COME WHEN CALLED #7, The Sunrise (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace Read Free Book Online Page A

her chest. Shock punched through her. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, afraid to say anything. Afraid that if she spoke or reacted in any way that Ford might take it back—deny it. Claim he’d just been talking in his sleep.
    Evie stayed quiet. Neither she nor Charley spoke. They just let those words hang in the air like wisps of smoke. Like if they breathed, the words might dissipate and be gone forever. In her mind, Evie replayed them again and again, and each time they sounded just as good as the first time.
    Ford loved them.
    Was it possible? Was he even capable of it? Did he realize what he’d just said?
    But he’d said it so easily, so simply, as if he’d said it to them a hundred times—as if it had always been true. She bent her head and kissed Ford’s arm, and he hugged her tighter, pressing his semi-hard cock against her bottom, giving her a small thrill. But she soon heard the deep, rhythmic sounds of his breathing and knew he’d fallen back asleep.
    Finally, she fell back asleep too.
    Ford loved them…
    *****
    As soon as Evie opened her eyes again, this time to the morning sun, she remembered Ford’s sleepy declaration. Happiness flooded through her and she smiled and stretched like a cat.
    She was naked and happy. It was a new day in a new world—a world where Ford loved them.
    He wasn’t snuggled against her anymore, and she rolled over to find him, hoping they could wake Charley together and the three of them could make love again. But she found Ford awake, sitting with his back to her on the end of the bed, his head down and his shoulders curved into himself. It must have awoken her when he’d moved to sit up.
    She opened her mouth to say good morning, but stopped. There was something about his posture. Something about the tightness across his shoulders. She could read body language like an expert, and Ford was not happy.
    She realized Charley wasn’t in the bed. “Ford?” Her voice was hesitant. “Where’s Charley?”
    He turned his head halfway, treating her to his handsome profile, but didn’t look at her when he answered. “He went to get pastries.” Ford held up a note he had crumpled in his hand. “He left a note that he was getting food so we could spend the day in bed together, celebrating.” Ford’s tone was flat. Evie’s skin prickled. Something was very wrong.
    “That sounds nice,” she ventured.
    “He signed it, ‘love you both’.” Ford balled up the paper and whipped it into the corner of the room.
    Evie stopped breathing. Slowly, she reached out to touch his shoulder, but as soon as her hand made contact with his skin, he flinched away from her and stood. Alarm bells, all too familiar, went off in Evie’s head.
    “Ford?” she asked hesitantly.
    “We’re not spending the day in my bed. I don’t want either of you in my bed. This is my private space.” His voice did not sound loving. This was not the Ford she thought she’d wake up to on what she thought was a glorious morning.
    “Okay. Fine,” Evie said, a hint of annoyance showing through in her voice. He’d invited them into his bed last night.
    Turning to face her, arms folded tightly in front of him, Ford’s tone turned accusatory. “Charley and I have been friends for years, and everything was perfect. Now Charley’s confused. This is your doing. He would never push things like this on his own.”
    Evie sat up and scooted her back against the headboard. Uneasiness gripped her, and she hugged the pillow against her body, covering herself. “Everything wasn’t perfect before, Ford. Charley was in love with you, and you were lonely. Now things are changing for the better.”
    Ford paced to the window, arms crossed in on himself. “I should have known better than to try this arrangement. Everything was fine before, and now everything is a mess.”
    Shit.
    Ford was freaking out. Evie had been afraid he might, given how far they’d pushed him out of his comfort zone the day