Free Men Times Three by Bonnie Edwards

we’ve got the foundations poured, I’ll find another electrician.” Eli knew there wasn’t enough work for two, so if he arrived late, there’d be no work for him. TJ wasn’t a man to hire a skilled trade then let him go without cause. Not for his brother, not for anyone.
    â€œI’ll think about it,” Eli responded, getting the last word. Like always.
    TJ hung up on the dial tone and considered his options for an electrician if Eli chose to stay with the woman he’d found. The pickings were lean because a lot of good men had left the Peninsula for work elsewhere. Still, he’d find someone, even if he had to bring in somebody from north of the border.
    He turned off his desk lamp, shut off his laptop and headed up to bed.
    As he walked by the guest room, a moan caught his attention. He stopped and cocked his head toward the door. Ah, hell. Never mind privacy, he had to listen.
    He shut his eyes to focus on the sound. Panting. And the faint buzz of a small appliance. Hot damn. Another moan.
    His cock, never far from hard since Marnie’s arrival, responded. Behind his eyes he saw her in his guest bed, covers thrown back, legs open and heading for orgasm. The head of the vibrator circled her delicious pink lips, then touched lightly on her clit.
    Was the lube she used strawberry, like her lip gloss had been? He slid his hand to the doorknob, then stilled. If he turned it and walked in, would she welcome him? Ask him to take that vibrator’s place? He wanted to.
    Scratch that. He’d love to walk in, but she’d sent so many mixed signals he hesitated. And he couldn’t quite get over the insult to his ambition she’d lobbed at him.
    Marnie was driven to succeed. Obviously she expected the same drive in a man she was interested in. But to assume that because he’d chosen to build a business on the Peninsula he was somehow lacking, piqued his pride.
    He hated that pride would get in his way, but there it was.
    She’d dangled herself like a carrot all day and the move with his fingertip had been the clincher.
    After dinner, he’d noticed a slight flush to her cheeks and her nipples on high beam. Then he’d realized that she wanted the byplay, the press and retreat, the game, as it were.
    So, was he up for a full-court press? Damn straight.
    He turned the door handle and walked in.

5
    T J stepped into his guest bedroom and closed the door behind him. Marnie yelped and scrambled to a sitting position with her back to the headboard. “What are you doing?”
    â€œYou want to be in control of where and when with us?” He pressed his back to the door because if he moved so much as one more inch into the room, he’d lose this round. To a woman like Marnie, winning was more important than sex, or need or attraction. If she won now, he’d be nothing but a convenient partner.
    He would not be relegated to convenience .
    The pretty skin of her neck flushed as she gathered the sheet to cover her breasts, just visible in the gloom. He caught a scent exotically, erotically, hers. The burn of need thrashed him, nearly bringing him to his knees.
    But the door at his back grounded him as he squeezed the doorknob in both hands.
    â€œGet out. This is private.” Her fevered glance slid down his waist to his crotch. “I’m a guest, not a convenience for your pleasure.” But her knees were still splayed open and with her right leg still exposed. A rhythmic rocking screamed invitation.
    â€œI would say the same to you. But you’re a tease and I’m not.” To succumb would be so damn easy, so fun for both of them. “Question is, what should I do about it?”
    â€œDo what you want.” She lifted a four-inch silver vibrator into the air and turned it on. Hypnotic buzzing filled the space between them.
    He waited to see if she’d lift the sheets and continue, but her eyes took on a hard gleam of daring and he