“Charlotte, what’s wrong?” Janie asked silently, walking up behind her.
“Nothing.”
“Come on, sweetie. You can tell me,” Janie coaxed.
Charlotte rounded on her sister and yelled, “Those fuckers sent me out here so they could fuck each other senseless and leave me out of it. Can you believe that? They wanted to do the nasty, and they didn’t want me with them.”
Sighing, Janie grinned. “Charlotte, is that what you really believe?”
“Well, why else would they send me out here?” she quietly responded, kicking the snow.
“We sent you out here ‘cause you are nosey and would have figured out what we were up to. We wanted to surprise you,” Braxton said, walking up to her.
Charlotte looked at the man who had captured her heart and held it within the palms of his strong hands. He was everything she thought she never wanted and more. Braxton was a demanding lover, a strong lover, and a dominant lover. He possessed the ability to calm her when no other could, and she loved him.
“Besides, I am still pissed with that chicken soup fiasco. You deserved to get your ass beat for that, but I forgive you. Just don’t ever do it again.” Jordan grinned, walking up behind Braxton.
Jordan was her best friend and confidant, and her world would never be complete without him in it. Charlotte smiled. “You deserved it. You made me wear that gawd-awful outfit.”
“Yeah, well guess what, sweet cheeks, there’s plenty more outfits where that came from,” Jordan teased.
Clearing her throat, Janie smiled. “I’ll leave you two gentlemen to it, and good luck.” And with that, Charlotte watched her sister scurry off toward the safety of her home.
“What did she mean, ‘good luck’?” Charlotte questioned, looking at both of her men.
She watched as if in slow motion as Braxton and Jordan each took off their coats, and she was surprised to find them both wearing tuxedos.
They looked so handsome.
Charlotte’s breath caught and stilled when they each dropped down to one knee. There in the open field, covered in snow, her men kneeled before her dressed in their finest. The color contrast was amazing as their tuxes stood out against the white landscape.
“What are ya’ll doing? You’re gonna catch pneumonia, and ask Jordan if ya don’t believe me. Ya don’t want me nursing ya back to health.” She smiled.
“She’s right, ya know. Maybe we should have rethought this.” Jordan grinned.
“I can take whatever she dished out.” Braxton smiled lovingly at her then cleared his throat and took her hand in his. “Charlotte, since the day I met you, you have been nothing but a torn in my side. You create havoc everywhere you go. Chaos ensues in your wake, but through everything, you have wiggled your way into my heart. I love you. From that very first night, I knew you were gonna be mine. When the whole world is on your case, always know that my arms are always open for you. Be my wife, Charlotte. Let me hold you for a million years and more.”
Jordan smiled up at her and spoke, “The moment you walked into my life, it was forever more changed. You are smart, funny, and devious, and I love you with all my heart. Whatever this life throws at us, I can’t imagine you anywhere but beside me, holding my hand. You are my best friend, Charlotte, and it would be my greatest pleasure if you would consent to be my wife.”
Charlotte looked down at the two men who loved her more than anything in this world, and she loved them just as much. She couldn’t imagine her life without either of them in it, nor did she want to. She loved them so much her heart felt like it was bursting over with joy.
“Uh, baby doll, its kinda cold out here. Can you move it along with your answer. My balls just shriveled up into peanuts,” Braxton said as a shiver rolled threw him.
“Real romantic, asshole. You couldn’t wait and let her think about it,” Jordan chided, as he, too, was rocked with a shiver.
“You fucking wait. She takes any longer and my dick will have permanent frostbite,” Braxton shouted back.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to do this. You don’t have a romantic bone in your body!” Jordan yelled, getting to his feet and stomping off.
Charlotte watched as Braxton stood and then handed her a small velvet box then proceeded to stomp after Jordan, shouting and yelling at him, “This was your idea, asshole. You get back here and freeze your dick off with me. I knew we should have taken her to a nice warm restaurant, but no, you said she would like the snow. Jordan! Get back here!”
Charlotte stood there with tears in her eyes as she watched her two men fight and bicker as they headed for the house. Looking down at the small box in her hands, she slowly opened it as tears flowed freely down her face. She could still hear them bickering and fighting, and a small smile formed on her face. Taking the ring from the box, she slid it on her finger, dropped the velvet box, and ran after her men, “Hey, dickheads, don’t you want my fucking answer!”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rebecca Joyce is your typical housewife and mother. The daughter of a retired military service member, Rebecca tries to incorporate the sights, smells, and adventures of her travels, but mainly she writes of the buff, gorgeous men she drooled after in her teen years! There is just somethin’ about a man in uniform…WOW!
Growing up in the military, Rebecca Joyce, along with her family, moved from state to state, enjoying the never-ending game of “where are we moving to next?”…which happened every two to three years! After high school, Rebecca met and married her own military service member and now devotes her time to her husband and children.
Her ‘spawns,’ as she lovingly calls them, demand and expect a lot of her attention. When she is not catering to the whims of her family, Rebecca spends her quiet time reading or writing.
As an avid reader from an early age, Rebecca decided to try her hand at writing while her husband was away on a deployment to pass the time. Since then, she finds time in her hectic day to scribble her hopes, wishes, and dreams.
Though her real life sometimes interferes with her imaginative life, Rebecca tries to balance each with wit, sarcasm, and humor…“Screwing up takes practice…I think I’m well rehearsed!”
Rebecca Joyce currently lives in the United States with her husband of eighteen years and their three children.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
About the Author
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