Chapter One
The smell of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air even though the bar had been closed for nearly an hour. Last call had felt a million miles away earlier in the night. Now that it had come to pass and the moment he’d been waiting for was upon him, Levi Ackerman found the entire affair very surreal.
The lights of the bar were dimmed as was the custom after hours. He and his brother had inherited the place from their father and he from his father before him. Ackerman ’ s Bar had been in the family for three generations now and the boys fully planned to leave it to their children someday—when they got around to having some.
Levi downed the rest of the whiskey from his glass. The liquid burned on its way down. He set the empty glass on the bar top. Peanut shells crunched beneath his cowboy boots with each step he took. His gaze eased back toward the pool table. Excitement and disbelief permeated his every thought and move. This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for. The night he and his twin brother, Lyle, would share the woman of their dreams. The night he’d finally know what it felt like to sink into her warm body.
Lyle had been getting a taste of paradise for nearly a month. His brother had teased him with elaborate tales of his rendezvous with Sally Young—the one for them. Of how tight her cunt was. Of how cute she was when she blushed during an orgasm and how softly she panted as she took his cock again and again.
The past four weeks had been a living hell for Levi. On one hand, he knew his brother Lyle would talk her into a threesome. On the other hand, it killed him knowing Lyle was there, in her bed, without him. When they were younger, they’d made a pact to find that perfect woman and to share her. To spend the rest of their days together, married to the same woman, popping out babies with her, growing old together. Life had made the men emotionally dependent on each other and they knew only the love of one woman, uniting them further, would do. It had always seemed so perverse to them until recently when a rash of the men they’d grown up with in Macon Valley had started doing the same thing. Apparently, it was in the water, and Levi was damn sick of fighting what felt natural.
Levi’s gaze found the pouty-lipped blonde number sitting perched on the edge of the pool table. There she was. Ms. Sally Young, quite possibly the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. Her expression was one of trepidation. His heart sank. If she wanted out of the deal, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. She was it for him. Hell, for both the Ackerman boys. He only prayed she understood as much.
“We don’t have to do this,” said Levi even though he wanted it more than life itself.
Sally licked her lower lip. “I’m ready for this. You think I’m not, but I am.”
Levi chanced a look at his twin brother. It gave him hope. “Lyle, is that right? She really ready?”
“Oh, brother, Sally is so fucking ready for us,” replied Lyle, his Southern drawl evident.
Sally had been the object of the boys’ fixation for nearly ten years. Both had longed for her from afar but until recently neither had made a move. Much to Levi’s surprise and a bit to his dismay, Lyle had manned up and asked her out. She’d accepted. That was nearly a month ago. The two had been inseparable ever since. When Lyle had told him he was sure Sally was the one for them, Levi had been skeptical. To have the girl of their dreams actually accept them openly for who and what they were was nearly too much to absorb. Yet, here she was, sitting on the edge of the pool table, running her fingers over the slate, her blue gaze locked on him.
“I’m ready, Levi,” said Sally. “I want this to happen between us.”
The smile on Lyle’s face was damn near blinding. Lyle pulled his button-up, white cotton shirt off and tossed it aside. He stood there, at one end of the pool table, now shirtless.
Boldly, Sally grabbed hold of
The smell of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air even though the bar had been closed for nearly an hour. Last call had felt a million miles away earlier in the night. Now that it had come to pass and the moment he’d been waiting for was upon him, Levi Ackerman found the entire affair very surreal.
The lights of the bar were dimmed as was the custom after hours. He and his brother had inherited the place from their father and he from his father before him. Ackerman ’ s Bar had been in the family for three generations now and the boys fully planned to leave it to their children someday—when they got around to having some.
Levi downed the rest of the whiskey from his glass. The liquid burned on its way down. He set the empty glass on the bar top. Peanut shells crunched beneath his cowboy boots with each step he took. His gaze eased back toward the pool table. Excitement and disbelief permeated his every thought and move. This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for. The night he and his twin brother, Lyle, would share the woman of their dreams. The night he’d finally know what it felt like to sink into her warm body.
Lyle had been getting a taste of paradise for nearly a month. His brother had teased him with elaborate tales of his rendezvous with Sally Young—the one for them. Of how tight her cunt was. Of how cute she was when she blushed during an orgasm and how softly she panted as she took his cock again and again.
The past four weeks had been a living hell for Levi. On one hand, he knew his brother Lyle would talk her into a threesome. On the other hand, it killed him knowing Lyle was there, in her bed, without him. When they were younger, they’d made a pact to find that perfect woman and to share her. To spend the rest of their days together, married to the same woman, popping out babies with her, growing old together. Life had made the men emotionally dependent on each other and they knew only the love of one woman, uniting them further, would do. It had always seemed so perverse to them until recently when a rash of the men they’d grown up with in Macon Valley had started doing the same thing. Apparently, it was in the water, and Levi was damn sick of fighting what felt natural.
Levi’s gaze found the pouty-lipped blonde number sitting perched on the edge of the pool table. There she was. Ms. Sally Young, quite possibly the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. Her expression was one of trepidation. His heart sank. If she wanted out of the deal, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. She was it for him. Hell, for both the Ackerman boys. He only prayed she understood as much.
“We don’t have to do this,” said Levi even though he wanted it more than life itself.
Sally licked her lower lip. “I’m ready for this. You think I’m not, but I am.”
Levi chanced a look at his twin brother. It gave him hope. “Lyle, is that right? She really ready?”
“Oh, brother, Sally is so fucking ready for us,” replied Lyle, his Southern drawl evident.
Sally had been the object of the boys’ fixation for nearly ten years. Both had longed for her from afar but until recently neither had made a move. Much to Levi’s surprise and a bit to his dismay, Lyle had manned up and asked her out. She’d accepted. That was nearly a month ago. The two had been inseparable ever since. When Lyle had told him he was sure Sally was the one for them, Levi had been skeptical. To have the girl of their dreams actually accept them openly for who and what they were was nearly too much to absorb. Yet, here she was, sitting on the edge of the pool table, running her fingers over the slate, her blue gaze locked on him.
“I’m ready, Levi,” said Sally. “I want this to happen between us.”
The smile on Lyle’s face was damn near blinding. Lyle pulled his button-up, white cotton shirt off and tossed it aside. He stood there, at one end of the pool table, now shirtless.
Boldly, Sally grabbed hold of
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