Plenty to Give [Plenty, FL 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lara Valentine

  “I dated women exclusively until I met Meyer. He pulled me into playing for the other team.” Logan winked.

  “I dated both men and women. I didn’t care as long as I felt something for them,” Meyer said.

  Sadie fought the urge to fall back down onto the bed. Instead, she inched toward the open door. She needed time to get her head on straight. The revelations this morning had made her mind whirl with possibilities she had no business thinking about. They’d said they were looking for a woman, but they didn’t say they were attracted to her. Nothing had really changed.

  Sort of.

  “Um, well, I wish you good luck with your search. You know, for a girl-third. Lots of women here in Plenty. You should be able to find one without a problem.” She was standing in the doorway now. “I’ll go and get the laptop. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Before they could stop her, she flew down the hall to the office, closing the door behind her. Her heart pounded in her chest and she leaned back against the solid wood as her breathing slowed to normal. Finding out they liked women as well as men was so not good for her libido. She’d be fantasizing all the time now if she wasn’t careful.

  She’d have to be very, very careful.

  Chapter Three

  Logan held his aching ribs. He shouldn’t be laughing. Fuck, he shouldn’t even be smiling but he couldn’t help himself. Sadie was too cute. “She ran out of here like a crazy clown with a knife was after her.”

  Meyer shuddered. “I hate clowns. Scariest fuckers on earth.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you sure she’s ready? I thought we were going to take it slow?”

  “Once you told me what I did in the hospital, the gloves are off, lover. She didn’t run screaming sexual harassment, did she? No.” Logan answered his own question. “She blushed. I think she likes us. I think we have a shot with her. She’s the one we want, right?”

  Meyer nodded. “You know she’s the one I want. Are you sure?”

  “I’m so fucking sure I wish I was out of this sickbed,” Logan said grimly. “These last few weeks have only made me more sure. She’s a total sweetheart and she likes both of us.”

  “I trust your judgment. You know I don’t know how to read people. That’s your department.”

  “You’re going to have to court her for both of us while I’m laid up here. Take her to dinner, do nice things for her. Nothing’s too small or too silly.”

  Meyer wasn’t the best at interpersonal relationships. Logan had always filled that role between the two of them and it made them the perfect team. His lover looked concerned about the reversal.

  “You’ll have to tell me exactly what I should do. What if I do something that upsets her?”

  Logan shook his head. “You won’t. You’ll do fine. Bring her a soda in the afternoon. Pull out her chair for her. Take her for a walk when the weather’s good. Maybe even steal a kiss. I won’t be too jealous.”

  Meyer snorted. “You’re already one up on me. I can’t believe you kissed her in the hospital. I almost had a heart attack when you did that.”

  “I only wish I could remember it.” Logan grinned. “From what you said, I even copped a feel of her cute little bottom.”

  Sadie’s heart-shaped ass was imminently fuckable and Logan had fantasized about being balls deep inside of it more than once.

  “You did, horny bastard.” Meyer wasn’t smiling but his eyes were twinkling.

  Logan reached out and tugged his man closer so he was sitting on the bed. Logan loved this man with everything inside of him. He wanted to love Sadie the same way. Was it too much to ask that lightning strike twice in a lifetime?

  “I am horny. How about a blow job, lover?” Logan ran his hands up Meyer’s muscular chest and cupped his square jaw. “A kiss would be a good start.”

  Meyer placed his hands gently on Logan’s shoulders. “Easy, babe. You’re in no shape for any X-rated fun. A kiss is as far as we go.”

  “Then kiss me, for fuck’s sake.” Logan hadn’t felt close to Meyer since before the accident on Saturday. It was rare for the two men to go more than a day without making love, and Logan was desperate. His hard cock had made a large tent under the sheet and his balls were tight.

  Meyer’s lips were tender on Logan’s, their tongues dueling and rubbing together. Meyer sunk his fingers into Logan’s hair to hold his head still and take control of the kiss, but Logan needed more than a tender good morning. He needed it hard.

