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  MARRYING THEIR DREAM WEAVER

  Cooper McKenzie

  MENAGE AMOUR

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  DEDICATION

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  MARRYING THEIR DREAM WEAVER

  COOPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2010

  Chapter 1

  Twenty-four seconds. The end of the stick had turned blue in only twenty-four seconds. It was supposed to take three minutes. Suz Bowen Black stared at the home pregnancy test, her brain not believing what her eyes were seeing.

  She was pregnant. She must be really pregnant for the wand to change color so fast. She sniffed but couldn’t fight the hormonal tears that burst through her defenses to course down her cheeks. She covered her lower abdomen with both hands. She must not be too pregnant. She wasn’t showing yet though her bras and her jeans were fitting a little tighter lately.

  Of course she was pregnant. She had to be. She and her McKenzie men, Penn and Liam, had been fucking like rabbits on Viagra for months. She’d been fucking one or the other or both of them two, three, four or more times nearly every day since she had returned to Dreamer’s Dell. Even using condoms they couldn’t beat the odds this long. Three months of massive quantities of the best sex of her life, of course she would get pregnant.

  Sliding the test wand with its positive blue tip in the back pocket of her jeans, she shoved the rest of the wrappings deep in a box of trash she’d created from unpacking hundreds of skeins of yarn to restock her weaving studio. She couldn’t think about it. Not now. She would be like Scarlet O’Hara and think about it tomorrow.

  Or better yet, she’d put it on the list of things to worry about in three weeks. Starting tomorrow she was going to enjoy the first real vacation she’d had since high school. She’d think about the future once they returned from Scotland.

  If they returned. If the world didn’t end because Mother Nature hated the shawl she’d created for her to wear to welcome spring to the world at the vernal equinox. Which brought her thoughts back around to the reason she’d escaped to the studio in the first place. Which shawl would she be packing to present to Mother Nature? Though she’d tried to figure out how to pack all nine shawls she’d created, there was only room for two – one for her and one for Mother Nature.

  Penn and Liam refused to offer an opinion, assuring her that whatever she chose would be fine. Jubilee thought every one of them was beautiful. Isabella refused to offer an opinion, and Dodge looked at her like she was crazy when she’d asked which one he’d liked best.

  She’d been so wrapped up weaving and stressing over the trip, it hadn’t occurred to her until the day before that she hadn’t had her period in a while. Thinking back, she couldn’t remember the last time her body had proven yet again that she was an adult woman. And now she knew why.

  Pushing the surprising positive test results and all the complications it held out of her thoughts, Suz turned out the lights. After arming the new security system she locked the studio door and headed to the main house. She couldn’t think about babies right now. She couldn’t worry about Penn’s and Liam’s reactions to the news. As the Dream Weaver, she had three hundred years of tradition to continue. Every spring her ancestors had made a shawl for Mother Nature and now it was her duty to continue the practice. If she failed, the world would stop turning.

  She held the future of the world in the decision she’d been putting off for days. A decision she absolutely, positively had to make in the next twelve hours.

  Climbing the five steps to the back porch of the farm house she’d inherited along with the title Dream Weaver and the yarn business of the same name from her great-grandmother, Suz wondered if she could get to the sunroom without anyone seeing her. Though she really didn’t want to think about it, she needed some time to overcome the shock of the positive pregnant test.

  Penn had stayed home from work, claiming he’d cleared his desk and wanted a day to rest before their trip. Jubilee would be flitting around somewhere, cooking or cleaning or fussing over Penn. Liam had left early, making one last visit to the five local farms the company owned to make sure all of his patients were well taken care of during their absence. She wasn’t sure he had returned yet or not.

  Opening the back door, she eased in and closed it as quietly as she could. After hanging up the shawl she always wore to the studio and slipping off her red Crocs, she took a deep breath. So far so good.

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bsp; Raising her head, she listened but heard nothing. No pots clanging in the kitchen. No off key singing to pinpoint where Jubilee might be working. She didn’t even hear the television in the living room signaling that Penn was in there. The coast was clear.

  Like a thief in her own home, Suz slipped down the hall to the wide doorway to the living room. If she could get across the living room and into the sunroom, she’d be safe. Maybe they would think she was still in the studio for awhile longer.

