Free Belonging to the Steer Brothers by Sam Crescent Page A

taking a step back. Paul would have done the same, but he imagined her collapsing into a crumpled heat on the floor. It would be ungentlemanly to allow her to fall. Plus, he liked supporting her weight. Such a slight little thing.
    “What do you mean, David?” she asked. Suddenly she moved away from her position and left Paul and David standing alone. The space between all three was a good thing. At least that is what Paul was trying to convince himself of. He tried to calm his nerves. They were so close to having what they wanted. He was scared of saying the wrong thing and sending her off to another man’s arms.
    “Where does this leave all of us? Do you want me and Paul?” David asked. Paul wanted to kill him. Anna might be responsive to their touch, but from a simple look at her he knew it wouldn’t be long until she ran from them.
    “David,” Paul said.
    “No. I want to know. Three years ago you were a dick and sent her away. I’ve had to live with the odd letter or a brief phone call to get me through. I’m not doing this half cocked. I want to know what this means. Do you want us the way we want you?” David asked.
    Paul glanced at Anna. His brother was right. Now was the time to act. Not later. Because of his own issues he’d lost them three years. Their time was now.
    “I’m with him, honey. Do you want us?” Paul asked.
    Now that was the million-pound question.
     

Chapter Seven
    Anna moved away from the two men hoping to clear her head and waiting for the reaction she’d imagined any other woman should feel.
    Revulsion, where are you?
    Shaking her head against her own insane voice she moved to the drink cabinet and poured herself a healthy shot of strong potent whisky. With her back to the men, she swallowed the small amount of liquid, enjoying the burn as it slid down her throat. In the space of about thirty minutes her whole dreams were coming true. For the past few years she wondered how she would be able to cope with her conflicting feelings with these two men. What was she going to do? How would she tell them? And now they were telling her that sharing one woman had been in their family for generations.
    Her friends’ departure didn’t bother her. If they were true friends it wouldn’t matter what she did with her love life. They would stick by her. If anything, this showed her friends from her enemies, and being with these two men would create the fine line with friendship. She knew and understood it. They were the catch of the town. Rich – even though the money didn’t faze her, to some it would mean the best thing in the world. They were both hot, sexy, and every woman’s wet dream. They were built, boy, were they built. They might sit behind desks all day, but they sure made up for it in the gym. She’d sat with popcorn and fizzy pop and watched the brothers work out before. There was something about watching rippling muscles, heavy with sweat through strenuous workouts.
    She’d masturbated at the thoughts of these two men. At college she’d bought a book to help her learn more about her body. Masturbating had become a new-found pleasure. If Paul had desired her – and it seemed like he did when she’d been eighteen – the cursing and the change in attitude made sense. He wouldn’t want to pressure her into a relationship with him. Even then he was protecting her from the outside world and from herself. If he’d shown any signs of wanting her in a more basic “I want to fuck you now” kind of way, she would have taken it no questions asked. After all, she might be a woman, but she still had needs.
    This situation was easy to answer in her mind.  She wanted to be with these men for more than just a quick lay. She wanted the forever, and she knew they were offering that. Once it started, this path of being together in a ménage would be it. After losing her parents at the age of sixteen and never having anyone else in the world to own her, she really wanted to be part of a