Maizy the Bear Charmer(Diving Creek Ranch 16)(48)

“Oh no, baby,” Heath whispered, brushing her hair back from her face and taking her into his arms. “We’d never look at this as a one-night stand. Was it carefully orchestrated? No. Did we plan only to talk and then got carried away? Yes. But we don’t see you as a one-night stand so you stop thinking like that. It was fantastic. If anything, we’re all worried we might’ve been too rough with you.”

She shook her head and her curls bounced in every direction. When she looked up she was smiling and blushing. “I tingle all over very nicely. Some places more than others and I like it. I feel…”

Heath smiled back at her. “You feel what?”

The word was nothing more than a whisper. “Blessed.”

Heath heaved a sigh of relief and whispered back, “That’s for sure.” He patted her ass and then squeezed each cheek in his hands just because they felt so fucking good and said, “The coffee is done, why don’t you go get a cup?”

He joined them a few seconds later with just a pair of old jeans slung on and left unbuttoned.

Cody said, “Heath, my truck is blocked in so I’m taking yours. Plus it’s quieter than Spencer’s diesel and not as attention grabbing.”

Heath tossed him the keys from the hook. “Good idea.”

Cody stroked Maizy’s shoulder and then kissed the top of her head. “We should go. You can take your cup with you in the truck.”

She went to Spencer first and wrapped her arms around his middle and stayed that way for a few seconds, and then she looked up at him and stroked his jaw. She finally pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear and he smiled and let out a deep breath. He looked at peace.

A few seconds later she was in Heath’s arms, kissing him and giggling when he tickled her with his scruff against her lips. She stroked the base of his skull with her fingertips and he nearly started tapping his foot it felt so good and she said, “Ah, you like that, too? Thank you for taking care of me last night and this morning. I hope I see you again soon.”

“Very soon,” he murmured as he brushed his lips against hers and released her with reluctance. She followed Cody out the front door, waved, and was gone.

“Going back to bed?” he asked Spencer and took a sip of his coffee.

Spencer shook his head as he got out a mug and poured himself a cup. “No. I’m too wired, which is odd. I should be in a sex-induced coma right now. That was so fucking hot.”

Heath groaned. “I know. I don’t think I slept at all but I’m wide awake. She’s incredible.”

“Tell me about it. I’m thinking about starting on the deck today.”

Heath smiled and nodded. “Did you see her eyes? She was really excited about that outdoor room.”

Spencer grinned and took another sip of his coffee. “I know it’s sappy but now that I know she’s excited about it I want to get it done earlier just to make her happy.”

“If you’re a sap then I guess that makes us all saps. I think we all had visions for this house with the sole purpose of making her happy enough to want to stay.”

“Maybe so, but taking care of her and making her happy with us is what really matters. Making whatever happens down the road worth it.”





Chapter Twelve




Cody drove in silence, regretting the way they’d started out. He’d been determined that they’d no longer be ruled by their dicks. When they’d sat down the year before and finally broken the ice about sharing a woman, he’d been surprised and encouraged that they’d all three shared that mindset about sex.

Being big, muscular, and fairly attractive had made their sex lives easy from a relatively young age. The fact that they’d always stuck together meant that many times the same women were attracted to more than one of them and often all three. Sharing a woman wasn’t new to them.

Sharing a woman they had deep feelings for was.

They’d wanted Maizy to feel cherished yesterday. Valued and respected. None of those qualities had been dimmed by her taking the initiative, but that didn’t ease his guilt.

Maizy yawned and let out a deep sigh as she leaned against him on the bench seat.

He didn’t deserve her easy acceptance, or her warmth.

She slid her hand over his thigh in a sweet, intimate gesture and he was a little surprised when his cock awakened at the contact. He’d just come harder than he had in ages, which was saying a lot, considering his practiced ability to delay orgasm.

When he and his adopted brothers had talked those months before, they’d realized that they’d finally reached a surfeit of casual sex and one-night stands. Sex succeeded only in taking the edge off of a much deeper, growing need. It kept them mellow but didn’t satisfy.