Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

She glanced down at the radio on her hip. Seeing as it was quiet, it wasn’t as if she had to head out. “I could eat. Thanks.”

This wasn’t the dinner date I wanted, but it was immediate, and that was almost better since I wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. And, she got to meet Kemp and Poe.

Kemp led us down the hallway and I watched as Parker took the opportunity to ogle Kemp’s ass. I should have been pissed she was checking out another guy, but I was fine with it. At least fine that it was Kemp. I hoped that Parker was as kinky as me, and seeing her interest in me and Kemp gave me hope.

The dog trotted along beside Parker, happy as could be to hang with her. Smart girl.

“We have a guest for lunch,” Kemp said as he walked into the kitchen. Parker stopped just inside the doorway when she saw Poe, clearly not expecting a third guy.

Poe stood and I watched as she tilted her head up to look him in the eye. He was the tallest of us at six-four.

I heard her whisper under her breath. “Oh shit.” She turned to look at me, a little stunned and a whole lot flushed. “What’s in the water around here?”

I chuckled, put my hand on her shoulder and nudged her into the kitchen. Our uneaten lunch—plastic containers of leftovers, a brown bag with sandwiches, chips and drinks—was spread out across the table.

Poe wiped his big hands on his jeans. “Hey there.” His voice was deep, which could easily be used to intimidate, but the smile he gave Parker hopefully made him a little less formidable. But Parker didn’t spook easily and she smiled back. “I’m Poe. The third vet around here.”

“Like Edgar Allen?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Poe grinned. “My mother liked dark poetry.”

“I’m Parker.”

Poe looked to me, eyes wide, then looked her over with a new appreciation, a very blatant one. “The Parker?”

Parker glanced over her shoulder at me. “How much do you share with these two?”

“When it comes to you? I’ll share everything with Kemp and Poe.”

3

PARKER

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Oh. My. God.

I’ll share everything with Kemp and Poe.

Did that mean… did they? Oh shit. All three of them were staring at me.

With the four of us together, the room felt small, like there was barely any oxygen. But it was the fact that they were too gorgeous for their own good that had me practically hyperventilating. My nipples hardened and I wondered what it would be like to have them strip me bare and… do whatever they wanted.

Not just one alpha male with Gus, but there was no question Kemp and Poe would be just as intense. Powerful. My pussy clenched at the thought.

Three hot men all eyeing me as if I were the lunch instead of what was on the table.

What exactly had Gus meant by those words?

Gus moved around me, pulled out a chair, but ignored my wide-eyed stare. “Sit.”

I did and the guys pulled out their food and spread it out on the table so it was like a little buffet. Gus pointed. “There’s leftover lasagna, a turkey sandwich with avocado, um… something green that Poe brought—”

“Kale salad.” He tugged the container away from Gus as if it weren’t a bitter superfood but a sweet dessert.

“And leftover chocolate cake,” Gus finished. “Although only store bought since my parents are on vacation.”

Oh yes, there was a decadent slice of cake and my mouth watered.