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  Copyright© 2013 Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-566-2

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  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  JENIKA’S DEDICATION

  Cherish the ones you love, because time goes by far too fast. To my mom who is the most selfless, caring, and compassionate person I know. I love you very much.

  SAM’S DEDICATION

  There are times in life I wish I can take away the pain but I can't. This is for Jenika and her mother and for the loving moments shared. Please, hear Jenika's message and embrace it. The time spent on this planet is short and we need to bask in every moment.

  HER REBOUND MEN

  Taming the Trio, 1

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Nate Miller spotted the innocence inside the girl slamming shots down the bar. He’d clocked her the instant she walked into the Stinkin’ Shack. It was a weird name for a bar, but he loved it. The owner clearly knew how to have a good time. He organized local bands to play on certain nights. There was a pool section where competitions were played out and a decent sized dance floor for the regulars to work off steam. He loved the place and spent most of his nights drinking, playing, and hitting on women.

  The Stinkin’ Shack was also a brilliant place to pick up women, and it was the only bar where his brother, Kev, could be found. Lifting the beer to his lips, Nate kept an eye on the prim and proper lady taking shots as if she was a pro. The other women surrounding her cheered and slammed bills on the counter for each shot she took down.

  What they didn’t notice but he had the instant he saw her was her body language. A woman used to drinking strong spirits like the woman was doing now wouldn’t be wound so tight. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, almost as though she were wishing to be elsewhere. With every shot she knocked back she looked like she was going to vomit. The girl had either drunk one too many or was new to the drinking scene. From her clothing and the way she held herself, Nate was going for the latter.

  She wasn’t used to drinking in a bar, and the show she was putting on was exactly that, a show.

  Finishing his bottle of beer he signaled to Owen to get him another.

  “Where’s Kev?” Owen asked.

  “Beats me. He told me to meet him here. He’s probably in some kind of business meeting that will earn him more money than he can spend.” Nate gave Owen the money before returning his attention back on the innocent girl slugging back shots, who in the space of him talking with the owner of the place had switched to drinking beer. The longer he looked at her the more he realized she was totally wasted.

  Why did he even care? If he wasn’t waiting for Kev he’d have been finding some hot little number to spend the night with. He loved sex, and he loved catching women. Nate was damn good at doing both. Being good at fucking was a passion for him. He’d never be the kind of guy to slip it in and come within seconds. When he was a teenager he’d been the ten second kind of guy. He was in his early thirties now, and he liked to take his time with his woman. Sex wasn’t good unless the woman was dripping wet and begging for it. Hearing a female beg for his cock turned him on more than the actual event of fucking her.

  Sex was an art form for him, and he intended to enjoy it with as many women as possible.

  Owen placed the beer in front of him.

  “Do you know that girl?” Nate asked. He didn’t know why she intrigued him so much. There was nothing special about her. He’d fucked plenty of women of all shapes and sizes. The girl downing the alcohol as if it was going out of fashion had the longest raven-tinted hair he’d ever seen. When she moved her hair seemed to glisten in the low lighting. Her skin was pale as if she never went out in the sunshine without wearing lots of sunscreen. Nate imagined her skin was smooth to the touch. When the women had passed him on the way to the bar he’d clocked the innocent woman and gotten a good look at her face. Her eyes were grey, and they hinted the innocence and warmth deep inside. The simple black cocktail dress gave away her innocence. The garment looked like it would pass inspection on a Sunday going to church. Whoever the girl was, she wasn’t used to partying like she was trying to make out.

  “I’ve no idea who she is. Maybe she’s one of those college chicks who staying here for the summer to earn extra money? I don’t know. Her friends are paying for the shots, and that’s all I care about.”

  Owen moved away to deal with another paying customer.

  Nate took his beer and watched the girl. She was alone now. Her friends were on the dance floor shaking their asses.

  Without her friends blocking his view Nate finally got a good look at her body. Her face and body language might give off the air of innocence, but the shape of her body was sexy as sin. The girl had curves. He hoped for his own sanity she was over eighteen. His cock tightened just from looking at her luscious curves. Her tits were more than a handful. The beautiful mounds were pushed together showing off an ample cleavage he would love to rest his head against. No, not his head. He’d love to lube up the crevice between her breasts and fuck his dick inside with her pushing them together.

  His body tightened at the image of the dark-haired beauty laid out on his bed with her tits pushed together and her tongue catching the tip. He shifted in his seat to try to ease the tightness in his trousers.

  Her friends came back for her and dragged her onto the dance floor. Her ass was as ample as her tits. This woman was on his radar, and after speaking with his brother he intended to take her home.

  There was a time when meeting his brother meant a whole load of something else. Kev was a hard fucker to track these days. He didn’t like Kev’s lack of communication. They were fraternal twins. Kev was the eldest as he was born a few seconds before Nate. Their mother didn’t like the names Nathan and Kevin that their father picked out and had decided to compromise on their shortened down version. He was Nate, and on his birth certificate he was named Nate. Their parents had argued for a long time after their birth.

