She was met with silence again.
“Bianca?”
“I’m here,” her friend replied. “Why? Why don’t you want the world to know you’re happy?”
“Because it’s… No one’ll understand. I’d prefer we kept it quiet. Please.”
“For how long?”
Bristol shrugged although she knew her friend couldn’t see her. “I don’t know.”
“And if it gets serious?”
Can’t get much more serious than having a baby together.
“I’ll deal with that if the time comes. Until then, I just … I wanna enjoy them all to myself for a little while.”
“Good for you.”
She wasn’t sure any of this was good. Honestly, Bristol hadn’t been dwelling on the notion others would find out. She’d managed to shove that panic down at least temporarily. Locked up here in her house, where no one could see her, that was easy to do. Once she was back at work tomorrow, no doubt she would be wondering who else knew the truth.
“You can’t tell anyone, Bianca,” she repeated. “Not even the girls.”
“I won’t. Sheesh. You act like I can’t keep a secret.”
Depended on the secret, Bristol knew.
A knock sounded on her door, drawing her attention. With the phone to her ear, she got to her feet, padded over, and looked out through the security hole.
“Oh, crap,” she muttered, sitting up quickly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Kaden’s here.”
Bianca laughed. “Then I’ll be letting you go now. Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
The call disconnected and she was left standing there, feeling stupid. She peeked out once more, saw Kaden still standing on her porch, his Stetson on his head.
With a deep breath, she pulled open the door and smiled brightly.
His smile was instant, but it faded just as quickly when his gaze dropped.
Well, crap.
He shifted, presumably to block anyone else’s view of her from the door. As it was, she was wearing only her panties and a thin tank that barely reached her navel. Truth was, he was lucky she was wearing that. Bristol wouldn’t say she was a naturalist, but she did have a penchant for wandering naked around her house. It was one of the benefits of living alone.
“May I come in?”
She stepped back out of the way, gesturing him inside.
*
“Do you always answer the door like that?” Kaden asked when Bristol closed the door behind him.
“No,” she said quickly, a hint of pink rising to her cheeks. “In my defense, no one usually comes to my door, so I’m not forced to open it while I’m barely dressed.”
“Do you usually hang out at home”—he nodded his chin toward her lack of clothing—“like that?”
Please, please, please say yes.
Bristol peered down at herself then back up at him, more pink infusing her cheeks. “If I’m bein’ completely honest, I’m a bit overdressed for a casual Sunday.”
“Really?” Intriguing.
Then again, it was a bit warm in her house. Was that because she was barely dressed? Or was she barely dressed because it was hot?
Kaden peeled his coat off, handing it to Bristol when she held out her hand. She turned and hung it on a tall, skinny coat rack like his parents had had back when he was a kid.
“I thought you had things to do today,” she said, changing the subject.
“I do. But I wanted to see you. Figured maybe we’d spend some time together. Alone.”
She was staring up at him, her blue eyes flashing with what looked like desire. “Where’s Keegan?”
“He went to help out Sawyer and Kennedy. Watch the kids for a bit. So you’ve got me all to yourself for a while.”
His thoughts flashed back to Bristol and Keegan in her kitchen yesterday. Kaden had walked in and found her naked with his brother’s head between her legs. It had been a shock in one of the best possible ways.
“Well, come in.” She stepped back, gestured toward the couch.
Kaden couldn’t take his eyes off her. “So, you like to walk around your house naked?”
“You don’t?” she countered.
“Not usually, no.”
“I guess that’s one of the benefits of livin’ alone. I don’t have to worry about someone catchin’ me in my birthday suit.”
Rather than sit down, he turned to face her, eyes still traveling down her sweet little body. “I’d like to see that birthday suit.”
Honestly, he hadn’t meant to say the words out loud.
“That can be arranged,” she replied, her voice raspy.
His gaze lifted to her face.
Definitely desire in those pretty blue eyes.
Unable to resist, Kaden stepped forward, closing the space between them. He cupped the side of her face, tilting her head back as he leaned in and kissed her.
When he pulled back, they continued to stare at one another. It was then the heat turned into something more potent. A firestorm blazing between them, electricity sparking as it arced. Not that it was a new thing. It had been there for as long as he could remember. The only difference was that Bristol was no longer pretending otherwise.
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, reaching for her again as he crushed his mouth to hers.
Bristol kissed him back, her arms sliding around his neck, holding tightly when he lifted her off the ground, his hands filled with the soft, rounded globes of her ass. He hadn’t intended for things to go this direction, but it seemed the universe had another plan for him. Perhaps wanting her for so long had altered his ability to be a gentleman in her presence.
He didn’t bother attempting to make it to the bedroom; instead, Kaden took her down to the lumpy couch, settling himself over her. He loved the way her thighs cradled his hips, as though he was right where she wanted him.
“Woman,” he breathed roughly, “I don’t know what the hell it is you do to me.”
He could feel her smile against his lips. “The feelin’s quite mutual. But you’re wearin’ too many clothes.”
“I thought we were gonna talk,” he teased.
