Free The Perfect Plan [The Men of Treasure Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rebecca Joyce Page B

not happy with how this all came about, and I get that. But for some reason I really like you guys compared to my other option. If I’m not pregnant and my father finds out, well, he can be very persuasive, and before any of us realize it, we’ll be divorced and I’ll be quickly married off to Jethro.”
    “Why does your father want you to marry Jethro?”
    “I’m a merger. The only daughter of the great James Campbell, and he is selling me off to the highest bidder, for a plot of land. Daddy wants Jethro’s land and the mineral rights. In return, Jethro gets my inheritance and the prestige of my family’s name. I’m nothing but a pawn,” she confessed.
    “You’re not a pawn, Lilly. You are my wife. I legally married you, in front of a judge and in front of Celestial’s town matron. Your father is just gonna have to learn to deal with that, just as soon as I figure out how to keep us all alive.”
    “Daddy won’t kill you. He’ll just bankrupt you. That’s his way,” Lilly said, looking out the window.
    “Well, gorgeous, I’ve got news for ya. He can try all he wants, ’cause the moment I married you, everything I had legally became yours. So if your dad wants to bankrupt me, he is more than willing to try. He will soon find out that I own nothing. And if you are pregnant, you don’t even own anything, that child growing in your belly does,” Orin admitted in a huff.
    “What are you saying? We’re broke? We have no cash, nothing?”
    “I never said that. What I am saying is that some sick, demented asshole, long ago, thought it would be fun to fuck with the descendants of Treasure Cove. The story goes, when a direct descendant marries, the land, water rights, and mineral rights are automatically turned over to the new bride. Now, when the bride gives birth, male or female, the whole kit and caboodle is then transferred over into the oldest child’s name, thus ensuring that the land stays with a true direct descendant.”
    “Who in the hell thought of that plan?” Lilly asked, dumbfounded.
    “Probably one of my descendants,” Orin murmured and then smiled as a thought came to him.
    Looking at Lilly, he knew that she was still cold, and as her real husband, he could do no other than see to his wife’s needs. So he quickly formulated a plan. Thinking there was no greater way to pass the time, he could warm her up and help take her mind off everything, and she did want to be pregnant. He could help with all that. Thinking this plan could benefit the both of them, Orin grinned and slowly moved closer to her.
     
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    Lilly watched as Orin slowly moved closer to her. He was up to something. He wore this playful, seductive grin on his face. If she wasn’t so damn cold, she knew it would heat her up in no time. But with her frozen toes and numb fingers, all she could think about was heat. She so wanted to be warm again.
    “Orin, what are you doing?” She frowned as he kept sliding closer to her.
    “Taking your suggestion to heart, dear wife,” he drawled slowly, seductively.
    “Huh?” She was so confused. What had she suggested? Quickly thinking over what they were just talking about, Lilly couldn’t figure out what he was talking about.
    Damn, my brain cells are freezing!
    “Come here, baby,” he suggested, taking a hold of her hand and pulling her closer to him.
    Oh wow, he was warm. How was that possible? She had his winter coat on, and she was still freezing. But yet, wrapped in his arms, his warmth radiated outward, slowly warming her.
    Relaxing into him, Lilly closed her eyes and just let everything fade away. All the worry about her family, her brothers, her possible pregnancy, and Jacks and Davis, who still had yet to return. She knew there was nothing she could do about their situation. It was a waiting game now. They had to wait for her father to find out. They had to wait for her brothers to show up. They had to wait to find out if she was pregnant.
    That was when it hit