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“Aren’t you even interested?”

“I should be.”

“But your not.”

“Not in the least.”

She chuckled and pulled out of his arms to slide from bed.

Chance held on to the bedcovers that she tried to drag with her and use as a toga, and when she turned and huffed at his thwarting her efforts, he laughed and hopped from the bed to circle her. “What are you trying to cover up? I’ve seen you naked.”

“A moment of weakness.”

“The sex or your letting me see you naked?”

“The naked part.”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You don’t need to be self-conscious about your body around me.”

“You have to say nice things like that if you want to fuck me again.”

He tried not to wince at her use of the F-bomb, especially when it was the furthest thing from the truth. True, he wanted inside her again, as many times as he could, as many times as she would allow.

But he was just as happy standing here holding her and feeling her soft warm skin against his.

He knew what she was doing, and it hurt him to think that she still felt the need to distance and protect herself—her heart—from him.

Chance fleetingly wondered if she would act the same way with Russ, but then remembered the way she had been flipping out after Russ had left, how near ripping her hair out with frustration she had been. Maybe she would have distanced herself from him too by now.

“I’m saying it because you’re beautiful to me whether I wanted to fuck you or not.”

“You’re such a charmer.” She eased out of his arms and turned and stood on her toes to kiss him on the nose. “Want some breakfast before you leave?”

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“If you’re having some with me.”

“What? I’m just making breakfast for you and not myself? Get real. This isn’t Japan, and I’m not going to stand behind you and wait for you to finish eating before I do.”

“Touchy, touchy.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

He reached out to smack her ass as she started to walk away.

She froze and flung back a hand to cover and rub the reddening spot before turning to him with a slow, sensual smile.

Chance felt her heartbeat and pulse speeding. She noticed her dilated pupils, the flush in her cheeks, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.

She was turned on!

Okay, so it was just a playful slap and not an outright spanking, but something in the look she gave him, something that said she would welcome more, firmer punishment, made his cock twitch. And when he caught the stray notion from her, blasting out loud and clear—
More! I can take more. I
need
more—
his cock grew exponentially hard with Donna’s prurient thoughts.

She could take more, but he was sure he couldn’t, didn’t know how to give what she wanted and didn’t know what he was doing there, with her, alone.

He felt so out of his league, floundering in a sea of unrecognizable desires and emotions, and felt like a true third wheel when there were only two of them present.

The specter of Russ persisted—so raw, robust, and

knowledgeable, so alpha—in every nook and cranny of the room so that Chance felt like he couldn’t compete, didn’t know if he wanted to, not like this, not in a game where he didn’t understand the rules.

I’m not a quitter! If you don’t know something, don’t understand,
then you need to go out there and learn about it. Educate yourself.

“You coming?”

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He shook his head to clear it, staring at Donna now standing across the room on the threshold and clad in a throwback Knicks jersey and her flip-flops.

She looked so innocent and sophisticated at the same time, so untouchable and yet accessible, that he thought he had imagined her unfathomable thoughts of a moment ago. Certainly someone who looked as easygoing and nonchalant as she did right then couldn’t harbor the dark wants and needs that he had read in her.

He was in denial, didn’t want to believe that Donna was the woman Russ thought she was. But he couldn’t deny what he had seen and felt. He couldn’t deny that there were layers to her character that were still a mystery to him, layers that he wanted to peel back and explore because he wanted to know her, every part.

“Chance?”

He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I’m right behind you.” He felt her confusion as she paused at the door jamb before finally turning to go down the hall to the kitchen.

Chance inhaled her psychic scent, immersing himself in her soul’s signature and accepting that he would have to learn some things about himself and Donna in order to be with her. He would have to forget the past and trust someone other than himself, something he hadn’t done in a long time. And he would have to do and accept something he hadn’t done in almost two decades.

He would have to admit to Russ that he needed his help.

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Russ thought he was more excited about the barbecue than his kids were, and they were pretty excited, especially at the prospect of meeting their dad’s new
girlfriend.

Russ had been evasive the last two weeks about Donna—

especially when he hadn’t heard from her and she refused to answer his calls—only going as far as admitting that he was
seeing someone.

He made that enough for Wes and Kim when he went no further. No use in giving them information they could take back to their mother, intentionally or not, at least not yet.

Kids were kids, and Suzie was their mom. He couldn’t see them not sharing with her who their dad was dating, not unless he specifically asked them not to. They were pretty good kids that way and could be discreet when the situation demanded it.
But
they were still kids and human beings, at that. Human beings had slipups through no fault of their own.

What would happen the next time they all got together and the kids realized that their Uncle Chance was part of their father’s girlfriend equation? Better to just keep them in the dark as much as possible, although he knew eventually he would have to come clean to Suzie if things went the way they looked like they were going to go.

He was not willing to back off, and he knew Chance wasn’t either, not after consummating their little threesome.

Russ had resigned himself to working together with his brother to earn and share Donna’s affection and trust. With the passion that he sensed lurked beneath all that corporate gear and those emotional
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walls, he figured Donna had more than enough to go around for him and his brother to share once it was ignited.

Problem was getting a hold of Donna to talk since she had been running scared.

Russ continued to tell himself to give her time, knew that she needed space to adjust to the new status quo, but he also knew that if he gave her too much time and space, she would try to retreat into denial and act as if what she and he and Chance had done hadn’t happened. He couldn’t let her do that. He had to find a way to bring her around the way Chance was slowly coming around.

