by Jane Jamison
The diamond ring sparkled under the bright lights. “Oh, my God. That’s the biggest ring I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you like it?”
She gaped at Paul. “A woman would have to be dead not to like it. And I’m not even that big on jewelry.”
“Does that mean your answer is yes?”
She took a moment to regroup, then couldn’t resist the urge to tease them. “Excuse me, Destin, but I haven’t heard a question yet.”
He chuckled, then asked, “Will you do us the honor of being our sub for life?”
The joy she’d felt died a little. “Just your sub?”
Paul took the ring out of the box, then lifted her left hand. “We want you to be our sub and our wife.”
She stopped him as he started to slide the ring onto her finger. “I can’t answer that until I’ve heard the words I need to hear.”
“I don’t suppose those words would be ‘do as I say,’ would they?”
Destin groaned. “For shit’s sake, bro, stop playing around.” He took her other hand with both of his. “What we’re getting at is that we love you. As our sub, our friend, our lover, and if you’ll have us, as our wife. What do you say, sugar?”
She arched her eyebrows at Paul and waited for him to tell her.
“Georgia, I’ve loved you from the moment you pulled us over.”
She sighed, filled with joy and love. Her men had taught her how to give up control and yet gain so much. They’d taught her how to be vulnerable, yet grow stronger than she’d have thought possible. She’d found her home not only on Pleasure Ranch, but in their arms.
“I love you both. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Paul slipped the ring on her finger, then kissed her hand. “That’s great, baby.”
“Yeah. You’re the best thing that ever happened to us.” Destin stood, shot her a sexy, got-to-have-you grin, then ripped the bedspread away. “How about we celebrate?”
They were on top of her before she could take in another breath. Laughing, she opened her arms, welcoming the loves of her life.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.
Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was, and remains, downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
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