A Second Chance Love by T.K. Paige Page A

and I knew why Jacob had offered the bunkhouse. Our gentle giant always wanted to save people.
    I knew the moment she realized what I was to Jacob and Kyle. Her blue eyes tightened and her jaw locked up as she looked me up and down, taking in the fact that I was barefoot. Considering the weather outside, that was a definite tip off that I wasn’t expecting to leave anytime soon.
    Sneering at me, she let the venom out. “You think you’re something special? They will cut you loose too. They are hung up on some bitch in California, so what makes you different?”
    I raised an eyebrow at her. “Maybe because I am the bitch from California.” When her jaw dropped open in shock, I continued on, “Now if you want to mind your manners, you are welcome to stay in the bunkhouse for the night like Jacob offered. However, if you don’t, I will take great personal joy in tossing your ass out.”
    She turned to look at Jacob and Kyle with tears in her big baby blues only to realize that both their gazes were glued to me. The looks they both gave me were proud and approving, leaving no doubt they were absolutely fine with what I had stated. She snarled at me as she stormed off. “I can find my own way out.”
    I sighed as I looked over to the guys. “Bummer, I really wanted to help her leave.”
    I held my hand up to stop them as they started to rush over to me. I knew that gleam in their eyes and I really wanted to make up too, but… “First let’s make sure she’s gone. Second, let’s shower and get cleaned up.” I grimaced down at my hands. “I don’t know about how you two feel, but, damn, that was just nasty.”
     
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    The next day, I was sitting in my chair in the living room reading while the guys were watching a football game. I was reading one of what they called my smut books. At first they had just liked to tease me about them—until I had shown them a page or two. Now instead of laughing about them, they would ask if I had come across anything worth trying out. And I was definitely bookmarking this spot for future use. But I might need to limber up first.
    I noticed some movement out the corner of my eye. Kyle was sitting with his back snuggled up to Jacob and his legs stretched out on the sofa. Both guys were wearing T-shirts and sweatpants, and Jacob’s arm—which had been between Kyle and the sofa—was missing. Hmm.
    Kyle’s eyes closed and he leaned his head back as he shifted. I could see Jacob’s hand, moving into Kyle’s pants going slowly toward his hardening cock. Jacob nuzzled Kyle’s ear and nipped gently just as his hand wrapped around the prize it had found, drawing a low moan from Kyle. Suddenly, I wasn’t interested in my book any longer.
    I put my Kindle on the end table and turned so I could get a better view. Jacob’s eyes met mine. Kyle liked to be playful and pout. He liked to manipulate in a fun way. But sometimes…sometimes he liked to have control taken completely out of his hands. We had a box with ties, blindfolds and other things for those occasions. From the way Kyle had gone completely pliant in Jacob’s embrace and was making needy little noises, I had a feeling we were fixing to break out the box. I shivered at the thought.
    Then the doorbell rang and I exchanged a frustrated glance with Jacob and Kyle.
    “Well, that will kill the mood,” Kyle grumped.
    I got up. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and they’ll leave quickly.” I grinned at them as I headed to the door. But as I pulled it open and saw the handsome, older man standing on our front porch, I knew that wasn’t happening. I stood there for a moment with my mouth hanging open in shock.
    “Hello, Kerri,” my father said with a smile. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
     
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    Awkward didn’t begin to describe the feeling in the living room. I sat in my chair. Dad sat in the other one. Jacob and Kyle sat on the sofa. We made small talk. Actually, I did. I asked about my step-mother Diane