Loving In Silver: Hot, Wild And Crazy Part 8

Sean peeled Ethan off of her and pushed his way in between them. Maggie giggled. The guys made her laugh as much as they made her moan. His hands settled low on her waist, but didn't go below. He was as aware as she was that a child could pop out of a bedroom at any time. She was grateful for his restraint.

"I was wondering if you would like to go out to supper Tuesday night," Sean asked, his blue eyes filled with hope, and something she wasn't yet willing to identify.

It was too soon, wasn't it? Maggie knew what she was beginning to feel for all three of the men, but fear kept her from naming it just yet. She didn't need that kind of pressure. She still needed to make big decisions. She couldn't rush into anything where her children were concerned. Ethan, Sean, and Max needed time, too.

Maggie blinked, bringing her thoughts to where they should be at the moment. Supper Tuesday evening. Sean had asked her out. Tuesday was a few days away. She would feel better about leaving Brant by then. She nodded and felt the tension draining out of his huge body. Sean was so tall and muscular that he again made her feel dainty.

"Yes, if all is well with Brant," she said with a smile. "Supper would be nice. What time?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the pleasure spread over Sean's handsome face.

"Is five o'clock too early? We could go to a movie afterward, or dancing. Or we could just sit in the park and stare at each other." Sean bent and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth. "Call me, if anything changes. Max and Ethan can watch the kids, if that's okay with you."

"It'll give us a chance to get to know them better," Ethan said eagerly. "And vice versa."

Max nodded. "We'll make supper and maybe put in a DVD or something. We have plenty of nieces and nephews, so we're not completely clueless."

Obviously they had given their plan considerable thought.

Maggie took a deep breath and smiled. They were determined to prove themselves. She had to give them a chance, and give herself one as well.

Chapter Nine.

"What the h.e.l.l is wrong with you guys?" Steve Jensen, Max's father, demanded as he came to stand beneath the wide branches of the tree, where they were stretched out on the gra.s.s.

"Woman problems," Max told his father as he lifted the arm from over his eyes. "We're trying to figure out how to convince Maggie that we're the guys for her."

Max sat up and pulled his knees to his chest as he stared at his father. The man was smart. He and Max's uncle shared three wives. They seemed to all be in love and they got along great, for the most part, unless two certain individuals forgot and tracked mud through the house. Max cringed as he recalled the times he'd had to scrub all the floors, when he had forgotten and run into the house with muddy boots on. His mothers hated dirt, and there was plenty of it, living on a ranch.

"I thought things were progressing nicely," his dad said, obviously as puzzled as they were. "She brought the kids over for the picnic last week."

There had been a huge family picnic, where almost three hundred people had shown up dressed in their Sunday best and carrying baskets of food. Maggie had brought Brant, Emily, and Samuel. He, Ethan, and Sean had thought it would be a good way for her to get to know their family, though she likely already knew many of them.

She had opened the door to the SUV, turning the kids loose. They had disappeared into the large group of children, spending hours running around and playing games. While she had talked with them, watching her children as she did so, they had watched her.

Maggie was simply gorgeous with her creamy freckled skin, glorious ma.s.s of auburn curls, and wearing a navy blue, polka dot halter dress that showed off her best features. Max didn't think Maggie knew how beautiful she was. While some might have considered her fat, or chubby, her voluptuous curves were perfect. The halter dress accentuated her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her small waist, and flared hips. Even as he had admired her in it, Max had wanted to strip her out of it so he could lick and suck at the tender skin. When Maggie had caught him looking, an arched auburn brow had lifted. The expression in her green eyes told him that she knew exactly what was going through his mind.

"They had a great time," Sean said. "That's the thing. Just when we think we can go the next step, which is asking her to marry us, she pulls back."

"We probably shouldn't have let her get to know us so well," Ethan grumbled.

They had each taken Maggie out on dates, letting her get to know them individually. It wasn't all about s.e.x. They had agreed that they shouldn't take Maggie to bed during their dates. They wanted her to see that there was more to them than hormones that were in overdrive every time they were around her. Max knew that they had spent hours talking. It had all felt so right. Ethan and Sean had said the same thing about their dates. Everything had gone well. They had had fun with her. She had shared a lot with them, too, going into more detail about her brief encounter with the father of her children and the subsequent legal battle with Rick's family, which was now settled. A large part of Rick's estate would go to his children. They knew Maggie was relieved that it was now over.

