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

by Nicole Edwards

  “I’m ready.”

  He believed her. At least, he believed she thought she was ready. Although people believed double penetration was something that was a given in a threesome, for them it wasn’t usually the case. It had something to do with how well-endowed they were. It wasn’t a simple, easy feat.

  But it was doable and Kaden damn sure wasn’t going to deny her request.

  “We’ll go slow,” he promised.

  When she nodded, he breathed a sigh of relief. Not because she agreed but because she trusted them enough to do so.

  Bristol tried to roll on top of him, but Kaden stopped her, kissing her as he shifted, his hand sliding down to her thigh then slowly moving upward.

  “I get to take that sweet virgin ass, baby.”

  “Come here,” Keegan urged, now positioned correctly on the bed. “You’re gonna ride me.”

  Bristol inhaled sharply, a sound Kaden enjoyed.

  Then she was moving over Keegan, straddling his hips and leaning down.

  Kaden could hear the wet sound of their mouths and tongues exploring, their soft grunts and groans as skin rubbed skin, but his focus was on getting her ass ready to take his cock. He knew he couldn’t rush this, but not doing so was a testament to his will-power.

  After riffling through her nightstand drawer, Kaden found a bottle of lubricant. He would’ve given Bristol shit about it simply to watch her blush, but again, his mind was on other things.

  The instant he was kneeling on the bed, Bristol’s entire body went rigid.

  Kaden leaned over and pressed a kiss to her spine. “Relax, baby. We’ve got a ways to go before my cock gets anywhere near this beautiful ass.”

  Clearly knowing she needed a distraction, Keegan pulled Bristol back down to him, those kissing noises erupting again.

  Kaden went to work, generously lubing his fingers.

  Ensuring she knew where his hands were at all times, Kaden put one on her hip after pressing in the center of her back to get her to lean down more, angling her ass toward him.

  He teased her with his fingers for long minutes. Slowly at first, rimming her, awakening those sensitive nerve endings. The more Bristol moaned and rocked, the more he gave her, starting with one finger, then two, until finally he had three fingers buried in her ass, fucking her slow and easy, pushing in deep. Every time she would relax, he would scissor his fingers, loosening those muscles as much as he could.

  “Are you ready, baby?” Keegan asked her.

  “Yes,” she said on a raspy breath, her body rocking against the fingers impaling her. “God yes.”

  Kaden continued to finger her ass while Keegan shifted her so she was sitting astride his cock. Kaden watched as Keegan’s cock parted her pussy lips and slid deep inside. And then she was filled completely.

  Bristol grunted.

  “Too much?” Keegan whispered.

  “No. Just … go slow.”

  Kaden was already going slow, so he continued, pushing his fingers inside her when Keegan pulled out. They continued like that while Kaden lubed his cock then added a generous amount to her ass, still penetrating her with his fingers.

  “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. You ready for my cock?”

  She sucked in air and breathed out something that sounded a lot like yes but was muffled by Keegan’s lips.

  He wasted no time. Kaden took the reins then, prodding her asshole with the head of his cock, pushing against her body’s natural resistance while Keegan remained perfectly still beneath her. Inch by excruciating inch, he went in deeper. His head spun as the heat of her ass enveloped him, the tight ring of muscles parting as he pressed his hips forward. It took a while, but her body eventually relaxed, allowing them to fill her at the same time.

  And then he was moving.

  Kaden got lost in the sensations of her body moving on him as he gripped her hips, pulling her back and pushing her forward on his cock. He admired the long line of her spine, the smoothness of her skin. She was clearly distracted by the two cocks filling her impossibly full because she let them do all the work. They continued like that for long minutes, his cock sliding in and out of her ass as the pleasure robbed him of all thought.

  When he paused, buried to the hilt, Keegan began to move. Slow and deep, he rolled his hips beneath her.

  “Fuck yes, darlin’,” Keegan crooned. “You’re so damn tight like this.”

  His brother continued his crass monologue until he was groaning in earnest.

  And with one quick look over her shoulder, Kaden nodded his head and they began to move together, alternating as they filled her. Bristol moaned when they did, her body coming to life as though she was chasing her own release.

  “Oh, God!”

  Her ass tightened on his cock.

  “That feels … good. Surprisingly good.” She moaned and sighed, rocking with their movements. “Don’t stop. Please … oh, God, don’t stop.”

  Taking her pleas as their cue, Kaden began to fuck her with shallow strokes. Faster, harder. Keegan matched his pace from beneath her until they were rocking her body between them.

  “I’m … oh, God, yes!” Bristol cried out, her orgasm hitting without warning.

