Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page A

altitude and given the time of year, it might drop into the low forties.”
    Breck laced his fingers together. “Are you saying you’re too much of a wimp to camp?”
    They sure knew how to press her buttons. She slid into the booth so that no one would overhear her response. “I love camping, but it’ll be too damn cold to have sex.”
    They both burst out laughing. “Who said anything about sex?”
    “Shh. You’re telling me you’ll keep your hands off me?” She worried she might be the one to give in.
    Don’t go with them.
    “We’re there to climb rocks, and we’re merely looking for some way to blow off a little steam.”
    They could shift and race to a high point if they really wanted get a good view, but her dads had said they enjoyed the challenge of seeing how far they could push their human side. For some reason she didn’t want them to see her back down from a challenge. “What do you want me to bring?”
    “We’ve got everything. Just make sure you dress warm.”
    “That I can do.”
    The men scooted out of the booth and left, not even trying to kiss her or hug her. Maybe they, too, realized that the three of them could never be. Both men, and especially Daven, seemed very focused on being the best security man at Panther Cove. That was okay by her. Having them as friends worked perfectly well. She’d get to go rock climbing without having to haul all of the gear. She remembered the time when Trish had gone with her, and Julia had ended up lugging everything.
    Once the men left, no one else came in. That sucked as far as tips went, but it would give her time to figure things out. By closing time, she’d wiped down the tables, filled the salt- and peppershakers and the ketchup bottles.
    After she made sure the money balanced, she waved good-bye to Alexandre. “I’ll see you on Tuesday.” She wondered how the men knew Monday was her day off. Would Alexandre have let on, or had her dads been the culprits? It didn’t really matter how they’d found out.
    Once she arrived home, she sorted through her gear. Besides her climbing shoes, harness, and favorite rope, she tossed in warmer gear, some food, and a few other necessities into her backpack. The men were strong enough to carry a car up a hill if they had to, so she didn’t worry they’d be burdened if they had to bring the supplies.
    By the time she got ready for bed, it was rather late, but at least she was tired enough to fall asleep. She must have been in a deep rest mode, because she nearly jumped when the alarm sounded. She crawled out of bed and headed straight in to shower to get the cobwebs from her brain. During this last week, she’d learned not to spend any more time than needed washing. Too often, she found herself tweaking her nipples and remembering how Daven had plucked and teased them until they were so swollen that when his lips caressed the tips, streaks of joy radiated all down her body.
    She dunked her head under the water, and the warm flow helped revive her. She wanted to be at her peak performance, determined to show the men she was their equal. She scrubbed her body hard, almost to the point of pain, because letting her mind wander wouldn’t be good. As soon as she was clean, she shut off the valve and towel dried. A quick pass of the hair dryer and she was all set.
    Her pack sat by the front door, so all she needed to do was grab a cup of coffee and eat breakfast and she’d be good to go. Her phone sat on the counter, and only once had she been tempted to call and cancel.
    You can do this .
    She told herself that if she could have fun with these two men and not have sex, then she could rid them from her mind. It had to work.
    She’d just dumped her dishes in the sink when there was a knock on the door. Since the person hadn’t pounded, she figured it wasn’t an emergency. Placing her eye to the security hole in the door, she spotted Breck and pulled open the door.
    A ton of questions poured through her