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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1KATIE

  CHAPTER 2DYLAN

  CHAPTER 3CALEB

  CHAPTER 4KATIE

  CHAPTER 5ANDREW

  CHAPTER 6WYATT

  CHAPTER 7KATIE

  CHAPTER 8DYLAN

  CHAPTER 9CALEB

  CHAPTER 10KATIE

  CHAPTER 11ANDREW

  CHAPTER 12WYATT

  CHAPTER 13DYLAN

  CHAPTER 14KATIE

  CHAPTER 15CALEB

  CHAPTER 16ANDREW

  CHAPTER 17KATIE

  CHAPTER 18WYATT

  CHAPTER 19ANDREW

  CHAPTER 20KATIE

  CHAPTER 21DYLAN

  CHAPTER 22CALEB

  CHAPTER 23WYATT

  CHAPTER 24KATIE

  CHAPTER 25ANDREW

  CHAPTER 26CALEB

  CHAPTER 27KATIE

  CHAPTER 28DYLAN

  CHAPTER 29WYATT

  CHAPTER 30KATIE

  CHAPTER 31ANDREW

  CHAPTER 32KATIE

  CHAPTER 33KATIE

  CHAPTER 34CALEB

  CHAPTER 35DYLAN

  CHAPTER 36CALEB

  CHAPTER 37KATIE

  CHAPTER 38WYATT

  CHAPTER 39ANDREW

  CHAPTER 40KATIE

  EPILOGUE

  Her Best Men

  A Reverse Harem Romance

  Contents

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

  Exclusive: Step Daddy Desires

  6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

  Christmas With the McCormick Brothers

  Best Seller: The Better Brother

  Rye Hart Sneak Peeks

  Copyright

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  PROLOGUE

  Andrew pulled me off the couch and crashed his lips into mine. I melted into his embrace, feeling the brothers surrounding me. Andrew's muscles were twitching, and his cock was throbbing, and he was aching to be close to me.

  As the guys undressed me, happiness shot through my veins. I missed them. More than I could stand.

  “I missed you guys so much,” I said in a whisper, trying not to cry. “Thank you for not giving up when I did.”

  “We’ll never give up on ya, pretty lady,” Andrew said. “But I know how you can make it up to us.”

  His voice was hot against my ear as I leaned into his naked body.

  “How’s that?” I asked.

  “I want you to show us how you pleasured yourself in all those fantasies as a teenager,” Andrew said. “I think we all wanna see what we do to ya.”

  I shuddered at the thought as I took their hands and led them into my bedroom.

  I opened my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator. They gathered around my bed, their cocks hard and dripping for me.

  I laid down with my legs spread wide, watching as Andrew and Caleb both licked their lips. I grinned as I turned on the vibrator, running the thick toy down my body. I traced it around my nipples, pulling them to hard peaks with the vibrations.

  I squirmed as my free hand ran through my hair, biting my lip and putting on a show for them. I could hear their hands rubbing their dicks, their eyes hooked on me as the vibrator traveled closer to my wet pussy.

  I traced it around my swollen clit as my heels pressed into the mattress.

  I cupped my tit with my free hand, tugging at my nipple and sighing with relief. My juices were dripping, glistening against the hole I knew Andrew was already eyeing.

  I slid the thick toy deep inside of me, bucking relentlessly against it as I watched them tug on their cocks. I moaned their names, chanting for their bodies as I felt my orgasm rising up throughout my body.

  Before my back could collapse to the bed, Andrew reached for the toy. He pulled it from my body.

  "You're so fucking hot. Get ready to come again on top of me, baby. We’ll give you the wildest fucking night of your life."

  I knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

  CHAPTER 1

  KATIE

  “Would you have ever thought them Lee brothers woulda done all this?” Lizzie asked.

  “What did she say?” Whitney asked.

  “My accent’s not that bad. Git ya ears checked,” Lizzie said.

  I giggled. “She asked me if I ever imagined the Lee brothers becoming so rich,” I said.

  “I mean, it is a good question,” Whitney said. “I don’t know them personally, but you talked a lot about them in school.”

  “That’s because the four o’ them were like peas in a pod. Ya know, always hangin’ ‘round and knockin’ on her door. I’m shocked she didn’t date none of ‘em,” Lizzie said.

  “I’m really going to have to work on understanding you,” Whitney said.

  “It is a beautiful place,” I said.

  I gazed out the window of the bathroom as I looked across the fields. So much had changed over the past eight years. I obtained my law degree and passed the bar so I could practice in the great State of Texas. I was engaged to a man who stood by me when my mother got sick and held me up when I could no longer hold myself up. Michael had his faults, but he had been there for me through the worst of times. When my mother first got sick, he was there to hold me and let me cry. When my mother wasted away from her chemotherapy treatments, he was the one to fly me back and forth on the weekends, so I could bounce between Texas and New York.

  And when my mother died, he was the one that not only arranged her funeral for me but paid for it as well.

