They traded off several more times, alternating not only their cocks but also the pace at which they fucked her. Slow and easy, fast and hard. So incredibly deep.
Before long, Keegan was leaning over Bristol, her body sandwiched between them. When he pulled out, Kaden would glide effortlessly in. Over and over, they continued to fuck her, one then the other, on glorious repeat.
Keegan brushed her hair aside again, kissed her neck, her shoulder. When Kaden pulled out, he pushed in, nipping her with his teeth, grunting from the brutal pleasure that assaulted him.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned near her ear. “You feel so fucking good, Bristol.”
She cried out and he damn near lost his mind when her pussy clamped down on him like a vise. Her body shuddered as she climaxed, but they weren’t finished yet.
Pulling out, he focused on kissing her neck, nipping her earlobe, patiently waiting his turn. It seemed to go on forever, the intoxicating pleasure never ending. It was better than he’d expected, something he feared he could find himself craving.
“Kaden … oh, God … I’m gonna…” Her words died off, replaced by a sensual cry that had Keegan’s balls tightening as he imagined his cock was the one her pussy was strangling.
Their movements became more insistent as they alternated more frequently, neither of them wanting to give up the tight clasp of her pussy. They made her come three more times before Keegan met Kaden’s eyes over her shoulder, nodded. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he expected Kaden to be right there with him.
Levering himself back up, Keegan waited until Kaden pulled out. When he did, he drove in deep, his hips pumping faster as he gripped her hips, holding her still, letting the earth-shattering pleasure consume him. Once more he conceded to his brother, knowing it wouldn’t happen again.
“Fuck!” Kaden hissed, the power in his thrusts jarring Bristol’s body.
She cried out both their names, a strangled whimper following. Keegan saw her back muscles tighten, her neck strain as another orgasm gripped her.
“Oh, fuck! Coming,” Kaden shouted.
Keegan waited patiently for his brother to come down enough to pull out and then it was his turn. He didn’t hold back this time. He kept a firm grip on her hips, holding her still, drilling her hard and fast, deeper and deeper, spurred by her sweet moans and his name falling from her lips.
“Keegan … oh … I’m … I’m … Keegan!”
He felt it, the way her body clamped down on his cock, milking his release from him. A guttural groan escaped as he whispered her name, the sensations tearing through his body stronger than he’d felt in … fuck, maybe ever.
And then it was over.
The three of them were a pile of limbs and racing heartbeats right there in his bed. No doubt he would smell sex for quite some time, and he welcomed it. In fact, he hoped his sheets smelled like her so he could breathe her in for longer.
Only he wasn’t supposed to want that. He refused to. It would only result in disappointment. This was sex. Incredible, sure, but that was as much as he was willing to give. Keegan would fuck her a thousand times, but he wasn’t giving her a piece of himself. He couldn’t.
“You okay?” he heard Kaden ask.
Turning his head, Keegan peered over at Bristol. Her blue eyes were bright, her smile sweet as she glanced between them.
“Never better.”
Keegan stared at her, feeling the warmth in his chest as he fought to push it down. No way was he going to fall for this woman.
No. Fucking. Way.
*
Bristol was basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, her head still spinning after the most intense sex she’d ever experienced. As she lay there, Kaden’s warm body still beneath her, Keegan’s beside them, she wondered if anything could ever ruin this moment.
“Wonder what the parents of your kids’d think if they could see you now,” Keegan said, his tone once again curt as he stared at the ceiling overhead.
Yep.
That did it.
Not only because she could feel the distance Keegan was so obviously putting between them but also because he was right. What would they think?
Holy crap.
It hadn’t occurred to her that she would be the talk of the town if word spread that she’d been mixing it up with Kaden and Keegan Walker.
Feeling far too vulnerable to be lying there naked, Bristol rolled off of Kaden then got to her feet. On her way out of the room, she grabbed her clothes, which were strewn across the floor. It took everything she had not to try to cover herself as she marched naked out the bedroom door and across the small hallway to the bathroom.
Once inside, she closed the door, her hands shaking as she fought to lock it.
What had she done?
How in the world was she ever going to be able to show her face again? She’d gotten caught up in the moment, given in to the overwhelming urges, and had sex with both of them. At the same time.
Images of them sandwiched together flooded her mind. The two of them alternating, filling her while she was overwhelmed by a pleasure so fierce she wasn’t sure how she was still in one piece. And she’d loved it. They hadn’t made love to her. No, it was far too intense to call it that. Fucking was what it was called, crude as it sounded. They had fucked her, and she had enjoyed every single second.
Her chest heaved, an urge to cry bubbling in her throat, making her sinuses burn. It had been spectacular, but so very wrong at the same time. No one would understand something like this. Hell, she didn’t even understand it.
She had to get out of there. Now.
With trembling hands, she yanked on her clothes one piece at a time, ignoring the urge to look at herself in the mirror. She did not want to see what she looked like after that.
