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much bigger things at play here than your sexual frustrations. Dale
paced alongside the rectangular pool.
Brad passed him, walking the opposite direction. I know we said
we d behave. She s just so damn
Beautiful, sensual Dale said.
Stubborn, argumentative Brad added.
And perfect.
Dale looked out to the beach. He squinted as the sun shone
brightly, but he knew the heat he felt came from the scene inside.
The sight of Isabel eyes closed, back arched, mouth open,
moaning had done more for his dick than the last blow job he d
gotten.
He released a long, lustful breath. She could be the one.
Brad raised a brow. You mean the one you think we could both
have for the rest of our lives?
Dale nodded. He d mentioned this to Brad before, though Brad
had been doubtful. But that was his nature, not to trust women. In his
mind, a woman for the two of them would be a nympho who would
stray.
Dale, however, felt a woman for them to share would be more
fulfilling than anything they d experienced. The right woman would
love them unconditionally, enjoying the pleasures they yearned to
give while secured in her position as much more than their lover but
their equal partner as well. And while Brad had reluctantly agreed, it
didn t mean he d immediately jump on board.
Yeah, Dale said simply.
Brad looked toward the house and nodded. It would be
incredible, man. One little problem. She freaked out when she saw
you. That shove she gave me was not wimpy.
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Dale grinned and walked toward Brad. That shove came after a
look that I didn t miss. It was curiosity. Her mouth, her eyes
Okay, damn, I get it. I m still suffering here with a hard-on that s
coming out of my jeans. Shit, Brad scoffed. But we can t have her.
We ve stayed away all these years to better watch over her. It s bad
enough she s here under our roof. Adding sex to this complicated
situation will make it hard for us to focus, he reasoned and walked to
the edge of their open deck facing the beach.
He was right. How could they tumble in bed with her and not let
their guard down at some crucial point? But still.
We re two grown men, Brad. And we re smart. We ve been
watching over her for a long time and led normal lives. We had sex
with other women, and that didn t interfere with our attention to
Isabel. If you ask me, I don t know that it would be as bad as you
think. Dale walked up behind him.
Brad snorted. Says the playboy. You were just as adamant as I
was about not being near her, about not laying a finger on her. What
changed?
The look in her eyes. I know women, Brad, probably better than
you. She wanted us, both of us. And tell me right now that if we have
sex with her, we won t naturally want to protect her even more? Be
more careful, more possessive?
His friend chuckled and shook his head. So now you re implying
that having sex with her is better for her?
Dale ignored his sarcasm and looked him in the eye. I m saying
it won t hurt. She won t fight us and she may even trust us.
Brad grew serious and stared out to sea again. And what about
her, man? Her feelings? What if she expects more than what we
what I can give her?
It was hard not to feel the loneliness in his friend s tone. Damn it,
if he would just learn to let the past go.
We talk to her. We let her decide. She s a big girl now.
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Brad turned to face the house, specifically her bedroom. The
turmoil was evident in his eyes, and it took him a moment to answer.
All right. She s been in our club she s into threesomes. Fuck
me, I can t even imagine her with someone else. But she doesn t
know we re into them. Hell, she doesn t know it s our club,
otherwise, she would have said something by now.
Dale covered his grin with a hand, pretending to swipe something
from his mouth. He knew whatever Isabel had done that night at Club
Lava did not involve sex. But the reason she could waltz into a
swingers club and laugh it up with friends haunted Brad day and
night. Their club wasn t for the prude, uptight, or, most of the time,
the monogamous.
People were at least curious the first time they ventured into a
lifestyle club, if not already experienced. Isabel hadn t seemed
shocked so she wasn t a novice. It didn t mean she participated in
orgies or ménages, but it did mean she had, at the very least, thought
about them.
Okay, man. Let s go talk to her, ease her into where we work and
what we re okay with. He followed Brad back in the house, toward
Isabel s room.
Shit! Brad yelled a second after he walked in her room, then
hurried past Dale in the hallway, through the kitchen, and headed for
the front door.
Damn it, I m going to kill her!
She s gone? Dale wasn t sure, but it would be the only reason
he d be this furious.
Brad slammed the front door shut and stomped past the dining
area, aiming for the garage.
Wait, wait, no. Listen to me, you re too mad. You can t go into
her place of business and embarrass her. Dale spoke fast, watching
Brad grab his truck keys from the hook and throw the garage door
open.
Too bad. She should have listened.
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Dale hurried past him and blocked him from getting into his
Hummer. Stop! It wasn t often Dale saw his friend this angry, and
he actually felt bad for Isabel if Brad managed to get to her.
Get out of my way. What are you doing? Brad s voice was
deceptively low, a tone Dale knew well.
Saving any chance you might still have to be with her. That got
his attention.
Brad huffed and hung his head, took a deep breath, and faced him
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