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“I should go. I have a few errands to take care of before I go into work.”
Warrick also glanced at his watch. “I should go, too. Until tomorrow night, then?”
“Yes. I’ll be ready at seven.” Warrick kissed her deeply. Then Colton did the same. Each hugged her tight as if they didn’t want to let her out of their sight. She felt the same way.
The three of them walked down the well-worn wooden stairs of the old homestead and outside as if nothing exceptional had taken place upstairs. But it had. Each step downward tested the fragile strength of her thigh muscles as the relaxing and recent gratification times two still roamed fiercely through her body. She felt a little bit on the edge of being out of control. But she liked it.
Colton reiterated his agreement to let the OWT hotel use the place for tourists wanting a taste of the ranch life. She was glad he reminded her of the reason she was out here in the first place. She’d momentarily forgotten.
For her part, Isabelle wondered if she’d ever enter here without blushing to her roots as she remembered what had transpired. Her first encounter with the two men she’d been fantasizing about for weeks had turned out perfectly.
Was this the very beginning of an exciting new relationship? She hoped so, even as doubts crept in regarding their future. From what little she’d learned about the two men respectively, neither one had ever been married or had ever settled down to any serious liaisons.
Would it be different with her? Or not? She wanted to be different. She wanted to be the girl they chose. The girl they kept. Was that too forward? Was she setting herself up to fail? Only time would tell.
Isabelle knew exactly what she wanted. More than anything else she wanted to settle down here in Montana permanently. She wanted roots.
She’d never felt quite at home anywhere else, not even when she lived in Chicago. It was a wonderful town, and very family oriented. She didn’t have any family close by.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t close to her sister after a falling out years ago during her first year of college. The rest of her relatives—only on her father’s side of the family—were all scattered across the country. She’d never been close to any of her cousins, aunts, or uncles, having lived a rather solitary life the last ten years or so. But she longed to live a very passionate life going forward.
Even for as ardent as they’d been with her today, Isabelle didn’t know if Colton and Warrick sought any sort of long-lasting liaison. She’d heard more than one or two whispers in town regarding the fact that Warrick and Colton were bachelors who meant to stay that way. Up to now she’d figured the whispers were from jealous women.
If they weren’t looking for any kind of everlasting love, Isabelle might be headed down a dark twisted path leading directly to heartbreak. Was she about to join the legion of women in Warrick and Colton’s distant past? She desperately hoped not.
Ultimately, she wanted what all of her new friends in Enclave had with regard to the unusual ménage lifestyle common here. She wanted permanence. She wanted roots. She wanted family. And most of all, she wanted Warrick and Colton to be hers from this day forward.
Was that asking too much?
Chapter Five
Warrick spent the rest of the afternoon berating himself for the early, extended lunch break at Colton’s old ranch house. Not because he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed himself, but because he was distracted by the sexual memories of their short time together for the rest of the day.
He was in court this afternoon. Anytime there was a pause in the proceedings his mind wandered to the scent of her, the feel of her, the unique sound she made right before she climaxed. Had he ever before been so amazed by a woman that he couldn’t stop thinking about her afterward? No. Never before. Maybe they needed to have sex. Maybe it had been too long.
“Mr. Harper?” the judge asked, jolting him from his inappropriate reverie. “Do you have any questions for this witness?”
“Yes, sir. I do.” He stood up from the prosecutor’s table and forcefully shoved his recent recollections to the very back of his brain. Time to put his mind back where it belonged, on his job.
At the end of the day, after he’d successfully prosecuted his caseload, Warrick ensconced himself in his office and allowed the memories of her being inside this domain to roam free.
The phone on his desk rang, startling him, not for the first time today. He picked up the phone and said, “This is Harper.”
“This is Duke.”
“What’s up?”
“Where were you right before lunchtime? I stopped by your office. Your assistant said you’d left early, but she didn’t know where you went.”
