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Oh, god. My wedding night. With two men who I’d snared.
“What’s the matter, sweets?” Knox asked, leaning down so his eyes met mine. “You’ve gone pale. That’s supposed to happen before the ceremony.” While he was trying to poke fun at our arrangement, he watched me with a serious gaze.
“I forced you into this,” I said.
Jed nudged his sister out of the way so he stood directly beside Knox. Tall and looming. Formidable. “Do we look like men to be forced into anything?”
In my periphery, I saw Lane and Spur lead Piper down the center aisle and out of the small church.
“I… I put you in a compromising situation and the Thomkins men will expect this. You did it because of… of—”
“What? Our virtue?” Knox asked. “Sweets, we wanted to marry you. Hell, I wanted you the first moment I saw you with that mining book in your hands.”
Jed nodded. “When you were in the kitchen with Piper, we were arguing over you. You were to be mine and Knox didn’t agree with that.”
“We’ve lived in this town for a year and forgot the new law. You reminded us of it. It saves us from killing each other.”
“Over you,” Jed finished.
Over me. I put my hand to my chest. “You were going to fight each other over me?”
Both men shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now. We both have exactly what we want. You.”
They had very earnest, very serious expressions. These men, lord, these men were my husbands. Their red hair was striking, their features bold, their size so big. They knew what they wanted and I couldn’t doubt their words. I nodded. “All right.”
“All right?” Knox asked, his brow going up in what I assumed was skepticism.
“Yes, why?”
“You’ve given in to this much easier than I expected,” he replie
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“Why? Because I’m a spinster bluestocking schoolteacher who should be thankful for any man looking my way?” I couldn’t help the bitterness that tinged my words.
Knox’s eyes narrowed and Jed clenched his jaw. “That deserves a spanking,” Jed said.
“What?” I asked, stepping back, grabbing hold of the back of the nearest pew.
“I told you before that talking like that about yourself would get you punished.”
“Yes, you’re a bluestocking,” Knox added. “You mentioned you’re a schoolteacher. As for spinster, you’re what? Twenty-two?”
“Twenty-three.”
“It’s the tone, sweets. We can hear how you belittle yourself.”
“Then it’s because I kissed you both and you think me forward.” It had to be that then, their reason for wanting me.
“Forward? As our wife, we don’t mind your forwardness. In fact, I’d like some more of it. We might have exactly what we want,” Jed said. “But not where we want.”
I frowned. “Oh?”
He leaned close, whispered in my ear, his warm breath fanning my neck. “Yes, beneath me. Between us.”
Knox moved closer. “Over me works, too.” He tucked a long tendril of hair behind my ear. The action was so gentle for one so big. I shivered at the heat from his fingertips against my nape. “But where? In bed. Now.”
Beneath… over… bed. Oh, my. Kissing was one thing, but what they were referring was something else entirely. Perhaps I wasn’t so forward after all. As they led me out of the church and down the boardwalk, I was glad to know they were forward.