  Her ass clamped down on his cock and Kaden came in a rush. His garbled groan was followed by Keegan’s deep, bellowing grunt.

  Kaden carefully dislodged, moving slowly so as not to hurt her. Then he padded to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, then grabbed another washcloth, got it wet, and returned to the bedroom. Bristol was lying with her head on Keegan’s shoulder, her leg thrown over his thigh. To his surprise, she didn’t balk as Kaden cleaned her thoroughly.

  “That was … amazing,” she whispered with a contented sigh.

  “Yes, it was,” he agreed, pulling her into him so he was spooned up against her.

  Keegan disappeared for a moment, then returned to join them on the bed, sandwiching Bristol between them as the three of them drifted off.

  *

  Keegan didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, but he woke slowly, both Bristol and Kaden sleeping soundly beside him, the three of them crowded on her queen-sized bed.

  A smile was immediately on his lips as he opened his eyes and peered up at the ceiling of the dark room. He didn’t move, not wanting to wake Bristol. He had no idea what time it was, but since his stomach wasn’t rumbling, he figured it wasn’t quite morning.

  His thoughts shifted to the ranch, to the morning chores that needed to be done before they headed to the shop. They had Cassius to handle them for now, but it wouldn’t be long before he would be up with the sun, taking care of things. Him and Kaden.

  Bristol would be there, too. And in the not-so-distant future, a son or daughter, as well.

  It had been a long time in the making, but they were finally living their dreams. A ranch in Coyote Ridge and a sweet woman at their side. What more could they ask for?

  “You awake?”

  Keegan turned his head at the sound of his brother’s voice. “Yep.”

  Neither of them said anything more and Keegan wondered if Kaden was thinking the same thing he was: they should be in a bigger bed.

  As it was, his feet were hanging off the bottom, his shoulder hugging the edge. It would’ve been irritating if it weren’t for the fact Bristol was naked between them. That was enough to forgive any discomfort he might’ve found with the bed.

  But they would be getting a new one. One big enough for the three of them to sleep comfortably with Bristol between them every night.

  Keegan would start looking online immediately.

  But first he was going to wake up their sweet woman.

  Using only his mouth.

  Epilogue

  Two years, eight months later

  Saturday, August 12, 2023

  “Okay, Princess P,” Keegan called out when he stepped into the living room. “It’s time for lunch.”

  He heard sweet girl-giggles and then Kate’s head poked out of the blanket fort.
/>   “Which one?” she asked. “There are two Princess Ps in this castle.”

  Keegan grinned. “Both of ’em.”

  More giggling.

  “You think you can wrangle them, Kate?” Keegan asked when he perched on the arm of the couch, waiting patiently.

  “Can anyone?” she countered then ducked back inside.

  “All right, ladies,” he said to the two-year-old twins who were still hiding in the elaborate blanket fort they’d convinced him to build.

  Okay, fine. Maybe they hadn’t really convinced him. He’d come up with the idea all on his own. It was something he did often when Bristol and Kaden left him alone with the girls. Since Bristol wasn’t all that fond of him stealing the blankets and pillows, not to mention the barstools, for his works of art, he had to wait until they were alone, which was generally on Saturday mornings when Bristol and Kaden ventured out to the grocery store.

  “Hey, Kate,” he called out.

  Once again, she poked her head out.

  Keegan relied on Kate, just a few months shy of turning nine, to be the leader of the rambunctious duo who had learned early on that they could run roughshod over him. Well, he let them believe they could because, come on, they were just the cutest kids on the planet.

  “Think you could do me a favor?”

  One little head poked out beside Kate’s, then another identical one on the other side.

  “Sure.”

  “I’m gonna need to feed the chickens in—”

  “Chickie!” Paisley squealed as she launched herself out of the fort, getting to her feet and darting over to him.

  Payton wasn’t far behind her, both girls banging a little fist on his knee while staring up at him with wide, hopeful eyes that were the same blue gray as Keegan’s and Kaden’s.

  “What? You wanna feed the chickens?” he asked.

  They both nodded enthusiastically.

  Kate crawled out of the fort, got to her feet, and smiled. She knew how this worked because she’d been around the ranch plenty as of late. She often came over to help with the twins, and now that Bristol was nearing her fourth month of this pregnancy—only one healthy boy this time, according to the doctor—Kate continued to offer to lend a hand.

  Keegan couldn’t deny they needed as much help as they could get. Luckily, they had it. His parents were always offering to help out, as was Eve, who had taken to her nieces more so than anyone had expected. And the rest of the Walker clan was always around to pitch in, paying them back for all the times Keegan and Bristol had volunteered to babysit over the years.

