Her Rebound Men

Evernight
Publishing

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Copyright© 2013 Sam
Crescent and
Jenika
Snow

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-566-2

Cover
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Editor:
Karyn
White

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This is a
work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.

JENIKA’S
DEDICATION

Cherish the ones you love, because time goes by far
too fast. To my mom who is the most selfless, caring, and compassionate person
I know. I love you very much.

SAM’S DEDICATION

There are times in life I wish I can take away the
pain but I can't. This is for
Jenika
and 
her
 mother and for the loving moments
shared. Please, hear
Jenika's
message and embrace it.
The time spent on this planet is short and we need to bask in every moment.

HER REBOUND
MEN

Taming the Trio, 1

Sam Crescent
and
Jenika
Snow

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Nate Miller spotted the
innocence inside the girl slamming shots down the bar. He’d clocked
her the
instant she walked into the
Stinkin
’
Shack. It was a weird name for a bar, but he loved it. The owner clearly knew
how to have a good time. He organized local bands to play on certain nights.
There was a pool section where competitions were played out and a decent sized
dance floor for the regulars to work off steam. He loved the place and spent
most of his nights drinking, playing, and hitting on women.

The
Stinkin
’
Shack was also a brilliant place to pick up women, and it was the only bar
where his brother,
Kev
, could be found. Lifting the
beer to his lips, Nate kept an eye on the prim and proper lady taking shots as
if she was a pro. The other women surrounding her cheered and slammed bills on
the counter for each shot she took down.

What they didn’t notice but he
had the instant he saw her was her body language. A woman used to drinking
strong spirits like the woman was doing now wouldn’t be wound so tight. Her
hands gripped the edge of the counter, almost as though she were wishing to be
elsewhere. With every shot she knocked back she looked like she was going to
vomit. The girl had either drunk one too many or was new to the drinking scene.
From her clothing and the way she held herself, Nate was going for the latter.

She wasn’t used to drinking
in a bar, and the show she was putting on was exactly that, a show.

Finishing his bottle of beer
he signaled to Owen to get him another.

“Where’s
Kev
?”
Owen asked.

“Beats
me.
He told me to meet him here. He’s probably in some
kind of business meeting that will earn him more money than he can spend.” Nate
gave Owen the money before returning his attention back on the innocent girl
slugging back shots, who in the space of him talking with the owner of the
place had switched to drinking beer. The longer he looked at her the more he
realized she was totally wasted.

Why did he even care? If he
wasn’t waiting for
Kev
he’d have been finding some
hot little number to spend the night with. He loved sex, and he loved catching
women. Nate was damn good at doing both. Being good at fucking was a passion
for him. He’d never be the kind of guy to slip it in and come within seconds.
When he was a teenager he’d been the ten second kind of guy. He was in his
early thirties now, and he liked to take his time with his woman. Sex wasn’t
good unless the woman was dripping wet and begging for it.
Hearing
a female beg for his cock turned him on more than the actual event of fucking
her.

Sex was an art form for him,
and he intended to enjoy it with as many women as possible.

Owen placed the beer in
front of him.

“Do you know that girl?”
Nate asked. He didn’t know why she intrigued him so much. There was nothing
special about her. He’d fucked plenty of women of all shapes and sizes. The
girl downing the alcohol as if it was going out of fashion had the longest raven-tinted
hair he’d ever seen. When she moved her hair seemed to glisten in the low
lighting. Her skin was pale as if she never went out in the sunshine without
wearing lots of sunscreen.
Nate
 
imagined
her skin was smooth to the
touch. When the women had passed him on the way to the bar he’d clocked the
innocent woman and gotten a good look at her face. Her eyes were grey, and they
hinted the innocence and warmth deep inside. The simple black cocktail dress
gave away her innocence. The garment looked like it would pass inspection on a
Sunday going to church. Whoever the girl was, she wasn’t used to partying like
she was trying to make out.

“I’ve no idea who she is.
Maybe she’s one of those college chicks who staying here for the summer to earn
extra money? I don’t know. Her friends are paying for the shots, and that’s all
I care about.”

Owen moved away to deal with
another paying customer.

Nate took his beer and
watched the girl. She was alone now. Her friends were on the dance floor
shaking their asses.

Without her friends blocking
his view Nate finally got a good look at her body. Her face and body language might
give off the air of innocence, but the shape of her body was sexy as sin. The
girl had curves. He hoped for his own sanity she was over eighteen. His cock
tightened just from looking at her luscious curves. Her tits were more than a
handful. The beautiful mounds were pushed together showing off an ample cleavage
he would love to rest his head against.
No, not his head.
He’d love to lube up the crevice between her breasts and fuck his dick inside
with her pushing them together.

His body tightened at the
image of the dark-haired beauty laid out on his bed with her tits pushed
together and her tongue catching the tip. He shifted in his seat to try to ease
the tightness in his trousers.

Her friends came back for
her and dragged her onto the dance floor. Her ass was as ample as her tits.
This woman was on his radar, and after speaking with his brother he intended to
take her home.

There was a time when
meeting his brother meant a whole load of something else.
Kev
was a hard fucker to track these days. He didn’t like
Kev’s
lack of communication. They were fraternal twins.
Kev
was the eldest as he was born a few seconds before Nate. Their mother didn’t
like the names Nathan and Kevin that their father picked out and had decided to
compromise on their shortened down version. He was Nate, and on his birth
certificate he was named Nate. Their parents had argued for a long time after
their birth.

He liked his name. It was
easy to remember, and chicks seemed to dig it.

“Hi, handsome, do you want
some company?” A brunette ran her hands up and down his tattooed arms.

Nate smiled, kissed her
fingers, and pushed away.
“Another time, babe.”

The woman pouted but soon
moved on to another guy to take home. Nate kept his eye on his fuck for the
night. He thought back to the times he and
Kev
would
pick a woman to share for the night. They’d been crazy when they were younger.
There was a time when
Kev
had been as radical as
Nate.

They’d soon changed, well,
Kev
had. The few tattoos
Kev
had
were
hidden under layers of clothing and suits. His brother
was the proper businessman.
Kev
was so prim and
proper he could have been Commander-in-Chief in the White House.

Nate chuckled at his own
joke.

“Are you going to tell me
the joke, or do I have to guess?”
Kev
said, taking
the seat next to him. Not a single hair was out of place on
Kev’s
head. His hair was slicked back with gel. Nate ran his fingers through his
thick hair. He hated getting it cut and waited until his mom got fed up with
it. Nate didn’t trust anyone near him with a pair of scissors. Did anyone know
how much damage a pair of scissors could do?

“I was thinking about your
ink. Have you removed it yet?” The last time Nate talked with his brother about
getting a tattoo
Kev
had admitted to inquiring about
having the ink removed. The thought of a laser against his skin scared the shit
out of Nate. He didn’t get ink to have it removed. Ink was for life, like his
brother. Only his brother constantly kept changing.