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  Her pussy gasped involuntarily at Logan’s cock when he spoke, and she forced her knees wider around his torso to give Sawyer the space he needed.

  Seconds later, Sawyer nudged her tight entrance with his rigid shaft and thrust home.

  She’d expected slow and steady to match the rest of his movements for the last several minutes, but he shocked her with his abrupt entrance, forcing her so close to an orgasm that she screamed out a sharp noise.

  Sawyer leaned over her back, holding himself up by threading his fingers with the backs of hers and settling all four of their hands on the mattress next to Logan. His lips hit her neck to nibble a path to her shoulder, making her shiver.

  “You are amazing,” he whispered. “Do you realize how much I love you?”

  “Hmm.”

  Logan lifted her off his cock and forced her back down just as quickly. “I agree. Love you so much.”

  “Mmm.” She didn’t have the capacity to make words out loud. But she didn’t need to. As both men started a frantic pace that took her over the edge in seconds, she knew they were in her head, hearing her thoughts about how lucky she was.

  She loved every minute of her life with these two men. And she intended to stick to just the three of them for a little longer, at least until the constant need to have sex died down enough to keep her body from shaking every time they entered a room.

  Both men chuckled into her head.

  She knew what it meant. They didn’t believe this level of arousal would ever abate.

  Maybe they were right.

  And maybe she would hold them off for a long time before letting them get her pregnant. It didn’t matter. Everything would be perfect. Clearly Fate had Her hand in things. She would know when the time was right. She was never wrong.

  Right?

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  Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. After years of editing, she is now a full-time author. With over 40 best-selling books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to contemporary to BDSM. The voices in her head are clamoring to get out faster than she can get them onto “paper”! She loves chatting with fans, so feel free to contact her through email, Facebook, or her website.

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  Chapter One

  “Why not?”

  Jackson Wolf leaned back in his chair and stared at his sister over the top of his desk. “Jaz, no way. Not a chance in hell. Not if she were the last woman on Earth.”

  Jazmine flinched in front of him. “Really? Aren’t you being a bit dramatic? The last woman on Earth?”

  “That’s what I said.” He wasn’t about to go on a date with Sharon Masters. Ever.

  “You didn’t answer my question. Why? Sharon’s cute, fun, hardworking, outdoorsy—she’s perfect for you.”

  Jackson narrowed his gaze, leaned forward, and held up one hand to count off the reasons why his sister should leave him alone and stop hounding him to go on a date with this stranger. “First of all, I’m busy. I just got finished with the largest group of tax clients I’ve ever had, and that doesn’t even take into account the ones who filed an extension.

  “Second of all, she’s a little young for me, don’t you think?”

  Jazmine interrupted. “She’s not that young. You act like you’re fifty instead of a whopping thirty-four. Sharon’s twenty-seven.”

  Twenty-seven? Wow. He would have said twenty. She looked much younger.

  A smile spread across Jazmine’s face. “So you did notice her.”

  Jackson chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Of course I noticed her. I’m not dead. Just not interested.” Even though there had been nearly a dozen women in the house when he’d stopped by to pick up some documents from Jazmine, he’d noticed Sharon.

  He’d more than noticed her. He’d discreetly ogled her without fully entering the home of Jazmine’s girlfriend’s sister. And since that night three days ago, he hadn’t managed to get her out of his mind. The imp even snuck into his dreams. All that thick dark hair waving down her back… Those damn chocolate eyes that batted at him in his sleep… And that smile…

  Jazmine perked up. “In that case, let’s double date.”

  “Double date? With you? What would that entail? A night in at your place? Or a night in at Mary’s place?” He smirked. “Or did you mean to infer you two are ready to out yourselves? ’Cause I’d almost agree if that were the case.”

  Jazmine’s smile fell, and she pursed her lips before continuing. “No, smartass. We aren’t ready to come out. It’s complicated. You know it better than I do. Half the inhabitants of both Cambridge and Sojourn would have a field day with that one.”

