6
Celia
Luke pushed off the back of the couch and stood abruptly.
“No.” Both men spoke at the same time, their voices loud, commanding.
I took a step backward, surprised by the instant vehemence.
“No?” I asked, licking my lips.
“While we may have not wanted to marry, we want you,” Luke said, glancing at his brother, who nodded. “Didn’t I just prove that in front of the fire? You’re wearing my shirt.” He pointed at my skimpy attire. “My seed is dripping down your thighs. Hell, you came with Walker watching. I’d say you want us, too.”
I blushed furiously.
“Unlike your first husband, we are honorable. We don’t stray. We aren’t anything like him, doll,” Walker added.
I laughed then, as there was no comparison between the thin, pale man I’d married five years ago and these two strappin
