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it was compliments of her abilities or just plain old-fashioned intuition. “I know you do, Angie, but what were you thinking? If you knew about Chance, why would you set me up with this Russ Merrick, his brother, the same night, or at all?”
“I have my reasons.”
The cryptic tone didn’t help Donna’s already suspicious nature.
She knew her sister too well, and something besides her regular matchmaking schemes was afoot.
“So, what do you think of our strapping Mr. Merrick?”
Donna’s pussy spasmed at the description, and she crossed her thighs to staunch the instant flow of moisture.
What was happening to her when a simple word could turn her juices on like this? Or maybe it wasn’t just the word but her memory of the tall, broad-shouldered stranger marching up the walkway to fling his arms around Chance in greeting.
She was still recovering from that little scene, she realized, still hadn’t come down from the shock of that embrace and that Angela knew both men.
Donna hadn’t met two brothers, even half brothers who looked more unalike, felt more unalike, yet each was gorgeous in his own way, and each turned her on.
It was the last that concerned her the most and now had her fidgeting against the rising need heating her center from the inside out.
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Gracie C. McKeever
Don’t think about how gorgeous he is. You came here with Chance. It’s bad enough nursing a love jones for one man you can’t have. Don’t add another you barely know to the mix!
She glared at her sister and wondered how in the world the woman had set this up. Sure, Donna would allow that Angela had arranged for Russ to be at the party. But Chance? Donna had approached him of her own accord. Angela hadn’t had anything to do with that. But how did her sister know his name before Donna had introduced them?
Oh yeah, how could she forget about the visions?
Damn, she really hated the idea that her life wasn’t her own, or that she had no free will, and no matter what she thought, her life—
and her soul mate—had already been mapped and picked out for her.
“Or should I have asked what you think of them ?” Angela prompted.
“You’re the psychic. You should know.”
“It doesn’t matter what I know, if you don’t admit the truth to yourself.”
“And what truth is that, Angie? That one man isn’t enough for Donna the Man-eater? That your lonely spinster sister needs two men to tame her and put her in her place?”
“Donna…” Angela put the palm of one hand over her own chest, looking genuinely distressed. “I never called you a lonely spinster.
And I certainly never thought you needed to be tamed or put in your place by any man.”
No, Angela hadn’t said any of those things. Donna’s ex-boyfriend Bo had. And her ex-husband Peter had.
Donna didn’t know which was worse—being told she needed to be tamed or trained like some animal or pet or being told she was going to grow old alone if she didn’t start acting like a proper wife and trusting her husband. What she did know was that she couldn’t trust any man not to hurt her, and the best way to do that was to not need them, or at least not need them too much or too long. She had to Sexual Healing for Three
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get hers and get out before a man had a chance to hurt her with useless platitudes and empty promises if not more or worse.
She’d be the first to admit she liked sex, often needed and wanted it, but she wasn’t going into any relationship expecting more or forever. She definitely wasn’t expecting honesty, so a man didn’t have to step out of his comfort zone with the idea of placating and satisfying some nonexistent Cinderella fantasies or her ego, just needed to satisfy her in the bedroom and leave.
“Donna, Chance and Russ are not Bo and Peter.”
She had to keep her jaw from dropping when Angela slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
All of her family knew about Peter, how her milquetoast husband had gone back
“I have my reasons.”
The cryptic tone didn’t help Donna’s already suspicious nature.
She knew her sister too well, and something besides her regular matchmaking schemes was afoot.
“So, what do you think of our strapping Mr. Merrick?”
Donna’s pussy spasmed at the description, and she crossed her thighs to staunch the instant flow of moisture.
What was happening to her when a simple word could turn her juices on like this? Or maybe it wasn’t just the word but her memory of the tall, broad-shouldered stranger marching up the walkway to fling his arms around Chance in greeting.
She was still recovering from that little scene, she realized, still hadn’t come down from the shock of that embrace and that Angela knew both men.
Donna hadn’t met two brothers, even half brothers who looked more unalike, felt more unalike, yet each was gorgeous in his own way, and each turned her on.
It was the last that concerned her the most and now had her fidgeting against the rising need heating her center from the inside out.
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Gracie C. McKeever
Don’t think about how gorgeous he is. You came here with Chance. It’s bad enough nursing a love jones for one man you can’t have. Don’t add another you barely know to the mix!
She glared at her sister and wondered how in the world the woman had set this up. Sure, Donna would allow that Angela had arranged for Russ to be at the party. But Chance? Donna had approached him of her own accord. Angela hadn’t had anything to do with that. But how did her sister know his name before Donna had introduced them?
Oh yeah, how could she forget about the visions?
Damn, she really hated the idea that her life wasn’t her own, or that she had no free will, and no matter what she thought, her life—
and her soul mate—had already been mapped and picked out for her.
“Or should I have asked what you think of them ?” Angela prompted.
“You’re the psychic. You should know.”
“It doesn’t matter what I know, if you don’t admit the truth to yourself.”
“And what truth is that, Angie? That one man isn’t enough for Donna the Man-eater? That your lonely spinster sister needs two men to tame her and put her in her place?”
“Donna…” Angela put the palm of one hand over her own chest, looking genuinely distressed. “I never called you a lonely spinster.
And I certainly never thought you needed to be tamed or put in your place by any man.”
No, Angela hadn’t said any of those things. Donna’s ex-boyfriend Bo had. And her ex-husband Peter had.
Donna didn’t know which was worse—being told she needed to be tamed or trained like some animal or pet or being told she was going to grow old alone if she didn’t start acting like a proper wife and trusting her husband. What she did know was that she couldn’t trust any man not to hurt her, and the best way to do that was to not need them, or at least not need them too much or too long. She had to Sexual Healing for Three
57
get hers and get out before a man had a chance to hurt her with useless platitudes and empty promises if not more or worse.
She’d be the first to admit she liked sex, often needed and wanted it, but she wasn’t going into any relationship expecting more or forever. She definitely wasn’t expecting honesty, so a man didn’t have to step out of his comfort zone with the idea of placating and satisfying some nonexistent Cinderella fantasies or her ego, just needed to satisfy her in the bedroom and leave.
“Donna, Chance and Russ are not Bo and Peter.”
She had to keep her jaw from dropping when Angela slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
All of her family knew about Peter, how her milquetoast husband had gone back
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