Kaden & Keegan (The Walkers of Coyote Ridge Book 9)

by Nicole Edwards

And when she did, when Kaden’s mouth tormented her until she fell over that cliff, he was filled with an emotion he couldn’t name.

  And to think, they were just getting started.

  *

  When Bristol finally let go, flying apart as Kaden suckled her clit, Keegan damn near came in his fucking jeans.

  Although it wasn’t something they bragged about, Keegan and his brother had been with numerous women over the course of their lives. They’d lost their virginity when they were sixteen to a woman who was well over the legal age. She had introduced them to a world of sexual exploration that had only confirmed their desire to share one woman between them.

  And over the years, they’d pleasured many, taken what was freely offered, and enjoyed the no-strings-attached lifestyle.

  So this was a first for him.

  Not merely because they’d verbally stated this wasn’t a one-night thing, nor was it only about sex. No, words were merely words. What he felt for this woman … truthfully, it surprised him. He’d never wanted the more that came along with an intense bout of sex. But deny it as he might, with Bristol … he’d come to want more a long time ago even if he’d given up on any hopes of that coming to fruition.

  Now that he had her right where he’d dreamed of her being again, he was eager to explore this further, see if there was a chance for that more he’d been missing. But first, he wanted to make up for lost time, to lose himself in her again.

  After ridding her of her bra because, come on now, she looked damn good naked, Keegan watched Bristol’s face, the contentment he could see. It gave him hope. Kaden joined them once more and then they were both watching her, that sexy, dazed expression on her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, as though that had been the most intense orgasm of her life.

  “So, I was thinkin’…” He waited until she looked at him. “You got any board games we can play?”

  Bristol’s eyes opened wide, making him laugh.

  “What? You’ve got a phobia or somethin’? Allergic to Monopoly?”

  Her brows formed a cute little V. “After … that, you wanna play a game?”

  “Don’t you?” he teased.

  What he wanted to do was make her comfortable and it seemed to be working.

  Considering they hadn’t talked to her in weeks, Keegan wasn’t sure what to expect. A short time ago, she’d been in tears, and now she was that uninhibited free spirit he remembered from their first night together. Was it that easy? Could they move forward, put the past behind them without some long, drawn-out conversation to go along with it?

  Not that he was complaining. Keegan had never been the one for talking. Not with women. He’d never had anything to contribute. Sex was sex. It had nothing to do with love.

  But didn’t they need to nitpick everything that had gone wrong so they could ensure it went right in the future? That was what a relationship entailed, did it not?

  Feigning a casualness his body was most definitely belying, Keegan rolled to his back, tucked his hands beneath his head. If talking was necessary, he was willing to put forth the effort because this was important. Bristol was important.

  “So whaddya wanna do now?”

  Bristol giggled and to his utter surprise, she was sitting up, then she was straddling his hips, leaning over him, her hair falling down around them both.

  “Are you tellin’ me you’re bored, Keegan Walker?”

  He smirked. “What if I am?”

  Her eyes flashed with mischief and he laughed.

  The bed moved and he felt Kaden’s arm against his, his brother having taken up the spot she vacated.

  When it came to sex with a woman, they’d never had to plan how it would play out. They were so in tune with one another, it just worked. A couple of women had been put off by that, but Keegan had never thought much of it. No, they didn’t touch each other because … eww. However, to be intimate with a woman the way they were, it required they be comfortable around one another. And they were. Ultimately, it was about the woman’s pleasure, not their own. They derived theirs from pleasing her.

  Sliding his hands up Bristol’s thighs, Keegan let her smooth skin tease his palms. When she didn’t stop him, he ventured higher, his thumbs caressing the crease where her thighs met her torso. Bristol sat up then, inhaling deeply as she stared down to watch his hands move over her.

  For a brief moment, he had a mental image of her pregnant, her belly round with their baby. He had never given that much thought, but the idea was a major turn-on.

  When she looked up, her gaze shifted to Kaden, and then in a move that surprised him, she repositioned so that she was straddling Keegan’s right thigh and Kaden’s left.

  That was an interesting turn of events, not to mention a highly intoxicating move on her part. Most women didn’t quite understand how to include them both at the same time. But that didn’t seem to be a problem for Bristol. In fact, it was something she was damn good at. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said it was natural.

  “Touch yourself,” Kaden instructed, his voice laced with gravel.

  Her eyes darted between their faces momentarily, but then her hands began wandering up over her hips, her belly, pausing to cup her beautiful tits.

  Keegan was enraptured, watching as she tweaked her nipples, sighing as she did.

  “Lean forward,” Keegan stated.

  She did.

  “A little more,” Kaden added.

  Bristol shifted forward and he was aware she was being careful because her knees were in prime positions between their legs.

  “Keep comin’, darlin’,” Keegan said with a smile.

  Then she was leaning forward, her hands on their shoulders to brace herself as her hair fell down in a silk curtain once more.

  When Kaden lifted his head to suckle her breast, Keegan mirrored his brother’s movements, licking her other distended nipple until it hardened into a tighter point. Bristol moaned and sighed, leaning down lower as they feasted on her, sucking, licking, nipping. Before long, she was grinding her sweet pussy along their thighs, while Keegan’s cock was trying to fight its way out from behind his zipper.

