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“That’s it, darlin’. Ride me.” The primal tone in his husky
voice sent excited shivers down her spine. She might be the one on top, but he
controlled her movements, dictated the speed, and she loved it. She fucking
loved it!

“Marsha.”

Reid’s voice penetrated the sexual fog in her mind and she
turned her head, opening eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed to look at him.
Her mouth instantly started to water. He stood within arm’s reach, completely
naked and magnificently hard. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and
stepped closer. The height of the chair and her position on top of Porter put
her perfectly eye level with his cock. He reached a hand around her head,
fisted her hair in his fingers, and tipped her head back just enough.

“Suck me while you fuck him.”

Yes sir.
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She parted
her lips, eager to close them around his cock, and licked his cock head as she
took him inside. Like Porter, Reid controlled her movements, using his hold on
her hair to set the speed and depth he wanted. He let her have only a few
inches at first, keeping his hand curled around the base of his cock and
thrusting into her mouth until her lips met his fingers.

She wanted to curse him, wanted to protest, wanted to beg
for the rest of his length. She could only make pouting noises that sounded
more like mewling cries of pleasure with her mouth full and Porter’s continued
pounding into her cunt.

“Damn, you have a wicked mouth,” Reid grunted. “Do you want
it all, honey? Can you take it all?”

Yes. Oh yes, please.
She wanted it all and couldn’t
wait to try to take it all. She licked at his shaft as her head bobbed back and
forth. His cock tasted saltier than Porter’s had. The vein that ran along the
underside of his shaft pulsed against her tongue.

“She can take it all.” Porter’s hands moved from her hips to
her breasts, covering them and squeezing, using them like handles as he urged
her to fiercely ride his cock.

Reid released his shaft and Marsha relaxed the muscles in
her throat, swallowing his complete length on the next thrust. Even with her
throat open in preparation, her gag reflex tried to kick in. Reid’s cock wasn’t
as thick as Porter’s, but it was definitely longer.

“Mars, you’re too sexy this way.” Porter’s hands started to
roam her body, one gliding to her collarbone, the other taking a downward path
to the place where their bodies joined. “I want to feel you shatter. Come for
me. Come
on
me.”

He found her clit with the pad of his thumb and started a
massage that had the swollen bud quaking. Her lips tightened around Reid’s cock
and she sucked harder, drawing on his length and using her throat and cheek
muscles to milk his shaft.

Porter lifted his hips, meeting her body on the down-thrust,
and drove his cock in a slightly different angle. Fingers of ecstasy raked
through her system. He hit the spot again, and the fingers grew claws.
Razor-sharp sensations of pure rapture tore through her channel, out of her
body.

“Shit, that’s fucking amazing,” Porter grunted, his body
tensing beneath hers as he reached the edge of his release. “Ah yeah, darlin’.
That’s it. I’m—”

Going to come. Yeah, those were definitely the words he
didn’t manage to growl out before warm spurts of semen jutted into her body.
Reid’s body jerked, his cock flexed in her mouth, and hot, sticky-sweet come
squirted over her tongue and down her throat.

“Fucking hell,” Reid said on a half sigh, half laugh as he
eased his cock from her mouth and stumbled backward a full step.

Marsha giggled and collapsed onto Porter’s chest. “Don’t
fall. I don’t have the strength to help you up.”

“I hear you,” Porter chimed in, sounding breathless and
sated. His hands moved unsteadily up and down her back. “Hey, Mars.”

“Hmm?” She’d closed her eyes and was rapidly approaching
sleepy land.

“What’s your hottest fantasy?”

Marsha smiled. “You just fulfilled one of them.”

“And the other?” Reid knelt beside her and traced her
cheekbone with the back of one finger.

“You’re smart men. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” She
shrugged and let her smile widen. “And I’ll enjoy the hell out of your
experimentations until you do.”

