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  The Men from Nowhere, North Dakota

  Warming Laurel A to Z

  Laurel Fairweather’s attempt to elude her stepfather’s plans for Fairweather Cosmetics landed her on a snow-covered doorstep in the middle of nowhere, Nowhere, North Dakota.

  Aidan and Zander Miller, the twin titans of the technology world, dreamed of finding the one woman who would be perfect for both of them. The brothers spotted Laurel Fairweather’s photograph in a business magazine and they knew she was that woman. They also knew their dream would never become a reality in the middle of Nowhere, North Dakota.

  When a half-frozen Laurel stumbles into their lives and into their arms, Aidan and Zander discover reality is even better than fantasy. A and Z will do whatever it takes to keep her in their lives, in their arms, and in their bed.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 28,685 words

  WARMING LAUREL A TO Z

  The Men from Nowhere, North Dakota

  Libby Calvincourt

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  WARMING LAUREL A TO Z

  Copyright © 2015 by Libby Calvincourt

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  DEDICATION

  To Ram—thanks for being my inspiration.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  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

  About the Author

  WARMING LAUREL A TO Z

  The Men from Nowhere, North Dakota

  LIBBY CALVINCOURT

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter 1

  “Look out for the tree,” Holly shouted as the rental car ploughed into the evergreen that appeared out of nowhere. Well, it seemed like it appeared out of nowhere to Laurel who was driving the car.

  The airbags exploded as the car crashed into the tree. Three separate screams cut through the air and then nothing.

  Laurel Fairweather, the eldest of the three Fairweather sisters, tried not to panic. “Holly, Ivy, are you guys okay?”

  “Jeez, Laurel,” Ivy, who was sitting in the backseat, exclaimed, “are you trying to kill us? We just escaped our bastard of a stepfather’s little trap and now you’re driving the car into trees.”

  Ignoring Ivy, Laurel reached over and touched Holly’s shoulder. “Oh my God,” Laurel whispered, “Holly’s bleeding.”

  “Holly, Holls, Holly?” Laurel gently shook Holly’s shoulder, trying desperately to get a response.

  “Damn,” Ivy exclaimed, “my stupid door is jammed.” Ivy struggled to get out of the backseat so she could aid their baby sister.

  “Hang on,” Laurel said as she climbed out of the jeep. This is a mess, Laurel thought as she looked at the precarious position of the car. The tree had actually saved them from going into a snow-filled ravine.

  “Holly moaned,” Ivy exclaimed from the backseat. “That’s a good sign, right?”

  Laurel pushed the snow out of the way of the door. With all of her might she pushed on the door handle. The door flew open and Laurel fell out of the car. Standing up she brushed the snow off her bottom trying to examine their surroundings. It was pretty much total darkness. “Why can’t accidents occur on a bright, sunny day?” she asked out loud though it was really more of question to herself.

  “Well,” Ivy replied, “if it was a bright sunny day we would not have been able to evade dear old stepdaddy’s minions. So, I, for one, am very glad that the weather is rotten. I hope it stays like this till stepdemon gets bored or he figures out another way to get his hands on our mother’s money.”

  “My head hurts,” Holly mumbled from her seat in the shotgun position.

  “Oh, Holly,” Laurel exclaimed, “I am so happy to hear your voice.”

  “Well,” Holly replied, “the two of you arguing is enough to wake the dead.”

  “Sorry,” Ivy and Laurel said simultaneously.

  “We are about twenty miles from the house Nana left us. We certainly can’t walk it and we can’t stay here, we’ll freeze to death,” Laurel stated as a matter of fact.

  “Look over there.” Laurel pointed to smoke billowing out of a chimney. “I’ll walk to the house and then have the owners come back with me to get you.” She paused. “Ivy, help me get Holly into the backseat. I’ll get the extra blankets and you guys can huddle together to keep warm.”

  Ivy opened the front door. Holly’s beautiful blonde hair was matted with blood. “Oh Holly, honey, you’re a mess,” Ivy exclaimed as she examined her little sis. She smiled to he
rself. Holly was a grown woman but to Ivy and Laurel she would always be the baby, the one they would protect over all others.

  “Okay, Holly,” Ivy said, “wrap your arms around me.”

  “Why do you guys always make such a big deal over me? I’m perfectly fine.” Holly let out a low groan. “Crap, my foot is messed up.”