Max b.u.mped shoulders with Ethan. "We probably shouldn't have let her be alone with you," he teased, chuckling as E's face soured.

His dad cleared his throat, after laughing with the rest of them. Everyone loved to tease Ethan. He was the sweetest guy, but he was also an easy target. "Maggie has a lot of responsibility. She's an independent woman who has taken care of three kids on her own. While she might like to have someone to share that responsibility with full time, it's probably hard for her to think about giving up control. That and trusting others with the health and happiness of her children. If I were to pick a reason why she's holding back, it's that right there."

"But we're great guys!" Sean said with a little more emotion than he usually allowed others to see. He sounded angry, slightly offended, and he looked it.

Steve shook his head. "It's not about you personally, I'm sure. It's the idea of it. Here are these three precious children. They are everything to her. Their well-being, their happiness, comes before anything she wants or needs for herself." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, something Max knew his dad did whenever he was thinking about what he was about to say. "On the other hand, Maggie wants to be sure that you are the right men to guide them."

Max nodded his head in agreement. "We understand all that. It's just getting frustrating."

"What should we do?" Sean asked with less frustration in his voice. "Keep dating?"

Steve nodded. "That's what I'd do. Give her all the time she needs. I doubt it will be as much as you might think. Don't push her because she just might push back. You've only been seeing one another for a few months. I really don't believe Maggie's taking too much time. She has everything riding on her making the right choice." He stood up and turned toward the house. "Come on in now for supper, boys. I thought we might play some cards afterward."

A night in with the family did a lot to ease their stress and get their thinking straightened around. Max began looking at their situation more from Maggie's point of view, rather than his own. Brant, Samuel, and Emily were Maggie's world, and had been since before they were born. Though she had family and friends, she provided the most for them, from unconditional love to the socks on their small feet. It wouldn't do to pressure her. She might make a decision that they wouldn't like, mainly dumping them.

By the time they left the house and headed for their own, they were in agreement that they would give Maggie all the time she needed, because she was worth waiting for.

They were satisfied with their decision, until they saw Maggie at the feed mill the next day, standing way too close to a man. It wasn't just any man. It was Donny Bakersfield, uncle to her children. He looked a lot like his brother Rick. She was standing too close, with her head tipped back to look up at Donny. She was laughing at something he had said. Obviously she found him entertaining.

Max exchanged a glance with Sean and E as they got out of their truck. They walked with purpose toward the chatting pair. He didn't quite like the jealousy he was feeling. It was unpleasant and he couldn't remember the last time he had experienced it. Okay, he did. While in high school Ethan had smiled at the quarterback a little too often before he, Max, and Sean had begun dating. He hadn't wanted Ethan to look at anyone but them like that. It had been the first clue that he might feel more than friendship for the guy.

Maggie turned to them as they walked up. She smiled brightly, but her hand reached out to touch Donny on the arm. "You guys remember Donny, don't you?"

"Yeah, we remember." Max's gaze slid to the man beside her. "How's it going, Bakersfield?"

Donny nodded. "Good. I've got two weeks' leave. I've a lot of catching up to do." His gaze went to Maggie, dropping to her cleavage. Max resisted the urge to knock the guy's eyeb.a.l.l.s out of his head. "Maggie and I were just talking about me meeting my niece and nephews. I didn't get a chance the last time I was home to see my family."

"You definitely should meet them," Sean agreed. "They're great kids."

"How could they be anything else with Maggie raising them?" Donny asked, grinning.

Max was glad he was wearing boots. The s.h.i.t was starting to rise. There weren't many secrets in Silver. The grapevine was both thorough and surprisingly reliable. Everyone knew that Donny's parents had tried to get custody of the triplets. They had refused to give up any of Rick's a.s.sets to the children, despite the fact that he had already begun making arrangements for support payments at the time of his death. His parents had put a stop to all of it and had fought to keep the money and get Emily, Brant, and Samuel. Thankfully, that had failed.

