Nate heard the last chopper fade off and finally allowed himself to relax long enough to get really mad. “What the fuck did the two of you think you were doing?”

He wasn’t the only one. Stefan was yelling, too, his normally pristine manner shoved to the side in favor of one pissed-off alpha male. It was good to know he wouldn’t be alone in handing out the ass kickings this evening.

“Jennifer, I asked you a question, and I expect an answer,” Stef barked.

Nate recognized the brunette from Stella’s Diner where she was a waitress. The slender woman’s hands were trembling, but she stood up to Stef.

“We were getting a drink, that’s all,” Jen replied.

“Really, is that all?” Stef didn’t sound like he believed her. Nate wasn’t sure he did, either.

Nate was ready to get his two cents in. He saw Logan slump into one of the chairs and breathe deeply. He seemed prepared to stay out of this particular fight. Smart boy. While Stef yelled at Jennifer from afar, Nate had no intention of letting Callie Sheppard off so easily. “You wanted to get a drink, did you, baby?”

With some help from Zane, Callie stood. She primly smoothed the skirt of her yellow sundress. “Sheriff Wright, I am grateful for your swift action.” She nodded at him, like that was going to placate him. “I know I, for one, will definitely vote for you over the rubber ducky the townspeople intend to run against you.”

He could still feel the blood pumping through his system, charged with adrenaline. His head pounded from the hangover that was just now taking over his system. He was still shaking a bit and had been since he’d read the text Zane had sent. Thank god he was a light sleeper and his cell chirped at every new message. It was starting to hit him what might have happened. Zane could have died. Callie would have been tossed on the pool table and taken by any fucking biker who could get it up.

Jennifer was shouting something at Stef about not belonging to him, but Nate was watching Callie.

Zane stepped in front of her. “Now, Nate, you need to think before you say something you can’t take back.”

The sight of Callie peeking from behind Zane’s wide form sparked something primitive in Nate. “Don’t you dare hide behind him.”

“I’m not hiding behind him,” Callie protested. “He’s really big. He takes up all the space.”

And now that he thought of it, he had a bone to pick with Zane, as well. “And where the hell is your gun? Did you let them take your weapon? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Zane frowned, his dark brows forming a V above his eyes. Callie had managed to get out from behind him, but he simply slid a bulky arm around her chest and hauled her back against him. Again, Nate’s inner caveman was clawing at his insides.

Zane hadn’t spent two weeks pushing her away. Zane hadn’t made an ass of himself. Naturally Callie clung to him.

“I wasn’t carrying,” Zane admitted.

“What? Since when do you run around unarmed?”

“Nate, Zane has been through something traumatic. He needs some time to process,” Callie began. Her palms ran soothingly across Zane’s forearms.

“Zane almost died and you with him.” And what about him? Nate had been through hell, too. First he’d drank god knows what trying to get in good with a clinically insane person to please her. Then he’d been forced to watch as the two people he loved most in the world were threatened. Oh, god, he loved them. He loved Callie, and he loved Zane. Not in a weird way, but his life would be incomplete without the big bastard. It suddenly struck him that he’d lived most of his adult life with Zane.

Callie’s big brown eyes were round beneath her glasses, and she reached out to him as though trying to bring him into their circle. “Nate, it’s all right now.”

It wasn’t. It was so past all right, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. “That is the most naïve thing I have heard you say.”

“Hey, don’t be so tough on her,” Zane interjected.

He turned on his partner. “Fine, how about I be tough on you? How about I point out that you’re in a fucking biker bar? What were you thinking?”

Zane’s jaw went mulishly tight. “That I wanted a beer.”

“This isn’t the only bar in the county.”

Zane’s eyes studied the top of Callie’s head, and Nate knew what he wouldn’t say. This was the only bar where people wouldn’t stare at his scars and then look at him with sympathy. Or look away. Here, those scars were somewhat expected. The only place Zane felt comfortable was the one place he should never go back to.

