than she could withstand. She came with a bellow, digging her nails into Beau’s shoulders and writhing like a wild thing between them.
The two men stroked only half-way into her, but it seemed to be enough. Craig gave a muffled shout while Beau gritted his teeth. His body jerked once, then eased.
Together, they lay panting, and then Marti began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Craig asked, sounding lazily amused.
“Are you sure it was me that got you off and not each other?”
Beau’s eyes narrowed. “Not a word.”
“Our little secret,” she promised, grinning sleepily.
“We heard you all the way into the living room. I take it we’ve scratched off the last of your fantasies?” This came from Mondo, who was dressed in jeans and leaning against the doorframe. His glance raked them all, a single dark brow arched.
Marti groaned. “Every last wicked one of them.”
“Your presence is required, chica .”
Beau and Craig pulled away, not looking at each other.
Marti, still smirking, pulled the top sheet around her and climbed off the bed.
“Who said you could hide your body?” Mondo asked.
She waved her hand at him. “You’re dressed.”
“We still need you naked.”
Marti slumped. “I’m done. So done. You have no idea what these two put me through.”
“I can guess,” he said, raising his narrowed gaze to the other two men who slipped wordlessly past him on their way to the living room. “Lose the sheet.”
“Fine.” She dropped it and would have stomped past him, but she was just too tired.
Mondo trailed her down the hallway to the living room. Once again, a transformation had occurred. The chaise was still in the center of the floor, but red rose petals were strewn across the cushions.
Marti halted, frozen in place.
All the men were dressed, save Jackson. He stood beside the lounger and raised his hand, palm up.
Without hesitating, she glided toward him. His expression was tense, his eyes dark and probing. When she slid her hand inside his, he tugged her down, sitting her at the edge of the seat.
Holding her gaze, he dropped to one knee.
“Oh no,” she whispered. “I’m naked. And you’re naked. What the hell am I gonna tell our kids about how their dad proposed?”
The tension in Jackson’s face eased. “Guess I don’t need to ask again, do I? You already see a future for us.”
She scooted closer and framed his face with her palms. “Jackson, I can’t see a future that doesn’t include you. You’re my everything.”
“The ring,” Gus prompted with loud whisper.
Jackson reached under the lounge and pulled out a small jeweler’s box.
Marti shook her head.
“Gonna turn me down again?” His eyes glittered. “In front of witnesses?”
“I won’t be able to look at that ring without thinking about everything that happened tonight.”
“Then I better make sure you only remember how it ends.” He kissed her, a hand sliding around her waist to pull her from the seat.
Her legs parted and she settled on his lap, wrapping herself, arms and legs around his naked body and holding tight. “Who am I kidding?” She kissed his cheek, his chin, then his smiling mouth. “Yes. Yes. Yes. ”
Chapter Nine
Marti finished entering the numbers for the supply order into the spreadsheet, saved it, then closed down her computer. She checked her watch. If she hurried, she could still watch most of the boys’ flag football game.
Boys. She’d have a hard time calling them that after the night they’d given her. After drinking champagne to celebrate Jackson’s and her engagement, she’d fallen into a dead sleep, not waking until Jackson sat on the edge of the bed that morning, wearing a torn jersey and faded sweatpants. He’d made coffee and set the cup on the nightstand beside her.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he’d said, ruffling her curls.
Seeing him dressed, she’d grimaced. “Will you think I’m not romantic when I say I’m glad you’re not up for anything
The two men stroked only half-way into her, but it seemed to be enough. Craig gave a muffled shout while Beau gritted his teeth. His body jerked once, then eased.
Together, they lay panting, and then Marti began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Craig asked, sounding lazily amused.
“Are you sure it was me that got you off and not each other?”
Beau’s eyes narrowed. “Not a word.”
“Our little secret,” she promised, grinning sleepily.
“We heard you all the way into the living room. I take it we’ve scratched off the last of your fantasies?” This came from Mondo, who was dressed in jeans and leaning against the doorframe. His glance raked them all, a single dark brow arched.
Marti groaned. “Every last wicked one of them.”
“Your presence is required, chica .”
Beau and Craig pulled away, not looking at each other.
Marti, still smirking, pulled the top sheet around her and climbed off the bed.
“Who said you could hide your body?” Mondo asked.
She waved her hand at him. “You’re dressed.”
“We still need you naked.”
Marti slumped. “I’m done. So done. You have no idea what these two put me through.”
“I can guess,” he said, raising his narrowed gaze to the other two men who slipped wordlessly past him on their way to the living room. “Lose the sheet.”
“Fine.” She dropped it and would have stomped past him, but she was just too tired.
Mondo trailed her down the hallway to the living room. Once again, a transformation had occurred. The chaise was still in the center of the floor, but red rose petals were strewn across the cushions.
Marti halted, frozen in place.
All the men were dressed, save Jackson. He stood beside the lounger and raised his hand, palm up.
Without hesitating, she glided toward him. His expression was tense, his eyes dark and probing. When she slid her hand inside his, he tugged her down, sitting her at the edge of the seat.
Holding her gaze, he dropped to one knee.
“Oh no,” she whispered. “I’m naked. And you’re naked. What the hell am I gonna tell our kids about how their dad proposed?”
The tension in Jackson’s face eased. “Guess I don’t need to ask again, do I? You already see a future for us.”
She scooted closer and framed his face with her palms. “Jackson, I can’t see a future that doesn’t include you. You’re my everything.”
“The ring,” Gus prompted with loud whisper.
Jackson reached under the lounge and pulled out a small jeweler’s box.
Marti shook her head.
“Gonna turn me down again?” His eyes glittered. “In front of witnesses?”
“I won’t be able to look at that ring without thinking about everything that happened tonight.”
“Then I better make sure you only remember how it ends.” He kissed her, a hand sliding around her waist to pull her from the seat.
Her legs parted and she settled on his lap, wrapping herself, arms and legs around his naked body and holding tight. “Who am I kidding?” She kissed his cheek, his chin, then his smiling mouth. “Yes. Yes. Yes. ”
Chapter Nine
Marti finished entering the numbers for the supply order into the spreadsheet, saved it, then closed down her computer. She checked her watch. If she hurried, she could still watch most of the boys’ flag football game.
Boys. She’d have a hard time calling them that after the night they’d given her. After drinking champagne to celebrate Jackson’s and her engagement, she’d fallen into a dead sleep, not waking until Jackson sat on the edge of the bed that morning, wearing a torn jersey and faded sweatpants. He’d made coffee and set the cup on the nightstand beside her.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he’d said, ruffling her curls.
Seeing him dressed, she’d grimaced. “Will you think I’m not romantic when I say I’m glad you’re not up for anything
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