  “Oh, God,” Ivy breathed as she looked at Holly’s foot. “Laurel, I think Holly’s foot is broken.”

  Ivy gently guided Holly to the backseat. “So, the plan is for me and Holly to stay here and not die, while you traipse through the countryside looking for help. That doesn’t sound like much of a plan,” Ivy said as she examined the seating arrangement. “I’ll take care of Holly, Laurel,” Ivy added. “You promise not to die. One, we need you to find someone to rescue us. Two, we need your beautiful mind to thwart stepdemon’s attempt to take over the company.”

  Laurel smiled. Even these horrible circumstances didn’t seem so bad when Ivy was her usual snarky self. “You guys need to keep each other warm. If I’m not back by morning, Ivy you’re going to try to find another house. If someone rescues you, leave a note. My cell is almost dead.”

  “It’s probably not getting any bars anyway,” Ivy mumbled because her face was wrapped in a blanket. “Laurel, you do realize I’m twenty-four and Holly’s twenty-three?”

  Laurel smiled to herself. She would always be the oldest, even if she was only a year older than Ivy and two years older than Holly. It was her job to take care of her sisters, whether they wanted to be taken care of or not.

  “I love you guys,” Laurel said as she closed the door, securing her younger sisters in the car. “Don’t open the door again, keep the heat in.”

  She pulled on her gloves and trudged through the snow away from her sisters and to the billow of smoke that hopefully would lead her to their rescuers. Laurel wrapped the scarf tightly around her face. How many neighbors did Nana say the house had? Three, Laurel thought. Each was a good fifteen to twenty miles away from their house and they were about twenty minutes from the house so the neighbors were relatively close to the location of the wrecked car. The girls wanted solitude but it might be dangerous if tonight’s extravaganza was any indicator of their future in the wilderness. Three women alone in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere, North Dakota. Laurel would have laughed at the irony if she wasn’t freezing.

  Oh my god, what if I can’t find my sisters? She unwrapped one of her scarves and tied it around a tree. Well, at least it’s not bread crumbs. Her sisters also had the Find My Phone App, so, if the phones weren’t dead and the house had internet access she would be able to find her sisters. The scarf was a good idea just in case all of their phones died.

  Show tunes popped into her head. I’m going to sing show tunes. Laurel and her sisters loved Broadway. She belted out “Mamma Mia.” When she finished that one she continued with “Hello Dolly.” Next was “Oklahoma” followed by “I’m Just a Girl Who Can’t Say No.” Laurel couldn’t feel her feet, and her hands were numb from the cold. The singing kept her going, but she was just too cold to sing anything else. For the first time she thought she might not make it. “No,” she said to herself, “my job is to save my sisters. I will always save my sisters.” She stumbled and almost fell into the snow. She trudged on ever so slowly gaining ground in her quest to find the house.

  Then she saw it, a house with lights on. The house looked warm and inviting. Strangely she felt like she was coming home. She laughed to herself. Maybe any house with lights on would feel like coming home.

  I just need to make it to the door. I just need to make it to the door. One step followed the next as she moved slowly forward. I can do this. I can do this. She made it on to the front porch. She almost cried with relief. Falling forward she leaned against the door and pounded with all her might, the meager amount of might that remained. Then she collapsed on the doorstep.

  Chapter 2

  “Hey, Zander,” Aidan yelled from the second floor of the impressive two-story home. “I think someone’s pounding on the door. Can you see who it is? Whoever it is must be pretty desperate to go out on a night like tonight?”

  “Yeah,” Zander replied, “I’ll check.”

  Aidan felt the chill of the outdoors when Zander opened the front door.

  “Holy Shit,” Zander exclaimed. “Aidan, get your ass down here.”

  Aidan was shocked to find Zander holding a woman in his arms. “She’s friggin’ frozen,” Zander exclaimed as he kicked the door closed.

  “Come on,” Zander said, walking quickly with his fragile burden to the guest room. “Strip, brother,” Zander commanded, “she’s gonna need both of our body heat.”

  Aidan quickly removed all of his clothes as Zander removed the clothes from the stranger. Aidan tried not to notice how fine she was. Her brown hair was streaked with golden highlights and her facial features were really stunning. She had plump lips, long dark lashes, and incredible cheekbones. Aidan let out a low whistle at the incredible body his brother unveiled as each layer of clothing was removed.