“Talkin’s overrated.” Bristol moaned, arching her back to press into him. “Clothes, Kaden. Get them off.”
Kaden was all for it but getting her naked seemed more important right then. It took little effort to relieve her of her panties and that thin tank that had covered very little. She took the liberty to remove his hat, setting it on the coffee table while he let his lips trail down her sweet-smelling skin.
He had half a mind to hold back, to engage her in a little light conversation. How’s the weather? How’re you feelin’? That sort of thing.
Of course, her nipples pebbled, and his train of thought went right out the window.
“Do you have any idea all the dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you?” he muttered, trailing kisses to her taut nipple.
“Tell me,” she murmured.
Lifting his head, he met her gaze, surprised by her request. “You want me to tell you?”
“Well”—she grinned—“provided you can show and tell at the same time.”
He licked her nipple.
Bristol moaned, arching her back. “Kaden, I don’t know what’s goin’ on here, but I feel like I’m gonna go up in flames.”
He didn’t know either, but he felt the same overwhelming intensity. It was a desperate hunger, a driving need to possess her in every possible way.
Ducking his head, he took her nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it briefly before moving to the other.
“Have you ever had your tits fucked before?” he asked.
Bristol moaned. “Oh, God … Kaden.”
He paused his assault on her flesh. “Yes or no, Bristol?”
“No,” she breathed out roughly.
“Squeeze ’em together,” he instructed, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
Bristol did as req
uested, her hands plumping her breasts. They weren’t big, but they weren’t small, pretty much perfect as far as he was concerned.
Kaden leaned down, pressed a kiss to her chest, then dragged his tongue along the valley between her breasts. “Right here. This is where I want my cock.”
Another moan as she began rocking her hips.
He flattened his palm on her ribs, pushed his middle finger between her tits, working his way through the tight fit, imagining his cock tunneling between the warm, smooth flesh.
“Slidin’ between your tits, your sweet little tongue swipin’ over the head…” Fuck. It was possible he was going to come from simply talking about it.
Before he got too sidetracked, Kaden repositioned her so that her head was on the armrest while he moved back so he could venture lower. He had other things in mind right now, important things. Kaden dipped his tongue into her navel, licking gently, feeling her stomach muscles contract against his ministrations.
“And this sweet little pussy.” He groaned, nuzzling her flesh, inhaling her musky scent. “Put your foot up there,” he urged, nodding toward the back of the couch. “Spread your legs so I can see how pretty it is.”
A sharp inhale preceded Bristol’s movements, but she did as he requested, propping one foot on the back of the couch, the other moving to the coffee table. It opened her wide, gave him an unobstructed view of her slick, pink flesh. She was so wet she glistened.
“Do you know how good you taste?”
“Kaden … please.”
“Please what?”
“Lick me.”
Yeah, there was no resisting that, so he did as she requested. He dragged his tongue from her slick entrance to her clit, back down again, swirling around her opening, dipping inside. He teased her lightly, never giving her quite enough, loving the moans and groans, the way her fingernails dug into his shoulders as though that might make him give her what she needed.
Using his thumbs, he fondled her labia, holding her open while he tongue-fucked her. She tasted like ambrosia and he knew she would become his addiction. Maybe she already was and that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
When she began a rhythmic rocking against his tongue, he switched, circling her clit, sucking her into his mouth, flicking the tiny bundle of nerves. He could feel it pulsing, knew she was close. He didn’t push her over the edge, instead maintaining a steady pace, wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.
She appeared to have other plans, because her fingers twined in his hair, jerking him forward as she ground her clit against his mouth. She came with a shudder and a beautiful cry, her body trembling. He wanted to make her come again, but the hand in his hair tugged, urging him back up her body. Kaden moved, finding her mouth with his, sealing their lips, letting her taste her sweet essence on his tongue.
“My turn,” she whispered. “I want to taste you, too.”
Kaden lifted his head, again shocked by her boldness but not disappointed.
He lingered a little longer at her mouth before forcing himself to his feet. With her help, his clothes disappeared and then she pushed him back down to the couch. To make room, he shoved her coffee table out of the way with his foot, allowing space for her to go to her knees between his legs.
And then Kaden was captivated, completely enthralled as Bristol took his cock in her small hand, fisting him despite the fact her fingers didn’t quite touch. There was no hesitation on her part when she lapped at the precum pooling at the tip, her tongue dancing over the head, gliding down his shaft. She worked him like a pro, but he sensed her vulnerability. She was attempting to assume to know what he enjoyed, and she was nailing it perfectly, but he could tell she wasn’t as sure of herself as she pretended.
That was one of many things he loved about her. Yes, he was getting used to this bold version of her, but being able to sense his Bristol beneath that sexy new facade eased the tension he hadn’t realized had been growing inside him. As much as he loved this wild side, there was no denying it was her softer, sweeter side he’d always been drawn to.
Kaden let his palm rest on her head, urging her to take more of him but not forcing her. “Such a sweet mouth,” he mumbled, wanting to encourage her. “God, yes, Bristol. Baby … ahh … take more of me.”