Once she was dressed, she swiped her hand over her hair then opened the door. Keegan’s bedroom door was closed but she didn’t remember closing it. Not that it mattered, she had nothing to say to either of them. Right now she needed to go home, get her bearings, remind herself that this was an experience she’d enjoyed and would remember forever. If she was lucky, no one else would ever know about it, and she wouldn’t have to face the judgment of the small town she lived in, those disapproving eyes on her.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her cell phone, which she’d left on the small coffee table, and her keys from the kitchen island. She was heading for the door when she heard footsteps.
“Hey.”
Kaden.
Swallowing hard, she glanced over at him. He was wearing only his jeans and he looked as well-sexed as she felt. Shame washed over her, had her ducking her head and hurrying toward the door.
She didn’t make it before he was there, standing in front of her, blocking the exit.
“I need to go,” she insisted. Otherwise it was possible she was going to break down into an emotional mess.
“He didn’t mean it,” Kaden said softly. “He’s bein’ an ass. That’s what he does when he’s worried he might like a woman.”
Like.
Not love.
No, Keegan would never love her. She knew that. It shouldn’t have bothered her, but it did.
“I need to go,” she repeated.
“Bristol.”
She took a deep breath, steeled herself for looking into his eyes, then did just that. “What?”
“Don’t go. Stay with me tonight.”
Her head began an incessant shake. “Oh, no. No, no. Not a good idea. I need to get home.”
“I won’t beg,” he said, his tone shifting to something she didn’t recognize.
Narrowing her eyes on his face, she let her shame wash over her. “I don’t want you to.”
Kaden took a step back as though her words had been a physical slap. When he did, she made a dash for the door, flinging it open and racing out into the night. When she was behind the wheel of her car, she shoved the key in the ignition and prayed the ornery thing would start. It was touch-and-go th
ese days, and the last thing she needed was to be stuck there after her hasty retreat.
Her stomach churned at the thought as she turned the key, sending up silent prayers.
Thankfully, they were answered.
Chapter Six
On Friday afternoon, the day before Halloween, Travis Walker strolled through Alluring Indulgence Resort, nodding at familiar faces, stopping to talk to a couple of their guests.
He usually enjoyed this part of his day, interacting with those who were sneaking in a long weekend, getting away from real life, and indulging in their desires for a little while. This was the place for them to do that, to let their inhibitions go while in a comfortable, discreet environment. Alluring Indulgence Resort was Travis’s brainchild, a place he’d designed and built from the ground up. It was a thriving business thanks to the dedication he and his brothers gave the place, one that on any given day he found himself proud to be a part of.
Unfortunately, these days he didn’t have much enthusiasm for the one place he loved almost as much as his family. In fact, he didn’t have enthusiasm for much of anything. Work kept him busy, but for the first time since he opened these doors six years ago, it didn’t make him happy. Nothing did.
Although it pissed him off, his thoughts drifted, the reason for his obsessive anger and his rabid fury taking over: the woman who had kidnapped his child.
It was this very place that had put Travis on Juliet Prince’s radar because it was here that she had been abandoned by her husband. Based on what Brantley Walker and Reese Tavoularis had uncovered during their search for Travis’s daughter, after a weekend here, Juliet’s husband had traded up, found someone who suited him better—younger, prettier, smarter, hornier, he didn’t know—and discarded what he no longer needed.
Somewhere in that woman’s warped and twisted mind, she’d conjured up the idea that Travis was responsible for the ruination of her marriage. Because of this place, where it all unraveled for her.
Sucked that it happened, but it damn sure didn’t excuse what Juliet Prince had done, the pain she’d caused, the terror she had inflicted. Nothing would.
That hadn’t been the point of this place. The interactions that went on here weren’t meant to be excuses to cheat, yet Travis knew that Juliet Prince wasn’t the only person who’d been discarded thanks to those indulgences. He wondered how many people blamed him personally for their ill-fated marriages. She had. Juliet Prince had held Travis personally responsible for her happily ever after going up in flames. The husband had taken their daughter from her, getting sole custody in the divorce. However, Travis suspected that had nothing to do with the new wife and everything to do with the crazy that was Juliet Prince.
Not that he particularly gave a shit about her happiness. In fact, he had to believe she deserved what came to her. Maybe not before, but certainly now. The bitch had traumatized his daughter. Kidnapped her, abandoned her. According to the details that were slowly coming out in therapy, those two days had been hell for Kate. Absolute hell.
But Juliet had also traumatized Kylie and Gage. Travis’s wife and husband had been fraught with terror and grief during the ordeal, and he hadn’t been able to do a damn thing about it. Something else he would never forgive her for.
Which was the reason Travis was hell-bent on ensuring Juliet Prince received payback.
At his hands.
If only he could find her.
The fact that he couldn’t spoke volumes. He wouldn’t deny he had more means than most. Money, power, reputation. He had it all and he’d worked damn hard to earn every bit of it. He had connections from the White House down to the criminal underworld, people who would do whatever he needed.
