My job here is done.
Sadie giggled and started to get to her feet, but Meyer and Logan wrapped their arms around her and easily stood her on her feet.
“It’s a good thing Mom and Dad are in Orlando.” Meyer laughed and pulled his pants up. “I’d have hated to have company while that was going on.”
“More like going down,” Sadie joked.
Logan rolled his eyes. “We’ll have to keep the noise down when they get here on Wednesday. We’ve been spoiled this last week with having the house to ourselves.”
Brenda and Carl had decided to spend some time in Orlando visiting Disney and Universal. They would return on Wednesday for Thanksgiving. Sadie wasn’t the best cook but she was looking forward to preparing Thanksgiving dinner with Brenda. It would be Sadie’s first real big family Thanksgiving. Her parents hadn’t done much for the holiday, and then when Sadie was on her own, she’d either had to work on that day or didn’t have enough money to do much. This year was going to be different.
“I love your parents. They’re wonderful.” Sadie hugged Meyer and placed a kiss on his chin, stubbly from not shaving for twenty-four hours.
“I love them, too, but they can put a crimp in a guy’s sex life.” Meyer laughed. “Now get the hell out of here so I can work.”
Sadie headed back to her desk. “I just need to finish these reservations and we can go.”
Sadie quickly booked the men a flight, reserved a rental car, and three hotel rooms. She printed everything off and set it on the desk. They would be able to pick it up when they were ready to leave.
Logan snapped shut his laptop when he saw she was ready. “Let’s get ready and go. I’m hungry.”
Sadie was starving, her stomach gurgling. “I just need to freshen up and I’m all yours.”
“I’ll make a few phone calls and then we’ll leave.” Logan reached for his phone. Logan seemed to be talking on the phone twelve hours a day.
She flew up the stairs and started rummaging through her pathetic wardrobe. Deciding what to wear should be easy. She didn’t have much to choose from. Her hand faltered as she pushed things aside in the dresser drawer, falling on the only thing she had left of her family. She pulled the eight-by-ten photograph from the bottom of the drawer and held it up. It was one of those formal family portraits people have taken at the holidays to put on a Christmas card.
This one was no exception. The family dressed alike in red sweaters with identical strained smiles on their faces. Her father’s hands were on Alan’s shoulders and her mother’s were on Sadie’s. She remembered well the photographer having to convince her mother to do that. Sadie’s face had burned with shame at the puzzled expression the man wore but he had mercifully asked no questions. He hadn’t had an easy job getting them to act like a family that day. He’d definitely earned his money. A casual observer would look at this picture and think they were the perfect family posed in front of a Christmas tree. A tree just like their familial love. It was decorated for show, but in the end it was fake.
I’m not a casual observer, am I?
Sadie could see the stiff body language and the forced emotion. God knows she’d lived it every day. Here it was, captured for the world to see and judge. She’d only brought the picture to remind herself she hadn’t imagined it all. It had been real.
She placed the picture frame back in the drawer, covering it with a few sweaters. She wanted to believe in a future with Logan and Meyer, but whenever she thought about the past, she hit a roadblock.
Her own parents hadn’t loved her. How could Logan and Meyer?
Chapter Eight
The firehouse was lit up for the usual weekly bingo night. The trucks had been moved outside to accommodate the tables and chairs and there was just enough nip in the air to make it feel like the holidays were approaching. Logan’s hand was warm on the small of her back as they walked into building. Sami, sitting next to Jason, waved from a table in the corner near the food buffet. Lacey Carrington, a petite brunette and Jason’s sister, was sitting on Sami’s other side along with another blonde across the table and two large, but handsome men.
Sadie hugged Sami and sat down at the table. “Isn’t the weather great? It’s starting to feel like Thanksgiving.”
The pretty blonde laughed. “It’s forty degrees in Chicago. I think I’ll stick with this weather. I’m Cassie Harper, by the way. These are my husbands, Zach and Chase.”