  Meyer tasted like bacon and coffee and Logan lapped at the cavern of Meyer’s mouth and lips. Their breaths grew heavy as the kiss went on, and the pressure began to build at the base of Logan’s spine. Meyer pulled away with a gasp. “No. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  Logan grabbed Meyer’s hand and moved it to his aching cock. “I need to come, lover. It hurts more than my ribs.” Logan’s voice sounded like rough gravel.

  Indecision flitted across Meyer’s face. “No, babe. You’ll hurt yourself if you come. I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as you feel better.”

  Logan groaned, now wishing he’d taken the prescription pills. Maybe then he wouldn’t be hurting from a bad case of blue balls. “Fuck. I haven’t emptied my balls since Friday night.” Meyer’s expression was regretful but Logan knew his lover wouldn’t be swayed once he’d made up his mind. “Can you at least help me into the shower so I can blast this hard-on with some cold water?”

  A flicker of a smile. “As soon as you eat your breakfast. We’ll get you all clean and spruced up before Sadie gets back.”

  Just the mention of the cute little blonde made Logan’s cock jump. “Shit, that made it worse. Now I’m horny for you and her. At least you can have sex with her.”

  Meyer shook his head. “I won’t have sex with her without you.”

  “If you have a chance to be with her, don’t wait for me. I mean it. She’s young and scared. We may only get one chance to show her how we feel. Don’t let it go by. When I get better we can even up the time you’ve spent with her.”

  “We’ll play it by ear. I don’t think I’ll get a chance before you get better. You’re already a hundred percent better than you were on Saturday.”

  It appeared everyone was buying his “I feel much better” routine. The fact was Logan felt like he’d gone through a wood chipper. He hoped he could keep up the farce. He hated having people fuss over him. When he was growing up, being sick had been looked upon as a weakness. It wasn’t something to encourage.

  “We just need to let her know we’re attracted, but the final decision to be with us will be made by her. She has to want both of us, and we need to make that clear. No more hiding our feelings. We let her know she’s the one we want.”

  He and Meyer nodded their agreement. Logan wasn’t too sure Sadie wanted to be with them. She was attracted, that was true, but it didn’t mean she wanted to have a relationship with them. They were older and she might be looking for someone closer to her own age.

  They’d have to convince her how wonderful it could be between them. Luckily, he’d wrecked his bike and now she was living in their house. He hoped it would make things easier. One thing he’d learned about Sadie in the last few weeks was that Sadie Stewart wouldn’t be easy to convince.

  Something had hurt her in the past, and Logan and Meyer had a great deal of work to do fixing whatever had been broken.

  * * * *

  Sadie peeked around the door into Logan’s room. When she’d come back earlier with the laptop, the men had been locked in a serious kiss. She’d watched them for a few moments before tearing herself away. It had been hot seeing the two men together. She hadn’t expected to be aroused by the manly display but her body had responded immediately. She’d gone into the hall bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to get control over herself.

  This time Logan was back in bed, his wet hair pulled back into a ponytail, his chest still bare. Meyer had scooted onto the bed and propped himself up with a few pillows on the headboard. Th
ey were channel surfing when she entered cautiously.

  “Hey, do you have the laptop?” Meyer asked. “We’re ready if you are.”

  Sadie looked around for a chair but Logan patted the bed. “Plenty of room at the end of the bed. Grab yourself some space and make yourself comfortable.”

  “Okay, if you’re sure.”

  The very last thing she wanted to do was be on the same bed as these two gorgeous men but they were looking at her with innocent and expectant expressions. She took a deep breath and sat down near the foot of the bed, her legs crossed and the laptop perched on her knees.

  “It might be more comfortable if you put it on a pillow.” Meyer grabbed a pillow from behind him and placed it in front of her. She avoided looking at him and set the laptop on the pillow.

  “Thanks.”

  It was hard to talk. The bedroom was filled with their heady scent. The sexy, masculine aroma teased her nostrils and made her nipples peak inside her bra. It was a spicy, citrus note and she wanted to bury her nose in their necks and shoulders and breathe deeply.

