by Lynn Stark
Loving in Silver 8
Hot, Wild & Crazy
Maggie Phillips has a busy life, but a fulfilling one. She’s the mother of three precocious children and a successful artist. She lives for both and is satisfied with what she has. She wasn’t looking for love and romance. It came looking for her, in the form of three cowboys.
Max Jensen, Sean Everett, and Ethan Smith were men she had known since high school, though not very well. When they hired her to do a job for them, she discovered she was more than a little interested in learning more about them. But would what she learned be enough to convince her that they would be the right men?
Max, Sean, and Ethan saw Maggie through new eyes, as if seeing her for the first time. In high school, they hadn’t been worthy of her. She was the older, cool girl and they had been goobers. Now they had to prove their worth to her.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 61,154 words
HOT, WILD & CRAZY
Loving in Silver 8
Lynn Stark
MENAGE AMOUR
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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
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
About the Author
HOT, WILD & CRAZY
Loving in Silver 8
LYNN STARK
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
“Woof.”
“Do you see a dog, Mama?” a small voice asked from the rear seat of the small SUV.
Maggie blinked. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and was glad no one could see it. Her fair skin always gave her away.
“No, precious, Mama didn’t see a dog.”
“Then why did you go ‘woof’ like a dog?”
That was so not something she was going to explain to a three-year-old.
What Maggie saw through the windshield were three of the most rugged, most desirable men on the planet, let alone in Silver, which seemed to have been blessed with good-looking men and women. She could feel her pussy clenching and weeping, preparing itself for the possession of the three magnificent bears. They were large men. Tall, well over six feet, with muscles bulging against the worn cotton of their shirts, crisp, dark hairs peeking out. Oh yeah, they were hot.
One reason why they really did it for Maggie was because she was no longer a wisp of a girl. She was in her thirties now, had given birth to triplets, and had curves. These men would make her feel delicate, as if she would break. But she could only dream of having them in her bed. Being the mother of three inquisitive munchkins and most days working from sunup to sundown didn’t allow any time for dating, let alone entertaining. With her desires put on hold, she focused on raising her children and providing for them.
“Mama, the light’s green.”
The sound of a horn blaring from behind brought unwanted attention from several people around Silver’s picturesque downtown, including the men she had been staring at. Three sets of eyes turned in the direction of her SUV as Maggie pressed her foot to the accelerator. She felt her face heat again as she hit the blinker to make a right turn off the square. That was when someone traveling the wrong way T-boned the SUV, rocking it violently.
If the impact wasn’t enough to startle them all, the airbags inflating finished the job. All three of her children began crying. Putting the SUV in park, she undid her seatbelt and scrambled over the console until she could get out the other side. The three objects of her desire were there, yanking open doors. The triplets were unbuckled from their seats and lifted out gently, handed off to the man standing behind, and the one behind him. Maggie bounced anxiously as she looked over her children, her heart pounding in her throat. She made comforting sounds, reassuring them.
Maggie reached toward the closest child, her hands shaking. Her children weren’t crying any longer, but looking at the men holding them instead. Tears and sniffles lingered. Huge hands patted small backs comfortingly.
“Are you okay, Maggie?” Max Jensen asked, frowning.
“Yes, I’m okay. I’m
just a bit shaken up a bit.” She looked around as the driver of the other car came hurrying around the front of her SUV. Her heart sank as she saw it was Mrs. Barnes. The woman was a menace in a car. “What were you thinking?” she asked the woman angrily. “You were going the wrong way. You could have hurt my children.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I always get confused.”
Maggie didn’t know how she could get confused. Silver wasn’t very big and the woman had lived there her entire life. It wasn’t as if there were multiple streets and hundreds of cars to deal with. Silver only had eight traffic lights and most of them were closer to the edge of town. Obviously she was having some difficulties at her advanced age, something that should be looked into. She needed to be gotten off the road before she killed someone.