Yet he hadn’t utilized those connections, relying solely on his cousin Brantley because he knew, once the Navy SEAL set his mind to something, he would see it through. And Travis needed this kept on the down low. Finding her was a priority, but he didn’t need the world to know he had.
So why the fuck hadn’t Juliet Prince been found yet? She was one woman. Where the fuck was she?
As that question bounced around in his head, he fought the urge to return to his office, bury himself in his computer. He’d been looking high and low, running searches of his own in an attempt to nail her down. A couple of times he’d been close, but she had evaded him.
“Hey.”
Glancing over, Travis saw his husband strolling toward him, that worried expression firmly on Gage’s handsome face. It was the same look he’d seen every single day since Kate was returned.
“Yeah?”
“Think maybe we could head out early today? Take the kids to do somethin’?”
“You and Kylie should do that,” he told him, continuing to walk so he could greet the other guests who had ventured out of their rooms for the evening.
“We’d prefer if you came with us.”
“No can do.”
“Why?”
Travis came to an abrupt stop, turning to face his husband. “Because I have shit to do.”
“Do you? Or is that your excuse to ignore us?”
Frowning, Travis lowered his voice. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
Gage’s dark eyebrows lifted skeptically. “You’re gonna stand there and pretend you haven’t been so completely absorbed with finding that woman that you can’t spend an extra minute with us?”
“I see you every damn day,” he countered, his ire rising. “Here. At home. You’re every-fucking-where I am, Gage. That not enough for you?”
The second those words were out of his mouth, Travis wished like hell he could pull them back, swallow them down. He hated the pain he could see in Gage’s eyes.
“No, actually, Trav, it’s not,” Gage bit out. “But hey, you do you, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Travis didn’t get a chance to apologize or argue his point, because Gage spun around and stormed off, heading right for the doors leading to the employee parking lot.
He was tempted to go after him but changed his mind. He didn’t have the energy to fight with Gage right now. And this thing between them—the temper, the frustration—it would dissipate soon enough.
As soon as Travis found that bitch and put the hell they’d all suffered behind them.
*
“Oh, my heavens, Bristol, I don’t know how much longer we can go on like this,” Renee Bridgewater said from her spot at the small table in the daycare kitchen.
“I know.” And boy, did she.
For the third time this week, Jennifer, one of her part-time afternoon teachers, had called in sick, leaving them in a state of chaos because they’d been depending on her to show up since Bristol was already down one teacher. It was Friday, so she should’ve expected it. Fridays were the worst.
Always on time, always reliable Maggie had called in that morning, offering to come in despite her obvious illness. She would have, too, if Bristol hadn’t demanded she stay home. No sense getting everyone else sick. She knew Maggie would have to be at death’s door before she ever called in, so Bristol had known it was bad. The woman never missed a day if it could be helped.
Unlike Maggie, Jennifer wasn’t punctual or loyal. She was the one who called in about three, sometimes four times a month. The young woman lived at home with her parents and had a penchant for going into Austin on the weekends and not returning until … well, until she felt like it. And sometimes she set out for those long weekends early by skipping out on them on Friday, like she’d done today.
Unfortunately, this was the last straw. Bristol needed to be able to depend on her employees, and the other teachers didn’t deserve to be overworked and overrun because someone would rather be partying or didn’t feel like coming in to work because they were nursing a hangover.
“I’ll put an ad in the paper,” she promised Renee. “See if we can get someone in here.”
Renee nodded. “You should do that, yes. While you’re at it…”
Bristol glanced at the ol
der woman, raised an eyebrow.
“I know you’re good friends with Kayla, which is why I think she’s avoiding talking to you, but that girl would be a great addition here.”
Bristol frowned. “Kayla? Kayla Spivey?”
Renee nodded.
“Why would she want to work here?”
“Well, for one, she just got her degree in early childhood education. And two, she’s been looking to find a place closer to home.”
How in the world did Bristol not know this?
“Why didn’t she tell me that?”
Renee shrugged. “Some friends don’t like to take advantage.”
“She could never take advantage of me. She’s one of my closest friends.”
“Don’t have to convince me,” Renee said. “And now you know, so maybe you can reach out to her. I think she’d be a good second-in-command. Someone you could rely on so you can take a day off every now and then. Maybe sneak in a vacation once every three or four years.”
A day off? Vacation? Bristol wasn’t even sure what that looked like. Aside from weekends, she spent every waking hour here at the daycare. Sometimes weekends too, depending on what needed to be done. And there were definitely times she would’ve preferred to stay in bed, today being one of them. After last night…
Nope. Not going there.
“I’ll call her,” Bristol decided.
“And you should still put an ad in the paper,” Renee added. “We could use a helping hand around here. Someone to replace Jennifer. Maybe full-time, though.”
Two new employees? That sounded daunting to her P and L, but she couldn’t deny Renee was right. It would be nice to have enough people there to cover all that needed to be done.
Resigned to doing it simply because Kayla was one of her very best friends and she was bothered that she didn’t even realize Kayla had been going to school, she made the call.
A few hours later, Kayla stopped in, surprising Bristol.
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