But as he stared at Sparrow talking with the other men, he could see that his mate really did love his job. A few of the residents came out, staring at what was going on and Sparrow immediately went to them, reassuring the residents that everything was fine.

The man was the perfect person for the job. He cared about the community and Clayton knew it wasn't this exciting all the time.

Especially now that the hoodlums had been cleaned out of the park.

Sparrow walked over to him, kissing Clayton on the lips. "I guess you can stop worrying about me now."

Clayton breathed Sparrow's scent in and his chest tightened at how much he loved this guy. "That's going to be a problem, sheriff, because I'll never stop worrying about you."

Sparrow grinned as he grabbed Clayton's hand. "Come on. Josh is waiting on us and I want to see our son."

Clayton followed Sparrow to the truck.

He'd always follow Sparrow no matter where the man led him. He had a family now, a son, two mates, and Clayton wasn't sure how he ended up being so lucky, but he knew he would never take his family for granted and he would never stop worrying about them.

He never would have guessed he could love his family so much, but as he gazed at Sparrow, he knew that love would only strengthen over time.

Josh sat curled up on the couch as he watched Sparrow's sister and Clayton's parents fuss over Kane. Clayton's parents had brought so many gifts that Josh was surprised they got everything past airport security.

"He's so beautiful," Angelina said. "I'm going to be spoiling my nephew rotten."

They'd let her in on their little bear shifter secret. Angelina had been stunned, and then pissed that Sparrow hadn't told her before Josh had given birth. She complained that she'd missed out on his entire pregnancy.

Sparrow had reassured her that Kane wouldn't be the last baby.

Josh wasn't so sure about that.

Sparrow walked into the living room, grabbing Josh off of the couch. It had been three weeks since he'd given birth and he finally felt like his old self again.

"Why are you taking me away?" Josh asked as he stared at Angelina holding his son.

"He'll be fine," Ang said. "I think I can manage to watch after him while Sparrow steals you away."

Josh hesitated but Sparrow was insistent. He pulled Josh off of his feet and tossed him over the man's broad shoulder.

"Put me down," Josh said, feeling his face heat with embarrassment. Sparrow ignored his protest as he carried Josh upstairs. He wasn't sure what was going on until Sparrow entered their bedroom, locked the door, and then set Josh on his feet.

Clayton walked out of the bathroom buck naked, wearing only a seductive grin. Josh's heart began to beat faster when he saw just how hard Clayton was.

He turned to Sparrow to see the sheriff getting undressed. "What are you guys up to?"

"Something very naughty," Clayton answered as he moved closer. "It's been three weeks since I've had a piece of you and I'm horny as hell."

Josh backed up, only to run into a solid wall of muscle. Sparrow was directly behind him, stopping Josh from getting away.

"Where are you going, darling?" Sparrow's warm breath whispered across Josh's ear. "We're just getting started."

Clayton cupped his face. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

Oh, this wasn't good. These two had a wicked gleam in their eyes, telling Josh that things were about to indeed get naughty.

"No," he answered.

The side of Clayton's mouth turned up into a smile as he cupped Josh's face. "I love you, Joshua Abrams."

Josh's throat grew tight as he gazed up into Clayton's dark eyes. Sparrow's heat pressed into his back as his sheriff slid his arms around Josh's waist. "I love you as well."

Josh blinked away the moisture in his eyes. "You're only saying that because I popped a baby out for you," he teased, feeling his insides turn into jelly. Even though he'd been with both men for months now, he still got nervous when they were intimate together.

He knew over time that he would get used to their relationship, but it was still so new, still so exciting. He prayed that feeling never went away.

"There's that," Sparrow said. "But I can guarantee it's not the only reason."

Josh groaned when Sparrow began to kiss along the back of his neck. He tilted his head to the side as Clayton dropped to his knees, unfastening his pants before taking them off. Josh hissed when Clayton swallowed his cock.

"You like that?" Sparrow asked, lifting Josh's shirt until he pulled it over Josh's head.

"Yyes." Josh shuddered as Sparrow moved away. But he was back seconds later, lube in hand.

Clayton licked along Josh's shaft, sending currents of electricity along his spine. He was close. It had been just as long for him and he was ready to explode.

And then Sparrow shoved two fingers into Josh's ass.

"Ah," Josh shouted, his hips bucking forward as he came down Clayton's throat. Sparrow wiggled his fingers, making Josh's climax shoot even higher. Clayton sucked every drop of seed before pulling back, rising from his knees.

Josh slumped against Sparrow's chest.

"Oh, we're not done," Clayton said. "Not by a long shot."

A third finger slid into Josh's ass, making his knees wobble. Clayton chuckled. "Let's get him on the bed before he collapses."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Sparrow removed his fingers and then lifted Josh into his arms. Josh didn't object to being carried. He was too boneless to argue.

Sparrow laid Josh down and then winked at him. "I think maybe you should just watch me fuck Clayton."

Josh's interest perked up, along with his cock. He turned on his side and greedily drank the sight in as Sparrow stretched Clayton. Watching two large, muscular men getting hot and heavy was the biggest turn-on Josh had ever experienced. They were like two titans clashing together, a hell of a lot more aggressive with each other than they were with Josh.

He was okay with that. Josh didn't like to be handled roughly. But he knew that Clayton and Sparrow weren't always soft and gentle. The men needed an outlet for their aggression and they had each other for that.

Besides, it was sexy as hell to watch the two go at it.