  Two steps into the living room, she stopped. No wonder it was quiet. Penn and Jubilee were playing chess. To them the game meant silence and total concentration, though both turned to look at her. Jubilee sat on the couch and Penn on an oversized pillow on the floor opposite her. The game on the coffee table between them looked to be well underway.

  As always, she had to stop and stare, amazed that she’d hit the jackpot. Not one but twin lookalike hotties were hers for the taking. Sharp cheekbones and a solid jaw line held a ruggedness that would cause any woman to take a second look. Wavy hair, blacker than coal, fell in waves to lay heavily on his shoulders today. Penn usually tied his at the base of his skull, but today it hung free. And those pale blue eyes the color of worn denim. Those eyes had been a part of her dreams for so many lonely years.

  “All done?” Jubilee asked before turning her attention back to the board.

  “For now.” Suz felt her cheeks burn. “I thought I’d take another look at the shawls.”

  Penn pushed to his feet and followed her into the sunroom. “Are ye okay?”

  “I’m fine, why?”

  “You look, I don’t know, scared or shocked or something. Yer no’ comin’ down with sickness, are ye?” Stopping her with a hand on her shoulder, he turned her and studied her closely.

  Sickness? No. Pregnancy? Yep. But she couldn’t tell him. Not now. Not yet.

  Suz felt her face flood with color as she tried not to meet his eyes. He could read her eyes as sure as he would the morning paper. He would see that she held a secret. Then he would dig until he forced her to share it.

  Then she would have to think about being pregnant and all that encompassed and what it would mean for their relationship. They were a permanent trio, even if they didn’t have wedding rings and vows, but they’d never talked about babies.

  She didn’t want her news to force anyone into doing anything they didn’t want, like offer marriage. And she certainly wasn’t going to propose to them. She was old fashioned enough to want them, either one of them, to ask her to get married. That thought led her to the question of which one should she marry? Penn, the CEO of Dreamer’s Dell, Inc.? Or Liam, the Chief Veterinarian Officer? How was she supposed to pick one over the other? She wanted to marry them both, just as she had when she was six years old.

  No, keeping the baby a secret for a while longer was just a much better idea.

  “Luv?”

  “What? No, I’m fine. I’m just stressing about the shawl. How am I supposed to choose just one? Why can’t I take them all and make her choose?”

  Penn smiled and pulled her into his wide chest for a hug. Suz closed her eyes as she leaned into his strength. He radiated warmth, but then both men always did. She wasn’t sure if it was their Scottish Highlander blood or not, but they kept her warm each night without using more than a sheet and a light blanket for covers. Anymore and they would all cook.

  “Ye read Ruth’s instructions. Ye can take two shawls. One for yerself and one ta present at the appropriate time. But havin’ watched Ruth the past couple of years, I ken ‘tis no’ an easy decision. Ruth always had the same trouble decidin’ as well. At least ye only have nine ta choose from. Last year Ruth had three dozen shawls, and it took nearly two weeks to make her decision.”

  “But we’re leaving tomorrow. How am I supposed to choose?” Suz turned in Penn’s embrace and looked at the loom.

  The Dream Weaver’s loom had passed through her family from woman to woman for more than three hundred years.

  Four-inch logs formed a cube of nearly six feet. The frame was crude and held together with small wooden stakes, but the inner workings seemed to have been updated at some point over the last few decades. Though the loom appeared rustic, nothing crude had come off of it in many, many years.

  Even her own weaving was beautiful though she was still a novice. She’d only been weaving a little over three months, since Ruth’s death in December. That was the day she and Penn and Liam had claimed the magic of the loom. They’d had to claim the loom again just a few weeks earlier after moving it from the studio in the back yard to the sunroom.

  After ten years, Suz’s ex-husband had terrorized Suz with phone calls before trashing the studio and ruining weeks of weaving. He had been jailed, but days later he’d flipped out, beat a female guard, and tried to convince the world he was a king of some sort and could do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted. He’d been transferred to a psychiatric facility far from New Bern. No one expected him to be released any time soon.