  My mother’s sickness came as a shock to everyone. She had worked hard all her life but had always managed to keep a positive outlook on things. She kept herself as healthy as she could and went on long walks to keep herself physically active. Out of all the things to ail her, cancer was the last thing anyone could have expected.

  “You still hangin’ in there?” Lizzie asked.

  “The question is, should she still be?” Whitney said.

  “Do you guys think I’m making the right decision?” I asked.

  “Glad ya finally asked someone,” Lizzie said. “Though ya coulda done it before your fuckin’ rehearsal dinner.”

  “Get off it, Liz,” Whitney said. “This is serious.”

  “Yes, it is. If ya want my solid opinion, Michael’s a shitbag,” Lizzie said.

  “He’
s got his good points,” Whitney said. “But I’m not sure they outweigh the bad.”

  “He was there through everything with my mother,” I said.

  “Them Lee brothers were, too,” Lizzie said.

  “They’ve always been there. That wasn’t shocking,” I said. “But Michael? He was shocking.”

  “And you like that about him?” Whitney asked.

  “I don’t know. Everyone has their faults, Whitney. Everyone. Even me. But that doesn’t negate what he did for me while my mother was dying. All the flights he paid for, and the funeral he helped me plan. When I figured out my mom didn’t have life insurance, he stepped in without a second thought. He paid off the house so it wouldn’t rest on my shoulders and paid for the funeral.”

  “If ya like money, them Lee brothers got a ton of it,” Lizzie said.

  “I get it. I know where you stand. You want me to end up with one of them, but that’s not happening.”

  “Why not?” Whitney asked.

  “They didn’t want me when I was younger, so they sure as hell aren’t gonna want me now,” I said.

  “You really stuck on that shit? You were eighteen. All of them were fuckin’ graduated. Can’t blame them for not wantin’ to date some immature high schooler. I should know. I did that shit with ya,” Lizzie said.

  “I wasn’t that bad in high school,” I said.

  “You were a firecracker. Worst I’d ever seen. Everythin’ was a competition, and you were in it to win it,” Lizzie said.

  “I didn’t know you in high school, but I can vouch for that, too. When I met you my freshman year of college, you were the same way,” Whitney said.

  “Things change. People change. Doesn’t mean any of those brothers want me now. Look, I don’t want to hop into the arms of another man. I’m only wondering if I should be hopping into the arms of this man,” I said.

  “He changed ya,” Lizzie said. “You ain’t the same girl I knew.”

  “High school was seven years ago. I hope I’m not the same person,” I said.

  “He did change you,” Whitney agreed with Lizzie.

  “No, losing my mother changed me,” I said.

  “Look, ya wanted our opinion, so there it is,” Lizzie said. “Don’t marry the man. He’s an asshole.”

  “And a womanizer,” Whitney said.

  “You’re still on that tangent?” I asked.

  “You haven’t seen him do the things I’ve seen. Katie, that man checks out women while you’re right there. He’ll be the first to cheat on you and the last to feel bad about it. Don’t think you have to marry this man because he threw some money at you and was there when your mother passed. You don’t owe him anything.”

  “I do,” I said. “I owe him a lot.”

  “You don’t owe no man shit,” Lizzie said. “That’s another way he’s changed ya. Got ya hangin’ in there like a hair on a biscuit ‘cause he’s got you thinkin’ you owe him shit.”

  “A hair on a biscuit? Are you for real?” Whitney asked.

  “Welcome to Texas, sweet cheeks. Where the tea’s as twangy as the language we speak,” Lizzie said with a grin.

  I knew they were right, but my mind was swirling too much to say anything. It was my rehearsal dinner the night before my wedding, and I was just now considering this? I was getting cold feet. That was all this was. There was no way in hell I was making the wrong decision. Michael was a good man. Lizzie and Whitney just didn’t know him like I did. They hadn’t been there all those nights he had held me together when my momma was dying.

  And whose eyes didn’t wander in a relationship? My eyes wandered. I noticed all the brothers there tonight. How wonderful they all looked and how much they had changed over the years. But I wasn’t touching them, and I sure wasn’t going home with them.

  That was the difference.

  Michael wasn’t touching any of these women or going home with them. He was staying committed to me like he had been through my mother’s death.

  “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get back out there.”

  “Told ya,” Lizzie said.

  “Told you what?” I asked.

  “I bet Whitney here ten bucks you’d still go out there and get yourself married,” Lizzie said.

  “Really, Whitney? Gambling’s illegal in the State of Texas,” I said.

  “Glad to see that bar exam did you some good,” Whitney said with a smile. “But Lizzie was right. I figured us talking to you would snap some sense into that head of yours.”

  “Can we just try to get through this?” I asked.

  “You should never have to feel like you’re ‘getting through’ something like this,” Whitney said. “That tells me right there that this is a bad idea.”

  “Quit the yappin’. She’s made up her mind,” Lizzie said.

