Kidnapped at the Gun Show [Ransomed Hearts] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lavender Daye

you’d moved on. He’d hoped you still cared for him.”
    “I never stopped.” Damn, it was easier to admit that to a relative stranger than to tell Kale. Her insecurity was showing.
    “I’m hoping you’ll be able to love me, someday.”
    Herein all problems lie. “And if I can’t?” Sara looked away, unable to face him when she said, “What if all I can manage is lust for you?”
    His soft chuckle brought her eyes back to his face, and she had to smile at his expression.
    “At least admitting you feel lust is a beginning for us. Are you willing to give me a chance? Let me earn a little piece of your heart?” he asked.
    “I might be willing to try, but I have no concept of how this will work. I’ve never even imagined this sort of relationship.” Not quite true, since she’d read a few articles about nontraditional relationships, but she hadn’t believed it was real. Wasn’t it all just titillating fiction?
    “If you decide to stay with us, we will love and cherish you.”
    She dug her hands into the hair on either side of her head and squeezed, trying to make sense of what she was feeling. “If I try and it doesn’t work out, what happens to Kale? I know how he feels about your friendship. I can see it when he talks to you. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to come between you and Kale.”
    Well, hell. She had to leave that particular phrase hanging between them. His expression burned her, had her creaming her panties, and left little room for air in her lungs.
    “Yes, you’ll do exactly what you just said.” His slow smile was in anticipation. “You will come, repeatedly, daily, between Kale and me. And you’ll love it.”
    Heat flooded her face, swept down her chest until she could swear her feet were in the fireplace on top of the burning logs. “I didn’t mean—”
    “Don’t worry, Sara. Sometimes, our unconscious thoughts come out at the most inopportune times.”
    Sara shook her head, tried to smooth down the mess she’d made in her hair, and laughed a little at her predicament. “I have no idea what I’m doing here,” she told him.
    “Look at it this way. Life is an adventure, and yours just got a little more complicated.”
    “Complicated?”
    Riley stood and reached for her, taking Sara’s hands and pulling her into his arms for a warm hug. “Yes, complicated. Managing the affections of two headstrong men will be a challenge for you. We both know we aren’t easy to live with, but we’re hoping you will keep us in line.”
    She couldn’t stop her smile. “I’m in charge?”
    “I didn’t say you were in charge. But you’ll be the center of attention for Kale and me.”
    The front door opened, and a snow-covered Kale crossed the threshold carrying several medium-sized pieces of kindling. Sara quickly stepped out of Riley’s reach and took a few of the sticks from Kale. “Let me help.”
    “Woman, give me a minute to get in the door and dry off. I don’t want you getting too cold, and I’m covered in this stuff.” He set the rest of the kindling in the bucket by the door and pulled off his coat, stamping his shoes on the mat to get rid of most of the snow. Kale pulled off the boots and padded toward the fireplace, snagging Sara’s hand as he passed her.
    “What did I miss?” he asked after a thorough kiss.
    “Nothing much.”
    What was the point of a private conversation if she spilled the beans when he got back? Did he have any sense of propriety? What was she thinking—of course he didn’t.
    He pulled her tight to his body and whispered in her ear, “Tell me everything, honey.”
    “Nothing to tell,” she whispered right back.
    Kale pulled her even closer, and she felt his thick erection pressing against her stomach. “Should I convince you?” he whispered right before nibbling on her earlobe.
    She was losing control, her body heat rising with each swipe of his tongue, each press of his body against hers. Kale sucked her lobe into his mouth,