The Unbreakable Trio
Chapter One
Liam Turner stared at the full ass right in front of him. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab a handful of delicious curves and never let go. Claire Martin always did this to him. She made him yearn for her body, for her love.
He shook his head and tried to force his gaze elsewhere. Nothing was happening. Her ass the best thing to look at in all of Long Mead state, which was a small town in the middle of nowhere with nothing to look forward to. Long Mead was surrounded by a massive amount of desert, and their water supply came from a reserve on the edge of town. Most of the young folk hated living in a town cut off from most all the city life. Liam loved the quiet. Yes, they got the tourists in from the history surrounding the town, but nothing ever went wrong. A lot of the men were ranchers. He and his best friend, Shane Cook, owned a ranch about a thirty-minute drive outside of town. They raised cattle. The work was hard and tiring. At least it paid for the rent and the cozy lifestyle they’d enjoyed lately.
“Could you pass me those tins of paint?” Claire asked from the ladder where she stood. Her coworkers had gone out to lunch, leaving Claire to handle the restocking of the shelves. Although it was a small town, they were always busy.
Liam grabbed a tin and handed it up to her. As he brought his arm down, he brushed the curve of her thigh.
“Do you like working here?” Liam asked, curious about the woman who had held his attention for as long as he could remember.
“It pays the bills,” she said on her way down the ladder. She looked a little unsteady, and he grabbed her hips to keep her standing.
Big mistake.
His cock jerked in reaction. Her hips were round and full. Liam dug his fingers into the flesh, feeling the firmness. She wasn’t like skinny girls, where men were afraid with one hard fuck they’d break in two. Claire had more about her.
She could take a fucking from him.
She could take Shane as well. Liam cut the thought off. For years he and his friend had held a torch for this delightful female. Neither wanting to back down from the claiming of her or ruin their friendship, so—by mutual agreement—decided to leave it.
They had watched as she dated a few of the other guys in town. Liam and Shane had never been allowed to intervene because they’d given up their shot with her. Liam, Shane, and Claire had been the best of friends as young children, and the friendship had cemented into adulthood. At twenty-three, they were still close.
“You can let go now,” she whispered.
Liam paused. He didn’t want to let her go. Instead of letting her go, he brought her closer to his body. Their closeness was not enough for her to feel his hard cock.
“You smell good,” he said with a moan as he scented her skin.
Claire giggled and pulled out of his hold. “Have you started on the beer already, cowboy?”
He wished he had.
“Nope. Just making a woman know she’s wanted.”
This was another thing. No matter how many times he or Shane teased her or made suggestive remarks, she never took the bait.
“Well, go and find another woman to add to your bedpost. I’m not interested.” Claire walked away. Liam followed with enough space to watch her ass swing in the tight pinstripe skirt. Fuck. What would she look like spread across his desk with his cock inside her cunt? For years he’d thought of what she’d taste like, look like ready to be fucked. If he was honest, he was getting tired of waiting for his friend to wake up and smell the honey. Either Shane got over his problems or Liam would make the first move.
Another year had gone by, and Liam had grown tired of the useless sex he’d been getting from women he didn’t like. Many times while he’d been inside another woman, he would close his eyes and think of Claire. Imagine her response. When he came and opened his eyes, the disappointment had been too hard to bear.
The only woman he wanted was Claire. The only woman he needed was Claire.
He wasn’t going to wait for a loser who didn’t deserve her to snatch her up.
Claire was going to be his.
* * * *
Shane glanced through the glass to see Claire and his friend talking. His gut turned, and the rage he kept at bay threatened to surface. Not many people knew of the life he lived as a young boy. The years of watching an abusive father torment the woman he said he loved and the son he said he wanted had left a horrid stain on Shane’s soul.
Looking at Claire even at a distance made him want things he shouldn’t. She’d been a temptation he’d wanted to avoid.
Shaking his head, Shane entered the shop. Claire and Liam glanced up.
“Hey, stranger,” Claire said, walking around the aisle to give him a hug. He loved her touches. The slightest thing would make her hug or kiss either him or Liam.
