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    Trusting Again
    Trusting Again
    Trusting Again
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    Trusting Again

    By T.O. Smith

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    PLEASE READ FEELING AGAIN BEFORE READING TRUSTING AGAIN!

    They've promised to never give up on me.

    So, even though my mind is rejecting every bit of their care and adoration, I'm giving them a chance.

    A chance to heal me. A chance to save me.

    Because I'm swallowed in darkness. I feel like a lost, hopeless cause.

    But they see something I don't when I look in the mirror.

    We'll see if they can truly save me . . .

    Because I'm the kind of woman who finds comfort in my misery.

    **this is the second book in the Coming Alive Duet. It is an MFM menage (two men sharing one woman). This book completes the Coming Alive Duet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTiff Thomas
    Release dateDec 15, 2022
    ISBN9781005046583
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    T.O. Smith

    T.O. Smith believes in one thing - a happily ever after.Her books are fast-paced and dive straight into the romance and the action. She doesn't do extensively drawn out plots. Normally, within the first chapter, she's got you - hook, line, and sinker.As a writer of various different genres of romance, a reader is almost guaranteed to find some kind of romance novel they'll enjoy on her page.T.O. Smith can be found on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and now even TikTok! She loves interacting with all of her readers, so follow her!

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      Trusting Again - T.O. Smith

      1

      Montana

      Islapped my hand around on my nightstand before finally gripping my ringing phone. Through bleary eyes, I made out Jonah’s name on the screen. Why in the hell was he calling me while I was sleeping? Didn’t he know by now that I didn’t like to be disturbed?

      Someone better be fucking dying, I groaned when I answered.

      He snorted. No one is dying, baby girl. It’s almost noon. I released a long groan that was akin to a walrus dying. You aren’t up yet?

      No, I mumbled. Morning sickness woke me up stupid early this morning. I yawned, rubbing my eyes before rolling to my back, my bruises protesting with each move I made. What’s up?

      A few days ago, I had agreed to give this whole thing with both him and Blaze a chance. I still wasn’t sure if I’d made the right decision. I mean, this shit was wrong. What the hell was my kid going to think—growing up with two dads and a mom? It wasn’t normal.

      But then again, I wasn’t fucking normal, either.

      How are you feeling? Jonah asked instead of answering my question.

      Fine for right now, I told him. I yawned again. Just want a little more sleep.

      Then I won’t keep you, he said, his tone softening. As much as I hated it, a small, sleepy smile pulled at my lips. Jonah always looked out for me without even trying. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come to the fights tonight. I’m fighting. Thought you might want to see me in action.

      Sure, I whispered, already falling back asleep. I’ll catch a ride out there with John.

      Sounds good, baby girl. Get some more rest. I’ll see you later, yeah?

      I hummed in response and hung up the phone before cuddling further under my blanket, resting my body on my pregnancy pillow, taking some of the pressure off my aching body. I now had one here, at Jonah’s, and at Blaze’s.

      Blaze was spoiling the absolute fuck out of me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But he wasn’t tossing it in my face. Things just . . . popped up out of the blue.

      Blaze might be a fucking hard ass, but like Jonah, he had a soft spot for me.

      And fuck if I wasn’t falling harder for both of them because of it.

      John snorted when I stepped out of my room. I was wearing a pair of black sweatpants with a Ghostface t-shirt, my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head. I knew I looked like I’d just escaped from the looney bin, but I didn’t give a fuck.

      Didn’t like what I looked like? Look the other fucking way.

      Come on, he said. Any longer, and we’re gonna be late.

      I rolled my eyes as I followed him out the door. It’s not like they ever start the fight on time, I reminded him. CJ is shit at timing.

      John just shot me a look that said I was annoying him. I shrugged, shot him an innocent smile—we both knew I was full of shit—and slid into the passenger seat of his car. I noticed he rolled his eyes again, and I snorted at the mental image of them getting stuck back there.

      It would serve him right.

      When we got to the fights, Blaze’s security team instantly nodded at me in respect before letting both me and my brother through the gate. John rolled his eyes at me. Feel like royalty yet, little sis? That fucker has you on a goddamn pedestal.

      I shook my head, though I couldn’t ignore the tingles in my body, despite me not wanting to feel them. Trust me, he doesn’t treat me like he does.

      John knocked his shoulder with mine as we walked toward the edge of the make-shift ring. Sis, if he didn’t keep you in line, you’d run all over both him and Jonah. But trust me, he’s got fuckers treating you like a fucking queen.

      I ignored him, my eyes on Jonah as he stepped into the ring. He was shirtless, a pair of gray sweats riding low on his hips, showcasing the imprint of his cock. A rush of warmth flooded my body as I ran my eyes over him, drinking him in.

      Fuck, he was hot as hell.

      Feeling my gaze on him, he slowly turned his head, his eyes easily finding mine on the edge of the crowd. He shot me a wink before turning his attention to his opponent who had just entered the ring.

      Heat enveloped my back. Familiar tingles of awareness raced up my spine. Blaze, I said calmly, not taking my eyes off Jonah.

      Blaze’s hand circled the back of my neck, applying pressure. I relaxed into his touch despite the fact that I knew it was supposed to be punishing—for what, I didn’t know yet. But I had no doubt I’d soon be finding out. This was the only man who could ever physically hurt me, and I’d still crave him.

      I had the proof of that on my thigh.

      I felt his hot breath fan over my ear and the side of my neck. Do you think it’s smart to be this close to the ring? he asked me quietly as the fight commenced. Jonah ducked a swing and slammed his elbow into his opponent’s gut. My body heated to an uncomfortable degree as I watched my man easily make his way around the ring.

      I shrugged. You really think Jonah would let some fucker get near me? I asked Blaze in all seriousness.

      Anything can happen in that ring, Blaze reminded me, as if I didn’t already know that.

      I turned my head to look at him. His icy blue eyes bored into mine. You don’t think I can handle myself? I asked him. He just ran his eyes over me before locking them back on mine. I bristled, narrowing my eyes at him. Pain meds are helping. I can move easily. I know how to deflect and defend myself, Blaze.

      He suddenly kissed me, his tongue sliding between my lips. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers coming up to twist into his shirt. He pulled back too soon—way before I was ready—and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. Gotta run. Stay out of trouble, Montana.

      With that, he slipped back into the crowd, his hand disappearing from my neck, leaving me feeling cold and empty.

      When I turned back to face Jonah, he smirked at me, pressed two fingers to his lips, and raised them to me. Then, he sent the knockout blow to his opponent’s skull, sending him crashing to the concrete.

      I moaned into Jonah’s mouth as he backed me up against a wall, his hand cupping the side of my neck as he hungrily kissed me. After his fight ended and he’d picked up his earnings, I went back to his place with him, shooting Blaze a text so he’d know where I was at. No doubt he had a tracking app on my phone though. Blaze was extremely overprotective, especially after what had happened to me when I’d gone wandering off on my own, thinking I could get my clothes from my mother’s without help.

      Need you naked, Jonah rasped.

      Fuck, I knew the feeling. I’d been all hot and fucking bothered since he stepped into that goddamn ring. And then, that kiss with Blaze had set my fucking blood on

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