Sadie shook their hands but it appeared Logan already knew them. The men grinned and slapped each other on the backs. Sadie smiled at Lacey. “It’s nice to see you again. I haven’t seen you since I moved out of Sami’s place.”
Sadie had, at first, been adamant about finding her own place but as the days had passed by, the appeal of living alone had dimmed. She liked the companionship of Logan and Meyer and there always seemed to be something going on in their home. It made her feel like she was part of a family and she didn’t want to give that up.
Bingo began and Lacey won a big pot right before the break. They all wandered over to the food buffet to eat and catch up on the latest news. Sadie had quickly learned that a newspaper wasn’t needed in a small town. News spread all on its own.
Cassie’s eyes sparkled. “I have great gossip.” She elbowed Lacey. “You’re going to want to hear this.”
Lacey laughed. “I am? You always have good gossip because your husbands are on the town council. Spill it.”
“A new business is going to open in Plenty after the first of the year. The entire town council has been talking to the owners for months and convincing them this was a great location.”
Lacey’s eyebrows went up. “And this affects me how?”
Cassie smiled. “You said you needed a job.”
“I have a job.” Lacey sighed. “A crappy one. I’m the newest teller at the First National Bank of Plenty. God, it even sounds boring.”
“It might not be so bad.” Sami put her hand on Lacey’s shoulder. “At least you’ll be able to move out of your parents’ house right?”
Lacey shrugged. “That’s the plan, but I swear this job is the most mind-numbing thing I’ve done. No creativity required.”
Lacey was an art major and working in a bank was probably a slow torture. Sadie had worked some pretty terrible jobs herself and knew how depressing they could be, sapping the life from a person.
“I know there are some people who would say I should just be happy to have a job,” Lacey said. “I totally get that. I knew when I picked my major it wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t realize how much I needed art in my daily life. I feel so guilty. I’m taking a job from someone who might really enjoy being a teller. You get to talk to people all day long, which for some is a fun thing.”
Cassie grinned. “Zach and Chase got you an interview with the new company. For an art and design position.”
Lacey’s eyes went wide. “Get the fuck out. Are you kidding? Please tell me you are not kidding? What does the company do?”
Cassie nabbed a cookie from the dessert table. “They make Halloween and horror novelties. Masks, bloody limbs, skeletons. They do larger things also that go into haunted houses all over the country and even to some foreign countries.”
Lacey was practically bouncing up and down. “I love Halloween. Shit, almost everyone in Plenty loves Halloween. I would be designing scary stuff? That sounds like so much fun.”
“The owners will be down here the week after Thanksgiving to get started with the transition. They’re moving their operations from the New England area. Boston, I think. They’ll call you and set up an interview. I’m sure they’ll want to see your portfolio.”
Lacey grabbed Cassie and hugged her tightly. “Thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me. Please thank Zach and Chase as well.”
Cassie giggled. “I know just how to thank them.” Her expression sobered. “There’s no guarantee. They got your foot in the door. It’s up to you to make it the rest of the way.”
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sp; “I got it.” Lacey nodded. “I’m still appreciative, even if I don’t get the job.”
“Is this bringing a lot of jobs to Plenty?” Sadie inquired. She had been impressed with how hard the council worked to bring prosperity to the citizens.
“Twenty to thirty, full-time, permanent positions,” Cassie answered. “Mostly skilled labor that pays well, although they told Zach and Chase they would be willing to take on some unskilled labor and train them. Apparently, few people know how to build scary things. They have to do much of their own training and education in-house. They also said they would have part-time, seasonal work.”
“This is going to be really good for Plenty,” Sami said. “Between the tourists and new business, the town is really booming.”
Cassie smacked her forehead. “That reminds me. A new hotel is going to start being built in January. They bought a large parcel on Maple and will be taking a wrecking ball to those old buildings.”
Sami frowned. “I love those old buildings. That’s sad.”