  The studio had been cleaned up and restocked, and a newly installed security system would keep Suz and her weaving safe in the future. Once they came home from their trip abroad, her men would disassemble and move the loom back to the studio. Then they would claim it once again with hot, hot sex. They had to. Otherwise, the loom would not allow anyone to weave.

  Suz looked at the shawls hanging over the top bar of the loom’s frame. She’d draped them up there, so she could see them side by side. Over the past few days she’d rearranged them and chosen one, then another, then another, before deciding her choices sucked. She’d put all back up again earlier that morning.

  “Luv, ye need ta choose. Now.” Penn nuzzled her neck with his arms wrapped around her waist.

  “I know, but….”

  “Close yer eyes.”

  Obedient to that deep as a well in the desert growl, Suz closed her eyes and allowed him to pull her so she rested against him.

  “What’s goin’ on?” An identical deep voice asked from behind them. Liam had returned from his rounds.

  “Suz is makin’ her decision.”

  “Finally. Can I help?”

  “Close the curtains.”

  Suz heard the soft whoosh of the curtains being pulled closed over the wall of windows. A moment later, the front of her body warmed as Liam moved to stand before her.

  Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him. “Hello. All finished with your patients?”

  “Aye, lass. I’m all yers for the next three weeks.”

  “Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She lifted a hand and stroked it down the front of his blue chambray shirt. Dropping her gaze to below his belt, she watched as the front of his jeans tented in response. “Hmm, looks like you’re happy to be home.” With a grin, she continued her hand down his body until she cupped it over the impressive ridge pushing at his fly. “Yep, very happy.”

  Liam groaned in response, pushing his cock more firmly into her hand. “Lass, ye hae no idea.”

  With a dark chuckle, Penn took hold of her wrists. He pulled her arms behind her and shackled them together in one large hand. “Back up, brother. We’re here to help her make a verra important decision, no’ sidetrack her yet again.”

  Chapter 2

  Liam frowned but took two steps back. “Yer a mean bastard, Penn. I jes’ wanted ta play a bit.”

  “We’ll play but only after the decision’s been made. Then we’ll finish packing.”

  Ever since Suz’s ex-husband had been a nuisance, Suz’s men had become even more protective and dominant than normal, which was saying something. While Penn preferred restraints and blindfolds, Liam preferred an occasional spanking.

  What surprised Suz was that she loved whatever they tried, mainly because she knew these two dominated her with love. Which was a long way from what Lucas had done by tearing her down emotionally and physically, trying to control her because he was a mean bastard.

  “So, how does this work?” Suz asked as Penn slip
ped her hands into the opposite sleeves of her sweater so she was effectively cuffed. Pulling her back against him, he slipped one hand up under the front of her sweater and opened the closure on her bra. The other slid down her body to cup her mons.

  “Are ye wearing panties?”

  His hand massaged her crotch through her jeans, sending ripples of electricity through her. Her lust ignited like a gas line under a flame. She rolled her hips to meet him. In the meantime, the hand under her sweater plucked one nipple until it was peaked, then brushed across her chest to the second one. This one he rolled between thumb and forefinger.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Socks?”

  Suz had to lift a foot to determine the answer. All her senses were focused on what he was doing to her body and not what she wore. How could he short circuit her brain function so quickly? She stared at her bare toes, each one a different color thanks to their decision the night before to paint her toes for her using every color nail polish she owned. Thankfully they’d chosen a sexy, yet sedate by comparison, burgundy to do her fingernails with.

  “No.”

  Suddenly his hot, hard hands were gone, and he stepped back. She was left swaying and in need.

  “Choose four shawls ye like least. As ye call them out them we’ll each take off a piece of clothing. Once we take them down from the loom, ye’ll take off a piece.”

  Penn stepped around her and moved so he and Liam stood on either side of the loom. Tall, gorgeous Scottish bookends framing the Dream Weaver’s loom hung with her shawls. Both men stood with impressive tenting pushing at the zipper of their jeans.

  “Suz?”

  “What?” She blinked and lifted her gaze from Penn’s crotch to his face.

  “Choose the first shawl. Now.”

  Suz turned her attention to the shawls hanging from the top rail of the loom’s frame. “The purple and gold.”

  Both men bent over. Liam pulled off both boots and Penn one sock.

  “Why?”

  “The only person who would appreciate it will be an ECU fan.”