by Chloe Lang
Drake joined in the banter. “You shouldn’t have been worried at all. Me, on the other hand, I should’ve been terrified since my junk is the biggest of all of us.”
“No way,” Dax said. “That’s me.”
“Shall I get the ruler?” Seth asked. “We can settle who is the biggest of all of us here and now.”
Nate’s eyebrows shot up. “You’d need a yardstick if you plan on measuring me.”
“All of you are quite big. I should know,” she blurted, then snapped her mouth shut, feeling her cheeks burn.
They all turned to her, making her squirm.
“Guys, I’m just trying to set the record straight.”
Her cowboys burst into laughter. She laughed with them.
When their hysteria finally faded, she sipped her coffee. “We’re going to be in trouble with your parents for missing their barbecue.”
“They actually cancelled it,” Seth said. “It’s going to be today.”
“You knew that when you made that left turn to your place, didn’t you?”
“Guilty,” he answered.
“You guys are too much.” She set down her cup. “Where’s my mom?”
Tobias leaned against the rail. “At Wayne’s, of course.”
“Of course.” Her mother was happy with her new beau and that thrilled her. After everything that had happened, her mom deserved to have true love. “There’s a lot I need to get done today, fellows.”
“Like what?” Dax asked.
“Like finding out if I do have an inheritance or not, for one. Preston was likely lying.”
“Nope,” Nate said. “Jackson was already on top of this since leaving the hospital yesterday. Interpol finally turned up info on Preston. He was telling the truth. In fact, according to the report, you’re the only heir to quite a fortune.”
“You’re kidding?”
Nate grinned. “Jackson has a list of properties you own. He mentioned a villa in Italy, a manor in England, a chalet in France, and there’s more.”
Stunned by this news, she realized her money troubles were all gone. “I can’t believe it.”
“Jackson said once you get control of your grandparents’ holdings, you will definitely be the wealthiest person in Wilde, and probably in all of Nevada.”
“Sweetheart, I bet you can replace that car you sold to Harry with a Rolls if you want.” Seth’s light teasing tone made her smile.
“I’m not really a Rolls kind of girl. Shoes? I might splurge on shoes and handbags.” She grinned. “A bank account with money in it is so unreal to me.”
“You think that’s unreal, then get a load of this.” Tobias sat his cup on the table and got down on his knees.
The other five followed suit, kneeling down.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
Her heart fluttered in her chest.
“And me?” Nate asked.
The outside would never understand, but that didn’t matter to her now.
Drake grabbed her hand. “And me?”
She herself had come to Wilde to talk Jessie out of her choice to be with her five men, and her she was making the same choice with six men—six sexy, muscled cowboys. Her cowboys.
“And me?” Dax grabbed her other hand.
She would stay here in this wonderful place where people could love and be loved as their hearts dictated.
“And me?” Heath asked.
Let the world go on forcing people into pre-defined roles of what was acceptable, what was expected. Here in Wilde she could have happiness beyond measure, beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
Seth gazed into her eyes, making her even warmer. “Will you marry all of us, love?”
Family to Charly had meant only her and her mother for so long, but she knew that definition didn’t fit—now or ever again—with her men kneeling in front of her. Family, her family, was so much more than what it had ever been. She loved these six Strong cowboys and they loved her, not in some fond affectionate gentle way. No. Their love was powerful and overwhelming, thrilling and addictive, deep and crushing.
Each gave her something unique that she craved beyond reason. The mixing of their individual gifts did even more for her, allowing something miraculous to spring up inside her. Drake’s commanding tenderness, Heath’s loyal ruthlessness, Dax’s sweet intensity, Nate’s delicious dominance, Tobias’s unswerving devotion, and Seth’s vigilant care were things she needed through and through.
Their surname meant something, too, more than just a way to identify them on some government form.
Strong. Mighty. Protective.
They were her champions, and their very DNA was brimming with so many things that claimed her heart and soul completely. They were hers.
She was theirs. Forever.
“Of course I’ll marry all of you.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Missouri, I am happy to call Dallas, Texas home, now. Who doesn't love sunshine?
I began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of my studies. Soon, my lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, I typically read three or four books every week.
For years, I tried my hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. Understand, I'm really shy. After many months of prodding by friends, authors Sophie Oak and Kiera West, I finally relented and let them read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, I ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for me when I got the word that my book would be published.
I do want to warn the reader that my books are not for the faint of heart, and are strictly for adults. That said, I love erotic romances. Blending the sexual chemistry with the emotional energy between the characters in my books is why I love being a writer.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author