Now here was Donny, flirting with Maggie, being something he definitely wasn't. The guy had been a rat b.a.s.t.a.r.d when they were teenagers. Rick hadn't been much better, but Max's opinion of him had changed when he learned that he had been trying to do the right thing for his children before he had died.

"They couldn't be. Maggie is a terrific mother," Ethan told him. Maggie smiled at E. Max turned to look at his partner and saw how Ethan almost turned into a pile of mush.

They had fallen in love with the woman. There was no mistaking it. Perhaps they should tell her? Though he didn't believe she would fall for Donny's slick pretense, Max figured it was time that she knew just how they felt about her. It might be what she needed to know. If she was aware that they loved her, then she had everything she needed to make a decision. And that had nothing to do with Mr. Bakersfield.

It was all Max could do to hide his smirk, when Donny moved closer to Maggie and she told him it was nice seeing him, and then moved away in a flawlessly smooth manner. She closed the distance between her, Max, Ethan, and Sean. "So, what are you guys up to?"

"Oh, we just came in for a new feed for our brood mares. What are you doing in town?" he asked, his gut clenching when she reached out to stroke his arm. Her touch had the ability to set his blood on fire. It also said that same blood rushing to his groin. He bit back a moan as his c.o.c.k began to fill and push against his zipper.

Maggie's green eyes were sparkling with mischief and more. The woman knew what effect she had on them. "I just dropped the kiddos off at daycare. I have to go back home to finally meet the architect and the contractor in about an hour. They'll be pouring the foundation for the addition at the end of this week." She grinned. "No more being squeezed into eight hundred square feet. The house was the perfect size for my grandfather. And it wasn't bad when the triplets were little. But now we're b.u.mping into each other every time we turn around."

Maggie had told them about the significant changes she was having made to the house. It would more than triple its size. Since their relationship with her hadn't progressed far enough, they hadn't brought up the subject of where they would live if and when they married. It still wasn't to that point, though it was getting close. Soon they would know whether they would have the woman of their dreams in their lives forever.

"It'll be a while before they can load the feed. Care to go for a cup of coffee and, maybe, a sweet roll?" Sean asked, all but pushing Max out of the way.

Maggie smiled and nodded. "My stuff is all loaded. Why don't you jump in and we'll go together?"

A two minute ride later, they were all piling out in front of the Silver Street Cafe. It was a small, cozy place with a few tables and even fewer booths. It was very popular with the residents, still serving regular types of coffee in thick white mugs. There wasn't a latte or cappuccino on the menu. h.e.l.l, there wasn't even a menu. The waitress was wearing a crisp white dress with a red and white checked ap.r.o.n and a red cap on her head, looking as if she was straight out of the '50s. She gave them a cheerful smile as they came through the doorway and chose a table.

There were a few other people in the place, chatting as they enjoyed their coffee. Greetings were exchanged. Curious eyes were watching them. Yep, Silver's gossip line was about to heat up, Max thought. He didn't mind in the least. Maggie didn't seem to, either, because she knew how it worked in Silver, as well as anyone else did. Though they had been dating quite openly lately, being seen more often was simply adding fuel to the fire, so to speak. Max saw it as a good thing.

"Hi, what will it be today?" The waitress's pencil was poised over the pad she held. "One pot?"

Max looked at Maggie. She nodded. "That'll be good. Do you have any of those delicious chocolate chip cookies?"

Five minutes later they were sipping the best coffee in town and eating cookies so delicious there should have been a law against them. They had shared several moments like this, when they were focused solely on one another. The thought of sharing the next fifty years or so with this woman made something shift in Max's heart.

He became still, staring at Maggie as she threw her head back and laughed at something Ethan had said to her. Max didn't know what had been said. It didn't matter. All he knew was that she was absolutely stunning in the light filtering through the blinds covering the large, plate gla.s.s window. It set her auburn curls ablaze and highlighted the creamy, freckled skin. Green eyes were filled with mirth and her plump pink lips were stretched into a wide smile. She was perfect.

"Maggie, I love you."

Max jerked when he realized he had said the words aloud, just blurted them out, as if the safety between his brain and mouth had broken. He blinked and he could feel the heat rise in his face as three pairs of eyes fixed on him.

