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“Right, because driving an hour after working all day then getting up at three-thirty in the morning in order to be here by five is so doable.” Not to mention, she’d get no sleep at all. As much as she’d been missing Justin and Evan, they’d fuck until she had to leave.

Chance’s dark eyebrows scrunched together as he frowned. “They’re an hour away?

Which ranch—” His eyes widened as realisation dawned.

Annabelle swallowed down her nervousness as she nodded. “Yeah, the Silver Spur ranch.”

“You know, all I can think is
duh.”
Chance shook his head. “I don’t know many people out here, so I should have connected your Justin with Josh’s brother. Shit, I feel like an idiot.”

“Well, don’t. I wasn’t sure how you or Rory would react and didn’t want either of you being pissed at Josh. He didn’t exactly encourage me to hook up with Justin and Evan.”

“I feel a little better.”

Annabelle turned enough to look at her brother standing in the doorway. “Didn’t you learn not to eavesdrop the other day?”

Rory rolled his eyes and walked into the office. He propped a hip on Chance’s desk as he faced her. The sad expression was one Annabelle had seen on her brother’s face almost BEND

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continually the past several days, but the guilt in his midnight blue eyes was new. “What I’ve learned is that you don’t think you can talk to me, confide in me, and I admit I haven’t made it easy. The way I reacted to finding out about your, um, relationship, was proof enough of that.”

Annabelle blinked frantically against the moisture pooling in her eyes as she glanced at the floor. “I didn’t try to talk to you, even, so it’s not like it’s all your fault.”

“But I wouldn’t have reacted any better,” Rory admitted gruffly. “I know I’m a prude—”

Chance snorted with enough melodrama that both Annabelle and Rory chuckled.

“Okay, I’m a prude about
some
things, but the truth is, I shouldn’t confine you to what is right for me, which is a monogamous relationship with the only man I’ll ever love. That’s wrong for me to do, and I’m really sorry.”

Annabelle looked up to find her brother pushing away from the desk. She stood and opened her arms and couldn’t hold back a quiet sob as Rory’s strong arms enfolded her.

Annabelle buried her head against her brother’s chest and held on to the one man she’d always been able to count on. They both might falter here and there, but when it came down to it, they would always have each other’s backs.

“I just want you to be happy,” Rory whispered in her ear. “And if it takes two men or a dozen of them to do that, then it’s fine with me.”

“I think…I think it’s more than just them making me happy,” Annabelle confessed, “I think I need them both.”

Rory sighed as his big body shuddered, and he hugged her tight before stepping back, catching her hands in his. “Then you go to them. We’ll see about hiring someone else to come in and work early morning if we need to on the nights you stay with your guys. Maybe they can even stay a few nights with you at the bunkhouse, though I don’t know what their situation is at their ranch.”

Chance had started snickering before Rory finished, and Annabelle peered around Rory’s arm to glare at the older man. Rory twisted around to look at Chance as well. “What?”

Rory asked, “What’d I say?”

But Annabelle knew, from the way Chance’s eyes were lit with devilment and his lips tipped up in a smirk. She glared at him and willed him to incinerate on the spot if he said anything to her brother, at least before she got the hell out of the room.

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“Tell you in a bit,” Chance said as he winked at them. “Otherwise your sister is gonna kick my ass ‘til it’s sitting on my shoulders.”

“Already is,” Annabelle muttered. Rory chuckled and patted her back.

“Nah, sis,” he mock-whispered, “trust me, his ass is even finer than his face.”

“Ew.” Annabelle crossed her eyes at Chance. “That’s TMI.”

“Sounds about like what—”

Annabelle tipped her head down as she looked at Chance, who just grinned and winked again.

“You go on, Annabelle, we’ll cover your chores in the morning, and come up with a working solution for all of us. Go on and git.”

Annabelle hugged her brother again then practically ran around the desk to hug Chance as well. “You’re gonna narc on me, aren’t you?”

“Only a little,” Chance admitted. “No sense in traumatising your brother.”

“Exactly.” Annabelle said her goodbyes and even if she did force herself to walk towards the bunkhouse, inside she was skipping and saying screw dignity. She was finally going to see her men.

