“I understand why Pete did what he did.”

Samantha sighed, relief making her lightheaded. She moved to the sofa and dropped back in her seat. “Thank you.”

“But,” he continued. “I don’t know exactly what you expect us to do about it.”

Samantha looked from one to the other, frowning. “I want you to drop the charges against him.”

“And then what?” Shayne asked softly. Too softly. She felt goosebumps break out on her arms. She crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed them, covering her beaded nipples from their gazes. What would that voice sound like in the bedroom, in the dark, against her—?

Breathe Sam! She took another deep breath. “I don’t understand.” Hell, she’d forgotten what they’d been talking about.

Shayne sighed. “Your brother seems to have a penchant for trouble. If we drop the charges against him, he’ll get out of jail, but then what? He’s already put you in danger and is deeper in debt than before. What do you think would happen if he got loose?”

Samantha blinked. His continued stare flustered her more than she wanted to admit. “But while he’s in jail, he can’t make any money. I’ve got to get those people paid off as soon as possible! I can’t keep looking over my shoulder while I’m working to pay these people back and come up with the money for the medical bills.”

Shayne inclined his head. “True.” The silence stretched again. “How much money are we talking about?”

Samantha sighed and looked back down at her lap “After selling the house and everything, we still owe a little over a hundred thousand dollars in medical bills.”

“And the other?”

Samantha rubbed her stomach and looked up. “Petey originally borrowed twenty five thousand but he said with interest it’s now close to fifty thousand dollars.”

Jackson whistled at the amount before his face tightened in anger. He looked over at his brother. “Pete tried to steal a bull worth over a million dollars to pay a debt of a hundred and fifty grand?”

Samantha’s mouth dropped open. “A million dollars? For a cow?”

“Bull,” Shayne corrected absently.

Samantha watched them both apprehensively as some sort of male communication passed between them that she had no hope of understanding. Looking at her lap and noticing that her knuckles had turned white where she gripped her purse, she made a conscious effort to loosen them. Her nerves couldn’t take much more. Would they let Petey go? She didn’t know what she’d do if they refused her. But even if they did let him go, how would they come up with the money they owed? Shayne had been right about that. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t see a way out. One problem at a time. First, she had to get her brother out of jail.

She looked up to find them both watching her. Her face burned, and she wondered what they were thinking. Forcing herself to sit still, she waited.

“Can you cook?”

Samantha blinked at Jackson’s unexpected question. Without meaning to, her eyes flew to Shayne, taken aback when his face hardened even more.

Looking away hurriedly, she forced her gaze back to Jackson, trying hard to ignore the heated amusement in his eyes. “Yes. I’ve always loved to cook. That’s what I do. I cook in a diner. Why?”

“I have a solution to your problem.”

Shayne’s warning growl shocked her and made her tremble. If either saw it, she hoped they would think fear caused it. That growl did something strange to her insides. She tightened her thighs against the rush of heat that soaked her panties.

She met Jackson’s gaze, struggling to keep her tone neutral. “You do? What is it?”

“My brother and I will drop the charges against your brother and pay off your debts.”

Samantha narrowed her eyes. “Just like that? What do you want in return?”

Jackson’s dimples appeared again. “I see you’re not as gullible as your brother. That’s good. Your brother will work here, properly supervised of course, for room and board during the next year.”

Samantha slumped in relief. They’d believed her. Petey could keep his job. She would also send money and they would no longer have men threatening her. “Oh, thank—”

“And you,” Jackson continued as though she hadn’t spoken, “will quit your job at the diner to live and work here.”

“What?” Samantha stared at him, stunned.

“You heard me. Our housekeeper retired. You can take her place. You’ll get room and board like your brother.”

She looked over at Shayne’s unreadable expression before looking back at Jackson, who’d leaned back against the arm of the sofa. “For how long?”

“One year.”

