Angling for Love
Arin Walters decides that after ending her long-term relationship with her cheating boyfriend, she needs a vacation in the Montana mountains. She packs her fly-fishing gear and heads off for a week of relaxation and emotional healing.
Brent and Jared have been best friends since childhood. The abuse they suffered as children binds them together. They want a woman to share and build a life with but they’ve been burned in the past.
When Arin shows up at their fishing lodge, sparks fly and all three feel the beginning of something they crave—acceptance and love. Now they must hope that the passion between them is enough to help them leave the past behind.
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Jared fought the pull to agree. Yes, getting involved with someone who had just ended a long-term relationship was a bad idea. Arin was hurting. He’d seen it on their ride home. Home. His chest ached with the word. He wanted his life to have a home more than he wanted anything else. “I’m not looking just to get in her pants. She’s worth more than that, and she’s too sweet to fuck and dump. I’m telling you, she might be the one for us to keep.”
“Jesus, Jared. Listen to yourself. You need a cold shower and a beer. Why don’t you figure out what we’re going to feed this perfect woman while you’re in the kitchen and let it go for now.”
“Fine. But mark my words, you’re going to fall for her just as fast as I have.” Jared stood and stalked toward the kitchen. He hated it when their conversations were so heavy. To lighten the tension between them, he did the only thing that promised to fix it. He turned and quickly threw his parting smartass remark over his shoulder. “I get dibs on the first dip.”
He walked into the kitchen and barely heard the reply but heard enough to laugh. “Fucker.”
She felt his body shift under her leg but didn’t open her eyes. She was too relaxed and enjoying it too much to care why he was moving. Hot breath shivered across her toes. The sensation shocked her out of her limbo. She gasped and sat up, eyes wide. Jared had her toes millimeters from his mouth, blowing warm breath onto her skin. She watched in fascination as his tongue slowly peeked from his mouth and swirled around her pinky toe. Her eyes closed on their own and she groaned with need. The burning heat of his mouth scorched a path from her foot to her pussy. Her clit throbbed in time to the suckling pulls. There was no denying that this was a sexual invitation, full of promise. Nothing had ever felt so deliciously naughty.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Brent’s voice was husky. Arin cracked an eye open in time to watch him move with a predator’s grace across the room. The dark look in his eyes made her gasp. “Sit up, darlin’. If he gets your feet, I get your upper body. Two can play at this game.”
She squeaked as he swept her off the couch, turned and deposited her on his lap as he took her seat. Jared was forced to break contact with her as she was twirled around. The sound of her toe popping free from his mouth echoed in the open room. She closed her eyes as queasiness rolled through her stomach for a moment. When she felt her head catch up with her body, she opened her eyes and glared at Brent. His absolutely kissable lips caught her eyes and they were inches from hers. She wanted to lick them and taste him.