True Perfection [Aspire 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

feel betrayed, and sometimes I still do, but that’s my selfishness coming to the fore. It’s going to take some time before I quit slipping back on occasion.”
    “We may not have that kind of time, Warren,” Gordon said quietly, a note of warning in his tone. “Haley will put you on your ass. I get a sense from her at times that worries me. C’mon, Warren! Admit that being kept a little off balance makes life more interesting. Because deep down, you are as sure of Haley as I am. Just accept that she won’t let you tell her what to do unless it involves intimacy.”
    “And her safety.”
    “Agreed. Now, granite or quartz?”
    Warren laughed. He had more than enough money to throw at a kitchen reno. They both did, and he and Gordon would have a nice gift for their little woman. He knew how lucky he was to have such a good friend, and resolved to let go of the bullshit.

Chapter Three
     
    Haley muttered to herself as she sorted through her closet. It didn’t matter that a cleaning crew went through the place every day as soon as the construction workers put down their tools. Drywall dust was insidious, and she swore she could feel it in her teeth. It felt like her clothes were impregnated with the fine stuff as well, and that it transferred to her skin like a film, not to mention dried out her hair. She hated it. Gordon and Warren were like two kids, supervising the job’s progress, thrilled that they were building such a fine kitchen for her. Haley smiled to herself for a moment. While she wasn’t surprised at Gordon’s delight in pleasing her, Warren was showing a side of him that she had longed to see, a side she knew had been hiding behind that aloof, selfish man he wanted the world to see. It had been his armour. It was her fault if she wasn’t yet prepared to trust this thing they had.
    The kitchen reno was just another step in her men’s not-so-subtle efforts to have her commit and settle into a full-time relationship with them both. The bedroom would be next if she gave an inch, and if she did, which she wasn’t going to for a while yet, if ever, then they would have to move out for the duration of that remodel. She wasn’t going to put up with the mess, not when they could all afford to go away for a few weeks, except she couldn’t go away because of her job. Haley told herself that it was good to have an excuse not to be able to go on vacation because then the bedroom would get done and she would be as good as married to both Gordon and Warren. Her traitorous pussy blithely suggested that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, while her tender heart argued for more time to ensure it was healed. Her brain became the voice of reason, only because she was in her own private sanctum and didn’t have either man in view. Because when Haley was within eyeshot of Gordon or Warren, all she wanted to do was be close to them, talk with them, adore them, fuck them. And Haley was terrified that the strong physical need would circumvent her ability to live her life. Never again was she going to subjugate her own needs and desires to please a man. Worse, she seemed to have lost the ability to compromise. If it was about sex with Warren and Gordon, then she was right there lining up for the chance. But when it came to finding a balance, she was lost because they overwhelmed her. Haley was thinking about moving out on her own, away from the ties that were binding, and dreaded the confrontation that would take place when she told them.
    “Haley?” She jumped, startled, when Warren’s voice intruded from the other side of the door. How long had he been out there? She hadn’t heard him knock, as involved as she had been in her worried thoughts. She hurried to open the door, and as usual her insides fluttered and her pussy clenched at the sight of Warren’s handsome face and large, relaxed frame lounging against the opposite wall.
    “I’ll drop you at the restaurant on my way to the airport, honey,” he announced.