Cassie shook her head. “Zach and Chase say they aren’t safe. They’re crumbling and need to be demolished before they hurt someone. These hotel developers will put a brand new building on that site. We really need the accommodations.”
“I know.” Sami sighed. “It’s just sad to see part of Plenty’s history die.”
Cassie waggled her eyebrows. “I got to meet the two men who are going to develop the hotel. Great day in the morning, were they hot.”
“You’re a married woman with a baby,” Sadie teased.
“But I’m not dead.” Cassie declared. “One was tall, dark, and handsome. The other was tall, blond, and looked like a surfer. Yes, please. Hotties, both of them.”
Sadie giggled. “This continues the Plenty tradition of having the hottest men. I’ve never seen so many great looking males in one place in my life.”
Lacey smiled. “Speaking of hot guys, how goes it with your two? Tell us everything. We want all the dirty details. Especially me. I haven’t had a date in forever.”
“You could have a date if you wanted one,” Sami scolded. “You keep turning down any guy that asks you.”
“You act like I’m beating them off with a stick.” Lacey snorted. “I’ve been asked out exactly twice since I’ve been back to Plenty. Neither guy does it for me. Wyatt is like a brother, and Peter is creepy. He collects paint-by-number kits. Do you know anyone else that collects paint-by-number kits? That’s weird, right?”
Sadie’s laughter bubbled up. “He’s kind of an artist then.”
Lacey shook her head. “He doesn’t use the kits. He simply collects them. A whole room full. He told me about each one in excruciating detail one day at the coffee shop. My teeth fell asleep.”
Cassie was holding her sides she was laughing so hard. “That is weird. Okay, we’ll give you a pass on Peter. And Wyatt.” She turned to Sadie. “Back to you, young lady. Spill the dirt. No detail is too small.”
“Things are fine,” Sadie said. “Good.”
Sami arched and eyebrow. “Fine? Your relationship with your congressman is fine. That’s not how you describe a ménage relationship with two sexy men. Is it hot?” She leaned forward and looked around furtively. “Do you get to watch them, you know, do it?”
Sadie’s cheeks grew warm. She’d watched her men do many things. They kissed and touched in front of her but had yet to do the actual deed in her presence. The visual was an arousing one. Call her a pervert, it was hotter than hell watching Logan and Meyer together.
“Kind of.” She licked her lips remembering earlier in the home office. “It’s hot, but they’re careful to make sure I’m included all the time.”
Lacey sighed. “It must be nice to be sandwiched between two hunky men. I should be so lucky.”
“Do you want a ménage?” Sadie asked. Lacey came from a ménage family but that didn’t mean she wanted one for herself.
“I do.” Lacey nodded, her expression serious. “I know the odds aren’t in my favor, but I’ve always wanted a marriage like my parents.”
“Why aren’t the odds in your favor?” Cassie frowned.
Lacey shrugged. “Let’s face it. I’m not the most beautiful woman in Plenty, nor the skinniest. Pair that with the fact that I like to spend most of my time alone drawing or painting, well, it’s not a recipe for finding a pair of Prince Charmings.”
Sami wagged her finger. “Stop that shit right now. You’re gorgeous. Your bone structure alone is to die for. Any man or men would be lucky as shit to have you.”
Lacey ran a hand down her side. “Bone structure? According to my last college boyfriend, he couldn’t see my bones. He said I needed to lose weight.”
“Men can be such assholes.” Sadie fumed. Her one and only real boyfriend had told her she was too skinny and she needed a boob job. She kicked him to the curb shortly after that conversation.
“He was an asshole.” Lacey nodded. “But I think he was right. I’ll never be skinny. I have too many curves. Fuck, I like food. Is it a crime?”
“You’re fine the way you are. Why would a man want a bag of bones when he could have a warm, wonderful woman? Fuck those men that think they should be able to see our ribs. That’s a bunch of shit.” She shoved a brownie in Lacey’s hand. “Eat whatever you like and enjoy it.”