  “Stop gawking, asshole,” Zander said with disgust. “Help me get her clothes off.”

  Aidan unhooked her belt, undid the button to her low-rise jeans, and pulled down the zipper. He lifted her up, sliding the jeans over her ass and down her legs. The tiny thong she had on wasn’t worth removing, Aidan took it off anyway.

  Zander was naked, too. Aidan lay on the bed next to the mysterious stranger and pulled her against his chest. Her nipples were hard. He tried not to notice because he knew they were hard from being frozen, not because she was aroused. Hell, she wasn’t even conscious.

  “Damn, she’s like an ice cube,” Zander said as he got in bed behind her and slammed his body into hers. He tried not to notice his cock resting in her crack. She was so friggin’ cold. Zander was rubbing her arms and had her cold feet nestled in the warmth of his bare legs.

  “Where do you think she came from?” Aidan asked quietly. They’d been massaging her chilled body for over an hour trying to use their body heat to generate her body heat. She’d stopped shaking and seemed to be sleeping normally, so Aidan decided it was okay to talk, well, whisper.

  “Heaven, maybe,” Zander said with a smile. He was half serious. She was everything he and Aidan were physically attracted to in a woman. She was a petite little thing with a tiny waist, curvaceous ass, and way more than a mouthful of tits. “Seriously, I don’t know. Nobody comes to Nowhere. Ya’ know, Aidan, she looks a lot like Laurel Fairweather.”

  “Yep, Laurel Fairweather, of Fairweather Cosmetics half frozen and stranded in Nowhere, North Dakota. Let it go, brother, we are never gonna meet Ms. Laurel Fairweather. But our frozen friend, she’s really pretty,” Aidan said as he gazed at their houseguest.

  She moaned. The brothers immediately began to stroke her gently. “Did you get a look at her mouth?” Aidan asked quietly. “I’m trying not to think about the pleasure those rosy lips could deliver.”

  “Damn, Aidan,” Zander said. “We’re trying to help her, not screw her, dumbass.”

  Zander gently massaged her arms to generate more heat. Aidan was right, she was gorgeous and Zander would love for her to willingly wrap those rosy lips around his cock. “Do you think she might want us?” Zander asked tentatively. “Together.”

  “I hope so, bro,” Aidan replied.

  She moaned again. Aidan couldn’t stop himself. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Her lips were still cold. Aidan deepened the kiss, trying to force his heat into her frozen body. His cock jutted out as her mouth opened and her tongue stroked his in sensuous delight.

  “So good,” Aidan said.

  She turned her head toward Zander. He wanted to kiss her, too. Zander didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to take advantage of her. He wanted her aware and willing. Her hand reached up and pulled Zander’s head down.

  “Please,” she whispered in a husky, sexy voice, “please, I need more.”

  Zander leaned dow
n and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue against his, slowly at first and then with greater intensity. “More,” she moaned, “I want more.”

  “What do you want?” Aidan asked.

  “Touch me,” she whimpered. “I need it so bad.”

  The two men scooted in opposite directions so she laid flat on the bed between them. She was a feast for their eyes. “God, look at her tits,” Aidan breathed. “Her nipples are long and stiff just waiting for us to suck them.”

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned, “suck them.”

  Zander leaned over her and kissed her again, plunging his tongue deep in her throat. She moaned with pleasure.

  Aidan rolled her nipples until they were hard tight points. Then he leaned down and sucked. She moaned again, her feet and legs moving restlessly as her breasts, neck, and face were licked, sucked, and kissed.

  “It’s so good,” she murmured against Zander’s mouth. Zander gave her a quick kiss and then found her other breast with his mouth. Aidan was sucking on one sweet nipple and Zander was sucking on the other. He sucked on the soft giving flesh, intentionally marking her with a love bite. He’d never done that before. He wanted to mark her as his.

  Zander worked his way down her torso kissing and licking as Aidan continued to work her breasts. He spread her thighs and dipped his finger into her pussy. It was soaking wet and it was so hot. He plunged in one finger and then another, slowly stirring them and making her moan and thrash. He took the liquid from her core and rubbed her clit with it. She almost bounded off the bed. Zander licked his finger. “She tastes like heaven.”