  I am so messed up.

  “Here’s the first email.” Sadie tried to concentrate on the task at hand ignoring their yummy bodies stretched out on the bed mere inches from her own. They managed to work through most of them over the next hour.

  “Here’s the last one. It’s from someone named Tucker Dent. He’s requesting your help with a case but he doesn’t say what it is.” She read further into the email. “Apparently, you worked on this case before?”

  She looked at the men who had gone completely still and silent, their expressions grim. Whatever case it was, it wasn’t a pleasant or happy one. Meyer ran his fingers through his hair.

  “We have. Shit. We knew he wouldn’t stay underground long but I hoped.”

  She looked back and forth between the men but no more information was forthcoming. “Who is he?”

  Logan’s lips were pressed together. “Jean-Luc. We don’t know his real name. That’s just the name he uses. He’s a cyber criminal. He uses computers to steal money and identities. Mostly money.”

  “He’s French? How did you get involved in a case in France?”

  Meyer shook his head. “We don’t know if he’s really French. He may be affecting a cover. His crimes are worldwide but many have taken place in the US. That’s how we got involved. We were hired by several big financial firms, who shall remain nameless, when Jean-Luc was hacking their systems and stealing.”

  Finding a hacker would be right up Meyer’s alley. She hated to ask the next obvious question. “I guess he got away?”

  “Got away? We never got close to him, the bastard. He teased and taunted us and then disappeared,” Logan replied. “We want him badly.”

  Meyer nodded in agreement. “It’s personal.”

  These two men, who were normally laid back and relaxed, looked like they were coiled so tightly they might explode. For Meyer to say it was personal, things must have been bad. They never seemed to get emotionally involved in any case.

  Until now.

  Her fingers were poised over the keys. “Should I tell Mr. Dent you’ll take the case then?”

  “Yes,” Meyer stated. “Tell him I’ll give him a call today. We need to clear our desks of other things and give this our total attention. Let’s go over our open cases and see what we can hand off.”

  She quickly typed in the reply and hit the send button, then opened the daily sheet with the open and in-process assignments. Their scowls deepened as they spun through the never-ending list of work. Meyer waved his hand in the air, cutting off the discussion with a resigned sigh. “We just need to call in some of our guys. Bite the bullet and make them full-time employees instead of consultants. We’ve talked about it time and again, but never pulled the trigger.”

  “Will they want to be full-time?” Logan asked. “They’ve always been independent and liked it that way.”

  Meyer smiled. “We’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse.”

  “What is it with men and The Godfather?” Sadie shook her head.

  “It’s a great movie.” Logan grinned. “Great actors, great story.”

  Sadie wrinkled her nose. “Not my cup of tea, I guess.”

  “Let me guess, you like Miss Congeniality?” Logan was holding his ribs trying not to laugh. She wanted to kick his shin but he was injured.

  “What’s wrong with Miss Congeniality? Does that make me stupid? Are you calling me a dumb blonde?”

  Sadie found herself leaning forward on her hands and giving the men a mean look. Their eyebrows went up and they immediately backed down. She’d been called a dumb blonde in the past and hadn’t liked it much.

  “Fuck, no. You’re one of the smartest people I know.” Meyer held up his hands.

  Sadie sat back down. “Now you’re being condescending. I’m not a genius. I’m just not dumb because I like comedies. You have an entire shelf of bromance movies in the living room. Nobody’s getting a Pulitzer for writing those.”

  “We’re sorry. Really. We didn’t mean anything by it. We were just playing around.” Logan reached out and captured her hand, sending heat straight up her arm.

  She’d probably been too sensitive. “It’s okay. I’ve got this thing about being called dumb.”

  “Baby, no one here thinks you’re dumb.” Meyer grabbed her other hand. “We were being funny about the difference in guy movies and chick movies, that’s all. I swear, this was not about intelligence. Please believe me.”

  He was looking at her with those intense blue eyes, the sincerity shining through. “I believe you.”

