Maybe Cole could take a pointer from the dog and give Luke some space instead of showing up because one thing Luke knew for sure… he damn sure wasn’t in the mood to argue with Cole. Right, wrong, or indifferent, Luke made his own choices, and now he had to face up to them. But the only person he cared to discuss it with was Sierra.


Luke stopped in the middle of his living room, staring around like he could conjure Sierra up with just his thoughts. If that was the case, she would have been in his bed every night for the last week, no matter what he had told her.

A loud knock on the door jerked Luke’s attention and sent Bear into a barking frenzy. That wasn’t Sierra. He knew by the sound of a large fist pounding on the door. “Sit.” Luke scolded Bear before heading into the foyer.

Yanking the door open, Luke fully expected to come face to face with Cole, but instead, his brother stood on his front steps looking none too happy to be there. Glancing around, Luke figured he’d find Sam standing behind him, but no, Logan was apparently alone.

“What?” Luke asked, not feeling up to having company.

“Why don’t you invite me in, bro.” Logan said as he sidestepped him, not waiting for an invitation.

What the fuck? Shouldn’t Logan be at home with his wife?

“What’s the matter? Where’s Sam?” Suddenly worried that something was wrong, Luke shut the door behind him and waited for the bad news.

“She’s at home. Where I should be.” Logan stated, sounding irritated. Without further explanation, Logan veered toward the kitchen, and Luke fell into step behind him.

“Then why are you here?”

“Because my meddling wife said I needed to come talk to you. When I tried to talk her out of it… with my tongue… she cut me off.” Logan glared at him, then turned his attention to the refrigerator. Pulling out two beers, he handed one to Luke before taking a seat at the bar. “Fucking cut me off.”

Luke wanted to laugh. Remembering the way Sam heated up the room with just her presence made Luke take a seat beside his brother. Adjusting himself, he got comfortable, opening his beer and tossing back half of it before looking at his brother again.

“What did we need to talk about?”

“Shit if I know.” Logan smirked. “You got anything stronger than this?” He asked, tossing back the rest of his beer in one gulp.

Luke knew where this night was going. He’d spent a couple like this recently. Although he’d been alone at the time with a single shot glass and his buddy Jack. Getting up once more, he moved to the cabinet above the refrigerator where he kept the hard liquor and pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniel’s he’d gotten so acquainted with. It was almost half empty – or was that half full? Shit. What did he care?

Two shot glasses in hand, Luke made his way back to the bar, this time choosing to stand on the opposite side as Logan. He poured a healthy amount in each glass and then scooted one in Logan’s direction. “What are we toasting to?”

“Threesomes.” Logan stated flatly.

Luke damn near choked and he hadn’t even taken a drink. “Threesomes?”

“Yes. Let’s toast to threesomes. May every man be lucky enough to watch the pleasure another man can bring his woman.”

“Frequently and in every possible position.” Luke added before clinking his glass with Logan’s and tossing back the amber liquid.

“Damn that’s good. Another.” Logan said, pushing his empty glass forward.

Luke wasn’t in the mood to argue, so he filled their glasses once again and pushed the second in front of Logan.

“Your turn.” Logan looked up, clearly waiting for Luke to say something.

“To sex.” Luke lifted his glass, waiting for Logan to click his glass against it.

“Sex? Seriously?” Logan laughed. “Surely you can be more creative than that.”

“Nope, I was thinking the same thing about sex that I was about threesomes – frequently and in –”

“Every possible position.” Logan chimed in, clinking his glass against Luke’s.

“Another.” Logan slammed his glass down. “So now that we know the truth… my life is clearly lacking threesomes, and yours is lacking sex in general, why don’t we solve both our problems and go back to my house.”

And there it was. Luke knew his brother was disappointed in the fact that Luke hadn’t been an active participant in their midnight rendezvous, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not that he didn’t want to feel Sam’s mouth wrapped around his cock, or the silky, warmth of her pussy as he fucked her from every possible angle. Those would always be fond memories, but Luke had apparently evolved.

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