  He liked his name. It was easy to remember, and chicks seemed to dig it.

  “Hi, handsome, do you want some company?” A brunette ran her hands up and down his tattooed arms.

  Nate smiled, kissed her fingers, and pushed away. “Another time, babe.”

  The woman pouted but soon moved on to another guy to take home. Nate kept his eye on his fuck for the night. He thought back to the times he and Kev would pick a woman to share for the night. They’d been crazy when they were younger. There was a time when Kev had been as radical as Nate.

  They’d soon changed, well, Kev had. The few tattoos Kev had were hidden under layers of clothing and suits. His brother was the proper businessman. Kev was so prim and proper he could have been Commander-in-Chief in the White House.

  Nate chuckled at his own joke.

  “Are you going to tell me the joke, or do I have to guess?” Kev said, taking the seat next to him. Not a single hair was out of place on Kev’s head. His hair was slicked back with gel. Nate ran his fingers through his thick hair. He hated getting it cut and waited until his mom got fed up with it. Nate didn’t trust anyone near him with a p
air of scissors. Did anyone know how much damage a pair of scissors could do?

  “I was thinking about your ink. Have you removed it yet?” The last time Nate talked with his brother about getting a tattoo Kev had admitted to inquiring about having the ink removed. The thought of a laser against his skin scared the shit out of Nate. He didn’t get ink to have it removed. Ink was for life, like his brother. Only his brother constantly kept changing.

  He watched as Kev signaled Owen.

  “What can I get you, Kev?”

  “A coffee, thanks.”

  Nate rolled his eyes. “Get him a fucking beer. I refuse to sit in a bar with my brother drinking coffee.” He handed Owen the correct money and waited for his brother to be served a beer.

  “I don’t want any alcohol.”

  “Tell you what, for one night please just be my old brother again and drink with me. What happened to that crazy guy who’d get wasted and get inked?” Nate asked.

  Kev frowned. He took the beer from Owen before answering. “He grew up.” Something dark crossed over his face. Nate watched, wondering what the hell had happened to his brother. One moment Kev was the best guy to have around, and then in a blink of an eye, he was serious.

  “What were you doing tonight?” Nate asked, trying to change the subject.

  “I told you. I was in a business meeting.”

  Nate hated that answer. Out of everything Kev could say, the fact he was on about work again frustrated Nate.

  He turned his attention back to the dance floor.

  “What do I get out of the bargain?” Kev asked.

  “Huh? What?”

  “For one night of no business and having fun, what do I get out of it?” Kev took a sip of his drink.

  Nate glanced at the innocent girl trying to be a sexy fox. She looked awkward in her movements. There was nothing natural about her sexy fox act. He wanted to show her what sexy, sensual, and fucking was all about.

  His cock tightened for a taste of her. Would her pussy taste as good as she looked?

  “You’ll get the pleasure of my enthralling company,” Nate said.

  “No, not going to happen. I shared a womb with you. I’ve had all the company I could take.” Kev chuckled. There was once a time when his chuckle sounded natural. The sound that came from his brother sounded more forced than anything else. Nate didn’t know what happened to his brother to turn him from a player into a straitlaced business man. Whatever it was, Nate knew it changed him.

  “Okay, how about you relax for one night and we share one woman for the last time?” Nate posed the suggestion. He loved sharing women with his brother. Sharing a woman meant he could watch the pleasure on a woman’s face. Many times he’d sat watching Kev fuck a woman. Seeing the absolute rapture drove him to the edge of release. His cock thickened further at the thought of the raven-haired beauty on the dance floor between them. Kev was the lighter of the two as Nate had dark brown, messy hair. They were twins and opposites.

  “One last time?” Kev asked.

  They’d not shared a woman in over a year. When Nate fucked a woman there was always something missing. He brought women to orgasm, but nothing compared to what the two of them could do together.

  “One last time. No strings. No attachments. One night of fun-loving sex.”

  Kev was thinking it over. While he waited for his brother to decide Nate returned his attention back to the babe on the dance floor. The ample curves and innocent aura called to him more strongly than any other woman he’d been with.

  “You’ll not try to ram this down my throat?” Kev asked.

  “No. Fuck’s sake, Kev. This used to be fun to us. You liked taking a woman together.”

  “Have you ever thought what happened to the women we double-teamed?” Kev asked. It was the first real emotion Nate had seen in his brother in a long time.

  “Actually I do. One of them works at the mall, and she’s married with a couple of kids. She remembers us from her reckless days. There’s nothing wrong with sharing a woman. It’s getting popular in ménage e-books and shit.” Nate thumped his brother in the arm. “There was a time when we were going to share one woman for the rest of our lives. Do you remember that little pact you skipped out on?”

