Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Natalie Acres Page B

I’ll have the craving. I’ll want the drug. Fortunately, I want love and happiness in my life more. My fellas won’t put up with a drug user and they love me enough to hold me accountable.”
    Kemper patted her arm. “I think if you and Holly gave one another a chance, you’d get along.”
    “I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “Some folks aren’t supposed to be friends, but it won’t change fate and I believe we’re destined to become sisters-in-law. If so, then who knows, maybe down the road we’ll find common ground.”
    “I really don’t think she judges you.”
    “I couldn’t care less either way. If I’ve learned anything through the healing process it’s this. Addiction is a disease no one understands unless they’ve been there and done that. Addicts are shunned. They’re ostracized by the world and often viewed as animals. Quite honestly, they’re treated even worse.
    “I remember once you asked me to go into rehab. I never told you, but I wanted to go. Unfortunately, I had too many friends on the streets. Many of them tried various programs. They didn’t find sobriety in rehab, they found other addicts, better connections for locating their drugs.
    “There at the end, I didn’t go because I was scared. I was a coward. I’m just lucky I had men like you and Kit for brothers, men like Blake and Grant for lovers.”
    Kemper playfully covered his ears. “I told you I don’t want to hear about that.”
    She laughed. “They’re your best friends. I’m sure they’ve mentioned me a time or two.”
    “Sure they have,” he said, winking. “And Kit told them both if they ever mention doing the nasty with you, he’ll bar them from using our basement.”
    “Then I guess they never breathe my name.”
    “They must have some kind of time down there. I wouldn’t know. I don’t stand at the door with my ear pressed against the wooden panels.”
    “You knew I did that?”
    “Why do you think Kit and I stopped dating when you were a junior in high school?”
    “I figured no woman wanted you. Lord knows, you’d tried enough of them. They always came and went. Holly is the only gal I can remember sticking around for longer than a week.”
    “That’s not true. Mona was here one summer. That gorgeous lady from New Orleans, what was her name? Oh yeah, Peggy Ann. She stayed two months.” Kemper looked toward the fields. “But you’re right. I have a feeling Holly will be around for years to come if Kit doesn’t scare her off first.”
    “Then what are you doing with me? If I were you, I’d go supervise her training. A submissive wants to know she’s adored and cherished as much as any other woman. And she wants to feel safe. Depending on how Kit handles her, she may not feel as protected as what you might think. That basement is pretty intimidating.” A beat later, she added, “A submissive longs for security, Kemper. She wants to know she has a rock, a solid foundation to support her. Always remember that.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes, Kemper,” she replied, squeezing his arm. “And I have a feeling you’ll provide plenty of support without a lot of effort. You’re in love with her.”
    “I am?”
    “Yes, you are.”
    “Hmm, you might be right.”
    “I’m seldom wrong.”
    “We won’t go there,” he said firmly.
    “There you go again, making me accountable for past actions.”
    “You’d do the same for me.”
    “You’re right. I would.”
    As Kemper walked away, Morgan watched him. She had chosen not to pry, but based on the loud conversations she’d overheard, she understood Holly’s imperfections. Her past must’ve been a torrid one for Kit to become so enraged.
    Unfortunately, her brothers, given their eclectic choices in pastime activities, probably didn’t understand the magnitude of sex addiction. Based on what Morgan had learned, Holly was a sex addict. And her addiction, if unattended, could be just as damning and deadly as Morgan’s crystal meth