Rory watched Annabelle leave, noting the lack of tension in her step that’d been evident to him since she’d returned. “I’m gonna lose her, aren’t I?”

“Oh, no baby, no,” Chance said, and Rory sighed as Chance’s arms came around him, pulling his back against Chance’s chest. “You won’t ever lose her as long as you love her enough to accept her.”

“But she’s gonna leave, eventually, and move in with those two guys,” Rory muttered, hating the jealous bite to his voice. He wanted Annabelle to be happy, he just wanted her to be happy
here
.

Chance squeezed him hard and fast, a loving reprimand. “Those two guys have names, Justin and Evan, and I think they care about your sister as much as she cares for them.

They’d be fools not to, and I don’t think Annabelle’s the type to tolerate a fool.”

No, she wasn’t, but still. Rory had figured out his anger was less from the fact his sister was seeing two men and more from the fact she hadn’t felt she could confide in him, and rightfully so. But now Rory had the added fear of losing her, not permanently, but…

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“You can’t keep her here with you forever,” Chance said, as if reading Rory’s mind.

“And at least she’ll only be an hour away if she decides to make this relationship she’s in permanent.”

“You think it can work, two men and a woman?” Rory didn’t want Annabelle hurt. He felt Chance nod, his lover’s chin digging into Rory’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I do. I think as long as the three of them love each other, and are dedicated to making it work, it can, and it will.”

Rory didn’t know what to say to that, so he turned in Chance’s arms and crushed his lips against his lover’s, needing to forget everything but Chance for a while.

“Anything you want,” Chance breathed the words out against Rory’s lips. “It’s yours, sweetheart. I’m yours.”

And Rory knew that would be more than enough to help him through whatever heartache he experienced when his sister finally decided to leave.

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Maybe she should have called, warned the guys she was on the way. Her men hadn’t been any happier about their separation than she had, but at least Justin and Evan had each other. She had had her damned vibrator and more phone sex than was humanly possible.

The idea of popping up, surprising her lovers, led to a multitude of erotic fantasies that kept Annabelle’s foot down on the gas pedal. She couldn’t
wait
to see them, touch them, taste them…

“Oh God,” Annabelle groaned as lust coiled tight and hot in her belly. Her entire body felt flushed, her nipples and sex pulsing with her heartbeat. At the rate she was going, she’d have both men pinned to the ground or whatever surface was available as soon as she saw them.

Annabelle yelped and swerved to avoid an armadillo. “The hell?” She hadn’t seen one of the oddly cute critters before, at least not outside of a zoo. “No wonder if they like to play chicken with trucks.” Although the speed the little bugger put on was impressive. Who knew something that looked like it wore plates of armour could run so fast?

The sighting of the armadillo served to distract Annabelle from her arousal for which she was grateful. She’d like to actually be able to tell Justin and Evan about Chance’s proposition, and find out whether or not them staying over at the bunkhouse on occasion was doable or not.

They’d have to get earplugs for Bo and Max. Or maybe one of those wave-sound machines, with big speakers. Or earmuffs…

Annabelle cut the wheel for the turn onto the long drive to her lovers’ home. With the sun setting almost directly behind the structure, the whole place had a warm glow that gave Annabelle a sense of peace just from looking at it. She slowed the truck down despite how anxious she was to see Evan and Justin. Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if she came roaring down the drive, spewing rocks and dirt all over. Not that the diesel engine was quiet, but if the guys were still working, maybe they wouldn’t hear it.

Annabelle put the truck in park and pulled the keys out. Before she unbuckled, the front door was flung open and a shirtless Evan ran out, leaping down the porch steps with a BEND

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grin that would have put a certain fictional cat’s to shame. He had her truck door open in time to reach out and lift her from the seat, then she was gasping as her back met the passenger door. She had a second to take in the want in Evan’s eyes, then his mouth was on hers, a fierce press of lips and teeth, his tongue swooping in to lay claim to her secret spots.

