Page 37 of Theirs to Treasure

Sam chuckled, the bastard.

“How much more?” Chance asked. “Tell me exactly what you’re ready for?” He and Sam were definitely the more experienced partners in this, and it suddenly occurred to him she might not know much of what was coming next.

“Are you ready for both of us to make love to you?” Sam asked.

Trust Sam to ask the important questions.

Josie’s lips pursed. “Absolutely. I read,” she said primly.

Chance laughed.

She rounded on him. “What is so damned funny?”

“You realize that you just said in a schoolmarm voice that you understood about double penetration.”

She ducked her head in embarrassment.

“Quit teasing her,” Sam reproached him. “If she gets flustered, she won’t tell us about the books she’s been reading. I want to know all about these books. Would you be willing to read us an excerpt?” Sam wheedled as he twirled a lock of her hair.

“Better yet,” Chance said in a low voice. “Tell us about your fantasies.”

* * *

Josie was going to spontaneously combust. That’s it. Game over. There’d be nothing but a pile of ashes left on the couch where Josie Decker used to be. She looked from green eyes to blue eyes and back again.

Chance Reynolds with his dishwater-blond hair that glowed in the sunlight, and that smile. Then there was Sam, with his brooding good looks, soulful eyes, and broad shoulders. She’d always loved going to the all-you-can-eat buffet, but this buffet was ten times better. She didn’t know where to start.

“Josie? Did you hear a word I just said?” Sam asked.

Oh, God, he’s talking in that deep voice. The one that made her panties wet. Nothing ever made her panties wet.

“Josie!”

“Huh? No, I didn’t hear you. Was it good?”

Sam tugged at her hair but stayed silent.

“Oh, it was good. I just know it,” she sighed.

Chance chuckled. “What are you thinking? You have to tell us.”

“Do I have to? Is that in the rule book?”

“It is now,” Sam said darkly. “When you can’t pay attention, then it’s definitely important that you tell us what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I was thinking about how much you turn me on.” She swiveled her head to look at Chance. “And you, too. Both of you.”

They both laughed this time.

Sam stood up, and before she knew what happened, she was up in his arms. “Yours?” he asked.

“Yes,” Chance answered. “I’ve got a plan, but for right now, mine.”

She really didn’t care what they were talking about. She loved being carried. It was one of her new favorite things. Even the seatbelt thing was nice now.

When she found herself in Chance’s bedroom again, all she could think was that this time she would actually get to see more than their chests.

“Chance, she’s blushing again.”