A cruiser pulled up just then as the crowd around them grew considerably. There would be no shortage of witnesses, even if Mrs. Barnes hadn’t obviously been in the wrong. The sheriff, Grayson Evans, didn’t look like a happy camper as he approached.
“The ambulance will be here in a minute,” he told Maggie in an authoritative voice. “I want all those babies taken for an exam. You, too,” he added firmly.
Maggie nodded. It wouldn’t have occurred to her to argue with the man. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had crossed him. It just wasn’t done.
“We’re not babies,” three small voices announced in unison.
“We’re three,” Samuel told him in affronted tones.
Grayson’s handsome face softened as he looked at them. “Yes, I know you’re three. And you’re all very brave, too.”
As soon as the ambulance arrived, Maggie and her children were put inside. She thanked the three men for their help before the doors were closed. Though she had known them for ages, it was the first time she’d had any interaction with them in a very long time.
After the doctors at the emergency room examined each child, asking questions like, “did you bump your head?” and “does anything hurt?” they were released. Since it was lunchtime and she was without a car, they walked back toward the center of Silver. After she fed her children she would go over to the sheriff’s office. She would also have to contact her insurance agent so she could get her SUV repaired.
Sighing, Maggie opened the door to the restaurant. Her children jogged inside and hurried to an empty booth, seemingly unaffected by the accident. The server gave them each a small menu with pictures, though they had eaten there often enough that they didn’t need them. They chose macaroni and cheese and French fries, to be washed down by milk.
As they waited for their food, Samuel, Brant, and Emily, played with the small toys they had been given in the emergency room. They were all making noises to make their trucks go. It made her smile. Her children gave her so much pleasure. There were trying times, of course. How could there not be? They were children, given to various moods. She soothed, praised, and scolded as necessary. She hoped she was a good mother. Her good friends Bambi and Amber reassured her that she was. But she had to give credit where credit was due. If it hadn’t been for the amazing support from those two wonderful women, she might not have been as successful a mother as she was. Three babies at one time had come as a shock. They had been as demanding as any babies in history. Her friends, and others, had provided much-needed help in getting them through feedings, diaper changing, and baths. Without their father in the picture, she was alone in the responsibility of raising them. But the man could not be blamed, as he had been killed by a bull he had sold and was trying to get into a stock trailer.
The arrival of their food brought Maggie out of thoughts she would rather not have. Rick’s death had changed a lot of things. They hadn’t been together as a couple, but he had promised to help her financially. Unfortunately, after his death there had been nothing for their children. Rick’s parents had denied her any assistance, not even a portion of his life insurance. She was now involved in a legal fight with them to get what his children were entitled to.
“Mama, can I have your pickle?”
There were three pickles on her plate, placed there by the cook. “Yes, you can have it.”
Samuel reached across and took a pickle. Emily and Brant asked next and each took a pickle, sucking on them and making scrunched-up sour faces. She laughed and cut her burger in half. As she did so she looked up when the bell over the door jingled. She swallowed hard as Max, Ethan, and Sean walked in, taking up the doorway with their broad shoulders. Her gaze skimmed over each of them. They were such big men. They were muscular, but not fat by any means, with bulging muscles in their shoulders, arms, and chests. Their thighs were like sculpted tree trunks and she could only imagine how it would feel to have those powerful limbs pressing her own thighs apart.
Maggie blinked as she realized they were headed toward where she sat with the children. Considering her thoughts, she wasn’t surprised by the rush of heat up her neck and into her cheeks. Damn, her porcelain skin and freckles!
“Are they all okay?” Ethan asked when they stopped at the end of the booth.
Maggie nodded. “Yes. They just had a scare.”
Brant nodded. “I wasn’t very scared,” he told the men, looking up at them and smiling.
The three huge men smiled back. “That’s good. Nice trucks.”
“My truck is blue,” Emily said, waving it in the air. “My eyes are blue.”
Sean Everett chuckled. “They’re a very beautiful blue.”