“A year!” Samantha jumped up and moved back to the window. How the hell could she live here with these two for a whole year without going out of her mind? Her panties had been soaked since she’d walked through the door. They both affected her too much to ignore. This stuff didn’t happen to her. But how else could she get out of this mess?

Samantha closed her eyes. “Shouldn’t I speak to your wives about working here?” Please let them be married. Then she knew she could resist them.

“We’re not married,” Jackson grinned and she felt it all the way to her core. “I already told you, we like to share. One woman would have to put up with both of us.”

“That’s enough, Jackson,” Shayne growled and stood. “Don’t threaten her with me. She’s all yours.”

ADULT EXCERPT
 

“Easy, baby. I’ll fill you.”

Shayne’s thrusts continued to press his thick length deeper and deeper. Moaning around Jackson’s velvety hardness, she kept trying to tilt her hips to take him in faster. The unbelievable fullness had her entire body quivering.

The hands on her breasts continued to explore her, stroking and lightly pinching. Her moans, their deep groans and murmured encouragement filled the room.

“These breasts are so damned beautiful, Sam. Oh God, your mouth feels so good. Like hot velvet. Fuck. That tongue.”

“Her pussy’s so tight she’s killing me,” Shayne groaned, his voice barely recognizable. “So damned sweet. All these fucking little ripples. Jesus.”

Samantha couldn’t stay still. With her hands gripping Jackson’s thighs for leverage, she squirmed on the table, so close, hanging on the edge of yet another orgasm.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come, Sam. If you don’t want to swallow, you’d better let go. Now.”

Samantha grabbed onto his thighs tighter. She needed all of him. Needed everything they could give her. The pull on her nipples intensified as Jackson groaned his completion. His cock pulsed and his erotic taste filled her mouth. She swallowed frantically, moaning as Shayne thrust further into her. Jackson’s deep groans went on and on. “Never like this. Fuck. Oh God, Sam. So fucking good.”

His groans and praise and the way he caressed her everywhere even afterward made her feel even more cared for. It also made her hotter. She squirmed harder, moaning in frustration and trying to take more of Shayne’s thick steel inside her body. She needed all of him. She didn’t want him to be careful. She wanted him to take her like he’d never taken another woman.

Shayne’s big hands squeezed her bottom, halting her movement.

“No more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Shayne sounded tortured as his thrusts increased in speed but he didn’t go any deeper.

Jackson withdrew from her mouth and moved above her head, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her nipples. She cried out. “More, Shayne. Give me more.”

The way his cock rubbed something inside her made her crazy. Her inner muscles burned from being stretched. Through eyes opened to slits, she could see his furious struggle for control. She didn’t want him to feel he had to be careful with her.

She wanted him to need her so much, he forgot about control. She wanted to be able to take all of him.

She bucked on the table. “Shayne. More.”

“Damn it, Samantha.”

Jackson looked down at her. “Shayne, give her more.”

“No, damn it.”

Samantha cried out when he concentrated his thrusts on that sensitive spot inside her. “More, Shayne. Harder.”

Between one thrust and the next, she went over again, crying out loudly as her body arched off the table. Every inch of her skin tingled with pleasure. Her inner muscles tightened on Shayne’s cock, pleasuring her even more. It went on and on and she hoped it would never end. The tugs on her nipples added even more as did her lovers' deep voices.

Samantha raised her hands over her head to grip the other side of the table as she dug her heels into Shayne’s firm butt, forcing herself onto his thickness. She cried out at the delicious fullness.

With a bit off curse, he plunged into her and she screamed. He went so deep inside her, it seemed impossible. He cursed and attempted to withdraw from her. She dug her heels into him even harder, absently hearing their voices but couldn’t focus on what they said. Her entire being had been taken over as one orgasm layered over another.

She shook, she cried out, she jolted in Jackson’s arms as the incredible feeling burned through her. When Shayne’s hands tightened and she heard his deep growl, she knew he’d followed, and burned even hotter as his cock pulsed inside her.