"Dude, you didn't just say that!" Ethan exclaimed, sounding equally horrified and impressed. He looked it, too. "I thought we were going to wait to tell her," he added and in a whisper. Obviously the guy was an idiot.

Maggie looked from one to the other. There was a pretty pink blush spreading across her high cheekbones, but she appeared anything but displeased. She didn't, however, say anything as the other patrons chose that moment to cheer his declaration of love.

Max wanted to crawl under the table and hide. Sean was just chuckling and shaking his head. Ethan, on the other hand, couldn't seem to shut up.

"Man, I thought we planned on doing flowers, a romantic supper, and fancy clothes? Do we? No, you just blurt it out."

"Maggie, please turn your head." She looked puzzled, but did as he instructed.

Max punched E in the shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to get his point across.

Obviously the man didn't get it. He rubbed his shoulder as he scowled at Max. "What the f.u.c.k did you do that for?"

"For having a big mouth." Sean and Maggie were snickering. "Now we have to make new plans."

"The cat's already out of the bag. You can't shove it back in again."

Sean reached for Maggie's hand. "We do love you, Maggie, though we weren't planning on telling you like this. We did have grander plans." He glanced away from her long enough to give Max a reproving stare. "It's good that you know. That way you can take it into consideration, along with everything else."

There was a suspicious shine in Maggie's green eyes. Max hoped she wasn't about to begin crying. He didn't have a lot of experience with crying women.

"I hadn't expected to say this in a coffee shop," Maggie told them in a strained, whispery voice. Her gaze darted around the public s.p.a.ce, noting the grinning faces. The pink stain on her cheekbones deepened. She was so f.u.c.king beautiful, all Max wanted to do was pull her into his arms and kiss her until she lost her last breath. "But I love you guys, too."

Another round of cheering and clapping followed her declaration. She jumped and squealed in surprise when the ever enthusiastic Ethan left his chair, ran around the table, and pulled her into his arms. Despite his own objections to the how and the when Maggie would learn of how they felt about her, E was obviously willing to overlook the faux pau to celebrate her announcement. Max and Sean laughed as Ethan bent Maggie back over his arm, kissing her pa.s.sionately as she held on for dear life, an arm hooked over the back of his neck.

When they finally broke apart, he heard his phone beep several times. Pulling it out, he saw that he had messages. Opening it, he saw photos of them, including a great one of Ethan kissing Maggie. He glanced around and saw one woman he knew quite well. She was friends with his mothers. She grinned and waved her phone.

"Thanks. It's a great photo," he told her, smiling.

They left the coffee shop a few minutes later. The coffee and cookies had been on the house. Ethan had to pay ten dollars for the use of profanity, which was against the rules of the establishment. He paid it with a sheepish grin, following them out a moment later.

"How long do you have until you have to meet the architect and the contractor?" Max asked. He was h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l. That wasn't surprising. Just one look at Maggie was enough to make his c.o.c.k hard. Since they had met at the feed store, he had also touched her and inhaled her soft scent. He wanted to make love to her.

Maggie stroked her hand down the front of his T-shirt, scorching the skin beneath. "In about forty-five minutes. It's definitely not enough time for what I want to do to my hairy bears."

Okay, Max was ready to jump her right there on the sidewalk. Maggie loved their body hair. While they weren't completely overgrown, they had more than enough to keep her happy. When they weren't making love, she was stroking chests, thighs, groins, and anything else she could reach.

"And just what did you want to do to this hairy bear?"

"Why don't you guys come over tonight and find out?" Maggie's fingertip found his nipple and began stroking it through the cotton. His c.o.c.k twitched and began pressing against the zipper of his jeans. "The kiddos won't be there. They're spending a few days with their grandparents, so I can begin packing and moving things around without them trying to help. We'll have a sleepover. There's no telling what might happen." Her gaze slid to Sean and Ethan.

"Don't tell me." Sean laughed. "I want my imagination to work on it. We'll be there early, if you need help getting started with the packing."

"No work. I just want to get to the fun stuff." Ethan leaned close, asking in a low tone, "It'll involve b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs, won't it?"