  I sighed as we left the bathroom and made our way back to the dinner.

  I headed back to my table, trying to ignore the people around me. The ballroom was beautifully decorated, but if I paid attention to it too much, I would start thinking about the brothers again. When Michael proposed and expressed to me that we could move anywhere in the country I wanted to, I was excited to go back home. Dallas, Texas would always hold my heart, especially since I didn’t blend in with the city like I thought I would. My muddy old cowboy boots and my cut-off jeans weren’t something people saw every day in New York City, and I had to quickly trade them for more professional clothing and toned-down colors.

  I was glad to get back to my roots.

  The brothers had accomplished a lot in my absence. The four of them owned a string of ranch resorts that fused the decadence of first-class with the warm, soothing feel of country life. “Leewardly Ranch Resort” had become a familiar name throughout the state, and it was quickly gaining ground all over the country. So, when I started planning my wedding, I couldn't think of any other place I would rather be.

  But as I sat down by Michael, my presence went unacknowledged. He continued talking to someone beside him and paid me no attention. He didn’t look over at me or address me in any way. He didn’t slip his hand onto my knee like he used to or wrap his arm around the back of my chair. It was like I was non-existent to him, even though this was our rehearsal dinner.

  Even though I was about to be his wife.

  I sighed as I sat back in my chair, my eyes scanning the beautiful ballroom. It had a country feel to it, with all the shiplap and the distressed beams that held up the high ceiling. The chandelier was covered in mason jars. It cast light in all different directions, illuminating even the darkest of corners. The blonde hardwood floors were a steep contrast to the dark-tinted shiplap, but all of it was fused together by one element: the beautiful view of a field from the windows that wrapped around the room.

  “How’s your food, Michael?”

  He stopped his conversation midway and slowly panned his gaze toward me.

  “Hm?” he asked.

  “Your food. How is it? Cooked the way you like? I made sure to talk to the chef for you,” I said.

  “It’s okay. It’s not really for us anyway. You know all of this is for them,” he said.

  “It could be a little for us, too. It’s why I booked the ballroom, so we could dance a little.”

  “Don’t be stupid, Katie. We can’t dance at our rehearsal dinner. It’s bad luck.”

  “Stupid?” I asked. “Since when is dancing at a dinner stupid and bad luck?”

  “Hold on,” he said before returning to his prior conversation.

  I was stunned. Had he really just called me stupid? I could see some of the glances from the other women around the table, but they weren’t glances of pity. Instead, they were glances of understanding. Trying to silently soothe me into a lifestyle I had chosen. They sat with their hands crossed in their lap and their hair perfectly done. Their makeup was spot-on, and their dresses didn’t have a wrinkle in them. They were nothing but trophies to the men sitting beside them as laughter erupted from the table.

>   Laughter that made me wince.

  Michael and I hadn’t laughed like that together in so long.

  “I’m going to go get a drink. Would you like anything, Michael?”

  “You shouldn't be drinking tonight, Katie. You know how you get when you drink,” he said.

  “It’s only a small glass of wine,” I said. “Would you like something? A beer, maybe?”

  “When have you ever seen me drink beer?”

  The look on his face reached out and painted that word on my forehead. Stupid. Michael was looking at me as if I was an idiot.

  “Be right back,” I said, murmuring.

  I got up from my chair and walked quickly by Whitney and Lizzie. I made my way to the bar, my hands trembling as tears threatened to flood my eyes. The bartender was looking at me with this pathetic glance as he poured me a glass of merlot, and I sipped on it as I sighed and closed my eyes.

  “Ah, there she is,” a familiar voice said.

  “The beautiful blushing bride.”

  “You look wonderful tonight, doll.”

  “Wine? Since when do you drink wine?”

  “Hey there, guys,” I said with a grin.

  I embraced all four of the brothers as they stood around me.

  “And to answer your question, Caleb, I’ve been drinking the stuff for years,” I said.

  “I can dump it and get ya a decent beer if ya want,” Caleb said.

  “I’m good. The last thing I need to be doing is getting drunk at my rehearsal dinner,” I said.

  “Who said anythin’ ‘bout gettin’ drunk?” Andrew asked.

  “I just want to make sure Michael knows I’m not getting wasted over here, okay?” I asked.

  “Uh-huh,” Wyatt said. “Well, if ya want anythin’ different, ya let us know. We’ll hook ya up.”

  “Katie, there’s somethin’ in your eyes that ain’t right,” Dylan said. “Talk to us, doll.”

  I should’ve known better than to think I could hide this from them.

  “I’m not sure I’m making the right choice,” I said.

  “Why not?” Wyatt asked. “He done somethin’ to you?”

  “I’ll beat his fuckin’ face in,” Andrew said.

  “Slow down, guys,” I said.

  “Yes. Give Katie some room to breathe and process,” Dylan said. “When she’s got her thoughts together, she’ll talk.”