  She looked away and broke the spell. A woman could get lost in those eyes, but she didn’t have the luxury. “So what’s the plan of action? Do you want me to call our consultants and see if they can take some of these cases?”

  “I’ll call them. I need to talk to them about permanent employment. Let’s go into the office and go through the invoices and make sure those are all paid. Then, we can get a communication plan with our clients regarding the status of their cases and the projected dates for closure.”

  “We also need to talk to Tucker. I’ll give him a ca—” Logan reached for his cell on the nightstand.

  “No,” Meyer’s deep voice boomed. “You will rest and take a nap. We will call Tucker. We will call the consultants.”

  Logan fell back against the cushions. “Being injured sucks. Everybody else gets to have fun but me.”

  “Enjoy lounging around while you can. We’re about to get god-awful busy, babe. Come on, Sadie. Let’s leave this slacker alone so he can get some rest.” Meyer offered his hand to help her off the bed. Their fingers wound together, and sparks seemed to fly from their joined flesh. Damn, she had it bad for these men.

  “Will you come back later and fill me in?” Logan cajoled.

  “Nope. Get some rest. If you’re a very good boy, we might let you come to the table for dinner tonight. Say night-night, Sadie.”

  She grinned and called over her shoulder to an unhappy Logan. “Night-night.”

  She giggled as a pillow sailed through the air and hit the door inches from Meyer’s head. “It won’t work, babe. We’ll be back later.”

  Meyer closed the bedroom door with a decisive click. “Ready to work? We’ve got a lot to do.”

  That’s what they’d hired her for. Work. Not to moon over them or fantasize about their bodies. Work. She’d do well to remember that fact.

  * * * *

  “It’s Jean-Luc,” said Meyer. He was talking to one of his consultants and trying to convince him and his partners to come work with them permanently. “He’s back and we need to swing our attention to this new case. Plus, we still have an entire spreadsheet of cases that need our attention. There’s no end in sight to the work. What do you think?”

  Pierce McDonald was quiet on the other end of the line. Pierce was Meyer’s last hope. His other consultants were glad to take the extra work, but weren’t ready to sign on
as regular employees. They liked being independent and they liked taking only the cases they wanted to work on.

  “Would you want us in Plenty?” Pierce asked.

  Meyer had answered in the affirmative the three times it had been asked in the other phone calls.

  “Is it a deal breaker?” Meyer decided not to answer directly. “Plenty’s a great town. There’s a lot to be said for a slower way of life.” Pierce and his two partners lived in Dallas. It would certainly be a transition in their day-to-day lives.

  “It’s not.” Meyer heard Pierce sigh. “Fuck, it actually comes at a really good time. You know we took that assignment for the government in Mexico, right? Let’s just say the shit got real. Ryker took a couple of bullets and then had a gun to his head as the drug dealers tried to bargain their way to safety using him as a human shield.”

  Meyer whistled. “Holy shit. Is he okay?” Something like that could fuck up anyone.

  “He’s recovering. He’s got a nasty limp that’s probably permanent and a slug in his thigh that’s going to set off metal detectors for the rest of his life. He took a bullet in the shoulder as well but that seems to be healing fine. It’s his head we’re worried about. He can’t sleep. He has violent nightmares. It’s really haunting him.”

  Ryker was six foot four and about two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. The man was fucking terrifying with tattoos on his arms and a forbidding expression on his features. In reality, Ryker was a laid back, easygoing guy who liked children and animals. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body unless he was defending himself or someone else.

  “Has he talked to someone? A therapist, I mean.”

  “That’s just it. He won’t talk to anyone.” Pierce’s frustration could be heard in his voice. Meyer knew Pierce, Ryker, and their friend Quinton were the best of friends. In fact, Meyer had often wondered if they shared women on occasion as was the practice in Plenty. He’d seen all three of them check out a cute little waitress in a bar one night and there had been no competition between the three of them. They’d been quite content for all of them to flirt with her until closing time. She’d walked out of there with the trio. Meyer had caught a plane for the coast and didn’t know what happened but his imagination could answer the question.