“I will go where I like and do what I like.” Jen’s voice rang out in the empty bar.

The look on Stef’s face could only be called a sneer. “And that is why I will not train you. This attitude may suit your selfish needs but it’s precisely why you’ll never fit into my world.”

The waitress went a pasty white. “Stefan, I didn’t mean…” She stopped and went still.

Callie turned to her friend, moving between the girl and Stef. “It was my fault. I asked her to come with me. I was feeling a bit reckless. I came here to find someone to spend the night with, and she was worried about me.”

“What?” Nate practically screamed the question. She’d done what?

Callie shrugged. “Like I said, it might not have been the best idea. I immediately ran into Zane, who cut me off at the bar and proceeded to snarl at any man who looked at me. I will admit, there were not a lot of decent prospects here. So, you can’t blame Jen. She was only trying to help.”

“What Jennifer should have done was call me to let me know you were making a huge mistake.” Stef’s face was set. Nate knew that look. Callie should stop talking. Nate had known Stef for a long time, and Stef wasn’t listening to anything but his own rage now. “She should have trusted me to handle the situation. She knows nothing of trust, and therefore there can be nothing between us. Now, Jennifer, you have two options, you can go and get in the car, or I can carry you there.”

Tears running down her face, Jennifer walked out the door. Stef turned to Callie. “As for you…”

“No, Talbot. She’s not yours to discipline.” Zane’s words came out in a low, predatory growl.

Stef looked like he wanted to argue. Nate stepped between them. Zane was right on this one. “Stefan, I appreciate the backup, but this is between the three of us. It would be best if you left. Take Logan with you. Zane and I will handle Callie.”

“Is that the way it’s going to be?” Stef glared at them, every muscle in his body bunched and coiled.

Nate wondered if they were about to have it out. It would be worth it. Callie was worth it. “Yeah, that’s the way it’s going to be.”

A small smile broke over Stefan’s face and he sighed in obvious relief. “Excellent. Then perhaps it was worth it after all. Callie, good luck, dear. Call me if you need anything.” Just like that, Stefan was back to being the smooth artist. Nate had always envied his friend’s ability to change like quicksilver. Stef walked to the door. “Come along, Logan. I’ll take you home. I’m sure someone has told your mothers that you went into a biker bar with guns blazing by now.”

“Damn it,” Logan groused. “Do you have any idea the lecture I’m about to get? Have you ever had a big, overprotective lesbian lecture you?”

Stef laughed. “No. But thank you for the warning. I’ll be sure to drive away as quickly as possible so Marie can’t catch me. Good night.”

It was blissfully quiet. Nate looked at Zane, who seemed ill at ease, and Callie, who couldn’t possibly be as calm as she looked. “Callie, get in the car. Since you stole mine earlier, I’ll drive yours back. Zane can take his bike.”

She opened her mouth.

“No arguments.” Nate barked at her, unwilling to argue. “And Callie, passenger seat. If you decide to take off, I will show up at your house, break down your door, put you over my knee, and I won’t listen to protests, darlin’.”

Her jaw dropped open. “Nathan Wright, how dare you?”

He wasn’t about to back down. “I dare.”

“Do what he says or as soon as he’s done blistering your backside, I’ll do the same.” Zane let her go.

Her head swung back and forth between the two as though sizing up their true intentions. “You are both cavemen, aren’t you?”

Finally, she understood them. She turned and flounced off, yellow skirt floating around her knees. He looked at Zane, and they followed after her. The night air was cool on his sweaty skin, and Nate was glad for it. He was on edge, and he knew it. After Callie slammed the car door shut, he turned to Zane.

“You want to tell me what happened in there?” His eyes shifted around. He saw Zane doing the same. Looking for danger. Once a cop…

“Apparently, Ellis isn’t done with me. He put a bounty out on me.”

Simple words coming out of his friend’s mouth, but they shook Nate to his core. Brett Ellis was the president of the Barbarians. He was also the man who’d tortured Zane and nearly killed him. When would they be done with this? They had put the man in prison, but his arms had a long reach. “And now she’s on their radar.”

