by Lynn Stark
“I love you, baby.”
Peaches reached up to caress the side of his strong jaw. “I love you, too. More than I will ever be able to show you.” His hand spread over her stomach. “Well, maybe I can.” Damien and Ryan mounted their horses, looking deliciously handsome in their costumes.
It was very easy to imagine being swept away by her men and taken to a secret love nest. Less than a half an hour’s ride and they arrived. The large tent held a bed and what supplies they would need for a three-day stay. The horses were taken away. Logan carried her into the tent, stopping just inside to stare in disbelief.
“Baby,” Logan told her as he stared at the elegant, fabric-draped bed filling nearly half of the tent, “you are perfect. The perfect woman for us,” he added to the men flanking him.
Peaches felt the warm glow of happiness spread completely through her body. She had taken a big chance and now she had come out the winner. She had gambled that these three men would be the ones for her. And she had won.
Three years later, Peaches and their son and daughter sat in the stands to watch the jousting competition. Her nerves were more than a little twitchy. Jousting was as dangerous as competing in the rodeo. She watched as each armored man couched their lances beneath their right arms as their horses danced eagerly. The signal was given. A moment later, the huge beasts lunged forward toward one another, charging down the length of the list, grunt-ing, snorting, with dirt flying from beneath their heavy hooves as they carried their armored riders.
Peaches felt her breath catch in her throat. Her heart pounded as her daughter bounced with excitement on her lap. Her son was standing on the bleacher next to her, watching intently. When the tips of the lances struck the chest plates, it was all she could do to keep her eyes open. It was the same reaction she had every time she watched.
“Ow! That left a mark!” J.J. cried in his soft child’s voice, impressed by the impact. He had obviously picked up the phrase from Ryan. Though biologically he was Logan’s son, he was very like all three of his fathers in one way or another. Then he was pointing and clapping.
“Daddy, Daddy!” he cried, waving to the huge, armor-covered man still mounted on his horse.
Logan heard his son, even over the cheering of the crowd. He lifted the visor on his helmet long enough to look at his little family. He raised his broken lance in salute, and then continued on to the end of the list, which caused Merilee, their tiny daughter, to begin crying lust-ily for one of the three men she adored as much as her mother did Living with three men and two children was proving to be more satisfying than Peaches could ever have imagined. Damien had given up the rodeo life, concentrating on training their horses, but they continued to travel occasionally to watch Ryan competing. When the three 132
men were not on the road, they were home. They worked together, loved together, as they continued to weave their life into a rich tapestry.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m a lifelong resident of Ohio, which is located in the Midwestern section of the United States. I occasionally take brief excursions to other places. I love travel and I love people.
I’m married and have two children. I also have dogs, ferrets, a cat, and a dozen hilarious chickens.
When I’m not writing, I’m working part-time in retail. I wish I could say I’m taking long walks on exotic beaches, or hiking through the mountains, but reality expects a little thing called a paycheck.
Reality is what makes fantasy so great. When you’re having a bad day, think of a tall, dark-haired cowboy, with a wicked, promising gleam in his eyes. It can make all the difference to a lady’s day.
It does for mine!
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Document Outline
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DEDICATION
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
ABOUT THE AUTHOR