either way, the guy seems cocky enough. He thinks you don’t want him around because you’re afraid of the competition.”

“Well, how about that? The truth finally comes out.” Draegan crossed his arms and studied his brothers. “So it is a competition.”

“Why, hell no,” Mac said, shaking his head. “We share Sable because we want to share Sable. With our jobs and her…”

Draegan leaned forward and cupped his ear. “Her what? Overactive sex drive?”

Mac grinned. “Okay. I’ll give you that. Yes, our jobs and her insatiable appetite make the sharing thing work well for us.”

“Truth is, Draegan, if you can’t share with Bane, then you’re probably going to have to walk away. She cares about him. She was all giddy when he’d send her flowers. She loves you, man. I don’t doubt that, but will she love you enough to let the detective go?” Mac tilted his head. “I don’t know about all that.”

“Something you need to think about,” Allister said, slapping his hand against the desk and turning to go.

“I’d give it a lot of thought if I were you and then look around. There are a lot of women who are juggling men and they’re the happiest ladies here, if you ask me.”

“Well, why wouldn’t they be?” Draegan asked, cursing the very thought of sharing Serena with Bane Brice. “You boys act like it’s your greatest privilege to share your women.”

“It is,” they said in unison, already at the door when Draegan received back-to-back texts.

“Hang on a minute. Markie is sending me some sort of downloads.” He held his phone up, waiting.

“You’ll regret watching whatever he’s sending,” Mac said, already leaving.

“What the hell is this?” Draegan gasped at the first image as pure rage took hold. “Regrets? Regrets are precisely what this son-of-a-bitch will have for taking Markie to his house of horrors!”

Chapter Eight

“You blow a man’s cock, not his ego.” Ellie patted Serena’s hand. “I’ve known Draegan for over half my life. He’d strut around school like Mr. Stud just because he gave a girl her first kiss. Best guess? The reason he’s so upset is because after the parking lot lovin’, he likely believed he owned everything between your legs.”

“You make it sound like I’m sitting on a mine over here.” Serena laughed as she sipped her wine.

“We all are, honey,” Ellie said. “And trust me, it’s not until you catch it from the front and from the back that you realize you’re sitting on gold.”