Chapter Eight

Reid settled back on Porter’s bed and watched Marsha put on
her clothes in front of the dresser mirror. His cock throbbed at the sight of
smooth, sun-kissed legs stretching beneath the navy shorts she pulled on. He
swallowed a protest as she slid her arms through the straps of a practical,
white cotton bra, covering the perfect breasts reflecting back at him through
the mirror. She finished the outfit with a baby-blue tank top that left her
shoulders bare and made his mouth water. The way the muscles in her arms and
shoulders flexed as she ran a brush through her hair only intensified the need
for her that refused to be satisfied no matter how many times he had her.

She met his gaze in the mirror, a small smirk tilting her
luscious lips. “Enjoying yourself?”

“You have no idea how much.”

She giggled and put the brush on the dresser. A slight frown
etched itself between her brows. “Isn’t this weird to you?”

“Isn’t what weird?”

“This.” She gestured to the room behind her with a flourish
of her hand. “Us. Me, you and Porter. All of it.”

“You mean our relationship?”

She turned around and leaned against the dresser, eyeballing
him quizzically. “Is that what we have?”

Reid sure as hell hoped so, otherwise he was toast. He
hadn’t thought for a second that she might consider what they had going on as a
mere fling. What if she didn’t want more from him? More from Porter? Something
in his chest suddenly tightened. He couldn’t lose her, couldn’t go back to the
days when she hadn’t been a major part of his life, especially not after all
they’d shared these last several days.

“What would you call it?” he asked evenly, even though half
his being was now dreading her answer.

She shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know.” Her gaze slid from
him to Porter when his brother stepped out of the master bathroom.

Reid watched her eyes skim down Porter’s body, saw them
blaze with lust as she took in the fact that Porter wore only a towel wrapped
around his waist. Physical attraction wasn’t their problem. She wanted them,
craved to be naked with them. It didn’t bother him that she looked at Porter
that way. He’d often seen the same unveiled desire in her eyes when she looked
at him, too.

But was physical attraction as deep as her feelings went?

Porter’s attention jumped from Marsha to Reid and back
again. “Did I miss something?”

“See? This is what I’m talking about. The two of you are
here, going about the morning as if the
three
of us didn’t just share
that bed last night. I’m sorry, but that just tops the weirdness meter.”

Reid saw in Porter’s expression when his brother understood.

Caught up on the conversation now, Porter leaned a shoulder
lazily against the bathroom doorframe. “What should we be doing differently,
Mars?”

Marsha bowed her head, growled like a caged lioness, and
looked up again. “I don’t have a freaking clue. Have you ever done this before,
shared a woman before?”

“Once.” Maybe twice, Reid amended silently, not entirely
sure. Neither he nor Porter had planned it when it happened and it had been
sex, nothing more and nothing less. They’d walked away the next morning knowing
they were leaving a thoroughly satisfied woman behind and feeling pretty damn
satisfied themselves. Then they’d gone on about their lives as if nothing had
ever happened. Despite what Marsha said, that wasn’t what they were doing this
morning.

“Never anything like this, though,” Porter added. “She was a
willing toy. It was fun on all counts and when it was done, it was done.”

“I’m not a toy.”

Reid couldn’t tell by her tone or expression if she was
asking them or telling them. “No, you aren’t. You’re the woman we want, and not
just in bed.” There, if that didn’t make it clear enough to her that what they
had going was a relationship, he didn’t know what would.

“So you’re, what, just going to continue to share me?”

The bafflement in her tone would’ve been comical if the
situation hadn’t been so serious. Did she honestly believe she couldn’t be so
beautiful, so desirable, so fucking fantastic that two men couldn’t fall for
her at the same time?

Porter scratched his temple. “It seemed like the simplest
solution to us.”

“If it makes you that uncomfortable, one of us could step
back.” Reid didn’t have to be looking right at Porter to see the surprise and
the sure-as-hell-won’t-be-me on his brother’s face. Yeah, it sure as hell
wouldn’t be him, either, so why he’d made the offer he couldn’t say. Temporary
insanity, apparently.

“No,” she said quickly. “I—”

“Seeing as how neither of us wants to be the one to do that,
I guess we could duke it out,” Porter cut her off. “It’s been a long time since
Reid and I have gone to blows over something. Hell, I don’t know who would win.
It could get interesting.”

