Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) Read Online Free Page A

giving her all to this weekend and experiencing her two ex-lovers as mature men.
    Her torso arched toward him, and his other hand came up to join the first. His fingers dug into her scalp. She could feel his need. He couldn’t wait until they were together. Though he hadn’t said so, she suspected he was waiting for Sim.
    Patrick coaxed her lips apart, quickly taking and owning her mouth. His tongue thrust against hers, rough against soft, determined against submitting.
    “Are we sharing or do I just get to watch?” asked an amused, deep voice.
    She broke away from Patrick’s mouth. “Sim!” she exclaimed.
    “Better greeting than I got,” Patrick grumbled.
    “You warmed me up.”
    “So now we’re tying up women to keep them?” Sim cut in. “This is your plan?”
    “Fuck you.”
    Sim sighed. “You keep offering…”
    “Cut it out!” his friend growled. Verity felt him tense above her. Even more, his cock jerked against her cunt. Oh, he was interested. Cream seeped into her pussy as she imagined them together. It confused her—shouldn’t she want them to be interested in her and only her? Still, she didn’t care that they liked each other too.
    “Come ‘ere,” she said to Sim, beckoning to him with her fingers. Intensity rolled off him and electrified her senses, raising the small hairs along her arms—a warning, but not dire. She had to be prepared. Between the two of these men, she’d be perched at the pinnacle of a gigantic coaster. The three of them together would send her careening into the unknown at breakneck speed—and then when their friends arrived, that train might fly right off the tracks.
    Sim knelt to her side then bent over her. He looked similar enough to Patrick to be his brother. The first time she’d seen him, she’d actually thought one of the O’Keefe cousins had come to town. Like Patrick, he’d grown more muscular and had inked his body, though Sim’s tattooing was more extreme. A full sleeve stretched up his left arm.
    A damp shock of his hair flopped roguishly over his light brown eyes. He’d had to dash through the rain to get here. His black T-shirt was dry though, and she glanced behind him. A dripping slicker hung from a hook near the door. It was pouring outside. It reminded her of the many times the three of them had made love in the bed of Patrick’s old truck with the rain pounding on the camper top. They’d done it out in a downpour more than once too. Hell, she’d been damn lucky she hadn’t gotten pneumonia.
    As Sim brushed his lips over hers, she wondered if it would have been such an awful thing. They would have tried to take care of her, just as they’d wanted to “do right” by her when she’d gotten pregnant. Had she not miscarried, she would have spent her life here with them.
    And you would have gotten nowhere, Verity, she reminded herself. Just enjoy this weekend then leave your memories behind.
     
    Verity bit her lip as she looked around. Sim wanted to capture the tormented flesh with his own teeth then kiss her. He kissed the tip of her nose to get her attention as Patrick moved to the side. She stared up at him with the wide brown eyes that had always melted his insides. Her big eyes could get him to do anything.
    Gently, he cupped her cheek. Desire sparked in her gaze, but he’d been trained in body language and unless he missed his mark, Verity wasn’t completely comfortable with this anymore. Innocence seeped off her and he knew she hadn’t been with many men since the two of them.
    His thumb smoothed along her bottom lip and pulled it free of the abuse inflicted by her teeth. Unable to resist, he slid his arm around her waist and drew her close, taking the place Patrick had had when Sim had walked in the door. A soft, pleased sigh escaped her. Her lips parted. Not needing more of an invitation, Sim tipped his head and captured her mouth.
    Verity moaned and her body seemed to melt up into him. Her free fingers curled into his shirt as