Sparrow wrestled Clayton down, both grunting, sensual heat in their eyes. Josh palmed his cock, giving himself lazy strokes as Sparrow tossed Clayton onto his hands and knees and drove his cock deep.

Josh's heart thundered at he watched.

"Damn it, Sparrow," Clayton said before he hissed. "One of these days I'm going to beat the hell out of you for tossing me around."

Sparrow slapped a hand on Clayton's ass. "You like it and you know it."

Josh chuckled. Clayton may protest, but Sparrow was right. Clayton looked like he was in heaven as the sheriff began to pound into Clayton's ass.

He didn't care how many times he watched the two, it was always fascinating to him. Josh moved closer, licking along Clayton's lips as Sparrow snapped his hips. Clayton moaned into his mouth before pulling away.

"Get under me," Clayton said. "I want to feel your tight ass around my cock."

Sparrow slowed and Josh could see the raw heat in the guy's eyes. "You heard the man."

Josh slipped under Clayton, lifting his legs to wrap around his mate's waist. Sparrow held his ankles as Clayton worked his shaft into Josh's ass. He rolled his eyes, his body humming to life as he was filled. "I thought I was supposed to watch?"

Clayton growled deep into Josh's ear. "You are watching."

Josh's thoughts fled as Clayton began to move. His fingers dug into Clayton's shoulders as he moaned.

He knew he could get pregnant again. The possibility was strong. They had all agreed that they wanted a large family. Josh just didn't plan on popping cubs out one after the other.

But as he looked into Clayton's eyes, and then Sparrow's, he knew he could never deny either man. If he got pregnant, they'd deal with it, just like they had before.

He nipped Clayton's ear, whispering, "I love you."

"You better be saying that to me," Sparrow said from behind Clayton.

"Or what?" Josh asked, feeling a bit mischievous. "You'll give me another speeding ticket?"

Sparrow threw his head back and laughed as the three slowed, taking their time exploring one another. Their mating might not have been conventional, but Josh didn't care.

He was in the arms of two men who loved him and his life couldn't be better.

Sparrow sat on the back porch, looking through the files he'd taken from his desk as he sipped his cold glass of tea.

They were old case files on jobs he'd done in the past. He kept that part of his life hidden. It was so long ago and he wanted to keep it in the past.

That's why he hadn't wanted Dunham to get his hands on them.

The trial against the dealers was still pending.

He should have known that Armstrong was a cop. Especially given the way he moved in the diner when he took the robbers down. His moves had been too strategic for a drug dealer.

He closed the files and tucked them beside him when Josh brought Kane outside. "Your son wants you."

Sparrow reached for Kane, cuddling the cub close. Josh took a seat next to him, both gazing off into the dwindling sunlight. Clayton came out, taking a seat next to Josh.

The three sat there on the back porch, enjoying each other's company as Sparrow gazed down into Kane's handsome face. His life had taken a turn when he'd finally stopped running and given in to what he really wanted.

He tucked Kane close and sat back, staring at the men who made up his entire world.

THE END.

COWBOY RESCUE.

Bear County.

Lynn Hagen.

Chapter One.

"You are smoking hot." Bryson shook his head and tried again. "Do those jeans come in another size? Because I'd love to squeeze into them." He groaned at himself in the mirror, feeling as if he would never be able to let the new waiter at the Ugly Broad know how he felt. Every line he thought up sounded juvenile to him.

It shouldn't be this hard to come up with a suave pickup line. But every time he thought one up, it sounded even dumber than the one before.

Bryson was never going to get a date with the guy.

He reexamined himself in the full-length, antique mirror given to him by his mother. The swivel mirror had been in his family for generations. The wood had a cherry finish, some places showing wear. She'd given it to him as a gift when he'd moved out and Bryson cherished the heirloom.

He turned sideways to make sure he looked good not only in the front, but in the back as well. His jeans fit nicely and the blue polo showed off his profusion of muscles. His belt was thick and made of leather, the buckle shining, showing off the Triple-B logo.

Bryson picked up his brush off the dresser and ran it through his short brown hair, hoping he looked as dapper as he felt. He'd been fussing in the mirror for over an hour.

This was as good as it was going to get.

He knew he was a bit rugged looking and most men were intimidated by his size. Bryson hoped that wasn't the case with Milo McNeal.

He loved saying and thinking that name. The two words had a nice ring to them and rolled through his mind smoothly.

Setting his brush aside, Bryson grabbed his cologne and splashed some over his neck. Next he grabbed his wallet and keys. He took one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. The steps creaked under his weight and his heart hammered at the thought of seeing Milo at the saloon.

Dresden and Noah let go of a low whistle at the same time as Bryson entered the living room. He felt his neck, ears, and cheeks heat under their scrutiny.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Noah asked as he grabbed one of the triplets-Bryson still had trouble telling them apart, especially in their bear form-and wrestled a shoe away from the cub's mouth.

Bryson chewed his lower lip, wondering if he should tell them. To hell with it. If things went as well as he hoped, the two would find out soon enough. "Milo," Bryson answered.

"The new waiter at the bar?" Dresden asked.

"You don't have to make it sound like I don't have a chance in heheck." He quickly corrected his language around the babies. Bryson reached up and swiped away a bead of sweat forming on his temple. It wasn't hot in the room. The house was temperature controlled, which kept the muggy summer days from invading the interior. The line of perspiration only signified how nervous he was.