Lacey bit into the rich chocolate and moaned. “Better than sex.”
Cassie coughed. “Let’s not go that far.”
“Better than any sex I’ve ever had.” Lacey shrugged.
“I would have said the same thing until recently,” Sadie replied.
“Woo-hoo, Sadie. You go, girl. Finally, getting laid good and proper,” Sami enthused. “It’s about damn time. What is it with some men? They can’t fuck you worth a damn.”
Sadie almost spit out her soda. “What would you know about that? You’ve had two men who adore you and can make you scream, pretty much your entire adult life. Yes, I’ve heard you. The walls aren’t that thick.”
“Women, okay?” Sami rolled her eyes. “In fact, it seems like it’s all we talk about. The good, the bad, and the guy who won’t use his tongue.”
Lacey sighed. “Let’s face it. If I wanted to come on a regular basis, I’d buy a fresh batch of batteries.”
“What about batteries?” Zach asked. He, Logan, and Chase joined them and the women immediately stopped talking. Sadie couldn’t look the other women in the eye. If she did, she’d burst into laughter.
Cassie linked her arm in Zach’s. “You know, how you never seem to have the right size when you need it.” A smile played around her lips at her double entendre.
Chase nodded in agreement. “That’s the truth. We have a whole bunch of D batteries in the kitchen drawer, but the other day I needed AAs. Not a one.”
Logan was watching Sadie with a curious look on his face. “Are you in agreement about that, Sadie? About not finding the right size?”
Sadie swallowed hard. “I’ve been thinking quite a bit about that, actually.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “And?”
“I think we have just the right sizes at home.”
His grin told her that neither one of them were talking about batteries.
* * * *
“Shhh! Meyer’s working.” Sadie giggled as they snuck into the darkened house. A strip of light under the bottom of the door to the office clearly showed he was still toiling away. The house was silent except for the soft tap-tap of the keys from the laptop.
“He’ll be working all night.” Logan’s voice was a whisper. “Let’s go upstairs. I have plans for you, beautiful.”
She had a few plans of her own. The entire second half of bingo, the sexual tension between them had vibrated, bouncing back and forth. His hard thigh kept brushing her own and at one point, his fingers had lingered at the top of her thigh, touching and teasing. It was enough to make a woman lose her mind. She couldn’t wait to rip off his clothes and get him deep inside her. She was in the mood to play ha
rd tonight. Her men were treating her like she was made of expensive crystal. She wouldn’t break into a thousand pieces if they fucked her hard and pulled her hair. She’d read a few things and couldn’t wait to try them.
They bounded down the hall and straight into the bedroom. Sadie’s things were still in the guest room but she hadn’t slept there in days. Logan started tugging her sweater over her head and she had to smack his hands away with a laugh. “Patience. You strip first.”
“Your wish is my command.” Logan smirked. He popped open the buttons on the front of his long-sleeved shirt, pulled it down his arms, and tossed it on the dresser. His pants followed, the zipper making a loud sound as he lowered it. They landed on top of his shirt. His hard cock made a tent in the boxers and she fell to her knees, tugging at the waistband until his dick sprang free. The head bobbed inches from her lips and she gave him a long lick from base to tip with her tongue.
“Fuck.” Logan’s voice was rough. “Damn, babe. That feels good.”
Sadie rubbed his cock against her cheek before laving her tongue up and down his shaft. It was hard as steel, but the skin felt like velvet. “I love your cock. I love Meyer’s, too.”
His hand caressed her jaw. “They’re both for you, beautiful. You can have them whenever you want.”
“If you both aren’t using them,” she teased. “I may have to get in line.”
“We have to share your pretty pink pussy so I don’t see the difference except that there are two cocks and only one of you. I’d say the odds are in your favor.”
Things were definitely going her way. She engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She flicked her tongue and bobbed her head up and down until he finally protested and backed away.
“Not yet. I want to make this last. Get naked, babe.”
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