Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

“They didn’t say anything about your bachelor party last week,” Jed said to Tucker, bringing me back from my thoughts.

Tucker reached over and slapped him on the shoulder. “That’s because it was a bunch of guys camping in the woods, fishing for dinner. Unless we were into fucking the wildlife, it wasn’t going to get too crazy. The women didn’t care.”

I’d heard about their weekend and I had to agree. It sounded like the women were wilder than the guys.

“You might want to ask after the party favors,” Bennett said. When everyone looked his way, he added, “Let’s just say I hope you don’t have dick issues.”

The guys left pretty fast after that. Knowing their women pretty well, they could infer quite a bit from Bennett’s words. As we walked to Bennett’s truck parked down the street, he said, “It’s been a while since we’ve both wanted the same woman.”

“This is different. She’s different,” I added.

“Fuck, yeah, she is.” He was looking down the street, but most likely seeing Julia Duke.

I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “She’ll find out.”

Bennett stopped, turned to face me. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He’d said the same thing to me a million times. It was moments like this, especially now, where his words didn’t matter. It was what was on paper, online, the police reports, my time in jail as I awaited arraignment. Julia Duke was too good for me.

“I want her. If she goes running, at least she’ll end up in your arms.”

Getting a woman off was a gift. When it was two guys doing it, it only made it better for her. Double the hands, the mouths, the dicks. There was more to what I felt for Julia Duke than just seeing to her orgasms. Two men taking care of her ensured she’d always be safe. Protected. Cherished. I could clearly see why all the Duke guys claimed a woman with another.

In a backwards sort of way, it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

I was far from a gentleman, but I still wanted her. Still wanted to get my hands on her and get her all filthy, and she’d love every second of it.

I wanted to wake Julia up every morning with my head between her thighs getting her off. Or until she learned the truth of my past and kicked me out of her bed.

3

JULIA

* * *

Be still my heart. When I walked out of Kaitlyn’s house, I stopped short at the sight of Cash and Bennett, both leaning against a big SUV in the driveway. It was dark, but the exterior lighting illuminated them well. Tall, broad, manly. My ovaries no doubt couldn’t help but pop out an egg or two at their blatant virility.

It didn’t seem strange to me I was interested in both of them. A woman with two men was a norm in the Duke family. When I was a little girl, I hadn’t dreamed of being with two men, but lately, seeing my brothers settle down in polyamorous relationships and watching how devoted and in love they were made me want that, too. I’d never dated two men at once, never considered it. I’d struggled with finding one guy worth keeping—or who wanted to keep me—let alone two.

And after the fiasco with Frank, I’d just dated my vibrator. I’d thought the dildo from the favor bag would be my new boyfriend, but now…

I had to wonder if Bennett and Cash considered claiming a woman together. They knew Gus, who, along with Kemp and Poe, was dating Parker. Not dating, but they were together. Very together. I had to wonder who’d be engaged next: Kaitlyn, Parker or Jill with how fast they fell. How hard.

I doubted Bennett and Cash?

??even reasonably new to town—missed any idle gossip about the relationships in the Duke family. Had they ever shared a woman before? Would they even want to?

They strode toward me with their long gaits. My mouth watered at the expanse of their broad shoulders that tapered to slim hips. Lower, thick thighs made their jeans taut. Not just that, but the ample bulges in the front. Their eyes were focused squarely on me. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out. Why was I so nervous? I hadn’t been when I’d thought they were strippers. Why did these two make my palms damp, my nipples go hard and my pussy ache to be filled with something besides silicone? Oh yeah, because they were fucking gorgeous.

Bennett took the big box from my arms.

“Have fun?” Cash asked. With his head tipped down, his dark eyes held mine. I was a little—a whole hell of a lot—mesmerized by them. His beard, too. Would it tickle when we kissed?

When… my body and my head were not in sync because my brain, my logical, reasoning mind hadn’t thought that. My inner ho wondered about it. Just like she’d wondered all night long if they’d be good in bed. And out, like on the couch, in the kitchen, with whipped cream or even in the back seat of the huge truck behind them. Any which way would work, but together.

They would have moves all right, and nothing like the two strippers. The real strippers. At the party, they’d been good, sexy and playful. Got Ava in a chair and pretty much climbed in her lap and twirled their junk near her face. But their polish had been dulled for me because of Bennett and Cash. The strippers just weren’t as attractive. As manly, even wearing just G-strings that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They’d exuded sex appeal, but the two men in front of me right now had pheromones all but seeping from their pores. I’d never been so attracted in my life.

“It turned out great,” I replied, realizing they’d been waiting for me to answer. “Ava had a blast and that’s what matters.”