Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

They’d worked here for close to eighty years.
    “Never, dear. They love Panther Cove and The Shield.”
    She’d been proud of Jeremiah and Mario for their willingness to do something else with their lives. They seemed happy. “Maybe I’ll stop by Central Command.”
    “You do that, dear. They’ve been looking forward to your visit.”
    Since her mom seemed anxious to have her start the picture, after Julia got her coffee, she gathered her art supplies.
    “You want a chair to sit on, dear?”
    It would be more comfortable to paint sitting on a chair, as the ground would be too cold. “Sounds good. I’ll get one.”
    Once she stepped outside, her spirits lifted. Communing with nature made her feel whole. Perhaps she’d get so immersed in her art that she could rid her mind of two particular hunky men. Before she reached the lake, she’d figured out the vantage point that would give her the perfect picture. Not only did she want to capture the fountain in the middle, but she also loved the trellis-covered dock with the comfortable lounge chairs, outdoor kitchen, and warm fireplace. Maybe after she painted, she’d take the rowboat out for a spin.
    She set up on the lawn, placed her canvas on the easel and pulled out her pencil to do an outline of the lake. The red and green rowboat tied to the dock added a wonderful element.
    She’d completed her preliminary sketch when she heard a commotion behind her. When she turned around, she let out a grunt. What the hell were they doing there?
    Breck and Daven seemed to have spotted her, and grins broke out on their faces. She would have thought this was a bit contrived except for the fact everyone used this dock and these two did live here. Uh-huh . She hoped they didn’t think she’d come just to get a chance to meet up with them.
    She gave them a light wave and returned to her painting.
    “Well, well. Look who’s here.”
    That was Breck. If she didn’t want to appear rude, she had to acknowledge them. “Hi.” She’d never officially been introduced to them, but her upbringing made her extend her hand. “I’m Julia Wilson.”
    Daven stuck his hand out first. The moment their palms touched, it was as if a bolt of electricity shot through her body. For a second, she thought he might have had a buzzer in his hand, but she knew a military man wouldn’t stoop to something that low. Besides, they couldn’t have known she’d be out here.
    “Davenport Sang, but everyone calls me Daven.”
    Breck moved closer and shook her hand. “Are you related to Charles and Harvey Wilson by any chance?”
    Since so few people lived here, he had to know she was. “Yes.”
    “I’m Breckenridge Sang by the way. We’re in training with Hercules and Casius.”
    “Nice to meet you.” Her damn pussy was throbbing and begging for their cocks. Stupid body. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to create a masterpiece for my mom’s birthday.”
    Daven’s brows rose. “Really? That’s so nice of you. When is her special day?”
    “Tomorrow.” They’d think she was lying, but her mom said she didn’t care when it was done.
    “Mind if we join you?”
    Only now did she notice they each had canvases and paints with them. This was public ground so to speak. “Sure.”
    Breck unfurled a blanket right next to her. Didn’t the man understand personal space? It would look rude if she asked them to move, and maybe they, too, decided this was the best vantage point. So much for immersing herself in the wonder of her art and forgetting about the men.
     
    * * * *
     
    Too bad neither he nor Daven had a clue about painting. They’d purchased the supplies right after speaking with Mrs. Wilson. To say she was thrilled about their daughter finally finding her mates was an understatement. Even Breck had to admit, he was uncomfortable when she asked how many children they wanted. The number two popped into his head, though he was certainly open for negotiation.
    Taking a clue from Julia, they