When faced with a challenge, it’s best to pool your resources.
Liam Mattson used to play his wife’s body like a fine violin. Until a logging accident dampened his fine motor skills and rendered his legs—and the most important part of his below-the-waist playground—useless.
If only Liam would throw himself into therapy with the same vigor he used to throw her into bed, Ivy is sure he’d fully recover. But lately she’s felt adrift, while he’s stuck in self-pity and pre-occupation with a serious threat to his logging business.
When Ward Bose returns from the backwoods, Liam isn’t blind to the heated, guilty glances between his best friend and his wife. And he takes a step he never could have taken if his legs were working—ask Ward to service Ivy in bed.
The moment the three come together, Ward’s heartstrings are tied in knots, and Liam holds them in his fist. But secrets they’re each keeping could tear them all apart…unless they can find a way to share their burdens as easily as they share their love.
Men who wield big saws know how to care of business—in bed and out.
Ward huffed out a laugh to cover his overwhelming want. “Shut up, ass. I was thinking that you have problems here at Mattson and Bose Timber has problems too. What if we combine them?”
Liam shook his head. “What are you talking about? Making our problems bigger is what it sounds like.”
“I’m talking about throwing everything into a pot and stirring it together. It makes sense. I need help in the office, you’re in the office. I need to fulfill contracts, you need the contracts.”
“How the hell would that work?”
“A merger. We work together. We don’t make any legal changes, but we start a sort of co-op. Lean on each other.”
Liam scuffed his knuckles over his jaw, and the rasping sound raised every hair on Ward’s body. “And we take on each other’s problems too.”
“That’s right. Such as the planting problem.”
“And the wife problem.” Liam’s words were solemn.
Ward jerked. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Liam said slowly, a far-off expression claiming his rugged features, “that I have a wife who needs to be satisfied, and you have a cock that works. Until I get mine in working order again—if I can, that is—we’d form a merger.”
Ward shoved his chair back so quickly that it shot into the wall. “What are you fucking saying?”
Liam relaxed back in his wheelchair, looking more comfortable than Ward had seen since returning home. “I want you to make love to my wife, Ward. Show her that she’s beautiful and sexy and important.”
“It will make her feel important for her husband to give her to another man?” Ward’s mind spun, and he wondered if he’d really been the one to take a blow to the head, not Liam.
But the thought of touching Ivy’s sweet little curves, of tilting her face up and staring into her eyes before kissing her tender lips, did things to Ward’s insides that he couldn’t begin to name.
“By giving her pleasure through you, it would show I care, yes.”
Ward smacked a palm off the desk. “You can’t mean it. You’re high on painkillers, aren’t you?”
Liam folded forward and dissolved into laughter. “No. I’m dead serious, man. I’m asking you for help in satisfying my wife until I can take over.”
“Why don’t you do the things you can to make her happy and give her pleasure? Finger her, lick her pussy. Hell, compliment her on those gorgeous legs.”
Nodding, Liam seemed to contemplate what he was saying. “I can do that. And I will.
But I need some time to get back into the game. In the meantime…”
“Ivy would never go for something as screwed up as this.”
Liam placed his hand over Ward’s, meeting his gaze. “She will. I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”
“What way is that?” Ward’s stomach rose and fell twenty stories in a matter of seconds.
Turning Ward’s hand over, Liam threaded their fingers. The warmth of the caress, the gesture itself, was Ward’s undoing. “She looks at you the same way I do.”
Something has to give but who and/or what.
Five contented purrs for Em!!
I really want more loggers PLEASE!
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