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  She suddenly jerked backward. “Don’t tell me you and Michael are having a secret side conversation about the poor, inexperienced virginal girl.”

  God, she was sharp. And he was going to fall in love with her in no time.

  “When you kiss me like this”—he demonstrated by laying his lips against hers for a brief peck—“I have trouble blocking. He slipped in. Well, actually he threatened me. I’m new to this telecommunication thing. Never known anyone who could do it. It seems Michael has had a bit of tutelage, perhaps from his brothers. He’s better at it than me. So far…” He grinned at her.

  “Tell him to stop being such a baby … I mean a jackass … and go muck the barn or something. He had his turn yesterday. Now I want to spend time with you.”

  The word “jackass” sounded awkward coming from her mouth, and Tyler knew she wasn’t accustomed to cussing. However, that thought aside, he raised an eyebrow in question. “What did you two do yesterday? Anything I should be aware of?” He looked at her while he spoke silently to Michael. His hands shook slightly where they rested on her waist, and he squeezed her middle to keep from trembling.

  This ménage and sharing thing was going to make him old before his time.

  “I don’t kiss and tell, Tyler. But heed my warning. I’m not kidding. You fuck with her, literally, and I’ll…” His thought trailed off. The man surely realized his threats were empty and only hurting himself.

  Judging by the reaction of both Alyssa and Michael, Tyler would guess the two had engaged in a bit more foreplay than just kissing. It was time to even the field.

  Wrapping his arms around her middle, Tyler tugged Alyssa against his chest and took her mouth in another mind-blowing kiss.

  He waited until she relaxed into the lip lock and then let his fingers roam under her shirt and up her back. Her skin was so soft, smooth. And warm to his touch.

  She flinched when he let his thumbs graze the undersides of her breasts, reaching around from behind. But she didn’t pull back. In fact she moaned again, that soft deep sound that was seeping into his skin.

  Alyssa’s hands wandered around his chest. He was suddenly grateful he’d worn a dress shirt today. When he’d first arrived, he’d felt the outfit had been overkill in his attempt to impress, but now, the shirt was working in his favor as tiny fingers fumbled down the front, flicking open one button after another.

  When she finally finished, she leaned back and spread his shirt open to gaze at his chest. What did she think? He wasn’t built like other men. He was more of the lean, studious type. Not one who’d frequented the gym as a teenager.

  However, this mate of his stared at him like he hung the moon right now. Her face was relaxed, a slight smile curving up her lips as she perused his pounding chest. He’d never been tan, but Alyssa was so fair skinned he actually looked like he’d just spent a week in the Bahamas next to her. Her fingers danced down his chest, exploring his pecs, his abs. Even his nipples now stood at attention after she’d flicked over them coyly a number of times.

  Tyler wasn’t new to the act of sex. He’d been with a few women in college over the years. But nothing compared to how Alyssa made him feel with just a look.

  Without asking her permission, Tyler grabbed the hem of her sweater and whipped it over her head. The field was slightly more even. The sexy pink lace covering her pert breasts could barely pass as a bra. It wasn’t something she’d be able to leave the room wearing, that was for sure.

  Nevertheless, she was breathing heavily and hadn’t flinched at his bold move to undress her, so he reached around with both hands and flicked the tiny clasp that contained her nipples. Gorgeous pink buds were revealed to his gaze as he pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders and tossed the scrap of lace to the side.

  Her chest bounced slightly up and down as she breathed heavily, and a glance at her face told him she was no longer ogling his chest. Now she was staring at his face for his reaction to her own.

  He smiled. “You are so hot. So sexy. Beautiful…” Tyler cupped both breasts in his hands gently and then delicately spiraled around them until he circled her nipples with just the tips of his fingers.

  After a few passes, she arched her chest into him. “God, Tyler.”

  He loved the effect he had on her. Her skin pimpled with goose bumps, and she gripped his shoulders with her hands, holding herself off him. When she tipped her head back, exposing her long neckline, he had to swallow to keep from groaning.