“Will you stop it?” Obviously confused and half exasperated
with it, Marsha pushed away from the dresser, paced three steps toward the
window, and whirled on them. “You’re telling me the two of you can handle this,
that you can keep sharing me, and you’ll be happy?”

Reid nodded. “A lot happier than we’d be if one of us had to
back off. Of course, if you want to choose, then—”

“God, no!” The words fired from her mouth without hesitation
and Reid nearly laughed before he thought better of it. She shook her head
vehemently. “Please don’t ask me to choose between you. I couldn’t do that. I
l—” She broke off, her eyes widening with a mixture of horror and shock.

“We would never ask you to choose, Mars,” Porter assured
her, obviously missing her almost slip of the tongue.

Reid had heard it, though, and no way was he going to let it
slide. “Do you love us, Marsha? Both of us?”

She gulped. Her eyes locked with his and her head bobbed up
and down wordlessly.

“Well, that’s a relief.” Porter straightened and started
toward her. “Nothing worse than hell to love a woman who doesn’t love you
back.”

“You love me?” Her whispered words rang with disbelief.

“Yes, I love you.”

Reid climbed off the bed and walked to her, stopping in
front of her next to Porter. “When we realized we both felt the same way about
you, we weren’t really all that surprised.”

“You’re perfect for us,” Porter chimed in, reaching out to
skim the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “You’re exactly what we’ve both
been looking for. Like I said already, sharing you seemed like the simplest
solution.”

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it a
moment before asking, “Is it fair? I mean, to you guys. I have both of you and
there’s only one of me.”

Reid laughed. He couldn’t help it. He snaked an arm around
her waist and pulled her close to his side, leaving room for Porter to hold
her, too, if he wished. “If you’re worried one or both of us is going to cheat
because of that, stop. We’ve got all the woman we need right here in our arms.”

“Yeah, we’ve got our hands full handling you,” Porter added,
snuggling against her other side. “Adding anyone else to the mix would be a
headache.”

“Oh, hardy-har-har.” She rolled her eyes, but a smile
unfolded on her sensuous lips. “As if I’m not going to have my hands full with
the two of you.”

Porter grinned. “Hands, among other things.”

That made her giggle.

Reid kissed the side of her head. “Are you good now?”

She nodded. “Amazed, but good, yes.”

“You know I love you, too, right?” He realized Porter had
said the words, but he hadn’t, not specifically anyway. He needed to make sure
she knew before they ended this conversation, before anything went any further.

“I do now.”

“Better late than never.” Porter hooked a finger under her
chin, turned her head toward him, and kissed her before he stepped back. “So
what are your plans for today?”

Marsha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m going
to see Blair first. You called her, right?” she asked Reid. “She’s at home?”

“She said she would be until around two o’clock. I didn’t
tell her you would be stopping by.”

“Good, maybe if she’s not expecting me she won’t open the
door with a rifle in her hand.”

* * * * *

Marsha had heard the expression “walking on cloud nine” and
even thought a time or ten that she understood it. She’d been wrong. Nothing
that had happened in her life so far had filled her with the same sense of sheer
euphoria that was pumping through her veins today. No doubt about it, this
feeling gave a true definition to the saying.

She couldn’t stop grinning as she drove Porter’s truck to
Blair’s house. She figured the insurance company would deem her car totaled
after the damage it sustained when the power pole landed on it. Even that
knowledge didn’t wipe the smile from her face. She probably looked like a loon
driving down the road, her lips spread from ear to ear, but she didn’t care.
For the first time in ages, things were right. They were odd. After all, in
less than a week she’d snagged the two men she loved, had her bar destroyed in
a tornado, discovered who her father had been, and found out she had a sister.
Still, her life had never felt so together, so…right.