Maggie shook her head as she laughed. Then she was going up on tiptoe to place a kiss on E's mouth. "I guess you're just going to have to wait to find out. Now, why don't I drop you off at the feed mill? I don't want to be late, even as tempted as I am to spend more time with you guys." She kissed Sean then Max.

Antic.i.p.ation buzzed through all three men as they were dropped off at the feed mill. A kiss each wasn't nearly enough to hold them over until they got to Maggie's. They still had a few hours, but d.a.m.n if they didn't have to wait for the truck to be loaded. It would be at least another hour for that to be done. Max and Sean left a protesting Ethan with the truck and walked back toward downtown. It wasn't far and didn't take long.

They went to Silver's Chocolate Cafe to buy an a.s.sortment of gourmet chocolates and a fancy mixture to make hot chocolate in the morning...or at night before bed. Maggie loved chocolate and didn't care what form it came in. She had a secret stash and treated herself to one piece of chocolate a day. Once they left the chocolate shop, Max and Sean went to the drug store to buy a fifty dollar gift card for Maggie's e-reader. She was a huge fan of erotic romances and had begun reading them aloud as they lay in bed cuddling. They thought it was hilarious that the woman could partic.i.p.ate in the most erotic acts with them, but blushed so hard she appeared as if she were about to spontaneously combust, as she read the scorching s.e.x scenes.

"Who's doing the hero's voice this time?" Sean asked as they browsed along the aisles for anything else that might give Maggie pleasure. They loved when they found something that made her laugh.

"I think it's E's turn."

Sean groaned. "He gets too carried away. All that moaning, begging, and heavy breathing gets me hard every time."

"Yeah, same here. But it makes Maggie laugh."

"From under the blanket. I don't know how she can be so embarra.s.sed by those books when she's ten times more creative than anything we've read so far."

Max stopped as an idea popped into his head. He turned toward Sean, grinning like the devil himself. "If we do any reading tonight, this is what we're going to do."

He then proceeded to tell Sean what his idea was. It was only a matter of seconds before his lover was also grinning from ear to ear. "That's a f.u.c.king fantastic idea. I can't wait to do it."

"I say we don't let E in on it. Let's surprise him, too."

Sean laughed, leaning in to kiss Max firmly on the mouth. "Good. We'll surprise him, too."

They made one more stop before heading back to the feed mill. They went to the adult shop, Totally Discreet, and acted more like kids in a candy shop than a place which offered everything from spicy romance novels to a variety of St. Andrew crosses. The scent of leather filled the air, but they were focused on what they wanted and made several selections which were tucked away neatly in black and gold striped bags.

By the time Max and Sean reached the square, they saw that Ethan was searching for them. They climbed in the truck, ignoring his requests to see what was in the bags, laughing when he began pouting. Though tempted, they ignored his offer of b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs, if they would tell him what they had bought. They had an evening planned and two people to surprise. They weren't about to ruin it for a couple of exceptional b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs.

An hour later, Max questioned his resolve as E sucked Max's c.o.c.k to the back of his throat. The b.l.o.w. .j.o.b had been unavoidable. Ethan had cornered him in the bathroom, as he had stepped out of the shower. Dropping to his knees, he had slurped Max's semi-erect c.o.c.k between his lips and proceeded to devour it until the length of flesh was hard and throbbing within the hot, wet confines of his mouth.

Max's legs shook and he shifted to brace himself. Looking down, heat flashed through his body as he watched as Ethan slid his mouth up and down Max's c.o.c.k, his tongue sliding along the heavy, twisting vein beneath, giving particular attention to swirling his tongue around the flared rim. His breath caught in his throat and he began trembling again as the talented tongue flicked vigorously over the tiny slit in the head.

"Oh c.r.a.p, baby, do that again," Max groaned. He took Ethan's head between his hands, holding it in place as his hips began to thrust and withdraw. E sucked hard, concaving his cheeks, as Max began to f.u.c.k his mouth. One strong hand cupped his b.a.l.l.s, stroking and pulling, as the other hand slid into the crease of his a.s.s. The tip of a finger stroked his puckered a.s.shole. He was tempted to ask Ethan to f.u.c.k him, but had enough brain cells still operating to tell him to wait until later, when they were with Maggie. "I'm going to come, baby. Suck it all down. Every last drop."