Both solid male walls that had sheltered her all night were gone. She was tucked up under the Americana quilt, but it was no substitute for two hot cowboys. Being early April, it wasn’t all that cold anyway, but she still felt their absence, as though her body had adjusted to having them surrounding her and now couldn’t live without them. That wasn’t good. She didn’t want to want or need Jace and Brody. This had been a one-time thing. There was no future in threesomes, and she’d had her heart broken enough to know it wasn’t something she wanted to experience again. So, she’d have to deal with post-coital awkwardness in a polite way, she decided as she climbed from the bed and began collecting her clothes. One of the men had thoughtfully put her blouse over a hardback chair in the corner, but there was no sign of her bra. Well, at least she’d have most of her dignity intact when she went into the living room. It’s not as if her moderate C-cups were going to be all that bouncy without a bra anyway.