  “Okay, so here’s the deal,” he told the girls in a conspiratorial whisper. “We have to eat all our lunch before we can feed the chickens. You think you can do that?”

  More head nodding.

  “But you know what we gotta do before we eat?”

  “Clean,” Payton announced, pointing at the fort, which was quite possibly his most impressive to date.

  Keegan kinda didn’t want to take it down before Kaden and Bristol returned to see it for themselves.

  “Let’s get a picture first,” he told the girls. “Then we’ll clean it all up.”

  Kate strolled over, held out her hand for the phone.

  After passing it over, Keegan joined the twins in front of the fort. He got down on his knees, grabbed them around the waist, and tucked them under his arms while they giggled uncontrollably. All three of them made funny faces for the camera.

  Kate clicked away, then announced, “All good.”

  As they’d done plenty of times before, Payton and Paisley turned to the fort, and began dragging the pillows and blankets down, which was quite the feat for them. As was their routine, they shoved everything in his direction.

  While Kate took the barstools back to the kitchen, Keegan grabbed the blankets, folded them neatly, and piled them on the end table. He left the pillows for the girls, waiting until they were ready to heft them up onto the couch.

  “The chickens don’t really need to be fed, do they?” Kate asked, her lips hardly moving as she spoke under her breath.

  Keegan laughed. “What do you think?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Those birds are gonna get fat.”

  Maybe. But seeing his girls giggle and smile made it all worth it.

  Of course, they would wait until Bristol and Kaden got back from the store so they could handle the chore as a family.

  After all, that was what they did.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Of course, I have to thank my wonderfully patient husband who puts up with me every single day. If it wasn’t for him and his belief that I could (and can) do this, I wouldn’t be writing this today. He has been my backbone, my rock, the very reason I continue to believe in myself. I love you for that, babe.

  Chancy Powley – You continue to come through for me in every way. You even tolerate my inability to answer my text messages in a timely manner. I will apologize for that now and for all future instances because we all know, I’m horrible at it. Just keep in mind, you are the absolute best friend I have and I am forever grateful for your friendship.

  Jenna Underwood — Because you continue to be my friend despite the fact that I am the world’s worst friend. Thank you for always being there for me and for the postcards. They make me smile.

  I also have to thank my street team – Naughty (and nice) Girls – Your unwavering support is something I will never take for granted.

  I can’t forget my copyeditor, Amy at Blue Otter Editing. Thank goodness I’ve got you to catch all my punctuation, grammar, and tense errors. I also want to say thank you to Rebecca at Fairest Reviews Editing for giving me a different perspective and making some terrific suggestions.

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  PROLOGUE

  June 2019, Location Classified

  “Abort! Abort!”

  The words were shouted through h
is earpiece, but Brantley Walker was having a difficult time hearing them. Probably had everything to do with this godforsaken ringing in his ears.

  To top it off, he couldn’t see a damn thing. What was left of the dilapidated concrete building was filled with dust, dirt, and debris, which not only affected his eyesight but was permeating his lungs, making it damn near impossible to breathe.

  “Phantom One, get your ass outta there! Now!”

  Coughing in an effort to expel the dust from his chest cavity, Brantley shook off the initial shock and pain, taking stock of his surroundings.

  “Phantom One! Do you read?”

  Did he? Brantley wasn’t sure.

  “Phantom One? Goddammit, Phantom One? Comm check.”

  Before he could force a few words to assure his team he was still in one piece, sounds came from above. Instinct and training caused him to go completely still, only his eyes moving to scan the space.

  The main floor—now above him—of the single-story house had given way, sending him careening into what appeared to be some sort of concrete bunker beneath the structure that had supposedly housed the hostage they’d been sent in to retrieve. Intel had placed the thirty-year-old nuclear physicist here. Right fucking here, which was the only reason Brantley and his SEAL team had slipped silently into the building, intending to be in and out in under a minute.

  Bad news: the fucking scientist wasn’t here. Worse news: the tangos were moving in.

  “Phantom Two, I don’t have eyes on Phantom One. Repeat, I don’t have eyes on.”

  “Roger that, Phantom Six. Fall back. We’ll get eyes on him.”

  Would they? Brantley had an eerie feeling no one was going to see much of him once this was over.

  How long had it been, anyway? A minute? Ten? Not that it mattered. The mission was a goat-fuck of epic proportions. The extraction team was likely gone, his own team scattered about. The most he could hope was Phantom Team was nearby, keeping a close eye on the exterior.

  And here Brantley was, in the middle of it all, surrounded by broken slabs of concrete, rebar, and dirt, all piled high in the space, offering absolutely no protection should one of those damn tangos appear above his head.