  When they were younger they’d come to an agreement that they would have one woman between them. They were both attracted to the same girl at the same time. Nate had loved the thought of loving one woman and knowing that no matter what happened to him, Kev would be there to look out for her.

  “We were kids, Nate. You can’t hold everything against me. I’ve changed. You’ve changed.”

  Nate looked down his body. Besides the few wrinkles and thicker muscles he was the same guy he’d been back then.

  “Actually, you’re the only one that changed. I’m the same person, Kev. Think about that.” Nate stood up and grabbed his beer from the bar.

  “Where are you going now?” Kev asked. His brother sounded exasperated with him.

  “You see the pretty raven on the dance floor? She looks lonely, and I’m horny. I’m going to go and dance with her and see what happens next.” Nate took one long pull on his beer and slammed the bottle on the counter. “Let me know your thoughts because I’m taking her home with me tonight.”

  He turned away from his brother and walked over to the dance floor. Several of her friends gasped when they looked at him. Most women did gasp at him when he passed. The tats never failed to gain attention. There was only one woman he wanted tonight, and her eyes were currently closed.

  Chapter Two

  The alcohol rushed through Kate’s veins like a derailed train. When her friends demanded she go out with them tonight, she had scoffed. Getting sloshed wasn’t her idea of therapy when it concerned mending her broken heart, but according to her friends that was the only kind of therapy. She had met them at the bar right after work, the dress she wore a little too formal for the setting, but she had to admit it got her attention. The only problem was Kate didn’t know if she wanted any attention.

  As she swayed to the rhythmic music filtering throughout the bar, Kate let her thoughts wander. Damn Jeff and his asshole ways. It was that thought that had fueled Kate into pounding the alcohol down, despite the fact she hadn’t drunk more than a glass of wine at a time in her entire life before this. Once that first rush of warmth washed through her, she wanted more, and never wanted it to end. A year of her life wasted on a jackass who cared more about what his family thought than about being happy. So what if she wasn’t bred in the same aristocratic society as he was? She had cared for him, and that should have been enough, but she was glad she had ended it when she did.

  Kate closed her eyes and let the music wash through her. Lilly and Megan were close by, dancing and showing her support that no one else in her life had. Without them she wouldn’t have gotten through a lot of shit in her life. She felt free and relished the sensations washing through her. The air shifted around her, heating, becoming thick with something akin to arousal. Kate opened her eyes, saw the wide-eyed looks of her friends, and turned to see what had snared their attention. The man who strode forward had her heart momentarily stopping. When it started back up again it slammed against her chest, threatening to break free. He was big, heavily muscled, and tattooed. The dark, swirling ink that covered his arms was intimidating, but the heavy-lidded look that was solely directed at her had intense warmth crashing into her. This man knew the effect he had on women, that much was clear by his expression. If Kate had been sober, she might have scoffed at his cocky arrogance, but as it stood, she felt her arousal for this potently attractive man grow to the point she couldn’t breathe. Her nipples tightened, and her panties became uncomfortably wet. When had she ever had this kind of reaction to a man?

  Never, the answer is never, Kate.

  He stopped in front of her, and the slow smile that raised the corner of his mouth was probably one that made a lot of females’ panties drop. He was large, so very big that she had to tilt
her head back just to look into his face. Muscles upon muscles were layered under his golden, ink-covered flesh, and his shoulders, so wide and powerful, blocked out everything behind her. He was all male, and the female inside of her melted to a pathetic puddle on the ground.

  He didn’t say anything, just wrapped his big hand around her waist and pulled her close to his body. She should have been offended by his forwardness, but the hazy intoxication currently rushing through her body left her a stunned mess in front of him. A look behind her shoulder showed her two friends smiling overly wide. No doubt this man had the same effect on them as it did on Kate. The stranger started moving her from side-to-side, his movements sensual and slow. It was clear he was in no rush. The feel of his erection pressed into her belly had her gasping, and even though the music was loud and there wasn’t any way he could have heard, the crooked smile he gave her led her to believe the sound hadn’t gone unnoticed. He lowered his head, slow enough that he was clearly letting her get used to the idea, but then she felt his lips brush the shell of her ear and a shudder went through her.

  “Move with me, sweets.” He tightened his hands on her waist and dug his fingers into her flesh. The sensation was exhilarating. He guided her body, moving it back and forth until she started to do it on her own. They swayed together, their movements not really matching the tempo of the song, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. His erection was hard and dug into her flesh, and Kate felt heat rise to her face. She should have pushed him away, slapped him for his overtly sexual advances, but she couldn’t, not when this stranger made her feel carnal things.

  “That’s it. Nice and slow.” He slipped his hand lower until it curved along her ass. He pulled her impossibly closer yet, until she felt her eyes widen. “Your body is made for fucking, sweets.”