Zane nodded, his face a careful blank. “I’ll head out in the morning.”

Ah, the expected response from self-sacrificing Zane. No way that was going to happen. “No, you won’t. She’ll still be on their radar. I don’t suppose you had the good sense to act like she didn’t mean anything.”

He shrugged. “I tried, but I’d already beaten up a guy over her, and then I pretty much pleaded with them to let her go, so no, there’s no way they believe I don’t care.”

Damn it. He let his eyes close briefly as he considered the problem. Well, he’d wanted a reason to throw the three of them together. Now he had one. He intended to make the best of it. “We have to stay close to her. They won’t let her be. If they’re after you, the best way to come at you is through her. I didn’t help the cause tonight. They know I care about her, too. We can’t let her out of our sight. You’ll have to suck it up and show your ass around this town.”

That suited Nate just fine. Zane needed to come to the same conclusions he had. It was foolish to not try to figure out a way to make this thing work between the three of them. This was the perfect place to start. No one would care in Bliss. They could take their time and ease into the situation while Nate made plans for them. He would take it slow, move them toward what he wanted.

He was a patient man. Well, he could try to be a patient man.

Zane frowned, but Nate could see the softness in his eyes as he looked over at Callie sitting primly in the car. “I don’t think she’s going to like having us on her ass twenty-four seven.”

Nate bit back a groan at the thought of her ass. Fuck, he was going to die if he didn’t sleep with her and soon. “She’ll live with it. You’re her bodyguard. I can watch her at the station house, but what happens when I go on a call?”

A grim look of determination crossed Zane’s face. “I’ll be there. I’ll watch her.”

At least they had a plan, and it was good to see Zane emotional about something. He walked to the two-door piece of crap Callie drove. He wondered briefly how he was going to fit and where they stored the hamsters that obviously powered it. As soon as they had some cash, her ride was getting an upgrade. “I’ll see you at home. You follow, and don’t let us out of your sight. And Zane, you don’t get caught without your ordnance again.”

He slammed the door and held his hand out for the keys. Callie dropped them in and stared forward, not looking at him for even a moment. “You be as pissed as you like, darlin’, so long as you mind me.”

Callie faced the road. “You can’t expect me to obey you outside of work, Sheriff.”

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. He hated the distance she was putting between them and had no intention of allowing it to go on a moment longer. He’d seen the way she’d clung to Zane. She had done the same thing to him earlier in the day, only to push him back because she was afraid. He knew he’d had a large hand in giving her that insecurity, but there was no room for fear anymore. “Nate. Don’t you call me sheriff again. Not at work and not at home. My name is Nate.”

She set her pretty lips in a stubborn pout. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t think at all, darlin’. Look where your last idea landed you.” He turned and stared at the road ahead.

It got really dark in the mountains. He concentrated on the twin beams of light that illuminated the road in front of him. It struck him suddenly that it took two lights to really see the way through and keep things safe. Turn one off and you could be blindsided. Something tightened in his heart. It would take two of them to keep Callie safe, two of them to really love her. He had to find a way to convince them.

“You should turn here, Nate.” Callie’s head followed the road he should have turned down, the one that ran to her house. “You missed it.”

“No, I didn’t. You’re coming home with us, and you’ll stay there.”

Now she was looking at him. He felt that thrill he got when Callie was flustered and angry with him. He shouldn’t like to needle her, but she was so cute when she was pissed. And passionate.

“I certainly am not. I am going home, and then you can ride back with Zane.”

“Not happening. First, you were right. Zane takes up all the space. I can’t fit on the back of his bike. I’d have to ride on the handlebars like an eight-year-old. That’s illegal, so then I would have to write myself a ticket. If I have a ticket, how am I supposed to go on being Sheriff? I owe it to this town to be a role model. If I step down and the rubber duck takes over, chaos will ensue. So you have to come home with me in order to fight chaos.”