  She had no idea what she did to him.

  Tyler watched her face for her reaction as he grasped both nipples and pinched them lightly with his fingers. She gasped and ground her crotch into his cock.

  He wasn’t about to venture into her pants. There’d be no way he could stop himself from taking things too far, but there was no reason why she couldn’t get off against him. Hell, he’d die watching her. She was so aroused, so hot, he could feel her heat against his dick. He grit his teeth, for just a moment, to gain some control.

  Pinching and plucking her nipples until they were distended and begging him to suckle them, he pressed his cock against her sex, creating a rhythm he wasn’t sure she was aware of.

  The pink, pebbled flesh of her tits made his mouth water, and Tyler finally bent his head to suck one between his lips. Gently at first, and then with more fervor, he sucked just the tip and then a larger section of her breast into his mouth. Heaven.

  Alyssa moaned a little louder, and Tyler let go with a pop to press a hand over her mouth. He had no idea who was listening or from how far away. “Sweetheart…”

  She tipped her wild gaze down at him … and licked his palm!

  The nymph was going to kill him for sure.

  “You’re loud,” he whispered, his voice gravely.

  “I need…”

  Yeah, he knew what she needed. Tyler wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her against his chest. Her nipples grazed his skin and seared a path to his heart. “Grind yourself against me, sweet. Make yourself come.”

  Alyssa froze for a second, just a pause, and then she relaxed and did as he said, her hot pussy rubbing furiously against his cock until he realized he was also going to come from the dry humping. God, he felt like a randy teenager yet again.

  His woman moaned softly now in wanton abandon and let herself go against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breasts rubbing against his pecs.

  He had visions of commanding her to masturbate for him in the future, watching her blatantly get herself off, her legs spread to his gaze, her pussy hot and wet while she used those tiny fingers to rub herself to orgasm. Eyes squeezed shut, Tyler couldn’t hold off another second. When Alyssa’s breath hitched and she froze, pressed firmly into him, her pussy pulsing against his crotch even through her jeans, he came with her, cum jutting into his pants.

  They stayed like that, locked in their embrace for long moments, both heaving for oxygen. Finally, Tyler let his hands wander up her back and buried them in her long strands of hair to lift her head. He forced her to meet his gaze and smiled into her eyes.

  She had reverted to a shyer Alyssa, not the one who’d just dry humped his crotch until she came without him touching her.

  “I—”

  He cut her off. “You are the sexiest, most beautiful creature on earth.”

  She tipped her head and let her face relax on an exhale. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing. I mean I didn’t, not until…”

  “Yesterday,” he supplied. “I know.”

  When she narrowed her gaze at him he continued, “I mean I don’t know the details, but I can imagine.”

  “This is the most confusing, crazy, complicated situation. What are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know, sweet, but we will figure it out. Together. The three of us. As soon as Michael stops stomping around in the barn.”

  They both chuckled.

  Chapter 9

  They weren’t far off the mark. When Alyssa stepped gingerly in
to the barn, she found Michael slamming things around in the tack room, mumbling incoherently under his breath. No doubt cussing.

  Tyler stood inches behind her, his breath tickling her neck. Neither of them made a noise as they stared at Michael’s back. As it turned out, they didn’t need to.

  “Are you two done bonding?” Michael’s words stung and made Alyssa flinch.

  Tyler cleared his throat before he spoke. “Could we address this bizarre arrangement civilly? It won’t help things if we keep barking at each other.”

  Michael’s shoulders sagged. He still had his back to them, but he stopped flinging things around on the bench in front of him and froze.

  When he slowly spun around, his look was apologetic, a half smile, his head cocked to the side. “You’re right. Shall we find someplace to get to know each other? It’s nice out. We could go sit on the back porch?” Michael nodded in the direction of the house and headed that way.

  Alyssa followed behind him, well aware of Tyler at her back.

  The porch was usually so welcoming with its wooden rocking chairs interspersed with small tables and quaint lounge chairs. Today, however, the space seemed ominous and confined, even outside. As though it wasn’t quite large enough for the three of them and the air they would need to breathe.

