When Jace Rule first told his brothers, Adam and Ryan, about the girl he was dating, they couldn’t believe their ears. Laurie had been dating the three oldest brothers at the same time and hadn’t even realized it.
When Jace tells Laurie, she is flabbergasted, but together, they soon decide that she’ll continue to see all three of them until she can decide between them.
When that turns out to be an impossible decision, their younger brother, Nick, who is a lawyer, suggests that a contract between Laurie and the three oldest Rule brothers might be the solution.
But can that really work, being in an arrangement with three virile, dominant brothers? They’ll soon find out.
Publisher’s Note: This reverse harem contains steamy scenes as well as a theme of power exchange.
That prompted a very uncomfortable flashback situation—reminding them all about what it had been like when he’d said her full name for the first time around the two of them just days before.
They were at the house, having spent the day together helping Jace with some of the chores around the place that required another pair of hands or two and then spending the evening grilling and talking and drinking. They were all seated around one of the tables on the big deck, the remnants of an excellent meal being picked at as they spoke.
And then Jace had said her name. They’d quickly forgotten the context around it and all either of them heard was her name.
For some reason, he watched his brothers sit back in their chairs at that, both of them white as sheets and looking shocked to their cores.
“What? What’d I say?” He wasn’t as much of a jokester as his brothers were, and he wondered if he’d said something that had been inadvertently offensive.
Adam spoke first, in a rare tense tone. “S-say the name again.”
“Her name,” Ryan supplied, his tone stunned.
“You mean Laurie Taggart?” Jace asked, confused.
“Yes. That’s the name of the woman you’re dating?”
Both Adam and Ryan seemed to be hanging on his answer for some reason.
“Yes. Laurie Taggart. She works in finance—”
“For a bank,” Adam interrupted accurately.
Ryan swallowed hard, saying, before he could get anything else out, “In Cash Management.”
Jace followed his brothers, leaning back—practically with a thud—against his chair. He sounded disbelieving as he said anyway, “She hates her job.”
“Because she got passed over for a big promotion,” Adam contributed softly, almost against his will.
And Ryan chimed in reluctantly, “It went to someone she’d trained, even though she’d done all the work.”
“Fuck me,” Jace growled under his breath, and his brothers looked at him askance because he almost never swore.
Now, a couple of days later—after they’d all had some time to come to grips with what they’d discovered—they were talking about it again, but this time in a public place.
Despite what he’d just said to them, Jace looked quietly amazed. “How the hell did we end up dating the same damned woman?”
“Well, I don’t know about how you are when you’re with a woman,” Adam began, while motioning the waitress over to them, “but I don’t spend all of my time talking about my idiot brothers, especially since we’re not all living together anymore.”
“Yeah,” Ryan added, “and how many Lauries are there in the city—quite a few, I would imagine. I know I hadn’t heard either of you mention her before then,” he grimaced, “and I don’t much like hearing it from you now, either.”
When the pretty girl appeared at his elbow, Adam asked, “Can we have a round of whiskey shots, please?” He looked to his brothers for their approval, and even Jace curtly nodded his agreement.
Since the little restaurant they were in wasn’t all that busy, the liquor appeared moments later. They all thanked the waitress, then each of them held up a shot.
“May the best brother win?” Adam suggested then scooted in under his breath, “Which is, of course, me. Cheers!”
But his brothers knew him too well, and neither of them drank to that.
Instead, Jace intoned seriously, “May the real best brother win.” They clinked the small glasses then downed the shots.
Everyone was quiet for a moment—which was unusual for them—then Ryan came up with, “Do you think… do you think she knows that she’s dating three brothers?”
Jace didn’t give many compliments, so Ryan was pleased when he said that.
Adam shrugged. “Do you think that it would matter to her?”
“Why would it?”
The younger men both looked at Jace, surprised.
“Well? Why would it?” he argued. “There’s nothing kinky in the least about dating brothers.”
Ryan snorted at that.
“What?” Jace gave him an accusing look from under a furrowed brow.
“I just never in my life thought I’d hear you say the word ‘kinky’. It’s just weird. And uncomfortable.”
“As is this entire conversation.”
They both nodded at Adam.
It was Ryan again, who cleared his throat and hemmed and hawed a bit, then finally came out with it. “So, I’ve slept with her. Once. Have either of you?”
“Once,” they both said.
“And this just keeps getting awkwarder and awkwarder.”
Jace was looking pensive, as usual. “Are either of the two brats likely to be home, do you think?” Jace leaned his chair back on two legs and drew a deep breath. The three older brothers were closer in age to each other. There was a gap of three years before Nick was born, and he was closer in age—and thus closer to—Tanner, who was only about a year and a half younger.
But they were all still very tight with each other—and they were a cohesive unit.
If you had trouble with one Rule brother, you had trouble with all of them.
“I dunno. Lemme text them.” Unlike his older brothers, Ryan’s phone was always out.
“Why do you want to know?” Adam asked.
Their oldest brother leaned forward again, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was thinking hard. “Well, I’m kind of thinking that this conversation makes me want to have another shot. Am I alone in that?”
“No!” they chorused eagerly.
“I think we all drove here, so I want to make sure there is someone who could come get us.”
“Smart move,” Adam complimented graciously, and Jace just grinned at him.
“Stodgy. Staid. Smaht,” he teased, in a reasonable—if much lower registered—imitation of their mom’s thick Boston accent.
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
After they’d essentially told the brother who was at home to be ready to come in and get them when they called, they downed the next round and called for another.
Ryan continued his annoying streak of thorny questions. “So, who’s going find out if she knows, and if she doesn’t, who’s going to tell her?”