Healing Pleasure by Tonya Ramagos Page A

questions he saw forming on Lena’s lips, yet again coming to his rescue. His friend moved to her, drew her in, and dipped his head to cover her mouth with his. “Enough talk about all that,” he told her as he ended the kiss. “Let’s go for a swim.”
     
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    Lena blinked at Brit as her mind tripped and stumbled over his words. One thing about it, the man knew how to shut her up. Her lips tingled from the kiss. The heat of it shimmered through her system, hardening her nipples until the pressed insistently against the hard wall of his chest. Apparently, the walk through familiar ground had worked like a charm. The shadow that had been so apparent on his handsome face wasn’t so dark anymore. She hated to bring it back, but she knew the only way to get rid of it once and for all was to coerce him into talking about the op.
    “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” The devious glint in his eyes had the heat spreading to her pussy.
    “Neither did we.” Trey’s easy gait brought him closer. He rounded her and Brit, moving in at her back. “They aren’t necessary when you’re in the country on private land, sugar.”
    Were they crazy? And what was Trey doing following Brit’s lead?
    He’s doing like he’s always done.
    Yeah, she’d figured that out. She wouldn’t have pegged Trey for a follower, but, when it came to Brit, that was obviously what he did. He had to know she’d been using the talk about how they’d grown up and come to live at Rescue Ranch as a way to get Brit talking. Except, that talk had revealed things about Trey he’d apparently not wanted her to know.
    “All right,” she said slowly, her mind frantically working even as her hormones went haywire. Being between them again, feeling the hard walls of their bodies against her front and back, absorbing the heat and strength of their embraces, pulled things from her mouth she knew she shouldn’t say. “I’ll get in that pond, but the talk keeps going.”
    “Darlin’, once you get naked, I promise you talking will be the last thing on my mind.”
    “Trey and I will help you keep your thoughts straight.” She leaned her head back on Trey’s chest and angled it to look up at him. “Won’t we, lemon drop?”
    Trey snorted. “You’re going to be on your own with that one, sugar.”
    Well, hell. He wasn’t going to be any help. She left her head laying on his chest, but turned her attention back to Brit. “Tell me how you really hurt your knee and I’ll take off my boots.”
    The shadow returned to his expression in full force. “You’re not gonna let up, are you, darlin’?”
    She cupped the side of his face. “Try it my way, okay?”
    “What is this, your version of strip poker?”
    “The way I figure it, we’ll be both holding a royal flush when it’s over.”
    He sighed, but she caught the amusement that mixed with a dark dread in his eyes, creating a dangerous concoction that sent equal parts trepidation and excitement racing through her. “Add the shirt to that and I’ll play along for a while.”
    She was getting in too deep, but it was too late to back down now. Shutting off the warning bells sounding loudly in her head, she shifted between him and Trey and pulled off the boots she’d borrowed from May.
    Satisfaction sparked a new heat on Brit’s handsome face as he eased back, giving her room to take off her shirt. Trey’s hands stayed where they’d come to rest on her hips, but he moved back a fraction as she fisted the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
    Brit’s gaze felt like a physical caress as his attention dropped from her face and did a slow glide over her chest. “Damn, darlin’, you’re one sexy woman.”
    “Thank you. I believe you owe me an answer now.”
    He puffed out a hard breath, raked his fingers through his hair, and nodded once. “I tripped, felt myself going down, and twisted. The knee took the impact.”
    “What did you trip over?”
    “Take off the bra.”
    She