She pulled the truck into the half-circle driveway of
Blair’s home and cut the engine. She’d always loved Blair’s house, though she
didn’t think she would ever want to own one like it herself. Two stories with a
basement and a full acre of land located in a stellar neighborhood, the red
brick and ivory home seemed the perfect place to raise a middle-class family.
Not that Blair and her husband had started that family yet. Both were too
career minded to focus on having kids at this stage in their marriage.

Marsha took a deep breath, grabbed the letter from the
passenger seat, and got out of the truck. She walked slowly up the steps to
Blair’s front door, silently rehearsing what she would say although she doubted
it would do any good. She rang the bell twice before the door swung open. Blair
greeted her with a smile that immediately vanished when she realized it was
her.

“What are you doing here?” Pure sarcasm and total disgust
tainted her question.

Good thing I didn’t expect a warm welcome.
Marsha kept
her smile in place, determined to be friendly no matter what it cost her. She
now knew this woman was her half-sister, but that didn’t change her attitude
about her much. Blair Curtis was a bitch with a capital
B
and, after the
stunts she’d pulled, Marsha thought Blair should consider herself lucky Marsha
was the type to walk away rather than getting physical.

“Hello, Blair,” she said politely. “I was hoping I would
catch you at home.” Politeness demanded manners and her mother had raised her
with plenty of them.

“If I had known it was you I would’ve never opened the
door.” Blair flipped her hair over her shoulder in a gesture that screamed
snobbery and revulsion. “What do you want?”

Marsha instantly found herself looking for resemblances
between herself and her half-sister. Funny how different a person looked once
you realized they were a relative. Blair wore her hair long like she did,
though she most often left it down and meticulously styled rather than pulled
into a messy ponytail like Marsha always did. Blair’s was bleached a stark
blonde. Marsha wondered if her natural color was the same dirty-blonde as her
own and realized she’d never noticed in the pictures she’d seen of Blair as a
young girl.

Blair’s face structure was similar and her eyes were definitely
the same color. They’d gotten that from Martin, eyes so green they reminded
everyone of Jolly Rancher candies. Their height and build were about the same,
too, though Blair chose to cover hers with designer clothes rather than the
blue jeans and T-shirts Marsha preferred. Blair accented her height with
four-inch stilettos rather than comfortable tennis shoes.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Marsha said finally, keeping her
tone kind, her expression relaxed.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Blair spat and started to
shut the door in Marsha’s face.

Marsha braced a hand on the door, keeping it from closing
more than an inch. Temper flared in Blair’s eyes and Marsha made her expression
firmer, though she didn’t let her own irritation show. “Two minutes, Blair.
That’s all I need.”

“Well, that’s more than I’m willing to give you. I’m leaving
for an appointment in ten and I’ve still got a million things to do.”

That was bullshit and Marsha knew it. It wasn’t noon yet.
She didn’t call the woman on the lie, seeing no good to starting a catfight on
her front steps.

“Why don’t you call first next time?” she suggested with an
obvious forced sweetness in her tone that dripped with derision. “I really do
hate unannounced visitors.”

Marsha bit her tongue, stopping the half-dozen snappy
retorts that nearly escaped. “Yeah, I don’t care for them much myself. But,
really, it’s okay. I just dropped by to give you this.” She held out the letter
and waited for Blair to take it.

Blair reached for it hesitantly, suspicion narrowing her
eyes as if Marsha might be handing her a ticking time bomb or a piece of paper
laden with a poisonous substance. “What is it?”

“A letter to you.” Marsha waited a beat and added, “From
Martin.”

“From Daddy?” Blair’s tone softened for the first time and
Marsha saw the lingering pain of her loss move through the woman’s eyes. She
had been daddy’s little girl no matter how old she’d become.

Marsha wondered if she would’ve been that way too, if she’d
been given the chance. She’d loved her mother and couldn’t imagine anyone
taking her place. But would she have shared that soul-deep love with her
father, too?

“What does it say?” Blair asked slowly as her fingers
latched on to the paper.

“I didn’t read it.” Though she knew, at least in part, what
it said, definitely knew what it would reveal. She could tell Blair didn’t
believe her for a second, but the woman let it go.