Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

But there was one thing…

“What about your family?” The Dukes were tight.

She frowned. “What about them?”

“Baby, I don’t want to get between any of you.”

“Liam had you and Bennett checked out. He wouldn’t have let me get near you if he thought you were dangerous. You’d have been driven out of town. My mom said your uncle told her why you moved back, what had happened. She’s known all along.”

I wasn’t surprised the sheriff had done his due diligence. I was thankful he and the other men, either Dukes themselves or claiming a woman with one, were so protective of their women.

As for Mrs. Duke, I hadn’t met, but I knew of her. Knew she was a formidable woman, not one to be messed with. Seemed she passed on all those traits to her daughter as neither woman was flighty or meek.

“What about Duke?”

“He’s Kaitlyn’s problem,” she replied easily.

“So you don’t care if he hates me?”

“When I tell him I want you and Bennett for your big dicks, he’ll come around.”

JULIA

* * *

“I can’t believe we came here because you have lube,” I said, standing in Cash’s small living room.

Bennett had driven us to Cash’s house—I had to wonder if I’d ever get my truck back—because his bed was too far away. My house had my entire family in it. While Duke would have to get used to me being with Bennett and Cash, I didn’t think the way to do that was to fuck them both while he was still in my house.

Also, Cash had lube, which the two of them said was a requirement for what they planned to do to me. I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation. I had never considered ass play before. But with Bennett’s introduction to it the night before, I craved more of those intense, overwhelming sensations.

“Yesterday morning, before we picked you up, I picked some up at the store,” he explained.

“You were sure of yourself,” I commented.

Cash grinned, then winked. “Hopeful.”

“Angel, are you sore?” Bennett asked. “We’ve been at you non-stop since Friday.”

“We were in you just a little while ago,” Cash added, his gaze heating as he spoke.

Was I sore? I’d had more sex in the past two days than I’d had the past two years. My pussy felt well-used, deliciously so, but not sore.

“No, I’m fine. I don’t care that it’s only been two hours. I want you again.”

Looking at them as they slowly approached, I swallowed hard, feeling like prey and they were the predators.

Cash scooped me up, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into his bedroom. When I was dropped on the bed, I eyed them both as they stood side-by-side, arms crossed at the foot of the bed. This time was going to be different. More.

“I’ve fallen for you, baby,” Cash said. “Hard. Hell, I’m in love with you. I think I fell for you the moment you realized we weren’t strippers, that you’d stuck your pretty foot in your mouth.”

“Cash—” I began, but he cut me off.

“Who knew my life could be turned upside down by a red-haired vixen?” he continued. “We might have our names written on your pussy, but yours is carved into my heart.”

Oh shit. Who knew this brash, dark, sullen and moody man could be so romantic?

“I love you,” Bennett said, his pale eyes squarely on mine. I didn’t doubt those three words from his lips either. I’d felt them in the way he’d comforted me the day before, the way he’d pleasured me. Stood up for me with Frank. Protected me from my family, even though it hadn’t been necessary.