by Dizzy Hooper
Almost.
I pull my hand away. "You don't need to…"
"Haley, come on—"
"Don't be an idiot," Jax says.
Cayden looks like he might actually punch him in the face. Sadly, he restrains himself. I would have paid to see that.
"Don't be a martyr," Cayden corrects him. "Look, if you really want to stay out here alone, just say the word and we'll go." He tilts his head to the side, his tone going conspiratorial. "But I know this place always used to creep you out."
I swallow hard. He isn't supposed to remember that kind of stuff. Hell, I barely remember it myself.
My father and I moved here after we lost my mother. I was six and hurting, and I loved my grandmother, but I hated her house. I hated this mountain. When we left a few years later, I missed my grandmother. I missed Cayden and his soft smiles. But I was happy to see this place in my rearview mirror.
The whole time I've been here taking care of my grandmother through her final days, I've pushed my disquiet aside. Since she passed, there's been too much going on for me to dwell on the creaking floorboards or rattling shingles. The cobwebs and the fogged up windows and dust.
If watching my father drive away wasn't enough to remind me, Cayden's words sure are. I shiver, and it's not because of the cold.
Maybe he sees my hesitation.
"We saw your father's car heading down the mountain, and I just…worried. Then when the power went out..." He casts a backward glance at Jax. "I know when he said it, it sounded dickish, but we really are worried. This place isn't safe, and you shouldn't be alone. Not after everything."
"I'm fine," I lie, but his piercing blue eyes see right through it.
"Just—come stay with us, won't you? We have plenty of room. The guys won't bother you." He points his thumb to Jax. "Not even this guy."
My eyes mist, because the offer is so welcome. I don't want to stay here. I want to follow Cayden to warmth and safety, and when he says he'll protect me from his own best friend, my chest glows. I believe him.
"But…"
"No buts. We've got dinner going and a fire burning." And it shouldn't be possible. He's rough and rugged, with a thick beard and a hardness to him that screams of the literal war he's been through. But his eyes go soft. "Don't make me worry about you tonight, Haley. Please."
He holds his hand out.
The world narrows down to this man, wet with rain, gorgeous and safe, asking me to let him whisk me off to a place that's warm and dry. My reservations crumble in a heap.
What else can I do?
I place my palm in his.
Chapter Three:
Turns out I forgot one little detail about the Tuckers' old pickup truck. Namely, that it has no backseat, and the bench seat is narrower than it looks. Even if there was any chance that Cayden would let me ride in the bed the way I used to, it's too stormy out.
So here I am, squished in the middle between these two lumbering hulks of men. To avoid the gear shift, I have to keep my legs spread, so the outer edges of my thighs are plastered to Cayden's and Jax's. The corded muscles of their legs press to mine, and heat pours into me even through cotton and denim. Their broad shoulders crowd me, and their rich, masculine scents surround me, and suddenly my recent dry spell is becoming a deluge as my panties go damp with wanting, my breasts tingly and my skin too tight.
Cayden spins the steering wheel, taking us around one of the mountain road's hairpin turns. His body leans into mine, and the momentum of the truck throws me up against Jax. Jax puts a hand on my thigh to steady me, but it doesn't help. I'm still a ragdoll, tossed about by the motion of the cab. Am I just imagining things, or does his hand linger a little too long, his fingers edging toward the seam of my jeans? My clit twitches, and I suck in a breath at the surge of heat in my blood.
But then his hand is gone. I chance a glance up at him to find him staring pointedly ahead, hard eyes blazing. His dark, stubbled jaw clenches, and there's that sense of danger again, but I'm not afraid.
I'm turned on.
Jeez. As soon as I can get myself behind a locked door, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands. I spare a moment to regret that I didn't have time—or the nerve—to grab my vibrator when I tossed a toothbrush and a spare set of clothes into a bag to take with me. Cayden had been looming, unwilling to let me out of his sight.
What would he have done if I had gone ahead and slipped that monster rabbit vibe out of the nightstand of my childhood bedroom? I've always been a bit of a size queen. I like to feel nice and full when I'm getting fucked—even if I'm the one fucking myself.
Would he have seen that big fake cock and offered me another way to scratch my itch?
My gaze darts to the fly of his jeans, and I lick my lips. He certainly looks like he could be packing some heat in there.
God, what am I thinking? This is Cayden, my childhood friend. My teenage crush. Sure, we have a spark, but this is madness. He's not the kind of guy who would ever go for me—and even if he did, I'm not in a position to be getting into a relationship. Hell, I don't even plan to stay here beyond the couple of months I have left of my sabbatical.
And if there's one thing I know, it's that there's no way Cayden Tucker is leaving this mountain. Not ever again. Not for anything.
Definitely not for me.
It's a short ride from my grandmother's house to the Tucker place, but between my raging hormones and the two guys pressed against my sides, it feels like it takes forever. When Cayden finally turns into the driveway, I say a silent prayer of thanks. He parks beside a van that looks like it's seen better days and turns off the engine.
Jax opens his door immediately and all but leaps out of the car, like he can't get away from me fast enough. I try not to be hurt by that, even if it's basically par for the course.
It helps that Cayden takes the time to hold out his hand to help me out of the cab. The instant I set my feet down on solid earth, I feel better, my head clearer for the blast of fresh, cold air. I take my hand back and hitch my bag on my shoulder, then steel myself as I follow these men inside.
As promised, the house is warm—cheery, even. A fire blazes in the main room, and there are candles burning all around. Cayden takes my jacket from me, rough hands brushing my neck.
I glance around. I haven't been here in years. Superficially, it's unchanged. There's still the big old comfy sofa and the leather chairs. The built-in bookcases and the solid brick of the hearth.
But some things are different. Most of the feminine touches are gone, and I swallow hard.
Cayden lost his mom and dad a few years after I'd left the mountain. I heard about it too late to go to the funeral. I sent a card and even tried to call, but he'd already been gone. To hear my grandmother tell of it, he'd barely waited for them to be put in the ground before signing up for the army and shipping off. He couldn't bear to be here without them.
But he's back now. And he's not alone.
I'm reminded of that fact by the gruff sounds of voices coming from the kitchen. I knew there were other men living here, but the reality still makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
"Come on," Cayden says, leaning in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Let me introduce you to the guys."
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