Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Loving in Silver 3

Butterfly Madness

After her sister dies, Marley Jacobson lets fate choose her new home by throwing a dart at a map. She and her sister had shared dreams of the kind of place they wanted to live. When the dart lands on Silver, she goes there to discover it’s the perfect place for her to both heal and to settle her sister’s affairs.

Marley doesn’t have plans for love and romance at this point in her life. Love will come later, when the grief and guilt lessen. What she hadn’t planned on was meeting two charming, sexy men. Grayson Evans is the sheriff. Roarke O’Malley is a businessman. They’re perfect for each other as longtime partners. She learns they’re searching for their third, a woman to love and live the rest of their lives with. As she gets to know them, she decides they would be perfect for her, too. Can she get beyond her grief and guilt to give them a chance?

Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

Length:
74,130 words
 

Loving in Silver 3

Lynn Stark

MENAGE AMOUR

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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BUTTERFLY MADNESS

E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-161-9

First E-book Publication: January 2013

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I want to dedicate this book to the memory of my friend Martha B. She would have loved every word of it and was always supportive of my work. I named one of the harlequin Great Danes in the story after her. As much as she loved the Dalmatians she bred, raised, and showed, she always wanted one of the huge, magnificent dogs. Thank you, Martha. You were one fantastic lady, and I remember you with love.

BUTTERFLY MADNESS

Loving in Silver 3

LYNN STARK

Copyright © 2013

Fabulous. The description ricocheted around in his head as Roarke stared in disbelief.

The woman, somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties, turned away from the shop window she had been looking in to continue down the sidewalk. Roarke tried to get his tongue back in his head as he made the decision to follow her. It wasn’t much of a decision. And if Gray was there he would say he was using his little head to do his thinking. There wasn’t a ring on her finger. He took that as a sign that he should investigate further. His gaze roamed over her, noting everything from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

She had lightly tanned skin, long, slender limbs, waist-length sable hair, and butterflies. Roarke had never given much thought to all those things combined, but now he thought they were all perfect together. He admired the short white top and flirty, peach-colored skirt she wore. Yeah, he could appreciate butterflies as they danced over the woman’s slender waist and up, he suspected, under the short shirt she was wearing.

As he followed her at a distance down the sidewalk, hoping he didn’t look too much like a stalker, he pulled out his phone to call his lover and partner Grayson Evans. Gray was the sheriff, but it was his day off. They were supposed to meet for lunch and plan what they were going to do that night. His eyes admired her long, tanned legs downward until he saw the string of small shells around her left ankle. Nice.

What the hell was Gray doing? he wondered as he listened to the phone ring. Roarke couldn’t follow the woman much longer before she started getting suspicious of his behavior.

He and the other man had been partners for years and, being citizens of Silver and following what seemed to be tradition for many men in the town, they were planning on finding the perfect woman to share for the rest of their lives. As he watched that flirty little skirt dance around fabulous thighs, Gray finally answered his phone.

“What’s up? I’m not late, am I?”

“No. But you might want to get moving. I’ve seen something you might be interested in.”

“A woman?” he guessed correctly. “Who is it?”

“Don’t know. I’ve never seen her before. Where are you?”

“I had to come into the office. I had to talk to Cherry. Let me know where you are and I’ll catch up with you.”

The sheriff’s office was only a few blocks away. It wouldn’t take long for Gray to catch up, a couple of minutes at most if he got his ass moving. “She just turned onto North Silver Street. When you see her, if she’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, I’ll give you a blow job.”

Gray laughed huskily. “You’ll give me a blow job anyway.” There was a moment when Roarke could hear his lover and friend speaking to someone else. There was soft feminine laughter and he guessed Cherry Preston, Silver’s newest deputy, was there with him. Gray didn’t have a shy bone in his body, and he knew Cherry well enough to know she wouldn’t be shocked or horrified to hear him speaking as he was. “I’ll see you in two minutes.”

The sexy butterfly woman stopped in front of another shop. This one was a leather goods store which had been around since the nineteen thirties. He loved going in. The first thing he always did was breathe in the scent of leather. Harry, the grandson of the founder, was an artist, and his products, everything from belts to custom handbags for women, were always in high demand by the residents of Silver as well as the many tourists who visited their charming town.

Roarke tried to look inconspicuous as he stood there, about twenty feet away, but it was damned hard. He was feeling very conspicuous, as if he had a flashing red light attached to his hat. Where the hell was Gray?

The woman turned suddenly to pin him where he stood when Gray appeared at his side. A strong arm slid around his waist, pulling him close to a very hard, muscular body. A shiver of pleasure ran over his skin. It always did. Gray’s touch was something he eagerly welcomed or sought out.

“Hey, babe,” Gray murmured next to his ear, nipping his earlobe before pulling back.

The woman looked from Roarke to Gray, seeming to examine them both for a moment. He saw her visibly relax. Then she was smiling, nodding in a fairly friendly manner, then turning back to continue her self-guided tour along the sidewalk.

“That was close,” Roarke said, relieved she hadn’t started screaming for help. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

Gray nodded as they watched her walk along, her hips twitching enough to make the skirt dance back and forth across the backs of her thighs. They waited until she was a couple blocks ahead before they started following again.

“Do we ask her out or what?”

Roarke laughed at Gray’s eagerness. “I think we should ask her name first, don’t you?”

“If we have to,” the other man grumbled. “I’m the sheriff. I should do it.”

“Well, we better think of something before she gets away.”

“I feel like we’re back in high school. I definitely remember having this conversation with you before.”

They’d had the conversation more times than they could remember in their teens. It had been a hideous time for them. Pimples, weird growing spurts, and hair sprouting from strange places had contributed absolutely nothing to their confidence in dealing with the opposite sex. Girls had giggled and laughed at them. Girls were like that. Teasing one moment and spiteful the next. They hadn’t had sex with a girl until they were out of high school, and that enlightening moment had been with a college girl in the area with her family on a skiing vacation. She had made a point of helping them catch up on everything they had missed out on.

“One good thing, we’re not as ugly as we were back then.” Gray hugged him close as they stopped again, giving the woman ahead of them more space. If she looked back, she would see just what they were, two men in love. There was nothing the least suspicious about that. “I love you, you know.”

Roarke looked up at him and smiled. “I know. I love you, too. I could have sworn you told me just this morning.”

“I did. But I don’t mind saying it again.”

Neither man was afraid to show their love for one another in public. It was Silver, after all. They had been born and raised here. It was one place in the world where people could be who they were. Every once in a while someone was an asshole about the varied relationships to be found in town, but fortunately they were outnumbered and rarely tolerated. It was hard to be a cat in a room full of dogs.