He turned toward the road that led to the valley his and Zane’s cabin was in, thinking about how nice it would be to have her there.

“That is the silliest thing I ever heard.” But there was a slight curling of her lips. It satisfied him.

 

* * * *

 

She knew she should protest. She should force him to take her home. This was definitely a case of “what would Nell do.” Callie’s hands twisted in her lap as Nate efficiently handled her car. The top of his head nearly brushed the ceiling, and despite the fact that he had the seat all the way back, his knees were up. She doubted Zane would be able to fit at all. Zane. He was here and, at the very least, he didn’t want her to be horribly murdered by bikers. That was something, right?

She could still feel the press of him against her skin, his weight holding her down. She’d been able to sense his panic when he realized they were surrounded. A lump formed in her throat. They had been surrounded. Those men…they had been intent on killing him. The sudden image of Zane’s big body still and silent brought a sob to her throat.

“Baby?” Nate’s voice was softer than she’d heard it in six years. He sounded like he had back then. “Oh, baby.”

He pulled the car in front of the cabin he’d bought. Callie knew it as Marnie’s old place. The elderly woman had moved into an assisted living home in Alamosa. Callie loved her cabin. She’d played there with Marnie’s grandkids when they came up for the summer.

He could have died…

She heard the driver’s side door slam. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. She put her head in her hands and sobbed. It all crashed in on her. The weeks of being near Nate, her loneliness, how scared she’d been tonight. It crashed over her like a wave that had been building for years, and she trembled with the force of it. Her car door opened, and Nate unhooked her seat belt. Before she could protest, he pulled her into his arms. One hand went around her back, and the other hooked under her knees. He cradled her against his chest. Callie gave in to the irresistible pull of another human being comforting her.

“What’s wrong?” Zane’s voice was a soft accusation.

“She’s coming down,” Nate stated quietly.

Zane nodded. He rushed to the cabin door, unlocking it and clearing the way.

“I wasn’t high,” she protested through her wretched tears. It came out on a hiccup.

“Of course you weren’t, darlin’.” Nate swept her through the small living room and sank down on the couch. He gently directed her head to the crook of his neck. “You had an adrenaline rush because you were in a dangerous situation. It helps keep you alert and aware during the crisis, but it has some aftereffects. Now you’re crashing down. I feel it myself.”

“Me, too, babe.” Zane was kneeling close to her. His hand stroked into her hair.

She rubbed her face against Nate’s neck. She should stop and put some distance between them, but it felt too sweet to be held. It had been so long since she had arms around her, skin pressed to hers, the scent of another filling her senses. She felt Zane moving next to Nate. She shivered slightly as his head nestled into her shoulder. She was fitted to Nate, and Zane was connected to her, the three of them linked together like pieces of a puzzle.

“Callie, baby, we’re in a dangerous position.”

She wasn’t sure if Nate was talking about the stuff with the bikers, or the fact that every nerve in her body was so aware of the two men touching her they were singing a chorus. Her tears were drying up, subsiding into little tremors. Those tremors were rapidly having more to do with the slide of Zane’s hand along her thigh and the way Nate’s breath heated her cheek than her earlier fear.

Zane’s voice was a low, husky growl. “You’re going to have to stay with us for a while, babe. It seems like our past is catching up and you’re caught in it. That biker gang won’t go away. They’ll be looking to mess with you because they know that would hurt me.”

“Us. Hurting you would hurt us,” Nate corrected. He brushed the hair back from her face. His blue eyes were serious as he forced her to look up.

God, she must look a mess. She didn’t cry prettily. When she started, she went all out. She got red in the face, and her nose lit up like Rudolph. She tried to pull away. His hand tightened on her hair, firmly but gently keeping her where he wanted. It should have bothered her. Instead it made her soften against him.

“Callie, these men are dangerous. You have to trust that we’ll do what it takes to protect you,” Nate said.

Zane’s head rubbed restlessly against hers. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

He groaned as his hand found the naked skin under the skirt of her dress.

