Free Bewitched for Pleasure by Lacey Thorn

all of you. I’m not sure how this is going to work, but I know I want us to work.”
    “Then we’ll make it work,” Kyle said.
    “Definitely,” Travis agreed.
    “We’ll figure it out as we go along,” Scott assured her. “You’ve had us bewitched since the day we met you. I can’t see anything changing that, especially now that we’ve tasted the pleasure that only you can give.”
    Bewitched. That sounded about right to her.

 
    Chapter Six
    Eight weeks later…
     
     
     
    Brenna knocked on Chel’s door with bag in hand. The door opened immediately, and she was jerked inside.
    “Did you get it?” Chel demanded, reaching for the bag.
    “Yes. I’m hoping the girl at the counter doesn’t go blabbing or I might give one of the guys a fright,” Brenna grumbled good-naturedly.
    “I’ll be right back,” Chel said and almost ran down the hall.
    Brenna stepped into the kitchen and turned on the kettle for tea. It’d been eight weeks since that night when her whole life had changed. A spell, a candle, some wine and a moment of impulsiveness that had had her dancing naked under the moon had transformed her whole life. Now, instead of going home to an empty house, she went home to a very full one. It was still a little hard to believe she had Kyle, Travis and Scott in her bed every night. More importantly, they loved her, and she loved them.
    She and Kyle had both given in and moved in with Scott and Travis in the huge house they’d built. She’d still kept her cottage, refusing to get rid of it. Not because she wanted a place in case things didn’t work out like some of the jealous people in town said, but because it was the spot where they’d first gotten together. It was her first house, and she’d worked hard to leave her mark on it. Though the guys might razz her, she knew they understood.
    They’d received mixed feelings from those in town. Some people didn’t care about their relationship. Some found it sinful and refused to talk to them, though they sure seemed to talk about them. And some found it intriguing. Funny enough, it didn’t bother her as much as she’d worried it would. As long as she had the three of them to come home to every night, she didn’t care what the rest of the world thought.
    Chel and Chuck didn’t mind at all. In fact, Chel teased Chuck that she needed to make copies of him just so she could experience it. Chuck just laughed and said only if he could do the same to her.
    Brenna no longer sat on the barstool watching the guys with hungry eyes when they were at the bar. Now, she was with them, touching them and unashamedly showing everyone how much they meant to her. All in all, life was going pretty great.
    “I’m nervous. My stomach is in knots,” Chel said as she entered the kitchen.
    “Well?” Brenna prompted.
    “I have to wait three minutes.”
    “What do you think? I mean, obviously you think you might be, or you wouldn’t have called me and asked me to go to the store,” Brenna said.
    “I’m late, which you know I never am. My breasts have been tender, and I’ve been nauseous,” Chel confessed.
    Brenna grinned. “You could totally be pregnant.”
    “Oh, God,” Chel moaned.
    “This is a good thing. You wanted this. Chuck wants this. What are you oh, God-ing for?”
    “What if I’m not a good mom? What if I can’t figure out what to do or what to say or—”
    “You’ll be fine. I think you have a while to work on the ‘what to say’. I say go with your instinct. I’m pretty sure you can handle diapers and feeding and rocking, which is all you need to start out with. That and love, which you and Chuck have in spades,” Brenna reminded her. “Any child would be lucky to have you two as parents.”
    “You think so?” Chel questioned.
    “I know so,” Brenna assured her as the kettle whistled. “How about a cup of tea?”
    “Yeah,” Chel said with a nod.
    Brenna poured the water over the tea and left the mugs on the counter for the bags