by D. L. Roan
“Where did you come from, Breezy girl?” He studied the contours of her delicate face, taking in all the things he’d never seen before. He loved the faint shadows of freckles that dusted her forehead and trailed along the bridge of her nose. “How did you get inside me like this?” He’d been blindsided from the first moment he laid eyes on her again, and now he didn’t know how he’d ever existed without her.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, “but you’ve always been a part of me.”
“I have?”
She nodded. “You and Con were the best part of my life. I’ve never wanted anything more than you.”
He didn’t hear the words as much as he felt them, like the first warm summer breeze after a long, frigid winter.
He loved her.
Holy shit! He was falling in love with her!
The revelation was so unexpected the words almost tumbled out before he could stop them. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was about him and Connor and finding their groove, not falling in love with the woman who brought them...together.
She’s the one.
A hot wave rolled through his chest. The weight of their past snapped away, leaving him speechless as he gazed down at her, all the broken pieces of his life falling into place.
He could see it plain as day. Breezy Youngblood, the incredibly sexy, smart woman in his arms was the one; the one woman he was positive he didn’t deserve, was never convinced she really existed, and wanted more than he’d ever wanted anything.
“What’s the matter?” Her voice drifted up to whatever cloud he was floating on and pulled him back to Earth.
“Nothing,” he said with what he was sure the goofiest smile as he stared down at her, cradling her beautiful face between his hands. “Absolutely nothing.”
She pulled at his shirt and he pushed up to give her room to pull it over his head. “Make love to me, Car.”
Her soft-spoken plea hit him straight in the heart. His arms shook as he lowered himself on top of her and touched his lips to hers, hoping his kiss conveyed all the words he didn’t know how or if he could say.
His body trembled with excitement. The revelation made him weak, lightheaded. He rolled and took her with him, settling her astride his hips. She worked at the buttons on his jeans as he worked at hers and within a minute they were skin to skin, nothing between them but a condom.
He was too enthralled by the new feelings coursing through his body to lie back and watch. He had to feel her, taste her, move with her. He guided her hips as her hand circled his cock, the wet heat of her pussy enveloping him inch by inch as she slowly lowered her body and took him inside. Oh, damn, she was tight, hotter than a desert summer day and so soft. How the hell had Connor lasted even a second?
Once he was imbedded as deeply as her body would allow, he sat up and drew her against him, the air rushing from his lungs the second her soft breasts contacted his fevered skin. Everything was new; every touch, every kiss. She even tasted different; warm and spicy and his.
Her hips flexed against his and he struggled to breathe. The inner walls of her pussy tightened around his shaft as she moved, drawing out an uncontainable groan from deep inside his chest. “Do that again,” he pleaded.
Her hips rolled again, each upward thrust pulling and milking his cock with intense pressure, each downward stroke seating him farther and deeper until he felt the head of his cock tap the end of her channel.
“Car,” she whispered his name, the sound pushing him to claim her, to love her in a way he’d never loved another woman.
“I’m here, Breezy girl.” He reached up and pulled her arm from around his neck, guiding her hand between them.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed, guiding her fingers in small circles around her clit. When she spread her fingers and slid them over her opening on either side of his cock, he thought his head would explode. “Fuck! That feels good.”
Over and over she stroked him as he moved in and out of her, tightening and relaxing her inner walls with each thrust. The combination of so many different sensations sent his orgasm into a riot to be released. He couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Look at us,” he panted, pressing his forehead to hers, drawing her gaze down to where they joined. “Watch and come with me.”
His hips thrust hard beneath her, his hands guiding her as he pushed inside her again and again.
“Car, please don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop,” he said as her pussy pulsated around him. A hot, silken wave surged over his cock and flooded her fingers, easing his entry and igniting his climax. His balls drew tight and he surged forward, crushing her against him as he came unglued, emptying himself inside her until there was nothing left. She owned him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Connor stepped through the front door and froze, the sight before him quickening his heartbeat and melting his insides all at the same time. The way Carson and Breezy’s bodies moved together was like no other song he’d ever heard. Looking at them together was like looking into a mirror. It’s happening! The look of awe on his twin’s face said it all. Carson finally got it. He was in love with their woman!
Connor quietly backed out of the cabin and pulled the door closed, giving himself a silent, enthusiastic fist pump the second he was off the porch. Yes! So many amazing sensations were coursing through his body, his mind racing with joy and possibility.
How in God’s name was he supposed to contain it all? He wanted to shout it to the sky! We’re in love with Breezy Youngblood! He didn’t, though, managing to somehow keep it from bursting out, lest he interrupt their moment.
He walked over to the campfire that was beginning to take off, trying to focus on the things he needed to get done for dinner. Water. They needed water to boil; for what he didn’t know, but it was something to do, something that would keep him moving.
He snatched up a tin pot and headed for the lake. Halfway there he turned around and looked back at the cabin, knowing that his twin and Breezy were inside making love for the first time. He couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He let out a loud whoop and a series of shouts worthy of any sixty-thousand-seat performance. This was it! This was huge. It changed everything and for the first time in he didn’t know how long, he knew he was right where he was supposed to be. I’m home.
