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Taking turns was never their strong suit…

Cape May, Book 3

Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what’s she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!

When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.

Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it’s his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he’s planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con’s possessive instincts kick in. He’d always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.

Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.

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Copyright © 2011 Anne Rainey
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication 

“Well, that was a pleasant way to wake up,” Tory said as she dropped onto the mattress. Every nerve ending in her body was buzzing from her glorious orgasm.

Devon chuckled and kissed the top of her head before moving onto the bed and cradling her body against his. “Just pleasant?”

Without saying a word, Con shot up and headed toward the bathroom. Had she done something wrong? He was never quiet, especially after making love. When he reappeared, Tory noticed his gaze went straight to Devon and, unless she was mistaken, Con looked pissed. What was that about? As she sat up, Tory grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body. “Con?”

Con’s gaze softened as he stared at the hand she used to clutch the sheet close. “It’s been over two months, baby. You can lose the sheet.”

Tory smoothed her palm over the soft, light blue cotton material and said, “You two might’ve talked me into sleeping naked, but sitting around in the bright light of day in my birthday suit is never going to happen.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Devon asked. He moved off the bed and pulled on his pajama pants before moving to sit in the chair he’d vacated earlier.

“Yes, we will.” Always pushing for more, that was Con and Devon, but Tory wasn’t budging on this one.

Con went to the dresser and opened a drawer. After retrieving a pair of black silk boxers, he slid them on and leaned against the dresser, crossing his legs at the ankles. God, the man was delicious. His close-cropped midnight black hair always tempted Tory to reach out and play. Add a thickly muscled chest and gorgeous six-pack abs to the mix and it was no wonder Tory craved the man. Yep, Con was a silver-eyed hunk, no doubt about it.

“I have something to tell you two,” he said. “Now’s as good a time as any, I guess.”

Tory and Devon looked at each other, then back at Con. “Shoot,” Devon said.

“Next Monday is Valentine’s Day.”

Butterflies flitted around in Tory’s stomach at the reminder. Valentine’s Day. Crap. She didn’t have a clue what she was supposed to get Con and Devon. It was bad enough with one guy to think about. She had two, for crying out loud! “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’m getting either of you.”

Con winked. “What you just gave us works for me.”

“Ditto, sugar.”

Tory rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You were saying?”

“What would you two say to a trip to Cancun? Sun, surf and lots of hot, sweaty sex.”

For a moment Tory was speechless. “Seriously?”

Con stepped away from the dresser and came toward her. “I’ve already booked the room and bought the plane tickets.” Once he was within inches of the bed, he murmured, “We’ll leave Friday and come back late Sunday. Two days in a tropical paradise. What do you say?”

“Con, we should’ve talked about this”, Devon warned.

Con frowned over at Devon. “What’s there to talk about? You said yourself you were taking a personal day on Friday, so it’s not like you’ll be missing work.”

Devon stood and, unless Tory missed her guess, he looked ready to blow a gasket. “That’s not the point, damn it.”

Con pushed a hand through his hair. “Then what the hell is the point?”

“Did you ever stop to consider I might want to plan this with you?” Devon pointed to Tory and growled, “She’s not yours, Con, she’s ours.”

Uh-oh. Tory didn’t like the direction this little discussion was going. “Uh, guys?”

Con ignored her. “I don’t need the reminder. I figured this would be a fun trip for all of us.”

“That’s the problem, you figured.” He pointed back and forth between the two of them. “We should’ve worked together on this.”

Con took a step toward Devon and fired back, “To hell with that. I don’t need your damn permission to take Tory to Cancun.”

“We both love Tory and we both want her to be happy. She’s not going to be happy if we’re fighting over her like she’s a damn dog treat!”

“Stop it!” Tory yelled. Both men went silent, twin expressions of shock on their faces as they stared at her. “You two are being ridiculous.”

Con cursed and turned away. Something was eating at him, but she had no idea what it could be.

Tory scooted off the bed, the sheet wrapped tight around her, and went to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and nearly moaned at the hard muscle beneath her fingers. “What is it, Con? Talk to me.”

He stiffened. For a moment Tory was afraid he wouldn’t answer. When he turned, forcing her to drop her hand, and blasted her with the full intensity of his silver gaze, her blood heated. “It’s nothing, baby.”

She smacked him on the chest. “It’s not nothing. You’re upset. Why?”

He sighed and shook his head. “It’s a hell of an adjustment, this relationship of ours.”

Her stomach bottomed out. “Is it me?” What if he were getting tired of her?

He frowned. “Huh?”

“She thinks you’re losing interest in her, you idiot.”

Con stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. It felt so good to be held by Con. He didn’t do pathetic hugs. Only big bear hugs would do for him. “Oh hell, baby,” he whispered against the top of her head. “I could never lose interest in you. Not in a million years.”

She nuzzled his chest, content to breathe in his warm, masculine scent for a few seconds before asking, “What is it? We need to be able to communicate, Con. This won’t work otherwise.”

“I know. It’s just…” He paused before saying, “I don’t know. Give me a few days to figure it out. Okay?”

She pushed back enough to look him in the eye. “Fine, but that’s all I’m giving you.”

He dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers. The brief contact scattered her wits. “You’re getting bossy, you know that?”

“I have to in order to hold my own against you two.” She felt another hard-bodied male behind her. Large, gentle hands caressed her bottom through the sheet. Tory’s legs shook at the knowledge that she was effectively caged in by the two men who had managed to slip inside her heart as easily as they had her body. When Con tugged the sheet down, revealing her breasts, Tory blurted, “Summer and I are going shopping today.”

“Mmm, what time?”

“Noon,” she replied, forcing herself to stay on topic. “It’s already after ten and I still need to shower and dress.”

Con grinned and stepped back. “No problem,” he growled, then he took her hand and led the way to the bathroom. She looked back to see Devon slipping out of his pajama bottoms once again. When his erection sprang free, Tory knew she was a goner.

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