  “The view here is gorgeous, breathtaking.” Tyler sat facing over the railing.

  “Yeah, I hope I never start taking it for granted, even though I’ve lived here all my life.” Michael took a seat across from Tyler.

  Good, the men were making chitchat. That was a good sign. Right?

  “Will you miss it?” Tyler leaned his elbows on his knees and turned to face Michael.

  Or not. Alyssa slouched against the railing between the two men.

  “When would I ever miss it? It’s still here every morning when I get up.” Michael chuckled as though Tyler was dimwitted, and then the corners of Michael’s mouth lowered, and he narrowed his gaze at Tyler. “Wait… You think I’d move away from here?”

  “Well, I… You plan to stay here forever?”

  Alyssa watched the ping-pong game, her head swiveling back and forth between the men, judging when she’d need to interject to keep peace. Wait for it… Give them a chance.

  “Of course. Who’d ever leave this land? I just got back. I only went to Spain so Alyssa could grow up. I’ve no intention of ever leaving again.” Michael squared off, his hands planted firmly on his thighs.

  Tyler flinched and leaned back. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tipped his head toward the ceiling. Alyssa worried he’d start shouting. His jerky movements reminded her of a ticking time bomb.

  “I just had a promising job interview in Denver.” He lowered his gaze and pinned it on Michael. “I’m a finance guy. What the hell would I do out here in the middle of nowhere?”

  “Nowhere? You think this is nowhere? Where the hell else can you get wide open space, plenty of room to shift and roam free, as well as unpolluted air to breathe at one with nature?” Michael stood and started pacing. “Denver? What the hell makes you think I’d move to Denver?”

  “Frankly, I never considered you even existed when I went there to interview.” Tyler stood to face off with Michael.

  “So, you just thought you’d sweep in here, claim Alyssa, and drag her to Denver?”

  “Yes. She’s my mate. What else would I have thought?”

  “She’s my mate too.” Michael’s voice rose. “And I’m not moving from Oregon until the cows come home.” He leaned forward to punctuate his words.

  Alyssa would have laughed at his ridiculous pun if she hadn’t been more worried about the fact that all heck was breaking loose.

  “Guys.” Both men turned to her, stern looks on their faces as though they were irritated by the interruption. She glared back pointedly, letting her gaze land on each of them in turn. “Stop it. I feel like a rag doll being yanked back and forth between you two, and frankly, the testosterone posturing is getting on my nerves. Sit.” She pointed at first one vacated chair and then the other before repeating, “Sit.” The command made her shake, surprising even herself with the force behind her tone.

  When both men took a seat, she continued. “This is not a contest. I’m so sorry to burst your bubbles, but you aren’t involved in a tug of war in which he who pulls the hardest gets the girl on his side of the line. I’m not choosing between you two. Do you hear me?”

  She took a deep breath. “This isn’t some sort of game. As much as this wouldn’t have been my first choice, or even a flicker of a thought, you are both my mates. I don’t know how this is going to work … and I shiver to picture the logistics of letting you claim me, but it is what it is. The quickest way to ensure you don’t get to be a part of my life is to keep acting like you’re both wild animals.”

  At that last bit, she grinned. She felt powerful. In an instant she realized she indeed had all the power. These men were secretly both hoping she would choose between them. She stood straighter, her spine stiffening. Even with both men sitting and her standing, she was barely taller than them.

  They had no idea how sexy they were, both of them staring up at her as though surprised by her outburst. Her body had not forgotten the orgasm she’d just had at Tyler’s hand, nor the ones from yesterday at Michael’s. There was no choice to be made. It was suddenly clear as day. She craved both these men.

  On her next inhale, she breathed in their scent, and her gut clenched wanting them to touch her, both of them.

  Alyssa smiled demurely, filled with a self-assurance she’d never known in her twenty years. “This package is all or nothing, boys. Like it or not, we are a threesome. So, I suggest that the two of you sulk off someplace and work this out like men. You can stop trying to one-up each other for my affection. It belongs equally to you both. I will have both of you or neither; you decide.”

