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Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(22)



“I was interested in someone at the store?” The thought was positively jarring to her, and she was sure that showed on her face.

Wes shook his head vehemently. “No! Not at all! Although, Irving was clearly interested in you. I meant just that maybe we were too much.”

“You thought that maybe I was avoiding home because I couldn’t keep up?”

Wes nodded affirmatively, and Rosemary wished she could say something snarky like that it was they who were having to keep up with her. But the truth was that she had been away from home a lot, especially in the evenings. The store hiring a new and undeniably charming management trainee only compounded matters, and she could understand why he might feel threatened. She looked up at Evan.

“What about you? Do you feel the same way?”

Evan smiled and shrugged at her before he sat on her other side on the bench. “Right about the time we talked about starting a family, things changed around here.” He gestured to the store around them. “I figured that maybe you got cold feet and wanted to cool off the baby talk for a while. We want you to have what you need, Rosie. We just aren’t sure what that is lately.”

Rosemary looked from one man to the other and placed a hand on their cheeks. “All I need is the two of you. Yes, I admit I’m gone from home a lot. I’m pretty tired by the end of most days, too, so we haven’t been fooling around as much as you probably need. But how I feel about you and about us hasn’t changed. I still love you and want you both.”

The memory of Wes’s territorial behavior returned, and she smiled at him. He’d been so sexy, standing there in his faded jeans and boots, looking ready to do bodily harm if Irving laid a hand on her. She looked at Evan and saw the gleam in his eyes. She looked around the big dressing room with the mirrors on three walls.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to get in a practice run on that baby-making project, now would you?”

The tension in the dressing room suddenly escalated as she watched the heat kindle and smolder in Wes’s eyes and the slow, sexy smile that spread over his lips. He placed her hand on his groin and let that be her answer.

Turning her gaze to Evan, she said, “You’re usually the pushy alpha male around me. What do you have to say about this?”

“I want your time back. And I want your hot little pussy, right now.”

“Why, Mr. Garner, we’re in a public place, a store dressing room no less. Look at all these mirrors. It’s quite shocking.”

“Even better,” Wes murmured as he pulled her to her feet. “Maybe that’s all we need…To shake things up a bit.” He drew her with him to the middle of the room and tipped her chin up so he could kiss her. Wes was usually her gentle, ardent lover, eager to please her and passionate about making love with her. The man holding her now was forceful and demanding as he claimed her mouth, plundering her with hot, wet strokes of his tongue.

Evan gently drew her long mass of black curls back and pressed tender kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. She felt tugging at her shoulders and knew he was untying the spaghetti straps of her sundress.

She smiled against Wes’s questing lips as Evan stroked her bare shoulders and chest before freeing her bare breasts from the elasticized bodice of the dress, pushing the stretchy top of it to her hips. She’d picked that dress earlier that morning, hoping that it might motivate her men to play at some point. She never would’ve thought it would be in the dressing room at her family’s store, but she knew it was the perfect place. She’d be able to see from every angle with all those mirrors, which was always a huge turn-on for her. And there were no security cameras in the dressing rooms.

Wes slid a callused hand down her back in a rough, sweet caress that left a wake of tingles. He caught the dress with the top of his hand as it continued south to her ass cheeks. Her pussy quivered when he yanked the stretch fabric past her hips, along with her thong, and it all fell to a cottony puddle around her ankles.

“Better,” Wes whispered gutturally against her lips.

The dominating way he was acting created a blaze inside her, and her pussy testified to that fact when her juices leaked to her inner thighs. This was so unlike him, and she was uncertain what to do except let him have his way.

Just as exciting was the feel of Evan’s body heat against her back and his work-roughened palms as he smoothed them down her ribcage and around her hips to her lower abdomen. Her tummy fluttered when he brushed his thumb over her belly button and sucked on her earlobe before tugging gently with his teeth.

In a deep, growly whisper, Evan asked, “Are you wet for us?”