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  Passion, Victoria 3: Tasha’s Story

  Natasha Cameron is a twenty-two year-old virgin and is afraid of physical and emotional intimacy. She is a beautiful, vibrant, young woman and captures the interest of two handsome, rugged, sexy Irish men. The Gallagher brothers, Jason and Sean, have moved their business and home to be closer to Natasha so they can court her.

  Tasha finds herself living in the spare room of the Gallagher brothers so she can launch her career as an artist. The two brothers end up seducing Tasha, but she catches them with another woman and is hurting over their infidelity, so she packs her bags and leaves.

  Jason and Sean have their work cut out for them, as they try to find Tasha and win back her love and affection, so they can continue in the pursuit of enticing her into a polyandrous relationship. Will they succeed or is it too late?

  NOTE: This book was previously published at 27,000 words under the name Becky Wilde with another publisher. This version has been extensively revised and expanded to 37,000+ words.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 37,150 words

  PASSION, VICTORIA 3: TASHA’S STORY

  Becca Van

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  PASSION, VICTORIA 3: TASHA’S STORY

  Copyright © 2013 by Becca Van

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  PASSION, VICTORIA 3: TASHA’S STORY

  BECCA VAN

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  Tasha closed the door to the apartment she had been sharing with her sister and sighed. She didn’t know what she was going to do now that her sister Toni had just moved out of their apartment and in with her two lovers. All she and her sister had known was no longer. Even though she was excited about embarking on a new path, she was also scared out of her mind. Tasha would no longer have a job and she was going to have to watch every penny she spent. But she was excited about being able to paint again. She’d loved attending art classes when she’d been in school but the drudgery of life and other people’s expectations had gotten in the way and she’d found herself conforming to what was the expected. Their lives could have been so different.

  Tasha sighed again. Hindsight was such a wonderful thing but no wishing or dreaming could change the past.

  Even though she was sad not to be working or living with her sister anymore she was excited about the new path her life was about to take. She couldn’t wait to get back to painting and just hoped that when she had a few completed canvasses and she took them to be appraised by an expert that she was good enough to be able to embark on a career she had always wanted. But that was going to have to wait for a couple of months. She needed to get her eye and hand back in as well as buy a supply of art equipment. Her thoughts drifted back to Toni and she smiled. She was so happy that her sister had found love. She practically glowed with happiness.

  Thank God Toni and her stuff were gone now. If she’d had to spend another minute in the presence of Sean and Jason Gallagher she would have screamed or done something else to make a total fool out of herself. Like jump their bones. Every time they had walked passed her they had made some comment and eyed her body over. By the time they’d left she was very nearly ready to go panting after them and beg them to touch her but she had managed to rein in her desire and keep her comments to herself. Sean had looked a little pissed at being ignored but Jason had looked amused. She just hoped that he hadn’t seen through her façade and never would.

  She’d spent the better part of Sunday morning helping her sister and sister’s fiancés Jack and Ben Landon pack up, but what she hadn’t expected was for those two Irish hunks to arrive on the doorstep and lend a helping hand. But when Jason and Sean had offered to lease her their spare room so she wouldn’t have to worry about her rent, she had been nearly speechless.

  What pissed her off was the way her body responded to the two Gallagher brothers. Tasha didn’t like that one little bit. Although she’d been using her sister’s experience with an arsehole ex to keep men at an arm’s length, there was another reason why Tasha was wary of men and not even her sister knew.

  She could still picture that day in her mind and she wrapped her arms around her waist and shuddered as the memories assailed her.

  Thirteen-year-old Tasha had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower
with a towel wrapped around her body and was heading back to her bedroom to get dressed. She had no idea that someone other than her immediate family was in their house until she’d bumped into him. Tasha had smiled and apologized and had tried to move around the older man but he’d reached out and gripped her arm firmly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her wary.

  The guy had been her dad’s elderly uncle Bernard who often came to visit since he was a bachelor and had no children. Tasha had tried to pull her arm from his grip but he had tightened his hand until it had begun to hurt. When he reached out with his free hand and began to stroke across her bare shoulders and then down to the slope of her just new burgeoning breasts, she began to get really scared.

  Tasha pulled and tugged but kept a firm hold on the top of her towel as she tried to get away. But when his fingers had moved a little lower Tasha had known then and there that she was in real trouble, so she did the only thing she could think of. She drew back her leg and kicked him as hard as she could in the shin, not caring about the pain in her foot and toes. If he had been younger she may not have been able to escape, but his hand had released her arm and he’d stumbled back. As she hurried down the hallway he’d spoken.

  “If you tell anyone, I will ruin your father. No one would believe you anyway.”

  Tasha had spent the day holed up in her room behind a locked door. When her mum had come to check on her, she’d just said that she wasn’t feeling well. She’d always felt like she had a special connection with her father’s uncle and now she felt like their closeness had been a ploy. He’d always given her cuddles and she’d snuggled on his lap when she was younger as he read to her. Had he been conditioning her for his own nefarious needs? She’d felt totally deceived and betrayed.

  The next day she’d walked into the bathroom to shower and when she’d turned around to rinse her hair he was leaning against the vanity and stroking his cock. Fear like she’d never known wormed into her heart and soul and she’d been so revolted she’d felt physically ill. How the hell he’d gotten into the bathroom when she had locked the door she had no idea, and she was too scared to open her mouth. Her first instinct was to scream the house down but then she remembered him telling her that he would ruin her father. She couldn’t allow that to happen.

  If her family found out what her Uncle had done and she alerted them to the fact and her father ended up broke it would be all her fault.

  “You have a nice body on you, sweetie. When you fill out more you’re going to be stunning. You’re going to have all the boys chasing you in a few years. You’ll be a good fuck when you grow up.”