  “You’ve been together like two years now. Don’t you think it’s time to stop hiding?” He felt sorry for his sister. He understood why she chose to keep her private life private, but in the long run, it was no way to live. So what if their parents had a conniption? So what if people in both towns didn’t like it? In his opinion, hiding who she really was hurt her more than if she faced the music. The stress was wearing on her. He could see it in the lines running from the corners of her eyes every time he saw her.

  Jazmine shook her head. “We aren’t discussing me right now. We’re talking about you and your incessant need to remain celibate.”

  He laughed outright at that statement. “Who says I’m celibate?”

  “I do. When was the last time you went on a date?”

  He shrugged. “I date.”

  “When? When do you date?”

  He honestly couldn’t remember, but he knew it was before he first met Sharon Masters, and contrary to what Jazmine thought, that wasn’t three days ago.

  “What brought this on, anyway? Did Sharon say something about me?” He felt quite certain Sharon had no idea who he was, at least not before Friday night. His attraction for her had been a one-way street since he first saw her in January at the ski resort. The last thing he wanted to hear was that she’d asked about him.

  Who was he kidding? Of course she asked about him. Jazmine wouldn’t be working this hard to set him up if Sharon hadn’t said something to his sister during their girls’ night.

  Great. Just what he needed.

  It changed nothing.

  “Maybe…” Jazmine lifted her eyebrows several times while grinning wider.

  “Lord. Seriously? Okay, no. The answer is still no. And you never let me finish my reasons.” He held out his hand with three fingers extended and his thumb holding his pinky down. “Three. I know that family, both those families, actually—the Masters and the Bartel-Hamiltons. They aren’t known for being monogamous.”

  Jazmine cringed. “Since when are you so judgmental?”

  “Since never. I’m not judgmental. I could care less who someone sleeps with. You know that better than anyone. I just don’t want to share my woman with someone else is all.” And that was the bottom line.

  He’d seen Sharon. Plenty of times in the last few months. Every time he went skiing he saw her. Hell, he’d reached a point where he wasn’t sure what his motives were each time he headed for the slopes. Skiing for sport? Or torturing himself with the sexy woman who worked there?

  But no matter how hard his dick got when he saw her, he still wasn’t interested in sharing. And to the best of his knowledge, her entire family lived in strange groups of three.

  Jazmine shook her head again. “Perfect. Because Sharon isn’t interested in sharing, either.”

  Jackson sighed. “You can’t really know that. It’s what she’s surrounded with. People tend to do what they know.
Aren’t every one of her brothers involved with two other people?”

  “Yes, but Sharon’s not like that. She’s—”

  He held up a hand. “No. Not interested. Now scram. I have to get home, change, and head to a logging site.”

  “Oh, all right.” Her shoulders slumped, and she stuck out her bottom lip in a fake pout. “Why are you still working two jobs anyway? You’re going to run yourself into the ground.”

  “I like it.” He stood as he grinned at her, hoping she’d take the hint and leave him alone. “After sitting in this stuffy office for days on end working numbers at a computer, it’s refreshing to take the occasional inspection job outside where I can smell the distinct scent of fresh-cut trees and pine needles.” He inhaled slowly, letting his eyes close halfway just thinking about getting outside.

  That was why he took up skiing—to be outside. And hiking. The side job as the local logging inspector was perfect.

  Jazmine hugged him, a bit harder than usual, and left, mumbling something about how pigheaded he was.

  Jackson locked his office and headed for his car. He needed to get home and change. He wasn’t super excited about this particular inspection. The owner of this crew, Roger Barkley, had a tendency to cut corners and over-log. The man had been doing just that in November when his site was compromised by a wildfire, erasing the evidence.

  He’d escaped recrimination that time, but Jackson had been on his ass at three more sites since then. Today’s inspection was at a new site, coincidentally just north of the ski resort. Not that he would run into any of the Masters simply by driving up into the mountains around their property, but the proximity alone would make his cock stiff from knowing she was undoubtedly nearby.

  Until Saturday, he’d only ever seen Sharon in ski clothes, albeit sexy fucking ski clothes, but it was almost May now. She wouldn’t be in ski clothes soon. In the summers she led hikers through the mountain paths. If he ever saw that woman in a tank top and shorts…

  Jackson groaned as he slammed his car door shut and started the engine.

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