“We’ll take such good care of you.” Nate’s mouth hovered over hers. So close and then he was brushing his lips against hers, the kiss so sweet it pierced through her.

Oh, boy. She was rapidly approaching the point where she wouldn’t be able to make a good decision. The tequila was still running through her system. It was time to slow things down. She understood the need to stay here, but she wasn’t about to sleep with them. Except when she opened her mouth to protest, Nate’s tongue slid in.

Push him away.

Her arms weren’t listening. One wound around Nate’s neck while the other wandered off to encourage Zane.

Zane slid off the couch, kneeling at her feet. Nate’s tongue was gliding against hers with a silky grind. Callie felt Zane pull off her shoes. He held her feet in his big hands, surrounding them with his heat. They were both so hot. The heat that came off those large bodies could keep her warm all winter.

Nate’s palms cupped her face, holding her still for his dominating tongue. He was done with gentle caresses, it seemed. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, challenging her to keep up with him. Callie let him lead, her tongue playing against his, a feminine response to his male dominance.

She sighed as Zane gently bit at the arch of her foot. She’d never thought of a foot as being erotic, but the sensation was overwhelming. Her legs started to move restlessly. Zane held her, putting a stop to that.

“No, Callie. You relax. You’re not in charge of this. We are.” Zane’s deep voice had a direct line to her pussy. It pulsed with need. She stilled, and Zane kissed his way up her leg, licking and biting and awakening every inch of her skin.

Nate’s hands pushed down the straps of her dress. He kissed her hard on the lips one last time before twisting her body around. His hands on her waist, he spun her forward so her back was to his chest and used his knees to spread her legs wide. She could feel the hard line of his rigid cock against the seam of her ass. She wiggled against it.

“No teasing,” Nate barked as he pulled down the bodice of her dress, baring her breasts. “Damn it, Callie, where’s your bra?”

His hands cupped her, his fingers immediately playing with her hard nipples.

“I don’t like them. I wear them at work but nowhere else.” She hated them, actually. She knew her breasts were too big to go without, but they were still somewhat perky, and she saw no need to give in just yet.

She looked down, and Zane was grinning up at her, the look on his face so sweetly lascivious she thought she might faint. Whatever he was planning in that brain of his was going to feel good. She was sure of that.

He tossed her skirt up, and his head disappeared. “Damn. No panties, either.”

Nate pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She felt her breasts swell under his plucking fingers. Her head rolled back. She gave up the fight. Not that she’d given it much of a go. She wanted them, even if they broke her heart.

“I’m fine with the panties.” Nate’s breath was warm on her neck. “But I don’t want anyone watching these breasts. They’re soft and round, and every man with eyes will want to watch them bounce.”

Zane came out from under her skirt. “Let ’em. I don’t mind them looking, but I’ll kick the ass of anyone who tries to touch.” He shoved her skirt up, exposing her to the air. “This, on the other hand, is a different matter. God, I missed this.”

He knelt back down and shoved his nose right into her pussy. The sensation was so startlingly intimate, she nearly jumped up. Nate’s hands tightened, keeping her close.

“Calm down, darlin’. Let Zane taste you. He’s been wanting to taste you again for years.”

“She smells so good.” Zane’s words vibrated against her flesh.

“Is she wet?”

The men were talking around her like she was a sweet plaything, existing only for their pleasure. She sighed and gave herself over to the fantasy. It was so nice to let go. Every day of her life, it seemed, was about being in control and taking care of someone else. This was heaven. She needed it so badly.

Zane’s fingers slid through the flesh of her pussy. Callie felt a fresh coat of arousal covering her.

“She’s past wet, bro. She is soaking.” He pushed a big finger deep into her pussy, grunting as he rotated it. Callie quivered. “She’s also tight as a drum. That’s what happens when you wait, babe. You get tight as a virgin all over again.”

Nate’s tongue traced the shell of her ear. “What do you mean wait?” He gasped a little. She could feel his breath on her ear. “You haven’t had anyone but us, have you, baby?”

