Fevered Hearts by Em Petrova

Author:Em Petrova
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mmf;mfm;menage;wheelchair;logging;forestry;romance;erotic romance;erotica
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

For the fourth time, Ward stopped cutting wood to check his phone when it vibrated. Each time, he expected word from Liam, but the number was blocked.

“Fuckin’ telemarketer,” he grunted, pocketing the unit. It rode inside his quilted flannel jacket alongside Ivy’s sweet panties. That little souvenir of their session might never be returned to her. Ward liked having them with him too much.

This morning he’d felt a thrill at the sight of the hickey he’d left above her collarbone too. She’d hidden it with a leaf green blouse with a prim collar, but he knew it was there. His cock knew it too.

Hell, he was hard just thinking of their night together. Making love to her gave him a joy he’d known little in his life. Only with Liam had he experienced such a bone-melting want. Then there was the small matter of his heart.

“Juls is gonna kill me,” he muttered, jerking the chainsaw toward the waiting tree. His sister had texted him half a dozen times today, asking where he was spending his nights and if he could start taking their father to his chemo sessions so she didn’t miss so much work.

Now wasn’t the time for him to miss work either. He and Liam were on the cusp of uniting with a half-million dollar deal on the table, and now the companies were being threatened. The lives of his men—and Ivy’s—were at risk.

And Ward had never been happier.

It seemed sick to know such joy when his father was suffering, his sister overworked and so much else going on. Find happiness where I can.

He ripped through a thirty-inch maple in seconds. This morning he’d awakened beside Liam and with Ivy folded against his chest. If he never had another night with them, he’d hold that dear for a lifetime.

Liam had been more attentive to his wife, helping her to get ready for work by handing her some small diamond earrings. Then he’d playfully squeezed her ass before letting her out the bedroom door.

Ward had no clue how it had happened, but coming between the husband and wife had strengthened their marriage.

Again, his cell vibrated. He cut the saw and lowered it to the ground, one hand digging in his pocket again. His fingers brushed the lace panties and pressures mounted in his groin.

Again no number showed on his caller ID.

“Bose.”

No answer, just some quiet clicking. Was that a typewriter? He stuffed his finger in his other ear to muffle the drone of the log truck engine and the distant saw of the faller.

“Who the hell is this?” he asked at last.

More clicking then some shuffling noises like papers on a desk.

“I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

“Better make time. You’re going to be hearing a lot from me in the future.” The voice was low, disguised.

Ward whirled around and gripped the phone harder. “Is this more threats, you son of a bitch?”

A chuckle. “Better check your office, asshole.”

A click sounded in Ward’s ear, the call ended.

“Fuck.” He took off running toward his truck, dialing Liam.

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