Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

“You make us a family,” I added through gritted teeth.

“I love you, sweetheart, but dudes, if you don’t fucking move, I’m not going to make it.”

I chuckled at that and we set a rhythm.

Poe thrust his hips up as I pulled back, fucking her in opposing motions. Kemp fucked her mouth in a slow pace, allowing her to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed as she just let go.

I saw the moment she did, felt it, for her muscles went lax and she began to whimper, to moan with the pleasure of it.

This was the ultimate submission. Pure, dirty, raw.

And when we came, Kemp first down her throat, then me deep in her ass, and Poe marking her pussy, there was no doubt she was ours.

But more importantly, we belonged to her.

Note From Vanessa

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Want More?

Read a sneak peek from Porterhouse, book four in the Grade-A Beefcakes series.

It might be the dead of winter in Raines, Montana, but Liam and Porter will keep Jill nice and warm.

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Remember: With a Vanessa Vale book, one cowboy is never enough. In this smokin’ hot series, each heroine gets an extra helping (or two) of Grade-A Beefcake.

Porterhouse

JILL

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I could hear my cell ringing from the depths of my purse, but I wasn’t taking my hands off the steering wheel to search for it, no matter how eager I was to answer. Not with the snow on the road. The latest few inches were fresh and the plows had been through, but they didn’t use salt or scrape all the way down to the pavement, so the streets of Raines were a hard crust of white until the spring thaw. And that wasn’t for a few more months.

A spot on the street was easy to find and I pulled in and shut off the engine. I’d been in newer models that allowed a cell phone to sync into the dashboard for hands free calling, but that wasn’t something available in my older model SUV. It ran, had heat—which was great since it was close to zero—and it was mine free and clear.

I dug through my purse, found the cell. I thought it might be Porter telling me he was running late because he was coming from work in Clayton, but it was Parker Drew instead.

“You’re going to talk to them, right?” she asked, not bothering with a warm up ‘hello’. “No chickening out.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Tonight’s the night.”

“You sound a little panicked.”

“I am a little panicked,” I admitted. “I mean, why shouldn’t I be? It’s not that often a guy gets told he’s not enough, and that a woman wants him and his best friend.”

“Neither of them is going to think that,” she countered.

The butterflies in my stomach were telling me otherwise. “I hope not, but it’s a possibility I could end up with neither of them.”

“Porter’s a Duke and having two guys claim one woman is a Duke thing. I mean, look at me.”