She wanted to lie and tell them she’d had a hundred men since them. It would make her feel far less vulnerable than the truth. But they would see through her. Besides, there hadn’t been anyone. “No one but you.”

She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted them. What she had felt for the Harper twins had been a girlish crush, an attempt to hold on to what she knew. Nate and Zane were different. Her heart had been engaged the moment she laid eyes on them, and she doubted it would ever change.

“Now, Zane, since this woman of ours has been kind enough to wait until our dumb asses came back to her, maybe we should reward her.”

Zane’s finger eased out. He brought it straight to his mouth and sucked the cream off it. “I was thinking the same thing. A woman like Callie deserves a reward.”

He winked at her, his hair falling over his eyes as he knelt back down and out of view.

She gasped when his tongue slid through her juices. Liquid pleasure coursed through her. She sagged against Nate. The hard muscles of his chest became the only thing that seemed concrete. Zane’s soft, strong tongue lapping at her felt too heavenly to be real.

“That’s right, darlin’. Give over. Just relax, and let us have you.” Nate’s hips moved against her ass in a slow grind. “We’re going to take such good care of you.” His Texas accent was amped up. Every word dripped honey.

She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that this time they would stay. It didn’t matter. She would at least have this night. Zane ate her pussy, seeming to savor every inch. He sucked the flesh into his mouth and then fucked his tongue deeply into her channel. Over and over, he sucked and then speared her with his tongue. It wasn’t enough. It felt so good, but it wasn’t even close to being enough.

“Please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg. She never had been. She wanted to wrap her fingers in Zane’s thick hair and force him to fuck her hard with his tongue, but Nate’s arms bound her.

“Please what, darlin’?”

“Please make me come.” It had been so long.

“She wants to come, Zane.”

Zane’s head came up. She wanted to cry at the loss. “Fine, I’ll give you the first one, but then you don’t come until I’m inside you, understood, babe?”

She managed to nod. That sounded fine to her. Zane’s eyes stared at her breasts as he parted her with his fingers and worked his way up. Even his fingers made her feel full. He pumped slowly into her.

“Nate, I think I need to taste one of those luscious tits of hers.” Zane licked his lips. She could see the evidence of her arousal coating them.

Nate’s hands cupped her breasts, offering them to Zane. Without missing a beat, Zane leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His tongue whirled around the nub as his fingers continued their steady rhythm. She bucked against Nate.

His left arm tightened around her waist, and his teeth nipped her ear. “You stay still.”

She shivered at the erotic pleasure-pain that bite caused. As though he knew what his partner had done, Zane bit down on her nipple as his thumb found her clit. The combination of sharp pain and grinding pleasure made her scream as the orgasm washed over her. As she came down, Zane continued to thumb her clitoris. Little aftershocks caused her to shiver. Zane tongued the nipple he’d bitten softly, caressing it, as though in apology.

She dragged in long gasps of air and let her hand find the silk of Zane’s hair while she rested against Nate.

 

* * * *

 

Zane took one last soft drag off that sweet nipple before deciding his dick had been in agony long enough. If Nate was in the same shape he was in, Callie was in for a rough ride.

“Hands and knees.” He stood and quickly shrugged out of his shirt. He didn’t take any time to think about the scars on his body. A part of him knew that Callie wouldn’t care. She hadn’t cared about his scarred face, but that didn’t matter. He was far too eager to get inside her. It was all he could think about since the moment he realized she would have to stay with them. If she was living here, he would be on her four times a day if she let him. God, he felt like a beast in full rut. He shoved his jeans off. His cock was already poking out of his boxers.

Callie’s eyes were slightly sleepy. “What?”

He decided not to argue. It was better to show her what he wanted. He picked her up. “Nate, pull out the couch. It should be the perfect height.”

Nate’s eyes heated. They were definitely on the same page. Nate quickly flipped the back of the old couch down. It made a flat surface. It was uncomfortable as a bed, but it looked like the perfect way to get Callie in between them.

