Page 88 of Triple Threat

“He can’t hear you, baby. Come on. I think Roan’s out there waiting.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Mm-hm.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up, the flight attendant opening the door, the cold Maryland air blasting through the portal. I jumped and hugged myself and Kyle put an encouraging hand to my back. When we went down the steps, I turned and Roan was standing by, next to a Range Rover, his hands both resting atop his cane, his keen green eyes searching me out. His dour expression changed, his lips lifting into a smile as some of the flight crew lifted our luggage into the back-cargo area of the stylish SUV.

I went to Roan immediately and put my arms around him. He handed his cane to Kyle and scowling demanded, “Bloody hell, Lach! Where’s her coat?” as he peeled off his overcoat and wrapped it around me, rubbing my arms through the thick wool, returning my hug.

“Relax, you anxious reptile. She’s got us both to keep her as warm as she needs.”

Roan glared at Kyle and murmured to me, “Come on, Poppet. Let’s get you home.” I looked up at Roan with a stupid grin and nodded tiredly as Kyle opened the back door to the car and Roan turned me to help me up into it. He insisted I keep his coat.

Kyle snuggled me close in the back seat and Roan blasted the heat as soon as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Home, James…” Kyle smarted off and Roan raised two fingers between the seats. I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion as Kyle laughed.

“Do you always have to be such an instigator?” I asked, grinning and Roan jumped in.

“What she said.”

“Always,” Kyle vowed solemnly and I think Roan and I rolled our eyes in synch which made Kyle laugh even harder in the close back seat.

“How long is the drive?” I asked, sleepily.

“Forty minutes or so,” Roan answered.

“You don’t have to stay awake, babe. Sleep.” Kyle pecked me on the top of my head and squeezed me a little tighter.

I tried to stay awake, I did, but I failed. It had been a long, long day.

I was vaguely aware of pulling into the well-lit garage of the mansion, of the two men murmuring to each other and of being slightly jostled. I made a noise, and they both chuckled.

“I’ve got her,” Kyle murmured. “You go on ahead.”

“Alright.”

I was lifted, carried through the mansion and I felt safe enough, cared for enough, andtiredenough that I couldn’t give one whit about it.

“Sadie, gonna put you down for a minute, stand up sleepy girl.”

I stood, and the string holding up the dress at the back of my neck was turned loose, the fabric slipping down my body whisper quiet.

“Arms up, lass,” Roan said kindly, gently, and I put my arms up, more satin dropping over my head, slipping down my body, heavy firm hands falling to my hips.

The rustle of cloth beside me and I was turned. “Up you go.” Kyle’s voice. I climbed into bed and smiling, my two lovers tucked me in. Each giving me a kiss good night, first Kyle, then Roan.

“G’night,” I whispered and both of them chuckled.

I slept.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Roan…

One of the advantages of flying chartered rather than commercial was that the private terminal wasn’t attached to any of the concourses, and I could drive the Range Rover almost to the door of the plane to pick Lach and Sadie up. Bypassing the parking and regular pick up/drop off area was almost worth the cost of flying private. They both looked tired when they disembarked from the Lear, and by the look on her face and the swagger in his stride I assumed that Sadie was now also a member of the mile-high club.

She was no less beautiful to me, and the way she came to me and hugged me close was almost worth the time away from her… almost. I could have boxed Lach over her lack of coat, however.

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