Her ass was grabbed, her body lifted until her feet dangled above the ground as she clung to Evan’s shoulders. The feel of his stiff cock pressing against the juncture of her thighs nearly singed her brain. Annabelle moaned as she sucked on Evan’s tongue, mimicking the action she longed to use on his shaft.

“Starting without me?”

Annabelle barely had time to register Justin’s teasing question. Before she could answer, she was released, her feet briefly touching the ground before she was lifted again then pressed back against the truck as Justin took Evan’s place. “Missed you, honey,” Justin rasped, his dark eyes burning with the same need coursing through her. “Gonna show you how much.”

Justin’s kiss wasn’t the rough plundering Annabelle expected. Instead her lips were gently sucked, her mouth tenderly invaded as Justin told her without words how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. Tears leaked from the outer corners of Annabelle’s tightly closed eyes as she gave herself to Justin, knowing well he was claiming her in his own way, just as Evan had done moments before. How had she got so lucky as to find these two men? She’d never thought to settle down, yet now she could think of little else except being with her lovers.

“Let’s get inside,” Justin whispered against her lips. Annabelle nodded and whimpered as Justin slid her down the length of his body. He looped an arm through hers and Evan did the same on the other side.

Once inside, Annabelle found herself pinned between the two men. Evan gave her a heated look and muttered ‘Sorry’. Before she could ask why, he gripped the collar of her shirt and slid his hands down to where the material was buttoned right above her breasts.

Annabelle realised his intent too late. With a smug grin Evan grasped the cotton material and jerked, sending buttons pinging all over the entryway.

“Fuck yes.” Evan helped her pull the shirt off as Justin’s deft fingers worked her belt buckle. Evan leered then cupped her breasts in his hands before burying his face in her BEND

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cleavage. Annabelle half expected a reference about how good it was to be king, but Evan was too busy licking and sucking up marks on her milky white skin.

Justin tugged and Annabelle’s belt, jeans, and underwear were around her thighs.

“Needa get your boots off,” Justin pointed out, and Annabelle would have agreed but Evan bit one nipple while pinching the other hard enough to be well and truly felt through her bra.

Annabelle gasped and arched her back, thrusting her chest forward in a plea for more. Her bare ass met bare flesh as Justin’s thick rod pressed between the cheeks of her ass, riding her crease and driving her mad.

“God, please,” Annabelle panted, all thoughts of conversation forgotten as her body was stimulated unbearably. “Please, Justin, Evan—”

Evan responded by lifting her bra and feasting on her tits, giving her the sharp, pain tinged bites and hard sucks she needed. Justin pumped harder against her ass, then fitted his dick between her thighs so that his length rubbed against her cunt and asshole.
Yes!

Annabelle nearly came as Justin’s cockhead nudged her ring. Hadn’t Evan said when Justin took her like that, it’d be another claiming, that once he’d had her ass, he’d own it? Instead of freaking Annabelle out, she craved the invasion, more for what the act would mean than for the physical pleasure she knew she’d get from it.

“Bedroom, now,” Evan rasped after another nip that left Annabelle weak in the knees.

They paused long enough to strip off the rest of their clothes, then they made their way to the bedroom, the short walk hampered by their need to touch and kiss. Annabelle’s breasts were treated to more of Evan’s loving, and her pussy was filled with fingers and, at one point, Justin’s tongue as he stopped and pressed her forward, placing her hands on the wall so he could bury his face in her sex. He sucked and pinched at her labia then thrust his tongue into her folds. When he dragged that slick muscle back until he laved over her pucker, Annabelle screamed and pushed her butt against his face, seeking the promised penetration.

Justin’s gruff chuckle vibrated from her ring up to her spine then spread heat throughout her body. He clutched her cheeks and spread them wide, then entered her rosette with one firm press of tongue. His hand slid around to pluck at her clit, and Annabelle came on a scream as pinpoints of pleasure exploded into an ecstasy that rocked every nerve in her body.

“Now let’s get to the bed,” Justin purred as he stood and pulled her back to his chest.

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lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. “Get the stuff,” Justin ordered, and Annabelle was dimly aware of Evan hustling to follow Justin’s command.