She did, going down on him until he felt the head bump the back of her throat. It sent an electric spark through him, but he managed to stave off his release.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he warned, forgetting all about his eagerness to fuck her beautiful tits. “Keep it up, sweet girl, I’m gonna come down your throat.”
She moaned, and it sounded a hell of a lot like encouragement.
“Is that what you want?” His fingers tightened in her hair. “You want me to come in your mouth?”
She nodded, never slowing as she began bobbing up and down, her small hand fisted around the base as she stroked in time with the exquisite suction of her mouth. Then her hand did this gentle twisting thing around his cock and he saw stars.
“Oh, fuck…” Kaden grunted, his back pressing into the couch, his hips thrusting forward.
He came so hard he felt the throbbing in his forehead.
*
“All right, little dudes, your parents are gonna be home soon,” Keegan informed the two boys currently hiding out in the blanket fort they’d built in the living room.
Well, technically, Keegan was the one who’d built it, and it was some damn fine architecture if he did say so himself. Clean lines done in maroon and cream cotton (a couple of throw blankets), awesome wood base (made from kitchen chairs, of course) and the most comfortable floor he’d ever sat on (pillows from the couch). Granted, he doubted Kennedy would be all that happy to see her many couch cushions, as well as a couple from her bed, being used as floors and walls in their imaginary kingdom. Never mind the fact that Buster, the family’s cocker spaniel, had taken a liking to the fort, curling up inside and taking a nap.
“We don’t wanna come out!” Brody shouted.
Being that he was two, Keegan had expected such a response.
“Hey, Matthew, you think you can help me here?” Keegan asked, keeping his tone level. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do somethin’ really cool for your mom and dad.”
One head peeked out, then the other.
“What did you wanna do?” Matthew asked.
Having just had his fourth birthday a couple of months ago, Matthew was a little easier to reason with. And Keegan had learned that Brody tended to do exactly as his older brother did.
“For starters, I wanted to see if we could get those pillows back on the couch. But I wanna see if we can make ’em crooked. That way your mom and dad’ll fall in when they sit down.”
One big grin formed, then another.
It was probably wrong of him to play them that way, but Keegan knew that was the game. If they thought they could pull one over on their parents, they were all for it. He’d been the same way at that age.
Come to think of it, he was the same way now.
Keegan grinned at the thought.
It took a good twenty minutes for them to deconstruct the blanket fort and get the pillows back where they belonged. It was Matthew’s idea to put the pillows from his parents’ bed at the foot of the mattress instead of the top so they would have to sleep upside down. Matthew’s logic, of course.
As for the couch … well, the cushions were most definitely crooked, but he figured Sawyer and Kennedy would live. After all, Keegan’s babysitting services were free of charge. He had to get his recompense somehow.
An hour later, Keegan was strolling into Curtis and Lorrie’s two-story farmhouse, lured by the aroma of roasting meat and the delicious scent of fresh-baked cornbread.
His first stop was over to Lorrie to plant a hello kiss on his aunt’s soft cheek.
“Would you mind adding a few place settings to the table?” Lorrie asked, smiling up at him. “We’ve got a few additional guests comin’ th
is evening.”
“Of course. Mind if I ask who?” Keegan grabbed three more plates and three sets of silverware.
“Frank and Iris,” she said pleasantly. “And they’re bringin’ their grandson, Eric.”
Keegan had been seeing quite a bit of his Uncle Frank these past few months. He wasn’t sure why that was, but he was glad for it.
He set out the extra plates and silverware in various spots reserved for those who dropped by unexpectedly. After delivering the additional settings to the enormous dining room, Keegan returned to the kitchen.
“How’d your afternoon go with Brody and Matthew?” Curtis asked, stepping into the room.
“Good.” He smiled. “Blanket fort.”
Curtis shook his head in that disbelieving way, a big grin forming on his aging face. “I talked to your daddy today.”
“Did you?”
“Said they’d be comin’ down for Christmas this year.”
“Yes, sir, he promised us they would,” he told his uncle. “I tried to get ’em down for Thanksgiving, but Mom was excited to spend it with her brother.”
Keegan’s father was the oldest of the Walkers as well as the only one who had settled down outside of Coyote Ridge. They’d been begging their parents to simply move here, but there was always one reason or another why they couldn’t. Considering his other brothers and his sister were finally relocating, he figured there weren’t going to be too many more excuses they could use. Perhaps the lure of some grandkids of his own would get his parents here.
From that point onward, there wasn’t a whole lot of in-depth conversation taking place at the weekly meal. Curtis and Lorrie’s kids soon descended, bringing along all the grandkids until the house was packed full. Keegan answered all the questions directed his way: How’s life on the ranch? You get the floors done yet? then asked some of his own: How’re things with the kids? How’s work? Anything new you want to brag about? That sort of thing.
He was busy chatting it up with Braydon and Brendon when Kaden walked in. The first thing Kaden did was seek him out, their eyes meeting across the room. It was just something they did. Since they’d been old enough to go separate ways, they always found their way back together. Not only was Kaden his twin brother, he was also his best friend.
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