  Keegan was entirely focused when Bristol moved, her body tilting because she’d shifted her hand, tugging at his T-shirt while he still had a mouthful of her firm tit.

  He took the hint, releasing her before jerking the cotton upward, over his head, and onto the floor. She must’ve given Kaden the same signal, because he performed the same move, both of them eventually shirtless beneath her. He missed the warmth of her against his lips when she sat up, her gaze trailing down their chests, lower.

  When her palm flattened on his stomach, sliding upward, the sensations took over. He loved that she touched them at the same time. Although Bristol came across as a sweet, innocent woman, Keegan suspected deep down, there was a wildcat eager to break free. She spent so much of her time playing for an audience, all those parents who trusted her to care for her children. At some point, she had disregarded her own needs, ignored her own desires in order to ensure she maintained that trust.

  Keegan fully intended to be the one to take her on that trip to the wild side, to show her things she’d never imagined, never quite fantasized about. The taboo if you would.

  Bristol’s movements halted, her head lifting, her gaze meeting first his, then Kaden’s. He could see something in her eyes, knew she needed something, but it was imperative that she tell them. The last thing they ever did was make assumptions when it came to interactions such as this. It was easier to take cues from a woman, to let her set the pace.

  Keegan knew once they learned more about what she wanted, what she needed, it would be different, but until then, they had to leave it to her to decide where they went from here.

  Turned out, she didn’t disappoint.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Bristol had never felt quite this powerful before. And lucky. Yes, that was a good word for it. Not because s
he didn’t think she was worthy, but because laid out before her were two delectable men who drew her attention like no one else.

  While their first encounter had been hot and definitely the most intense sex she’d ever had, Bristol never got the chance to visually feast on them the way she wanted to. The first and only time they’d been together, she’d been at their mercy. Now they were at hers. So this time she had every intention of taking her due from them.

  Because seriously. So. Freaking. Hot.

  Never in her life had she met a man, much less two, who could bring her damn near close to drooling. From the arches of their dark eyebrows, the not-too-narrow blades of their noses, those scrumptious lips, to the scruff that lined their jaws and chins… They were exquisite male specimens.

  And don’t even get her started on their bodies. Lord have mercy, she’d never seen so much lightly-bronzed skin covering ripped and toned muscle, the perfect amount of hair on their chests, the delicious trail that dipped into their jeans.

  The jeans she was hoping would come off sooner rather than later.

  What thrilled her the most was how powerful and sexy she felt because they seemed to be waiting for her to make a move, as though she could control these two delicious men with a simple touch or a mere glance. Only, she wasn’t sure what she wanted because when you were presented with a feast, how were you supposed to know where to start?

  Hmm.

  Should’ve been an easy question and perhaps it would’ve been if Bristol wasn’t feeling a tad overwhelmed by it all. So much so, she was confused about which direction to go next. Her body was aflame. It didn’t matter that she’d survived an orgasm that had shattered her into a million pieces before she’d been drawn back together. She still felt empty inside and she longed to be filled, to be consumed.

  Because she sensed they had far more patience than she, Bristol decided to go with the easy request. “Please just … touch me.”

  They glanced at each other briefly and then they were sitting up, their lips grazing her shoulders, hands cupping her breasts, her ass. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

  “Lean back,” Kaden urged.

  Bristol planted her hands behind her, one on each of their knees, bowing her back. Once again, they were lapping and laving at her oh-so-sensitive nipples, drawing her into their mouths, igniting nerve endings she didn’t even realize she had.

  She’d never been all that fond of her breasts. They weren’t big but they weren’t small, and yes, they were surprisingly sensitive. Sometimes too much so, but Kaden and Keegan seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply with their lips and their teeth, how much suction was necessary to tighten that invisible line that went from her breasts to her clit.

  All thoughts about the past, the future slipped away on a breathless moan. Nothing mattered except for this moment, right here, right now.

  “Please,” she whimpered, her sex clenching with the desperation she could feel building inside her. If they didn’t do something, she feared she was going to explode.

  “Tell us,” Keegan encouraged. “What do you need, darlin’?”

  She considered that momentarily as she panted. “The jeans have to go.”

  They wasted no time shifting her aside, getting to their feet, and ridding themselves of their remaining clothes. Their movements were so in sync, she wondered if they even realized how truly identical they still were.

  When they were reclined on the pillows once more, Kaden said, “And now?”

  “You,” she told them, hoping they understood it was in the general sense. “Inside me.”

  It was obvious they were aiming for casual, but a rough groan escaped both of them at the same time, the sound in stereo, making her swoon. She loved that she could do that to them, that they seemed as hot for her as she was for them.

  She only hoped they had condoms because she didn’t. Why would she? Bristol hadn’t intended to have sex with anyone; therefore she hadn’t felt the need to buy any only for them to expire tucked away in her nightstand.

  But wait. Did they need condoms?

