Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(69)

Well, crap on a cracker. I must’ve been talking a little loud.

The guy on her left nodded at her and seemed a little distracted while the guy on her right, the flirt who’d tried to buy her a drink, toasted her and then sipped from his drink. Remembering the phone in her ear, she said, “Josh? Josh? You there? Hello?”

The line was dead so she hung up. Bad cell phone service. She wondered how much of her description he’d heard and shrugged as she placed the phone back in her purse.

“So…” the guy on her right said with a grin and twinkly eyes. “You like rope bondage, huh?”

“Oh Lord,” she said with a groan as she raised her glass to her lips.

He chuckled and said, “That’s okay. I know lots of people are into that sort of thing nowadays. I take it you like fantasies, bondage, and role-play. Would you be willing to add a ménage in the mix? I like to play, too.”

Whoa. “Sorry, um, what’s your name?”

“Mark, ma’am. My mom wanted all her sons to have biblical names. I’m the youngest.”

“Oh…okay. Um, Mark, I think you’re really a handsome guy,” she said, squinting at him and seeing double. “Wow, now you’re good-looking times two…But I’m really, really super attached to my men.”

“Men, as in more than one?”

She looked around and put her finger up to her lips and giggled. “Shhh. Not everyone is as cool as you are about it. Anyway, you’re handsome and all, but I’m in love, like really, really in love with my guys, and they do not share well.”

He muttered something that sounded like, “Tell me about it,” but her head was muzzy, and it might’ve been another conversation filtering through her tequila-soaked brain.

Warmth filled her, but it wasn’t an overheated sensation. It was comforting. Leaning back, she sighed happily and said, “Yeah, they’re the best, but very territorial, and I think their territorialness—is that a word?—yeah, their territorialness has already been stretched to its limits.” A little voice in her brain was telling her she was talking an awful lot, so she shut up.

Mark leaned slightly toward her and said, “So a pickup line would be wasted here, huh?”

“Oh, I’ve heard some doozies. Actually, that’s how my men got me to go out with them. I tell you what. Try out your best pickup lines, and I’ll rate them for you.”

Mark looked around the room, maybe looking for the bartender, grinning and nodding. “Okay. How about this one: ‘Did it hurt?’”

She snickered and rolled her eyes. “Did what hurt?”

“When you fell from Heaven because you gotta be an angel.” She shook her head. “No? Okay, lemme try another one on you. This one is gonna be good. Don’t make me laugh.”

Violet snorted and then made a zipping-her-lip motion. “Give it to me.”

He cleared his throat and gave her a come-hither look. “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you’ve got a really sweet ass.”

She dropped her jaw and laughed out loud. “Find a girl with a sense of humor, and that one’s a winner. Okay, try another one.”

He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling, and said, “If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

“It’ll only work if you keep your face serious. She’s gotta know you mean it. Okay, gimme one more, and then I have to see about getting home because I’m in—hic!—inebriated,” she said and giggled when she hiccupped again. She was having a lot of fun, considering how much she missed her men right that moment. Just the thought of them made her feel warm all over.

“Hmmm,” Mark said, stroking his chin and looking at her speculatively as if he was searching his mind for the perfect line.



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“Do you want to fuck?”

Lucas wanted to bust out laughing at the look on Violet’s face when she turned her head and spotted them both standing behind her seat at the bar. Her eyes popped open wide, making her look all sweet and innocent, and the beatific expression on her face made him want to beat his chest, and Josh’s, too. Maybe give a little Tarzan yell. He nodded at Ethan over her head, grateful to him for calling them to come get her.

Evidently, Violet was affectionate and talkative when she was tipsy because Josh had let him listen to a portion of her description of what she wanted them to do to her. He’d also listened in on her sweet-as-hell drunken declaration of love over the phone. She probably wouldn’t even remember, but he’d get her to tell him again in person when she was sober.

Their youngest brother guffawed and slapped Lucas on the back as he got up out of his chair. “Now that is way more direct than I’d ever attempt. I don’t wanna get slapped.”