  With that, Alyssa turned on her heel and stomped into the house, hoping the effect of slamming the door shook them to their senses.

  She leaned against the wall just inside the kitchen and took a deep breath. I hope I’m doing the right thing. She couldn’t exactly allow Michael and Tyler to continue to tear each other apart. She wasn’t kidding. This was no contest. Instead of fighting over her, they needed to start fighting for her.

  She just hoped they made up their mind soon because she didn’t think she could take much more of this. Even through the door, she could smell their masculinity and craved their touch. She definitely needed a few friends right now to help her understand her body’s response to these virtual strangers.

  And she knew just the women to call on…

  *

  Michael stared at Tyler, still scowling. She’s right. He knew that, but it didn’t make things any easier. “So … you’re like some over-educated college grad?” He turned to Tyler, trying not to cringe.

  “Something like that. I have a masters in finance.”

  Michael looked him over from top to bottom. The man was dressed for the city. Starched white shirt, pleated khaki pants, and some sort of loafers. “I don’t suppose you even own a pair of wranglers and some boots?”

  Tyler laughed. “Of course I do.”

  How the hell were they ever going to work this out? “I can’t leave this land. It’s my home.” Couldn’t the man see how beautiful this dairy farm was? Why would anyone want to leave it?

  “And I can’t stay here. It’s dreary and cold and boring. I’d suffocate in Oregon in about two days. Besides, what the hell would I do on a farm? I’ve never even been near a cow or a horse in my life.”

  Michael didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to tell Tyler to fuck off and get the hell out of there, but Alyssa’s words rang inside his head. He wanted that woman more than anything in the world. Even if he had to share her with this highfalutin jackass. Even if you have to leave the land you love?

  “What the hell would I do in a city?”

  Tyler didn’t respond.

  Michael could still
smell the remnants of his mate’s scent on the porch. The woman had reeked of sex, her recent orgasm at the hands of another man permeating the air through her jeans. At all costs he had to have her. But what would that cost be?

  The crunch of gravel made Michael turn and lean around the side of the house. A long, sleek black pickup pulled to a stop. Ryan. His second oldest brother. And his timing was perfect. If any of his brothers could understand this situation, it would be Ryan.

  “One of your brothers, I presume?”

  Michael turned to Tyler and smiled. “The perfect one.”

  Ryan climbed down from the truck and strutted over to the back porch. “’Lo, boys.” He tipped his hat and reached a hand toward Tyler. “Ryan Masters.”

  Tyler shook his hand, standing quickly and awkwardly. “Tyler Evans.”

  “My mate tells me there might be a bit of a problem over here.”

  “News travels fast around here,” Tyler mumbled.

  Ryan laughed. “You have no idea. These women get on the phone with each other, and within minutes, your private business is … well, no longer private. Hell, I expect Jessica and Kara are sending a representative even as we speak. Lindsey was headed to Kara’s when I left to come here.” Ryan turned to Tyler. “Lindsey is my mate. Well, mine and Alejandro’s.”

  “Things are a little … tense … unexpected I guess you could say.” Michael angled his neck to one side and then the other, trying to alleviate the tension throbbing up to his temple from his shoulders.

  Ryan pulled up a chair and sat between Michael and Tyler. “I don’t really understand why you’re so surprised, to be honest.” He looked right at Michael. “I mean I get it that Tyler has been blindsided, but not you.”

  “I didn’t want this for me.”

  “I didn’t want this for me, either, you might recall.” Ryan leaned back. “When I walked into Justin and Trevor’s house that day and first saw Lindsey, and then Alejandro, I nearly swallowed my tongue.”

  “You hadn’t been in a ménage before?” Tyler spoke up.

  “Nope. No intention. Justin and Trevor had always shared women. It was natural for them. I’d never seen Alejandro before in my life until that moment. And I wanted to punch him.”