  “I’m clean,” she blurted, realizing how much she wanted to feel them inside her without the barrier.

  Kaden stared into her eyes as he sat up once again as everything seemed to slow down.

  The intensity, the heat of the moment was still there, but there was something else, too.

  “We are, too,” he said softly, his eyes so warm.

  She believed him. More importantly, she trusted him. The man had told her he loved her. Before, anyway. He had always put her first and Bristol knew he wouldn’t lie.

  “We … uh … don’t need condoms,” she said, feeling her face flame. “If, you know, y’all are okay with it.”

  More masculine groans sounded, and she took that as approval.

  There was movement then, Kaden getting to his feet while she toppled over onto Keegan. He rolled her onto her back, his upper body coming over hers as their lips melded. She kissed him, lost in his exquisite taste, the delectable way he played her mouth, teasing, taunting, promising so much more. He kissed better than any man she’d ever kissed before. Save for Kaden, that was. Then again, she hadn’t kissed all that many men in her life.

  Just when she thought things were heating from simmer to boil, Keegan lifted his head, staring down into her eyes.

  The look on his face stole her breath. His stormy blue eyes were bright, his jaw tense. He held her in his gaze as he cupped her face with one hand, his thumb lightly brushing along her jaw. He took a breath, let it out, and the words that followed made her heart squeeze.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, Bristol.”

  The words were spoken so low she knew they were meant only for her, and for whatever reason, that hit her right in the solar plexus.

  “Me, too,” she replied, her voice just as low.

  Their gazes held and she hoped he understood her silent request for them to start anew. Life was too damn short for them to hang on to the pain and anger from that one overwhelming night.

  And then his mouth was on hers once more.

  Keegan groaned as he rolled so she was atop him once more, his work-rough hands gliding over her back, sliding down, cupping her ass, and jerking her against him.

  The hard ridge of his erection pressed intimately against her sex, teasing her. While she ached for him to fill her, she didn’t let that stop her from grinding herself along that thick ridge, seeking the friction that would douse the blaze consuming her.

  Because she feared she would combust if she didn’t do something, Bristol took the reins, breaking free from his lips, trailing her mouth down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. She ventured lower, licking and kissing his warm skin, inhaling the sexy male scent that went right to her head. The light dusting of hair on his chest tickled her nose, made her body pulse with need.

  She had to shift lower, inching backward until she was straddling his shins, his thick, hard cock bobbing proudly before her.

  From there, she was left with only one option.

  While he was naked and laid out before her like a feast, Bristol remained frozen, her eyes locked on the long, thick stalk of flesh between his thighs. The sight brought back the memories of that night, the exquisite way they’d taken her at the same time. She’d never experienced anything quite that amazing.

  “Bristol.”

  Her eyes shot up to Keegan’s face. She could see his concern, figured she better do something to ensure he knew she was all right. She reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers around him. He was hard as steel, smooth as silk. His groan sent a frisson of heat through her.

  They both watched her hands as she stroked him. Down, then up. Slowly. Bristol was both fascinated and terrified, eager and hesitant. Thankfully, her need won out, because the next thing she knew, she was leaning down so she could press her lips to the head of his cock, licking lightly.

  Another groan, then his hand reached for her, sliding over her head in a touch that
was both reverent and desperate.

  “Ah, fuck,” Keegan groaned low in his throat when she opened her mouth around him. “Oh, shit, Bristol. Baby…”

  She took him in deep, her lips wrapping around him, sliding downward. She couldn’t even get half of him in her mouth, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. Bristol curled her fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him in tandem with her mouth while he rocked his hips.

  Part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this. She thought she would never experience the same sort of pleasure they’d given her that night. Bristol had even had regrets that she hadn’t had a chance to explore them more.

  Now she was desperate to explore them both, to spend the rest of the weekend … hell, the rest of the month, right here in this bed getting to know them on the most intimate of levels.

  If only.

  *

  Aroused. Exhilarated. Eager.

  Those were all words Kaden would use to describe himself as he watched as Bristol took Keegan’s cock between her lips, sliding her mouth over him. For a second, he would’ve sworn he could feel the silky glide of her tongue along his flesh as though she was doing the same to him.

  Glancing at his brother, he watched Keegan’s face contort with pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he tangled his fingers in Bristol’s hair, hips gently rolling as he pushed deeper into her mouth.

  They were a sight, that was for sure.

  And while he wished her mouth was on him, Kaden wasn’t jealous. He’d never been jealous of Keegan. For whatever reason, this worked for them. It wasn’t about who got the most attention, more so about what the combination of the two of them could do for her.

  While Bristol explored his twin, Kaden stepped back to observe. It was something he’d always enjoyed. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt the same now as he watched Bristol. She was naked and beautiful as she pleasured his brother, her soft moans and Keegan’s grunts and groans the backdrop to the sexy interlude.

  Rather than join them and risk interrupting, Kaden stepped up to the end of the bed, right behind Bristol. Because she had worked her way down Keegan’s long legs, her ass was right there, in the perfect position for his hands to roam. It was all he could do not to grab her hips and thrust deep inside, to sate the growing ache inside him.