Samuel couldn’t be left out. “Red trucks are better. My truck’s red.”
Her children were all confident and very competitive with one another. She saw many moments of disharmony in their future.
“Well, it’s good to know that everyone is okay. See you around, Maggie.”
“Yeah, see you around. And thanks for your help.”
The three men headed to the back of the restaurant, where a table had just become available. As inconspicuously as she could, Maggie turned her head to watch them go. Her gaze caressed Ethan Smith’s fine, muscular ass, faded jeans molded to it like a second skin. She appreciated the fact that the men had cleaned up before coming to town. Cowboys weren’t always sexy. That they were was a myth. There was just nothing sexy about clothes encrusted with cow manure, skin covered with dirt and sweat, not to mention the smell of a man working out in the summer heat. She appreciated the man beneath all that, but she really had no desire to snuggle up to one until after a shower.
It was nice to have fantasies. They kept a woman from getting bored. Laughing at herself, Maggie encouraged her children to put their toys aside and to finish their meal.
An hour later she was leaving the insurance office after a visit to the sheriff’s office for an accident report. She wasn’t happy. The insurance company said her SUV was totaled. The frame had sustained significant damage. With what they were offering her, she wouldn’t be able to buy a reliable replacement. It came as no surprise that the woman who had hit her had no insurance.
A pat on her hip made Maggie look down. It was Emily and she had a worried expression on her round little face. “It’ll be okay, Mama. We’ll buy you a new car.”
They had such big hearts. The three faces looking up at her wish such serious expressions, made her smile. “You will, huh? Well, we better get going. We don’t want to have to walk home.” She turned them in the direction where the car dealerships were located. It would take about fifteen minutes for them to walk it. “I think we need a walking song. Emily, you go first.”
Six walking songs later, they were at the dealership looking over cars. Having three three-year-olds arguing over what color car they should get began to give Maggie a headache. She smiled through it as the salesman showed her what he had in her price range.
It pained Maggie to get her checkbook out. She was a penny pincher. She wrote the check, hoping that she could get money out of the woman who had hit her, to make up the difference in what the insurance company was settling on her destroyed car. She made a ca
ll and by the time the paperwork was finished, three new car seats arrived, brought to her by her friend Amber.
Maggie was wiped out as they arrived home. Surprisingly, so were her kids. They normally outlasted her by an hour or so, but all fell onto the couch, yawning and rubbing their eyes as she began pulling their shoes off. She smiled as she looked at each one. They had been very good and she would have to think up a reward for them.
“How about we get your baths done and then I can make supper? Then you can watch a movie before you go to bed.”
It was still a few hours until their normal bedtime. She couldn’t alter their routine too much, or they would fuss. She figured they would fall asleep about halfway through the movie, so it would work out about right. She would carry them to bed, tuck them in, and then she could have her “mommy” time, which equated into a long soak in the tub with a glass of wine and a book.
Samuel nodded. “Okay, Mama. Can we have pizza?”
Brant fist pumped. “Yay! Pizza!”
“I want chicken bites,” Emily said, pouting.
And Maggie wanted a peaceful evening.
Wanting to avoid conflict at this point in a very long day, Maggie quickly agreed to make both. They ate the mini pizzas she made from scratch and the homemade chicken bites. It saved a lot of money to make the popular food for them. It was also a good way to avoid too much salt and preservatives.
When her children began nodding off at the table, Maggie discovered they weren’t averse to going to bed without watching a movie first. She herded them to two small rooms at the rear of the house. As she settled them into their beds after a visit to the bathroom, she kissed each sleepy face and gladly let each hug her tightly.
Maggie sighed as she left the boys’ bedroom. The house was so small. It was sweet, charming, and full of character, but it wouldn’t be long before she would have to have the addition built. She had already designed it and the thought of it made her smile. There would be three bedrooms built upstairs, two of which would be over the new master bedroom downstairs. She was incorporating two “towers” on the front corners, continuing her grandfather’s whimsical design.