Sins of the Past (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

that? What would happen if she chose them both and then they decided that they couldn’t share? There was no way she could pick between the two. Their friendship would crumble and it would be all her fault. If she chose Jacob, then Cole would always be on the outside. How could she look at the man and know he had feelings for her that he couldn’t do anything about? Would he eventually get tired of having to see them together and leave?
    No matter how Lorna thought of it, the situation always seemed to end up with the same outcome. In her mind, she was the one who tore apart their friendship. She couldn’t let that happen. No matter how she felt about Jacob and Cole, there was no way she could come between the two of them. She may have been a slut for considering sleeping with two men, but there was no way she would become like her mother and tear relationships apart. That was where she drew the line.
    Lorna pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch and curled up with it. She knew what she had to do. She would go to their dinner tomorrow night and tell them there could be nothing but friendship between the three of them. As her eyes drifted closed, Lorna just hoped she could keep a straight face and not show how much of a lie it was when she told them.
     
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    “Stop pacing. You’re driving me crazy.”
    Cole stopped and looked at Jacob. “I can’t help it. With everything you told me about her mom, do you think she’ll even agree to this?”
    Jacob flipped the burgers that he had on the grill. They didn’t need flipping, but he did it anyway just so he could have something to do to keep himself from pacing like his best friend. He was nervous as hell that Lorna wouldn’t show up, but he had no plans of taking no for an answer. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the three of them belonged together. They just fit. “We’ll probably have to convince her, but I’m up for it.”
    Cole grinned. “Yeah, I can think of a few creative ways to do that.”
    Before Jacob could tell Cole to stop thinking with his dick, the woman in question came around the side of the house. He almost swallowed his tongue at the outfit she was wearing. The red halter top seemed to glow against the caramel of her skin and stopped right before the waistband of her shorts, giving him a peek at her belly with each step she took. The cut-off jean shorts were so worn that they were almost threadbare. Jacob was tempted to pull on one of the threads to see if they would unravel for him. He scanned his eyes down her legs and almost came in his jeans at the sight of her toes. The red nail polish matched her shirt and made his mouth water at the thought of sucking each one.
    “Hi guys. I didn’t know what all we were having, so I brought baked beans.”
    Jacob had been too busy admiring her outfit to even notice the bowl Lorna had been carrying. He took it from her when she held it out and lost his breath. The groan from Cole behind him let him know that the man was just as affected from the sight before them. The bowl had been covering up the fact that the halter dipped down between her breasts, giving them a spectacular view of her cleavage. He was tempted to skip dinner and the talk altogether and bury his face in her chest right then and there.
    “Go ahead and grab a beer and a seat. As soon as I get the burgers off the grill, we can eat,” Jacob said, proud that his voice came out normal. He adjusted his cock in his shorts as he turned away. The thing was straining against his zipper begging for some attention.
    He could hear Cole talking to Lorna, but he had no idea what the man was saying to her. His nerves eased a little when he heard Lorna laugh. At least there was no tension between the two of them. That was a start at least. Once he had the burgers on the plate and the gas on the grill turned off, Jacob grabbed his cane and headed over to the table. Cole was already seated next to Lorna, so he took the seat directly across from her. He needed to be able to see her face when they talked. When it came to emotions, the woman was an open book. Everything she was feeling was showing directly on her face and Jacob needed to see that to know how she was feeling about their proposal.
    They sat in silence as they ate and Jacob felt the tension between the three of them growing with each passing minute. He had no idea how to diffuse the situation. How was he supposed to start a conversation about