Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
After a twenty-five-year career with the state police, Cameron Cook found the perfect “retirement” Head of Security at a sex-positive resort. A place that was judgement-free and where he could hopefully live his own truth. A truth he’d been hiding for decades.
Free-spirited yoga instructor Hope Reed suddenly found herself single after her boyfriend gave her an ultimatum. It was either him or the part-time position at the “immoral” Double D. The choice was easy. Now she’s happily helping the resort guests become more flexible and healthy, as well as taking advantage of everything the resort has to offer.
For the entirety of Nolan Young’s career as a state trooper, he hid the fact he was bisexual. Not only from his coworkers, but his closest friend. A man he lusted after since the day they met. Little does he know, his life’s about to change when Cam encourages Nolan to move up to the resort and take the Assistant Head of Security position. Because Cam also has a secret.
The two men not only discover each other’s secrets, but their similar interest in the sexy, confident yoga instructor. Even better, Hope’s open to anything. Including joining them both. After all, what better place to live out your desires than at the Double D Ranch?
Unrestrained is the third book in the Double D Ranch series. It’s intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes mature MMF interactions between all three characters. As always, the throuple has an HEA ending
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Chapter One
The annoying blare of his ringtone had Cam groaning and blindly swiping for his phone on the nightstand.
He squinted at the name that popped up on his screen. It wasn’t anyone from his job—not his current one, at least—so that was good. Because of that, he could safely assume the ranch resort wasn’t burning to the ground. Or being overrun by horny zombies.
He put it to his ear and had to clear his throat to force out, “Hey. It’s been a while.”
A familiar masculine voice filled his ear. “I’m getting out.”
Cam yawned, stretched, then drove his hand down his boxer briefs to tug on his balls. “You make it sound like you’re getting out of prison.”
“Might as well be,” Nolan said.
He hadn’t heard from his former co-worker in a few months. Actually, not since the night of Cam’s retirement party.
That had been fun, but he normally wasn’t a big drinker, so the next morning had been rough after celebrating most of the night.
He missed talking to Nolan Young, a fellow trooper. They had worked together at the Pennsylvania State Police’s barracks in Media. In the last few years before Cam retired, they’d been on the same platoon, had become fast friends and pretty damn close.
He’d been meaning to reach out and felt guilty about not doing so. Especially now that he had finally settled in at Double D Ranch as their head of security.
“It might suck, but at least it’s not prison. You know how much they love law enforcement in there.”
Silence hit his ears.
“Wait. Have you even done your twenty-five?” Enlisted members of PSP needed to do twenty-five years on the job if they wanted to retire with their full pension and benefits.
Only having to do twenty-five years to get the maximum payout was great when you went into the state police academy at only twenty-one. It was nice to be able to “retire” at forty-six years old.
The biggest challenge was surviving those years on the job.
“No, not yet. But I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I thought long and hard about what I’d lose and I’m fine with getting out at twenty.”
Damn. That would reduce his monthly pension. But for some, five more years was five too many. “And when is this happening?”
“In two weeks.” Nolan paused. “Cam…”
He fought another yawn. “Yeah?”
“I’m only forty-one. I’m too young to retire and do nothing. I’ll need to supplement my pension, too.”
“I hear you. I’m too old to deal with the bullshit that goes along with police work, but too young to relax in a rocking chair on the porch watching the world go by.” Add in the fact that Cam was financially supporting a daughter through college. He couldn’t not work.
“I need a slower pace. No freaking fifty-car pile ups due to snow squalls. No domestics. No tweakers. No bullshit.”
“I hear you, brother. What do you plan to do, if not board the easy train?”
“Find the kind of gig like you did. Where I can use my experience and skills, but at a much slower pace.”
“Security for an old folks’ home?” Cam suggested as a joke.
“I said slow, not dead.”
“Ouch.”
“You know what I mean.”
Cam stroked his half chub lazily as he talked. “Some of those residents can get pretty fucking cantankerous. Might have to pepper spray one for assault with a pudding cup.”
“Or zip tie their wheelchair wheel to the frame so they can’t make a run for it.”
Cam chuckled. “They do, you just chase after them using a scooter and do a pit maneuver.” A low chuckle filled his ear and caused Cam’s nipples to stand at attention.
“Damn, I miss working with you.”
“Same, brother.” Cam also missed seeing Nolan in the locker room before and after shifts. The man always drew his eye, making him wish Nolan wasn’t straight.
Who was he kidding? It didn’t matter if he wasn’t, Cam had stuffed himself into a closet and locked the door behind him. No way did he want anyone at his barracks, or even in the state-wide law enforcement organization, to know he wasn’t strictly batting for the straight team.
He didn’t need the hassle. The jokes, the looks, the insulting whispers.
You’d think in this day and age, more folks would be tolerant of how others lived their lives, especially since it wasn’t their business. Unfortunately, they weren’t.
The only good thing about being bi was that he could bring a woman along to events and get-togethers with his fellow cops and it didn’t come off as awkward. Or suspicious.
He could easily pretend to be as straight as the line they made drunks walk during sobriety tests. Only, that was far from the truth. “When’s your last day?”
“The fifteenth.”
Damn. Now that guilt for not reaching out became even heavier. He should’ve known Nolan was about to retire. “Then what?”