He turned back around and took off like a rocket, desperate to expel some energy. His legs pumped double-time, the long grass slapping against his jeans as he ran through the field alongside the lake. His boots barely touched the ground and he could have sworn he was flying by the time he came around the back side of the lake, his arms raised in the air in triumph.
He ran all the way back to their campfire and plopped down on a log, his lungs working overtime, his body sated, for now. As he was catching a second wind, Carson ambled out of the cabin and took a seat beside him. “We need to talk, bro.”
He draped his arm across his brother’s shoulder, giving him a congratulatory shake. “You don’t have to say a word,” he said. “I see it written all over your face.”
“No, you don’t understand,” Carson persisted. “I’m in love with her.”
Hearing his brother speak those words was like standing on the summit of Mt. Everest. He could conquer the world with those five words. “I know,” Connor said, unable to contain his grin. “It’s about damn time.”
“And you’re okay with this?” he asked. “I mean, I know you’ve always wanted to share a girlfriend, but this is...” Carson pulled off his hat and shoved a hand through his hair, releasing an unsteady breath. “I’m thinking crazy shit, like weddings and kids and anything else she wants. Forever.”
Connor looked at his brother and stifled the urge to throttle him. “What in the world do you think I’ve wanted all this time?”
“Who’s in charge of feeding me?” Breezy asked as she walked up behind them.
Carson jumped up faster than a cat with a firecracker tied to its tail. Connor chuckled
as he moved over and patted the space between them. Unaware of their little powwow, Breezy took a seat beside him and he slipped his arm around her waist. “You just sit right here and Car will fix you the best campfire dinner you’ve ever had in your life.”
“No pressure there. I’ve never had one before.”
“And exactly what are you going to contribute to this meal?” Carson taunted him. He knew good and damn well Connor couldn’t cook.
He eyed the empty tin pot he’d picked up earlier, the one he’d obviously forgotten to fill after his celebration run. “I’ll get the water.” He snatched up the pot and took Breezy by the hand. “Come on. I’ll show you the lake.”
An hour after they’d devoured the best re-warmed ribs he’d ever had, the three of them sat beneath the stars and watched the flames gnaw at a fresh log. “Want another one?” he asked Carson, pointing at the empty beer bottle in his hand.
“Sure,” Carson said.
Connor motioned to Breezy but she shook her head. “No thanks. Two is my limit.”
He hopped to his feet and was back in minutes, carrying two more beers and a little something extra he’d packed.
“Marshmallows!” Breezy squealed, catching the plastic bag he tossed her way. “I’ve never roasted marshmallows!”
Like a kid in a candy store, she pried open the bag and took one of the sticks he handed her, sliding two white puffs on the end. “Like this?” she asked, waiving the stick over the fire.
“You’re a pro.” Carson chuckled. “But turn them like this so they don’t burn.”
Connor watched them together, wondering how in the world she’d never experienced something as simple and fun as roasting marshmallows over an open campfire. Carson coached her, guiding her hand as they turned the stick over the flame. He laughed when it caught fire anyway and they both rushed to blow it out.
He couldn’t help but imagine their future: the house he wanted to build her, the private studio he and Carson would record in, the laughter of their children playing in the biggest treehouse he could build.
For the first time since he began plotting their exit from the craziness of touring life, he felt excited about talking to Carson. He’d tell him about his plan on their drive down to Billings to buy her engagement ring, he decided. He already knew the jeweler he wanted to design it. He couldn’t wait to make love to her as their wife.
“Too bad you don’t have chocolate and graham crackers,” she said as she fingered the gooey, charred dessert. “Ouch, that’s hot.” She sucked her finger into her mouth, causing Connor’s cock to stand up and take notice.
“Eh-hem.” He reached behind the log and retrieved the plastic bag he’d hidden when he brought the marshmallows.
“Oh, please tell me that’s chocolate,” she begged.
“What will you give me for it?”
Her expression turned pouty. She crawled across the blanket on her hands and knees, her gaze locked onto him. She settled between his outstretched legs and he swallowed as she licked her lips. “What do you want?” she asked, the tone in her voice promising something wicked.
“I want that tempting mouth of yours on my cock,” he challenged. She licked her lips again and his cock twitched in anticipation.
Breezy rose up on her knees. His gaze followed her hand as she reached for his belt, not seeing the other hand until it was too late and she snatched the bag from his hand. “No fair!” He cried foul as she scurried back to Carson, who was holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
“Never get between a woman and her chocolate,” Carson said. “Didn’t the dads teach you anything?”
“Aw, don’t pout,” she said with another giggle as she dug into the bag and fisted a handful of chocolate bars. “I’ll make it up to you later, after S’mores, but not out here. I’m not about to tempt the crazies with anymore photo ops.”