While Nate stripped, Zane pulled the dress over Callie’s head and tossed it aside. She wouldn’t need it tonight or, possibly, tomorrow. He drank in the sight of her perfect hourglass figure. Her nipples were still tight from his attention. Her breasts full and heavy. Her pussy gleaming with moisture. Her eyes languorous. She was the perfect picture of a well-loved woman.

He pulled her close, every inch of her pressed against him. His cock pushed at her belly. He forced her chin up so she had to look at him. “Babe, I want you on your hands and knees on the couch. Face Nate and spread your knees wide for me.”

Her sweet face was a little dreamy as she nodded up at him. He couldn’t help but smile as he plucked her glasses off her nose and laid them aside.

“Hey, what if I need to see something?” She wasn’t vigorously protesting. Her hands ran along the sides of his chest. The soft caress made him want so much more.

“I think you’ll be able to see what’s coming your way, babe.” Zane slapped her ass gently. Nate was in place, his face flush with arousal. He stroked his cock as he waited on the other side of the now flat couch. “Do what I asked.”

She climbed onto the couch, giving him a spectacular view of her ass. Her ass was made to squeeze and take a pounding. Callie was petite in height, but she was lush and curvy. She wasn’t delicate anywhere but her sweet soul. She’d been made for sex—pussy sex, oral sex, anal sex. He’d get in there soon enough. For tonight, her pussy would do, but he intended to play. She was perfect for him. Them. She was perfect for them.

Zane strode across the room and grabbed his bag. He didn’t have the toys he needed. He would buy those specifically for her, but he had a couple of things that would help. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a stack of condoms.

Nate approached her. He stroked her hair gently before wrapping his fist in it and guiding her head to his engorged dick. “Lick me, darlin’.”

Callie’s tongue came out obediently and fluttered across Nate’s cock. His partner’s head fell forward.

“Oh, yes, just like that.”

Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked. Nate’s cock disappeared and reappeared as he fucked his way into her mouth inch by inch. Zane felt his balls draw up at the sight. He was harder than he could ever remember. He stroked his cock for a moment as he watched them then rolled on a condom. He got on his knees behind her sweet ass. She wiggled it back as though anticipating his entry. He had something to do before he got to that.

He lubed up his right hand. He dribbled a line of the slick stuff along the valley of her cheeks. She had the most adorable dimples in the small of her back. Zane caressed them briefly before parting the globes. Callie stiffened.

Zane gave her a sharp smack. “Don’t you stop what you’re doing. You suck that cock, babe.” He sensed her hesitation. “I’m just playing. Nothing but my finger tonight.”

Nate took control, growling at her to be still. He softened the command with long strokes of his hand on her hair, and she went back to work.

Zane found the gorgeous, tight rosette of her ass. It was perfect and would fit him tighter than any glove. He worked the lube in, his dick throbbing. He massaged the puckered hole, dipping in to the first knuckle of his middle finger. A small plug. He’d have to work her up slowly. He gently pushed in to the second knuckle. Callie moaned around Nate’s cock, and her asshole quivered around his finger. He thrust gently in, back and forth, stretching her. After a moment, she pushed back against him. She ground her ass against his hand.

“Fuck, if you want to go together, you better be fast.” Nate was struggling. His face was contorted in a familiar look of agony. Nate pumped into her mouth. “She feels so good. Our woman knows how to suck a cock.”

Zane pulled his finger out, her little rosette clenching all the way. Now it seemed like a damn good thing the place was so small. He moved to the sink and washed up, all the while watching her as she sucked Nate hard.

His partner was right about one thing. He needed to get inside her and quickly. It had been a good thing he’d given her that first orgasm because he wasn’t sure he would last long. He moved back into place and gripped her hips.

