A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

“They want you to have it,” Davide said, kissing her shoulder. “The sisters want you to make all their dreams come true.”

“And I will,” she assured him, wiggling again for emphasis. “I have their things now. Lila’s doll. Stan aka Anastasia’s pocket knife. Pictures to frame. A new story to tell. But only after my plan is complete, and that plan includes purchasing the property.”

“Whatever you say, Bailey.” His easy acceptance made her smile.

Cam’s grandfather’s journal had been in the trunk, too. There were pictures of Cam’s family, as well as some of Calvin Locke’s personal thoughts that Cam skimmed but showed no interest in reading. “I’m focused on more important things now, remember?”

He was focused on her. They both were.

It surprised her, how easy things were between the three of them once they decided to give themselves this time out. Cam and Davide were still mad for each other. They still touched and sought each other out, their love a palpable thing, but not an exclusive one. They included her now, as if they always had. When Cam had taken Davide while he was inside her, it had felt natural and right. As if she were part of them. Necessary.

Even when they weren’t giving her more orgasms than she knew were possible in a single session, she liked being with them. Davide made her laugh and she loved Cam’s mind. She never would have believed they had anything in common, but they’d told her a little about their broken families. How they’d survived to rebuild their own with Bunny and Mohammad and the others. The tricks they used to get around pack law and keep their people together.

They held nothing back. And hearing them fill in the blanks of the flashes and feelings she’d gotten through their link made everything so much clearer. They were runaways, too. Like her.

She wasn’t overwhelmed by their connection anymore. If anything, she was more tempted by the hour to tear down the barrier she could feel still muting their link.

Something had changed in her today, apart from the amazing sex. Maybe all that advice she’d been getting was finally starting to sink in.

You’re in love with them.

That too.

Davide kissed her neck and slid his arms more fully around her. “Where did you go? Busy making plans?”

“Actually, I was thinking about how much I loved this day.” It wasn’t a lie. “I could kiss Cam for Ava. I can’t remember the last time I took an entire day off without worrying the inn would fall apart without me. And I’ve never had an entire day of this.”

“This?” Davide played with her breasts, teeth tugging on her ear. He felt so good against her.

“Yes, this.”

“You should take more days off. We could have this all the time. After ten years, you could take a month, at least. See Italy. Paris. There are so many places I’d love to show you. We could see the sights and then spend days in bed, just like this.”

She hummed at the visual. “It sounds great when you say it, especially the days in bed bit, but…” She hesitated. “I couldn’t be away from home for too long.”

Bailey knew the way they’d lived before coming here, so she wasn’t sure if Davide would get what she was saying. “There’s my inn to think about, and my garden, not to mention all the restaurants in this town who rely on my inability to cook to keep their lights on. I’m not sure how they’d all get along without me,” she joked lightly.

The truth was, she would go with them if they asked her. She knew that now. It was already painful to imagine being without them. The thought didn’t scare her the way it had before—that she needed them in her life enough to leave everything she knew behind.

Davide propped up on his elbow and looked down at her, his light brown eyes shifting to amber as she watched. “We will never take you anywhere you don’t want to go, and you’ll never be far from home for long. We both know you belong here, Bailey, and we belong with you. We can’t get along without you either. Not anymore.”

She swallowed, blinking away the sudden moisture in her eyes. “That sounds like a promise.”

“It is.”

The kiss that followed was lazily carnal. Sweetly wicked. She turned her head into it but he held her still, keeping her body facing away from him. He lifted her leg over his hip and started rubbing his cock between her thighs from behind.

“You say we have stamina?” He smiled against her lips as he coated his shaft with her arousal. “How can we let you rest enough to recover when you’re ready for more every time we touch you?”

“I can’t help it,” she said, breathless. “You’re hard men to resist.”