“We have to finish this.” Luke demanded, and Sierra jerked back toward him, ready to give him hell for all he had put her through.


“Finish this?” A giant bubble of anger and hurt swelled up inside of her and Sierra marched the few feet in his direction until she could smell that sexy, intoxicating scent of man. “Finish this?” She repeated. “As far as I’m concerned, Luke McCoy, you finished this last night.”

Tears threatened behind her eyelids, and Sierra fought down the knot that formed in her throat.

“What do you want from me, Sierra?” Luke’s voice lowered, a whispered rumble that shook Sierra to her core.

“Are you so dense that you really don’t get it?” She asked, staring up into those green-brown eyes searching for something that would help her get through this. “I don’t want anything from you.” The terse words were loud in the silence of her house. “I only want you.” Turning to face Cole, Sierra caught the tortured expression moments before he masked it. “And I want you too. Heaven help me, I love both of you and this is killing me.”

Sierra sobbed, the strangled sound forcing the tears from her eyes. This time there was no stopping when she turned and all but ran from the room. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her heart was splitting in two, and through all of the pain, through all of the misery, she felt as though she had been torn in half.

When it happened, or how it happened, Sierra didn’t know, but she had come to terms with the fact that she loved them both. With the backs of her hands, Sierra brushed away the tears. They were useless. They would get her nowhere. The fact of the matter was she was in love with two men. Two very different men and for the life of her, she didn’t know how to deal with it.

She saw the way Cole looked at Luke. She knew he harbored some deep feelings for Luke, but she didn’t know if he would ever divulge that information. Or maybe he had. And where did that leave Luke? To make a choice?

A quick glance at the clock told Sierra she didn’t have time to sit around and figure out what Luke was going to do. She couldn’t predict him any more than she could predict the weather. She had an appointment with Susan Toulmin in a few of hours, and though she didn’t have any desire to be raked over hot coals twice in one day, Sierra knew she had to go.

Dropping the sheet to the floor, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Hopefully Cole and Luke could let themselves out because she’d had enough for one day. The water hadn’t yet heated up by the time she stepped in, so she let the icy rivers flow over her skin, through her hair. The blessed numbness that came along with it was a welcome relief from the emotion churning inside of her.

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, letting the water flow over her, trying her best to forget what had happened just that morning. The way Cole made love to her, the way he held her afterward, the thoughts heated her from the inside out.

The sound of the glass door opening had Sierra blinking her eyes open, expecting to see Cole standing in front of her, but surprised when he wasn’t the only one. There before her were the two most impressive male specimen she had ever seen. Neither of them wore shirts, but they both still had on their jeans, so their next move startled her.

Before she had a chance to blink, both men were inside the glass shower stall with her, filling the space and crushing her between their two massive bodies.

“We don’t all fit in here.” She stated unnecessarily as the two men maneuvered around her.

“We’ll fit.” Luke’s dark, hungry voice washed over her and the water temperature was no longer an issue because her blood heated despite her need to put space between them – both physical and emotional apparently.

Cole pressed up against her back, pulling her until she leaned into him, his arms wrapping around her.

“What are you doing?” She groaned as Luke went to his knees in front of her.

“What we should have been doing all along.” Cole whispered in her ear, his rough calloused hands roamed down her chest, cupping her breasts, making her skin sing with heated relief.

“Open your legs.” Luke’s voice sounded more rough than usual, making Sierra spread her legs without conscious thought. Standing between the two men reminded her of Vegas, when Luke had used his tongue to torture her in the most sensual of ways. She longed for him to do the same now, but the rational side of her brain was warning her that this was wrong. This wasn’t doing anything to increase the distance between them that she so desperately needed.

But it felt oh so right.

The raspy feel of Luke’s tongue as he snaked between the folds of her pussy, lapping at her, caressing her ever so slowly was enough to make her mind go blank. When Cole used his thumb and index fingers to pinch each one of her nipples, alternating between soft pulls and harder tweaks, Sierra leaned her head back and let the rapture take over.

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