Russ smiled at the tentative strides his brother had been making trying to accept Russ’s dominant side. His brother had even reluctantly agreed to visit a fetish club with Russ to get a feel for what happened between a Dom and his sub. It wasn’t the sort of relationship that could be easily explained. It had to be experienced, and there was a certain amount of intuition that went on between a Dom and sub which, Russ thought, Chance should have been really good at, considering his gifts.

But ultimately, the only real experience had to be learned on the job, hands-on, when the three of them—him, Chance, and Donna—

were together.

Chance couldn’t learn about personal dynamics visiting a fetish club—only about the overall techniques and codes of conduct and maybe the power exchanges involved in a D/s relationship. He had to experience the real deal with Russ and Donna as each of them brought their own issues to the table—personal demons and issues unique to the three of them and that could be worked out in a scene.

Just the idea of playing out a scene with Donna and his brother made Russ hot. He only hoped Chance would have the stomach for it when things got down and dirty, as they inevitably would. It was one thing to be willing to learn and wanting to please Donna, as Chance professed, but another thing altogether to watch a female, a woman 198

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about whom he cared—more than likely loved, Russ thought—being disciplined by his brother.

Russ heard his cell phone as he got out of the shower and marched across the master bedroom to catch the call. “Hey, Chance.”

“It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to make it, at least not until much later. The ER’s shorthanded, and I’m filling in.”

Russ didn’t know whether to be disappointed or happy. If Chance didn’t make it to the barbecue, that gave Russ that much more quality time to spend with Donna, granted surrounded by her family and his own kids. That is if she decided to show up. He wouldn’t put it past her stubborn ass to bail.

Russ grinned at the idea of punishing that stubborn ass with a well-deserved spanking. “Isn’t shorthanded a perennial state in city hospitals?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Duty comes before love, then, I guess.”

“It’s not like that, Russ.”

“You chickening out?” Russ was honest enough to admit to himself that he wanted Donna for himself, but he didn’t want to win her by default, and he knew that she had genuine feelings for Chance that needed to be resolved.

Chance shocked him when he said, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.”

“You? Mr. Intrepid? Nervous?”

“Running away isn’t being intrepid.” Chance sighed. “Protecting our shores and raising a family—that’s intrepid.”

“Chance…”

“No, I mean it. You did something I don’t know whether or not I can ever do.”

“Settle down?”
More like settle period.
Chance didn’t know how hard it had been for him to finally come out to Suzie and admit his nature.

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“I love Donna, Russ. And I don’t think I can do those things to her.”

“Even if it’s what she wants?”

“That’s just it. I can’t reconcile myself with victimization and desire.”

It was obvious that Chance was more traumatized than Russ by his father’s behavior toward their mother. If he wasn’t more traumatized, then he was differently traumatized. And Russ wondered how this was so when Chance had barely been walking when his father left and hadn’t experienced any of the violence Russ had. At least he hadn’t experienced it firsthand.

Was he being too cold and calculating not take into account his brother’s feelings and the accuracy and vividness of his gifts?

“Donna’s not a victim, Chance. It may seem like that during a scene, but trust me, the very dynamics of the Dom/sub relationship demands that the sub is the one calling the shots.”

“I just don’t see it.”

“I thought we had gotten past this.”

“I did too. “

“So, what are we going to do when we’re all together? I know you’re not giving up.”

“No. I just need…”

“Time?” Russ provided.

“I’ll get over it. I’ve gotten over a lot worse.”

“That’s my man.”

“Why are you doing this, Russ?”

“’Doing what?”

“Encouraging me? Fostering this threesome? I know how you feel about her.”

“It’s not only up to me and you whether this threesome moves forward. It’s ultimately Donna’s decision, and I’ll respect what she decides.” Except that now, her absence made it appear that she had decided not to have anything to do with either him or Chance. Russ 200

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knew better. He just needed to get her alone in a room for five minutes to convince her that she needed him as much as he needed her.

He could point out to Chance how Donna-the-sub had been calling the shots just by not returning their calls, her silence in itself the epitome of a power play. But he didn’t think Chance would appreciate the paradox, at least not right now.

“Even if her decision is to choose me?” Chance asked.

“I only want what’s best for her.” But he’d be damned if he would be going down without a fight.

* * * *

Donna stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom wondering what to wear to Angela’s barbecue, wondering if she should go at all.

I’m not a coward
.

Yeah, tell that to her knocking knees and her pounding heart.

The idea of seeing those two men again had her whole body tied in knots…and tingling.

Oh yeah, her body was definitely hot and tingling all over with anticipation.

She thought she might be able to handle Chance one-on-one, nothing about him as intimidating as his brother. She could negotiate with Chance, get her way. She knew the same couldn’t be said for Russ. He wasn’t so enamored that he couldn’t see her faults, didn’t adore her in the same starry-eyed, gentle way Chance did and surely wouldn’t let her get away with anything. He saw right into her soul and seemed to know exactly what she needed. Well, he knew exactly what
he
thought she needed. But he was wrong. And he wasn’t the boss of her!

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Donna put her hands on her hips, turned her body this way and that, examined it from every angle, and wondered what about her signaled kinky and freaky to Russ.

Perhaps the fact that you sweated the evening away with him and
his brother inside you at the same time was a clue. Gee, ya think?

Her phone rang, and Donna leaped across her bed to catch it, already knowing who it was. She took off her earring at the last minute and put it on the bedside table, silently reminding herself to put it back on before she left. She had lost more earrings this way when she was away from home and had to take a phone call.

“Hello, Angela!”

“Did you look at your caller ID, or are you getting as good at this stuff as I am?”