Tying One On by Wendi Zwaduk Read Free Book Online

going to ask you both to marry me.” He placed his index finger over Ronan’s lips. “I know. It won’t be legal, but do we really need a piece of paper to prove what we’ve got here is love? You and I have had something special for what seems like forever and Trista has been our third all along. Let’s tie one on and make it stick.”
    Ronan wobbled on his feet. They’d declared their love for each other. Trista warmed their bed and hearts. Hearing his lover ask him to marry him still threw Ronan for a loop. He squeezed her fingers.
    “What do you say, Tris?” Steve held her hand. “Marry us?”
    “You betcha.” She admired the band of white gold around her finger. “It’s perfect.”
    “Ronan?” Steve worked the second gold band past his knuckle.
    “I’d say you’re crazy for doing this in the pond. Do you realize how easily we could lose these?” He offered his hand. “Yes, I’ll marry the both of you.”
    Steve nudged the ring past Ronan’s second knuckle. When Ronan examined the second ring he wore, tears burned behind his eyes. The gold had been fashioned in a braid—three lives wound together and forming a perfect bond.
    “Now,” Steve said, tearing Ronan from his thoughts, “the other thing we need to do is initiate the pavilion a second time—or would it be the third?”
    “Three is our lucky charm.” Ronan tackled both Steve and Trista, knocking them all into the water. He didn’t care where they made love—the barn, the bed or the shore—he’d found his heart and his salvation in their arms, forever.

 
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    Excerpt
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    “You scared?”
    Juniper sat at his feet, silent. Jacoby gazed down at her as he petted her honey-coloured hair, comforted by the silky texture and the scent of her flowery shampoo. Clad in nothing more than the silver, rope necklace collar and black stilettos, her head bowed and her hands folded over her lap, Juniper made the perfect picture of a submissive. Her lack of response served to fulfil his unspoken demand. “You may answer, pet.”
    “Petrified.”
    The certainty and honesty in her reply resonated to his core. He’d married her. He loved her and yet, he’d always felt there was something— someone —missing. He would never leave her, had never wanted to. “Look at me, love.”
    Slowly she met his gaze. In her blue eyes, a million questions brewed. The collar glittered in the soft lamplight. He owned her heart. When they entered the bedroom, she willingly became his. Juniper should’ve been enough for him. Jacoby patted his lap. “Sit. I want to look at you while we talk.”
    Rising to her full height of five feet four inches, she stood before him. He ran the backs of his fingers over her taut nipples. When God created woman, he created perfection in the form of Juniper. She smoothed her hands over her hips, drawing his attention to the gentle swell. With curves in all the right places and an imagination nothing could snuff out, she suited him perfectly. She parted her lips and thrust her breasts towards him. The tight little buds beckoned to him, erect from desire, steel barbells glistening in the soft light. Nipple play factored into their lovemaking each time and he loved to hear her gasp and moan when he captured the dusky tips in his mouth or tugged them with the chain.
    “You want to play, pet?”
    She stared at him, unmoving.
    “Although you are right to remain silent, I wanted an answer. Tell me, should I punish you?” The faint smile on her lips also lit up her azure eyes. He nodded. “A spanking. Four strokes should work— after we talk. Sit.” He loved their play, loved her more than life, but it wasn’t the same.
    Juniper straddled his hips, cradling his denim-clad cock between her thighs. Jacoby wound his hand behind her neck, drawing her down for a kiss. The taste of her, a combination of her mint toothpaste and the