“Not going to happen,” she said, even if she wanted it to. She was starting to settle her roots. She loved the town, the community, and she wouldn’t risk it.
What about for love?
This made her pause.
She didn’t love these two men, yet, surely? No, not yet. Loving two men wouldn’t work. They were having a bit of fun.
Here she went, already putting pressure on a relationship when it really didn’t need it. She had to get her shit together and fast.
“How about I get you guys a beer?” she asked. Serving beer was what she was all about. She could handle drinks and all that entailed. It wasn’t complicated. It was easy. Anyone could do it.
Scott and Beau both agreed to the beers. She grabbed them their usual order and they took a seat in the corner. Both her men were a little predictable. Rather than let her waitress serve them, she did.
She needed to get her jealous streak under control or it was going to cause her a few troubles. Scott and Beau were hers, but only for as long as this lust lasted.
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“I don’t like the way men look at her,” Beau said.
All day, he couldn’t get her out of his mind and watching her now, all he wanted to do was take her home, fuck her, and make her theirs once again.
“Did you see the way she looked at us?” Scott asked.
“What?”
Scott chuckled. “You really need to start thinking about something else here.” He rolled his eyes. “Connie wanted to kiss us when he turned up.”
“She did?”
“You were too busy looking at all the men, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, did you see the way they were watching her?” He didn’t like it. She belonged to them, and he had a little jealous streak.
She walked over to them, carrying two beers. “I hope you boys have a good time.”
“We’ll have an even better time later,” Beau said.
“Beau’s or my place?” Scott asked.
The blush on her cheeks deepened and he saw her get flushed.
She glanced around. “I figured you guys could stay here, if you don’t mind?”
“What time are you planning on closing?” Scott asked.
“A little after midnight.”
“We’ll stay,” Beau said.
He wanted to be inside her again, and the only way to do that was to stick around. Scott talked about a couple of his clients and some of the new workouts he was trying. Beau didn’t go to the gym. He lifted weights at home and sometimes went for a run. He only ever needed the additional exercise when his life wasn’t going how he wanted it to.
The crowd built up and Connie kept bringing them beers, cleaning up. He watched as she chatted with customers, creating a relationship with everyone.
Men gravitated toward her, her sweet smile drawing them in.
The place got way too busy and just before midnight when it was time to leave, a couple of men broke into a fight over a pool game gone bad.
Scott was already into the action, using one of the pool sticks to restrain the man who wouldn’t back down. The cops were called and Beau held the crowd back. No damage was done as the cops didn’t take long to respond. Connie hated violence and she didn’t want her bar to get a bad reputation.
With that in mind, it gave them all the perfect excuse for clearing people out. Those who had drunk too much, Connie had already called cabs for, or relatives. She had a list of people to call in the event of someone drinking too much.
Beau saw the last guy out, locking the door.
Scott had a mop in hand, and Connie was out in the back. They all cleaned up. This wasn’t their first time doing this.
His cock hardened at the thought of fucking her, of having her naked body between them.
After an hour, she came out the back, carrying a tray with food. “Do you want to eat here or upstairs?”
They had yet to see her living space, and Beau wanted to get to know her better.
“Upstairs,” he and Scott said at the same time.
She chuckled. “You want to see my lair?”
“You’re a mystery, Connie, no doubt about that.”
“Not much of a mystery. Believe me.” She moved toward the back, off the kitchen. Everything was locked up.
Scott got the door for her, and Beau followed close behind. He didn’t like the thought of her being out here all alone, but no one had tried to break into the bar.
There was another door, and she handed him the tray as she opened it and turned off an alarm.
“Rick, one of the cops, came by late one night after I called in a suspicious noise. We think it was a wild animal or something. He advised I get a bit more security. I also have a direct line to the station,” she said. “I’m not one for a lot of alarms, but in this day and age, you can never be too careful.” She flicked on the light.
Her home above the bar smelled fresh. No lingering scent of fried food. She quickly closed the curtains, and he took in the sight of her main sitting room.
It wasn’t a big space. Enough room for one cozy sofa, a television. She had several shelves of books though. Some fiction, mostly cooking. He also noticed a sketchpad on the floor. It was closed and he had to wonder if she liked to draw.
She took the tray from him and moved toward another small room.
“I don’t have much, but
