Chapter Four
Bailey barely looked at the house.
All that mattered was getting Brooke inside it and getting
her naked.
He’d damn near come in his jeans like a teenaged boy when
he’d watched her take her pleasure. She’d been bold and strong, riding him like
it was her right.
She was the one. Oh, she didn’t know it yet, and she might
end up railing against fate because he was pretty sure they weren’t good bets,
but it was still true.
“They put you in here? Is it a storage shed?” Shane stood
outside the door.
Bay didn’t care. He would do her in the parking lot at this
point. Maybe they should think about getting a camper for the truck.
She was so fucking gorgeous. And he was off the leash.
He tugged on her hand before she could reply and drew her
back, gripping her neck and slipping his tongue in her mouth the minute she
softened and opened for him. He let his tongue find hers as her arms wound
around him.
This. This was what he needed. This was what they needed.
“Let her open the door, Bay. We don’t want to wake up those
horses.” Shane had to be the voice of reason.
He pulled back, but he needed to make a few things plain. He
shoved his hands in all that soft hair of hers and forced her to look up at
him. The moonlight caressed her face like a lover, bringing out all her glowy beauty. “Little brother is more prim and proper than
I am. If I had my way, I’d put you on the hood of the truck and fuck you right
there.”
The sweetest grin lit her face, and she turned slightly
Shane’s way. “Thanks for being prim, Shane. Also, now I at least know the birth
order. How many minutes apart?”
So she bought the whole twins thing. He shouldn’t get into
it, but he would answer any question she had as long as she was naked in the
next few minutes. “I don’t know the exact number, but something like a hundred
and fifty thousand.”
“We’re not twins, baby. We’re half
brothers,” Shane said, holding out a hand. “I’m our dad’s affair kid.
There’s three months and a couple of days between us. Give me the keys.”
“There aren’t keys. It’s open. My brothers lose keys, and
they want Paige to be able to get in,” she replied, her gaze going from one to
the other. “How did you find each other?”
Shane’s head shook. “We can talk when we get inside and
you’re naked. If you wanted a historical rundown, you shouldn’t have mentioned
multiple orgasms.”
He opened the door.
“We’re getting a lock if you’re staying here,” Shane
announced. “Anyone could walk in.”
“There’s no one out here,” she protested. “It’s not like the
city.”
She was na?ve. Bay picked her up because he wasn’t going to
argue with her. “Like nothing bad ever happens in Bliss.”
He could run down a list of shitty things that happened
here. Russian mobsters. Serial killers. An odd amount of corporations trying to
kill for profit, according to Nell. Feminist aliens who wanted to show men how
hard pregnancy was. The list went on and on.
He carried her into the…very small house.
There was a tiny kitchen and a couch and table. There was a
set of stairs that led to… He wasn’t sure.
“Where is the bed?” Bay asked. “What is this?”
“It’s a tiny house.” Brooke frowned, and he set her on her
feet. “My brothers said it was for foaling or when they have to stay up late
with the horses, but I think it might be my spinster house.”
“Your brothers think you’re a spinster?” Shane asked.
“What’s a spinster?” Bay was confused.
“It’s an old timey word for a woman of a certain age who
remains unmarried,” Shane replied. “You would know it if you hadn’t fallen
asleep during all of Bridgerton.”
Brooke’s expression lit up again. She did seem to love when
they were weird. “You watched Bridgerton?”
“When we were working at this ranch in New Mexico, the lady
who ran the ranch invited all the hands to watch with her. She was lonely. She
was young when her husband died, and she was focused on the ranch, so she
didn’t have a lot of friends,” Bay explained. “Shane and I were the only ones
who took her up on it.”
“Dumbasses. She made all these little cakes and sandwiches.
It was delicious,” Shane continued. “And you know what? I liked the story.
After we moved to a ranch in Texas, I snuck into the owner’s man cave real late
at night to watch season two.”
Asshole. “He blamed his daughter for that. He lost his shit
when they upset his algorithm and instead of John Wick, his watch nexts became a bunch of period dramas and Taylor Swift
concerts.”
“Well, who do you think I watched it with, brother?” Shane
taunted.
He pointed his brother’s way. “I knew you were fucking her.
Liar.”
“If you wanted some, you should have been interested in
Anthony and Kate,” Shane shot back.
Brooke got between them, the most amused look on her face.
