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Oakley understood her alarm. It had been a pretty uncomfortable scene. “Yup. Figure it’s just our rotten luck that my folks are the only ones who don’t live in Maris. They’d get a kick out of our relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship.” Sadie had made that point clear to them every single time they’d hooked up. She insisted it was just sex. That was all it could be.

Joel obviously agreed with that assessment. Neither of them thought a threesome could be more than a sexual fling. Oakley didn’t agree. He believed he and Joel could quite easily share Sadie for the rest of their lives. The three of them fit together.

If that meant putting away a part of himself—the part that was attracted to Joel too—then so be it. He was relatively sure he could do that. He was sure as hell willing to try if it meant keeping both of them in his life.

So he didn’t push the relationship point. It was still early days. Wouldn’t do him any good to spook them now. He was determined to show them exactly how good the three of them were together.

“Fine, Sade. But you’re going to have to give me something to call this thing we’re doing. Feels like more than just a fling, you know?”

“I’ll give it some thought and get back to you,” she teased. “And I’ll talk to Dad again. Tell him to stay the hell away from y’all.”

Oakley chuckled. “Yeah. I don’t see that happening. He was pretty pissed.”

“I guess that explains why he suddenly changed tonight’s schedule. He’s working until close with me. That’s why I called.”

“Fuck,” Oakley muttered. They’d made plans to meet up at Cruisers. It had become a bit of a routine, locking the doors behind the last customer then meeting at “their table”. Sometimes Sadie went down on him, other times she offered that paradise to Joel. Then they took turns fucking her.

It was completely hot, but Oakley was sort of anxious to break the pattern. He wanted to get Sadie in a bed, wanted to show her all the ways he and Joel could rock her world. “How late are you going to be?”

Sadie sighed. “No idea. Friday nights are usually hoppin’. Could be well after two. Which doesn’t really work with those up with the sun hours you and Joel keep on the ranch.”

She was right. During the week, Cruisers shut down around ten or eleven depending on the crowd. Even getting an early start, it was nearly three a.m. before he and Joel got back to the bunkhouse. Three hours’ sleep was an ass-kicker, but they both agreed it was worth it. So much so they had been willing to pull an all-nighter tonight.

“Maybe we should just pack it in on this evening. Try to hook up another time.”

Oakley knew Sadie’s suggestion made sense. So many hours of lost sleep was catching up to him. But he didn’t like the idea of not seeing her.

“I guess.”

“I’m off Wednesday night. What if you guys come by my place? We can order pizza, drink body shots off each other, and get silly between the sheets.”

Oakley laughed, even as her invitation had his cock twitching hungrily. “Damn. That sounds like my ideal night. Not crazy about having to wait so long though. Woody misses you.”

She laughed. “Anticipation makes it better.”

She was right, but he wasn’t at a place where he was willing to put that theory to the test. If Oakley had his way, he’d be buried deep inside her every single night of the week. “Wednesday it is,” he said at last. “I’ll let Joel know.”

“Cool. I’ll call you later about a time. I gotta run. I’m late for work. See you Wednesday.”

As they hung up, Oakley did some quick math in his head. Five days until he saw her. One hundred and twenty hours.

Jesus. He’d never make it.

Chapter 4

Sadie stood outside the bunkhouse and cursed herself for being a fool. And a nympho-fucking-maniac. She’d told Oakley that bullshit about anticipation making sex better just this afternoon. Instead, she’d gotten so hot and bothered and frustrated that she’d messed up at least a dozen drink orders and broken three glasses. She’d been so fucked-up her dad had told her to go home for fear she’d do some real damage. His exact words had been, “Get the fuck outta here before you burn the place down.”

So she’d hopped on her bike, traveled two blocks toward her apartment, then turned around and headed here. She glanced at her cell phone. It was just after midnight. The lights in the ranch house and the bunkhouse were off. The entire spread was pitch black. Not that she was surprised. Days started early at a place like this. The polar opposite of her sleep-until-early-afternoon, then-stay-up-half-the-night lifestyle. She was the vampire in Oakley and Joel’s early bird world.

She considered leaving them to their sleep for all of two seconds, and then she lifted her hand and knocked on the door.

Sadie only had a couple of minutes to second-guess her actions before the door opened. Joel stood before her in nothing but a pair of boxers. His hair was slightly mussed up and she suspected he’d actually been in bed for a while. Which made her feel really stupid for showing up unannounced.

“I, um?—”

That was all she could say before Joel cut her off with a loud, “Thank God,” and pulled her into his arms. His kisses could melt butter quicker than a microwave. She went soft in his embrace, letting his strength surround her, overwhelm her.