“No cameras up here, baby.” Connor crawled over to her and reached for one of the bars. “I’m going to unwrap it for you,” he said when she wouldn’t let go. Firelight flickered in her eyes, her dubious glance making him chuckle before she finally let go. “As I was saying.” He unwrapped the chocolate bar and snapped off a square. “There’s no cell signal here and we’re too far up for a radio controlled drone to reach from anywhere they launch in the valley. Anyone crazy enough to try to hike this far without a plan or knowing where they’re going wouldn’t survive the night.”
“Falcon Ridge is to the east and it’s a straight-line drop off,” Carson added. “The only way up here is the way we came, and I don’t think anyone is going to try that after Uncle Cade shot their drone out of the sky.”
“I don’t know.” Breezy scrunched up her nose. “Some of those people seem insane enough to try.”
He stacked a melted marshmallow and chocolate onto a cracker and held it up to her lips. She took a bite, her eyes closing with a guttural groan.
“Oh my God, that’s good,” she said around the gooey treat, her tongue rolling it around in her mouth.
His groin tightened and Carson cleared his throat, the blissful look on her face sending them both into overdrive. They’d wanted to make love to her under the stars, but right now he didn’t care where they were, as long as it was soon!
Chapter Twenty-Three
“There are so many stars.” With her head resting in Carson’s lap, Connor massaging her feet, and the flickering pop of the dwindling fire, Breezy fought to keep her eyes open.
“It’s a one-of-a-kind view.” Carson sighed. “I didn’t realize I missed it so much until tonight.”
A comfortable silence fell between them. Carson took a swig of his beer and Breezy looked up, watching the masculine lines of his neck move with each swallow. She glanced over at Connor and studied his identical, beautiful profile. How had this happened? How had she gone from the poor girl next door, with dreams larger than her life should ever have allowed, to sitting on top of a mountain with those dreams so close to becoming reality?
She loved them. She wanted to tell them, but there were still things they didn’t know—things that could change the way they saw her. And what if she was reading more into this than she should?
Both of them had said things that made her believe there was more than just sex between them, but neither had said anything about love, or a future that extended past the moment. There was no way to protect her heart if she was wrong. It had belonged to them from the moment she laid eyes on them over nine years ago. She knew that now more than ever, no matter what happened between them.
Things had turned out so differently than she’d ever dared dream when she rolled through Grassland that first day. She glanced up at both of them one last time, memorizing the moment to carry with her should this time with them come to an end.
“I’ll be right back,” she finally said, giving them both a short kiss before she stood and walked to the cabin.
While she was tempted by the thought of making love to them under the stars, she didn’t want to take the chance. Regardless of the outcome of her summer fling, she had her career to consider. The group practice with which she had an interview in the next week wouldn’t understand or condone another potential scandal.
An oil lantern sat on the small table in the corner, its low flame casting a romantic glow about the room.
Perfect.
She shimmied out of her clothes and gave herself a quick sponge bath with a bottle of water and a few paper towels. Despite the summer season, the night air was crisp inside the cabin and a shiver skittered over her shoulders. She quickly dried off and crawled beneath the red quilt, drawing it up to her nose and breathing in Carson’s scent.
He and Connor might be identical twins, but they had distinctly different scents; Connor’s was a mixture of maple and spice, and Carson’s more like pine and fresh rain. She was toasty warm under the blanket when she heard their booted footsteps on the front porch.
“Breezy!” The cabin door swung open and hit the wall behind it with a loud t
hud. Carson rushed into the room, the alarm in his voice sending her scrambling from the bed.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, thank God you’re okay!” Connor rushed in behind Carson.
“Of course I’m okay.” She sank back onto the bed and gathered the quilt around her.
“You said you’d be right back, darlin’. Right back isn’t thirty minutes. Right back is five, maybe eight.”
“Eight?” Good lord! And had she really been gone thirty minutes?
“There are bears up here, Breezy,” Connor shoved his hand through his hair.
“And mountain lions,” Carson added with exasperation. “I thought I heard one in the woods not too far away.”
“And two rock star cowboys with overactive imaginations,” she giggled.
Connor stopped pacing and Carson’s eyes narrowed to threatening slits. “She thinks this is funny, Con. Do you think this is funny?”
Connor studied her, his brow arched high. “Not one bit,” he said, propping his hands on his hips. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson on how dangerous life can be in the Montana wilderness.”
She clutched the quilt to her chest as they stalked to the edge of the bed. “I figured you’d come looking for me when I didn’t come back,” she said as she inched across the mattress toward the far side of the bed. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Oh, you surprised us all right,” Carson said as his hands worked slowly at the buttons on his shirt.
“Scared the hell out of us is more like it.” Connor was less deliberate in undressing, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his boots, jeans and underwear in one fluid movement. His expression, however, was just as intense as Carson’s and fixed on her like a laser.
“What do you think we ought to do, Car?” Connor asked, standing naked beside his brother, his hand caressing his erection in slow, deliberate strokes.
“I think she owes you a blow job,” Carson suggested as he unzipped his pants, his gaze trained on her like one of those mountain lions they’d mentioned.