“Thanks. I now know which brother I can role-play with. Shouldn’t one of you be
ripping my clothes off now?”
Shane pointed his way. “Don’t you dare. That shirt is her
design from last season, and she’ll be pissed in the morning.”
Brooke’s jaw dropped. “How do you… I don’t care. Welcome to
my spinster home. Please let me do dirty, nasty things before I hit my crone
stage.”
He would have to deal with his brother later. Not that there
was anything to really deal with. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex on their
own before, though it proved the relationship wasn’t important to Shane because
he would never have dated on his own.
Brooke was another story. Months of plotting and planning,
and here they were.
Longer, when he thought about it since he’d been sketching
her for years. Wondering about her. Longing for what she represented.
She should be a disappointment. She was a little mean and
was probably using them for sex, but it made him more determined than ever to
have her. And since she responded so well to her lover taking charge, that
seemed like a fine plan.
“Take off the shirt,” he commanded. “Take it all off, and
then we’re going to see how you taste.”
A shudder went through her and her hands went to the bottom
of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the couch that
looked like it was Barbie-doll sized.
He hoped the bed was bigger.
She had a bed, right? No one would set their spinster sister
up with a house and leave out the bed, right?
He let the thought go because she took off her bra, and he
got his first good look at her tits.
Breasts. He was going to be a gentleman.
So it would be her breasts he intended to suck on and nip
and cup and press together so he could tongue her nipples one after the other.
Gorgeous breasts. They would be a perfect handful, and they were tipped with
pretty nipples that tightened under his gaze.
“All of it, Brooke.” Shane stood beside him, both watching
her. “He said all of it.”
“That doesn’t feel fair,” she said, though her hands were
already on the fly of her jeans. She toed out of her shoes and worked the
button.
Shane pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it
alongside hers.
“Fair doesn’t matter here. You either trust us to give you
what you need or…” Bay actually didn’t want to go there.
“Or we make you trust us.” Shane always saved him. “Damn,
you’re gorgeous, girl. We need to make this spinster house your slutty house.”
Brooke grinned. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too. And
I realize you two are going to be a handful, so before you get so deep into top
space I can’t get you back, I have a request.”
He was almost there. He could be bossy when it came to sex,
but he felt over the top with her. Caveman like. Still, he could hold off for a
couple of minutes. “What is it?”
She stood there like a goddess in a small temple. She bit
her bottom lip, and her eyes went hot. “I want to suck your cocks.”
Yep, he was going to go off.
Bay took a long breath. It wasn’t a request he would refuse.
He nodded. “Get on your knees, baby.”
Shane was out of his clothes in superhero time. He was
already stroking his cock as Bay held out a hand. She placed hers in his, but
before she could start to settle down, he brought it to his lips, turning it
over so he could kiss her palm.
“You’re in charge of this part, but you’re mine after.”
She nodded. “I’m yours after.” She stared into his eyes.
“You should know it’s been a while for me. A long while. I don’t have…uhm, I
mean I don’t carry around…”
His bold girl was suddenly shy, and he realized what she was
talking about. “We have condoms. Baby, we really did overhear the clown car
girl talking about where you would be tonight and followed you there. You
should know we only intended to take you home. But we’re not so dumb that we’re
not prepared in case you wanted…well, this.”
“Bay, this is all I can have right now.”
Again, he wasn’t going to argue with her. He would show her
they could have something special. “Then we should make it count.”
He kissed her again and let his hands find her breasts. So
soft. So responsive, since her nipples were hard pebbles against his palm.
When he broke off the kiss, she gave him a mysterious smile
and dropped to her knees with his help.
She was precious, and he didn’t want her banging her knees.
They needed carpet instead of the hardwoods.
And then her hand was on the fly of his jeans, and he wasn’t
thinking about decorating anymore.
She was a fucking goddess. He’d dreamed of seeing her this
way, but she was so much more. He supposed in a lot of ways he’d viewed her as
a perfect woman. He was rapidly learning that his version of perfect included a
sassy mouth and a bad attitude at times. And that impish grin she got when she
knew her own power.
He wanted to see that grin on her face way more often.
He took a long breath as she wrapped a hand around his cock
and heard Shane do the same.
She wasn’t bothering to hesitate. She didn’t need alcohol to
drop her inhibitions about sleeping with two men. She didn’t seem to have any
inhibitions when it came to this. She loved her brothers and didn’t have a