Part 1 (1/2)
HOT, WILD & CRAZY.
Loving in Silver.
Lynn Stark.
Letter to Readers.
Dear Readers, If you have purchased this copy of Hot, Wild & Crazy by Lynn Stark from BookStrand.com or its official distributors, thank you. Also, thank you for not sharing your copy of this book.
DEDICATION.
To my readers. You are the best. You make the hard work worth it, when I hear how much you love my stories. Thank you.
Chapter One.
”Woof.”
”Do you see a dog, Mama?” a small voice asked from the rear seat of the small SUV.
Maggie blinked. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and was glad no one could see it. Her fair skin always gave her away.
”No, precious, Mama didn't see a dog.”
”Then why did you go 'woof' like a dog?”
That was so not something she was going to explain to a three-year-old.
What Maggie saw through the winds.h.i.+eld were three of the most rugged, most desirable men on the planet, let alone in Silver, which seemed to have been blessed with good-looking men and women. She could feel her p.u.s.s.y clenching and weeping, preparing itself for the possession of the three magnificent bears. They were large men. Tall, well over six feet, with muscles bulging against the worn cotton of their s.h.i.+rts, crisp, dark hairs peeking out. Oh yeah, they were hot.
One reason why they really did it for Maggie was because she was no longer a wisp of a girl. She was in her thirties now, had given birth to triplets, and had curves. These men would make her feel delicate, as if she would break. But she could only dream of having them in her bed. Being the mother of three inquisitive munchkins and most days working from sunup to sundown didn't allow any time for dating, let alone entertaining. With her desires put on hold, she focused on raising her children and providing for them.
”Mama, the light's green.”
The sound of a horn blaring from behind brought unwanted attention from several people around Silver's picturesque downtown, including the men she had been staring at. Three sets of eyes turned in the direction of her SUV as Maggie pressed her foot to the accelerator. She felt her face heat again as she hit the blinker to make a right turn off the square. That was when someone traveling the wrong way T-boned the SUV, rocking it violently.
If the impact wasn't enough to startle them all, the airbags inflating finished the job. All three of her children began crying. Putting the SUV in park, she undid her seatbelt and scrambled over the console until she could get out the other side. The three objects of her desire were there, yanking open doors. The triplets were unbuckled from their seats and lifted out gently, handed off to the man standing behind, and the one behind him. Maggie bounced anxiously as she looked over her children, her heart pounding in her throat. She made comforting sounds, rea.s.suring them.
Maggie reached toward the closest child, her hands shaking. Her children weren't crying any longer, but looking at the men holding them instead. Tears and sniffles lingered. Huge hands patted small backs comfortingly.
”Are you okay, Maggie?” Max Jensen asked, frowning.
”Yes, I'm okay. I'm just a bit shaken up a bit.” She looked around as the driver of the other car came hurrying around the front of her SUV. Her heart sank as she saw it was Mrs. Barnes. The woman was a menace in a car. ”What were you thinking?” she asked the woman angrily. ”You were going the wrong way. You could have hurt my children.”
”I know. I'm sorry. I always get confused.”
Maggie didn't know how she could get confused. Silver wasn't very big and the woman had lived there her entire life. It wasn't as if there were multiple streets and hundreds of cars to deal with. Silver only had eight traffic lights and most of them were closer to the edge of town. Obviously she was having some difficulties at her advanced age, something that should be looked into. She needed to be gotten off the road before she killed someone.
A cruiser pulled up just then as the crowd around them grew considerably. There would be no shortage of witnesses, even if Mrs. Barnes hadn't obviously been in the wrong. The sheriff, Grayson Evans, didn't look like a happy camper as he approached.
”The ambulance will be here in a minute,” he told Maggie in an authoritative voice. ”I want all those babies taken for an exam. You, too,” he added firmly.
Maggie nodded. It wouldn't have occurred to her to argue with the man. She couldn't remember the last time someone had crossed him. It just wasn't done.
”We're not babies,” three small voices announced in unison.
”We're three,” Samuel told him in affronted tones.
Grayson's handsome face softened as he looked at them. ”Yes, I know you're three. And you're all very brave, too.”
As soon as the ambulance arrived, Maggie and her children were put inside. She thanked the three men for their help before the doors were closed. Though she had known them for ages, it was the first time she'd had any interaction with them in a very long time.
After the doctors at the emergency room examined each child, asking questions like, ”did you b.u.mp your head?” and ”does anything hurt?” they were released. Since it was lunchtime and she was without a car, they walked back toward the center of Silver. After she fed her children she would go over to the sheriff's office. She would also have to contact her insurance agent so she could get her SUV repaired.
Sighing, Maggie opened the door to the restaurant. Her children jogged inside and hurried to an empty booth, seemingly unaffected by the accident. The server gave them each a small menu with pictures, though they had eaten there often enough that they didn't need them. They chose macaroni and cheese and French fries, to be washed down by milk.
As they waited for their food, Samuel, Brant, and Emily, played with the small toys they had been given in the emergency room. They were all making noises to make their trucks go. It made her smile. Her children gave her so much pleasure. There were trying times, of course. How could there not be? They were children, given to various moods. She soothed, praised, and scolded as necessary. She hoped she was a good mother. Her good friends Bambi and Amber rea.s.sured her that she was. But she had to give credit where credit was due. If it hadn't been for the amazing support from those two wonderful women, she might not have been as successful a mother as she was. Three babies at one time had come as a shock. They had been as demanding as any babies in history. Her friends, and others, had provided much-needed help in getting them through feedings, diaper changing, and baths. Without their father in the picture, she was alone in the responsibility of raising them. But the man could not be blamed, as he had been killed by a bull he had sold and was trying to get into a stock trailer.
The arrival of their food brought Maggie out of thoughts she would rather not have. Rick's death had changed a lot of things. They hadn't been together as a couple, but he had promised to help her financially. Unfortunately, after his death there had been nothing for their children. Rick's parents had denied her any a.s.sistance, not even a portion of his life insurance. She was now involved in a legal fight with them to get what his children were ent.i.tled to.
”Mama, can I have your pickle?”
There were three pickles on her plate, placed there by the cook. ”Yes, you can have it.”
Samuel reached across and took a pickle. Emily and Brant asked next and each took a pickle, sucking on them and making scrunched-up sour faces. She laughed and cut her burger in half. As she did so she looked up when the bell over the door jingled. She swallowed hard as Max, Ethan, and Sean walked in, taking up the doorway with their broad shoulders. Her gaze skimmed over each of them. They were such big men. They were muscular, but not fat by any means, with bulging muscles in their shoulders, arms, and chests. Their thighs were like sculpted tree trunks and she could only imagine how it would feel to have those powerful limbs pressing her own thighs apart.
Maggie blinked as she realized they were headed toward where she sat with the children. Considering her thoughts, she wasn't surprised by the rush of heat up her neck and into her cheeks. d.a.m.n, her porcelain skin and freckles!
”Are they all okay?” Ethan asked when they stopped at the end of the booth.
Maggie nodded. ”Yes. They just had a scare.”
Brant nodded. ”I wasn't very scared,” he told the men, looking up at them and smiling.
The three huge men smiled back. ”That's good. Nice trucks.”
”My truck is blue,” Emily said, waving it in the air. ”My eyes are blue.”
Sean Everett chuckled. ”They're a very beautiful blue.”
Samuel couldn't be left out. ”Red trucks are better. My truck's red.”