He lined his cock up to her pussy and plunged in. She was so tight he had to wiggle and fight his way in. Her pussy was slick, facilitating his penetration. She moaned and ground back against him. Nate was holding her head, fucking her mouth freely now. Zane knew he had one thought and one thought alone. He wanted to come. Zane wanted that, too, but he was the one responsible for Callie now, and he’d have to hold off. Her tight pussy pulsed around him. His eyesight dimmed, and his brain felt fried. God, he was never going to last.

“Finish off and help me, man.” He managed to get the words out as he tunneled further in. Almost there. He was almost all the way in. Callie’s ass tilted up, and he slid home, his heavy balls touching her skin, getting coated in the cream that was pouring off her. He held her hips, forcing her to be still. He wanted a moment to savor the feeling of being buried inside her. He wanted to take her without the stupid, idiotic rubber between them. He would fill her up, and he wouldn’t let her wash it off for a while. They could sleep that way, stuck together, juices mingling.

Fuck, he was going to blow.

“Oh, yeah.” Nate moaned and ruthlessly pounded into her mouth. His hips swung forward, head fell back, and Zane could hear Callie hurrying to drink down the semen. Zane’s hips started moving of their own volition, little thrusts back and forth. An appetizer.

Nate came out of Callie’s mouth with an audible pop. Free from her duties, Callie shoved herself back at Zane. His dick was impaled fully, and there was no stopping now.

“Finger her clit, please.” Zane was begging because his balls had drawn up. He couldn’t go until she did. How did she do this to him? He could fuck for hours, but she had him coming like a schoolboy.

Nate moved quickly. Zane could see his partner was already getting hard again. He moved to the side and slid his hand under to find her clit. Zane was pretty sure Nate was accurate because her pussy clamped down like a fucking vise, and she moaned. He felt her come all around his cock, and his leash was off. He hammered into her with no thought to her comfort, only the blinding need to mark her. She was his, and he didn’t mind that she would be sore in the morning. That was what it meant to be his woman. In exchange, he would follow her around like an awfully big lapdog. He was fine with that. Any dude who wanted to call him pussy whipped hadn’t fucked Callie. And never fucking would.

Zane gritted his teeth against the roar that came as his cock exploded. Semen streamed out of him, pulsing over and over. He ground into her until he didn’t have anything left and then pushed one more time, staving off the moment when he had to leave her.

He slumped forward, his body covering hers, pushing her into the fabric of the couch. When he looked down he could see the smile on her face.

“You okay, babe?” He’d ridden her hard.

“More, please.” Her breathy request made his cock jump again.

Zane could feel Nate on the couch with them. He should roar and shove the other man away, maybe beat the shit out of him. Why didn’t he feel that?

Because Nate loved Callie, too. Because Nate would protect her with his life.

He kissed her and reluctantly pulled out. “I bet I can arrange that, babe.”

Despite the earlier events, he felt lighthearted. He forced himself off the couch. Nate already had a condom in his hand and was rolling it on his dick as Zane was pulling his off. Nate turned Callie over and had her spread eagle and penetrated in a heartbeat.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” Nate thrust in and out. Callie wound her legs around his waist.

Zane watched them. Again, no hot need to grab a knife and kill the man fucking his woman. Instead, Zane knelt by Callie’s head and kissed her. She was the one. He had known that for six years. He’d been through the fire, the crucible as Nell had called it. Was Callie the one who could make him whole again? Could make him alive again?

She was sweet and funny. She made him laugh, and somehow, when she was around, he was sure he would be okay. How did petite Callie make his big, dangerous ass feel safe? His tongue tangled with hers, and he knew he wouldn’t question it. He loved Callie Sheppard. He needed Nathan Wright.

God, could they make it work?

It didn’t matter. Not tonight or for the foreseeable future. They were stuck together. Nate was groaning on top of Callie, and she was coming again. Zane saw her face flush, heard the sweet purr that came out of her throat. Zane let his face get buried in that mountain of hair on her head. He loved the scent. This would happen again and again while they were protecting her. Maybe, after a while, it would be something none of them could live without.

Suddenly that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.