Liam Turner stared at the full ass right in front of him. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab a handful of delicious curves and never let go. Claire Martin always did this to him. She made him yearn for her body, for her love.
He shook his head and tried to force his gaze elsewhere. Nothing was happening. Her ass the best thing to look at in all of Long Mead state, which was a small town in the middle of nowhere with nothing to look forward to. Long Mead was surrounded by a massive amount of desert, and their water supply came from a reserve on the edge of town. Most of the young folk hated living in a town cut off from most all the city life. Liam loved the quiet. Yes, they got the tourists in from the history surrounding the town, but nothing ever went wrong. A lot of the men were ranchers. He and his best friend, Shane Cook, owned a ranch about a thirty-minute drive outside of town. They raised cattle. The work was hard and tiring. At least it paid for the rent and the cozy lifestyle they’d enjoyed lately.
“Could you pass me those tins of paint?” Claire asked from the ladder where she stood. Her coworkers had gone out to lunch, leaving Claire to handle the restocking of the shelves. Although it was a small town, they were always busy.
Liam grabbed a tin and handed it up to her. As he brought his arm down, he brushed the curve of her thigh.
“Do you like working here?” Liam asked, curious about the woman who had held his attention for as long as he could remember.
“It pays the bills,” she said on her way down the ladder. She looked a little unsteady, and he grabbed her hips to keep her standing.
Big mistake.
His cock jerked in reaction. Her hips were round and full. Liam dug his fingers into the flesh, feeling the firmness. She wasn’t like skinny girls, where men were afraid with one hard fuck they’d break in two. Claire had more about her.
She could take a fucking from him.
She could take Shane as well. Liam cut the thought off. For years he and his friend had held a torch for this delightful female. Neither wanting to back down from the claiming of her or ruin their friendship, so—by mutual agreement—decided to leave it.
They had watched as she dated a few of the other guys in town. Liam and Shane had never been allowed to intervene because they’d given up their shot with her. Liam, Shane, and Claire had been the best of friends as young children, and the friendship had cemented into adulthood. At twenty-three, they were still close.
“You can let go now,” she whispered.
Liam paused. He didn’t want to let her go. Instead of letting her go, he brought her closer to his body. Their closeness was not enough for her to feel his hard cock.
“You smell good,” he said with a moan as he scented her skin.
Claire giggled and pulled out of his hold. “Have you started on the beer already, cowboy?”
He wished he had.
“Nope. Just making a woman know she’s wanted.”
This was another thing. No matter how many times he or Shane teased her or made suggestive remarks, she never took the bait.
“Well, go and find another woman to add to your bedpost. I’m not interested.” Claire walked away. Liam followed with enough space to watch her ass swing in the tight pinstripe skirt. Fuck. What would she look like spread across his desk with his cock inside her cunt? For years he’d thought of what she’d taste like, look like ready to be fucked. If he was honest, he was getting tired of waiting for his friend to wake up and smell the honey. Either Shane got over his problems or Liam would make the first move.
Another year had gone by, and Liam had grown tired of the useless sex he’d been getting from women he didn’t like. Many times while he’d been inside another woman, he would close his eyes and think of Claire. Imagine her response. When he came and opened his eyes, the disappointment had been too hard to bear.
The only woman he wanted was Claire. The only woman he needed was Claire.
He wasn’t going to wait for a loser who didn’t deserve her to snatch her up.
Claire was going to be his.
* * * *
Shane glanced through the glass to see Claire and his friend talking. His gut turned, and the rage he kept at bay threatened to surface. Not many people knew of the life he lived as a young boy. The years of watching an abusive father torment the woman he said he loved and the son he said he wanted had left a horrid stain on Shane’s soul.
Looking at Claire even at a distance made him want things he shouldn’t. She’d been a temptation he’d wanted to avoid.
Shaking his head, Shane entered the shop. Claire and Liam glanced up.
“Hey, stranger,” Claire said, walking around the aisle to give him a hug. He loved her touches. The slightest thing would make her hug or kiss either him or Liam.