  Tasha closed her eyes and was glad that the water running over her hid her tears. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how upset she was. She turned so that her back was too him and tried to get the picture of him tugging on his cock out of her head. She shuddered with repulsion when she heard him moan and when she heard him moving and the click of the door closing as he left. She sank down into the shower and cried. When she was able to get her tears back under control she stood up and scrubbed her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes over and over again. No matter how hard or how much she scrubbed she couldn’t get rid of that dirty violated feeling. She’d even ended up vomiting into the toilet.

  She’d spent the next couple of days in her room and prayed that he would leave. The only time she came out of her room was to get something to eat or use the facilities, but she always made sure that he wasn’t around when she did. She didn’t even take the time to have a shower. She was just too scared to. Her mum had tried to ask her what the matter was but she had told her that she just wasn’t feeling well. She’d looked at her sceptically as if she knew there was something else going on but hadn’t pushed, thank God.

  Even though she’d never seen Uncle Bernard again, she’d never allowed another man to touch her. A week later the bastard had died of a heart attack but since that moment and until now, every time a man touched her, her skin crawled with revulsion. He’d made her feel dirty and ashamed and Tasha hadn’t found the courage to tell anyone about the incident. She’d pushed it deep down inside where it stayed but had vowed to never let another man touch her for the rest of her life. Just the thought made her feel sick.

  She pushed those terrifying thoughts aside and came back to the present.

  Tasha wandered around the half-empty apartment. God, she was going to miss her older sister. They had done everything together and now she was feeling a little despondent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy for Toni because she was, especially after the way that fucker had treated her sister and made her scared to trust another man, but not having her here was going to leave a huge emptiness inside.

  She had to think about the Gallagher brothers’ offer, too. It would be so much easier if she accepted the use of their spare bedroom, but would she be able to handle being so close to them, living with them? They were men after all. It didn’t matter that she was attracted to them. If she did decide to take them up on their offer, she would keep them at an arm’s length, too. She would lay down some ground rules from the start and stick to them.

  Tasha had had years of practice and was good at ignoring come-ons from the opposite sex. Not that she ever been interested before. But now that her body had decided to awaken after such a long deep sleep, she wasn’t sure how to handle it.

  Tasha didn’t trust men, and Jason and Sean Gallagher were no exception.

  Chapter One

  Natasha Cameron looked around the coffee shop for the last time. She had started working here with her mother and sister after school when she was fifteen years old. Her mother had decided three years previously to offer her two daughters Antonia and Natasha a chance to buy her out when she and their dad had decided to move to sunny Queensland to retire.

  Neither of the girls had thought to question each other, believing the other loved working and owning the coffee shop. Boy what a shock that had been when Toni had finally posed the question to her a little over a month ago regarding the little shop. Both of them had found out neither of them particularly enjoyed working in the coffee shop when her sister, Toni had finally become engaged to the two men she was in love with. Toni had told Tasha she wanted to become an author and Tasha had finally confided in her sister and told her she wanted to become an artist.

  They had immediately put the shop up for sale and to their surprise the two men pursuing Tasha, Jason and Sean Gallagher, had two friends nearby in the town of Bendigo who were looking to branch out with a franchise for their own coffee shop. They bought the shop within a week.

  The two Gallagher brothers had met Tasha when she had traveled to Bendigo, when she and Toni had been looking for a new catering supplier for the shop. They had decided then and there, Tasha was the one woman for them and had set about courting her. They had moved their business, Gallaghers Catering Supplies, from Bendigo to the town of Passion so quickly they had made her head spin.

  How the hell they had moved their business and set up a living space above their warehouse within a month was totally beyond her, and now they had offered for her to lease their spare room in their loft apartment, so she would have cheap rent and would be able to spend time painting.

  Tasha sighed as she turned off the lights for the last time, then closed and then locked the door behind her. Even though she and Toni had eventually come to despise running the coffee shop, there were a lot of good memories that would echo through her mind as she recalled working there. It was like a part of her life had been left behind and if she thought about it too hard she would end up in tears.

  Tasha was feeling decidedly downhearted and lonely. Her sister was no longer sharing their apartment and now their coffee shop was no more. There would be no more laughing or teasing between them and that was what was really troubling her. She missed her sister dreadfully, even though she only lived about fifteen minutes away. They had not spent any time apart since she’d been born until very recent
ly.

  Tasha wasn’t usually quick to temper but when she got her dander up she could be a real bitch, but for some reason the two Gallagher brothers seemed to know how to push her buttons and she found herself going from calm to boiling point in the blink of an eye. She hated that those two men could make her react so quickly. When she was around them she had to try really hard to contain her acerbic comments and often found herself biting her tongue. They also made her feel other things she didn’t like but she wasn’t going to go there right now. And she hardly ever cried and especially not in public, but as she walked away from the shop for the last time, she felt wetness coursing down her cheeks. She felt like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders right now and realized she was walking with them slumped down. With a small sob, she swallowed loudly and walked toward her car. She got into the driver’s seat and drove away without once looking back.

  Tasha wandered around her apartment restlessly but couldn’t seem to concentrate on any particular thing. She didn’t really feel like painting so she tried to watch a movie. Halfway through she realized she had no idea what it was about. Sighing with disgust she turned the television off and wandered from room to room. She found herself sitting on the bare mattress in her sister’s old room staring into space.

  She finally decided to have a long, hot bubble bath. She retrieved a bottle of wine from the fridge, uncorked it, grabbed a wine glass and her MP3 player, and wandered into the bathroom. She plugged the tub, turned on the taps and sprinkled in a little of her favorite bubble bath. She poured wine into her glass, leaving the bottle within easy reach, grabbed her music player, put the headphones on and climbed into the tub.