Finding a fertile partner may be the most important thing in some people’s lives but not in ours. All we want to do is survive this war and return home to claim the only girl all three of us have ever wanted.
Returning home we find her, still there, alone. But she isn’t a girl anymore. She is all woman now.
Now all we need to do is convince her that she belongs with us. All three of us.
Be Warned: reverse harem romance (MFMM)
Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but a towel, I stare at my reflection. My mind jumps back and forth with indecision. What should I wear? Should I go to the barbeque or not? I’ve always longed to be invited to something like this, but fear has me wanting to crawl into bed and sleep until Monday. Maybe I should just forget about the offer. Why would he invite me anyway?
My thoughts are scattered as my cell rings in the quiet of my home, making me jump. Luther, my cat, gives me the side eye from his spot in the center of my bed as I stare at the screen without answering.
Dax.
His name flashes across the screen. Taking a deep breath, I answer before it can stop ringing.
“Hello?” it comes out as a question even though that isn’t what I intended.
“Hey, pretty girl,” his husky voice caresses my ear.
I don’t reply. Hell, I’m not even sure I’m breathing.
“Blair?” he asks. “Are you there?”
“Yes,” I say in a whisper.
“What’s wrong?” he asks sounding concerned.
“Um.”
“Maybe I can help,” Dax replies and I know he is only trying to be supportive.
“I don’t know what to wear,” I reply. Because apparently, I’ve made up my mind in the last twenty seconds and I will be going to the barbeque.
“Well, that’s easy,” he chuckles. “What are you wearing now? I’m sure it will be perfect.”
“A towel,” I blurt out. My cheeks instantly flame in embarrassment. I do not know how to do any of this, especially not with him.
“Fuck,” Dax says lowly.
I hear a scuffle in the background before a new voice speaks into my ear.
“Hi, Blair. It’s Holden. Just wear whatever you’re comfortable in. It’s just a couple of friends having a beer or two so no need to dress up.”
“Okay,” I croak out.
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