Chapter 3
THREE
TESS
My brows raise as I stare at Kaiden. I yank my hand free of Tyler’s and stand before them, suddenly feeling out of place. I thought my sarcasm would break the ice considering I have been sexting their father for months, but it appears I was fucking wrong.
“Wait, no fair, dude. I want to bang her,” Tyler whines, causing my jaw to unhinge.
Clayton groans, drawing all our attention to him. He shakes his head at both his sons. “She isn’t a fucking toy, you can’t declare her off limits?—”
“I call dibs!” Tyler shouts, cutting his father off. I look at both of them and damn, they are fucking hot. Kaiden is huge, well over a foot taller than me. His shaggy blond hair is a mess atop his head. His brown eyes are filled with a challenge as he stares down at me. It’s freezing yet he stands there in a thin cotton shirt and gray sweats. Tyler looks like a troublemaker, his brown eyes filled with youthfulness. His brown hair is cropped short on the sides but just long enough on top to skim your fingers through it. He’s dressed in similar colored jeans to Clayton but he wears a hoodie instead of a flannel.
“No fair!” Kaiden snaps. When Clayton growls, I turn to face him. He looks like he is two seconds away from smacking both his son’s heads together. I drink the sight of their daddy and begin to heat when his blue eyes lock with mine. It’s so wrong to want him, but I fucking bet my first born that fucking him would be like nothing I have ever experienced before. He looks like a man who knows how to please his woman and goddammit, I want him. It’s wrong because he’s Van’s father, but I mean, can Van really judge when his own girlfriend is fucking her stepbrother?
“Both of you boys need to get the hell out of here. Take Tess’s bags to her room. Supper will be ready in half an hour. Go finish your tasks.” Tyler and Kaiden both grumble. From what I have learned from Peyton, Kaiden is twenty-seven and Tyler is twenty-three. They may be grown men but they still listen to their father. Both of the guys shoot me a wink as they carry my bags upstairs, leaving me alone with their daddy.
I slowly turn and face Clayton, the hunger I see in his eyes has my pussy clenching on air. I fight to keep my face neutral, not wanting to give away the effect he is having on me, but the sly smirk that graces his handsome face tells me I’m failing.
“Still want to show me that piercing, little minx?” I choke on my fucking tongue. Clayton laughs, further enhancing my shame. I quickly get myself under control before shooting him a glare.
Not one to be outdone, I fire back. “I believe your sons just called me off limits to you,” I sass. Clayton slowly eats up the space between us until his chest brushes against me, forcing me to crane my neck back to maintain eye contact. Being in a room with those three hulk’s made me feel small.
He lifts his hand and runs his fingers through my hair. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the feeling of his hands finally on me after so fucking long. He bends until his lips ghost over the shell of my ear.
“I raised my sons to share all their toys. I would have thought watching Van has shown you how well he shares with his friends.” My jaw unhinges, and without consent a whimper tears out of me, giving away how his words have hit their mark. “Careful, little minx, I may just let my sons fuck you while I watch, since I know for a fact being watched is one of your fantasies.” He releases me and stalks out of the room while I stand here trying not to crumple to the floor in a heap of messy need. My panties are soaked, my clit is throbbing for release, and now I am praying that the snow doesn’t clear so Peyton and the guys won’t make it. I would love to spend the next few weeks exploring Van’s family without interruptions.
I couldn’t sit still, so I decided to take a look around the cabin. The downstairs is spacious and surprisingly homey and clean. Don’t get me wrong, they have the cliché antlers on the wall like all hunting cabins, but the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that give you a clear unobscured view of the landscape are stunning. I could sit in this living room for hours and plot my future romance books.
I continue my exploration of the downstairs and find a full bathroom, spare room, laundry, separate dining room and a study. When Van had mentioned that his family lived in a cabin, I expected some rickety old thing with no running water but this place is nothing like I imagined. It’s fucking stunning. All the beams look unique and hand planed, the architecture of this place is second to none. I stop in the small hallway that is located between the study and living room and gaze at the photos that line the wall.
There are so many pictures of Van and his brothers, a few of them have Clayton, but I don’t see any with their mother. I find myself smiling at a picture of the four of them at some lake, with fishing rods in their hands and large smiles on their faces, they look so happy. The three boys were clearly young, Kaiden looking like he might have been sixteen-ish.
“That one’s my favorite.” I jump and cover my chest with my hand as I shoot the man himself a glare.
“You scared the hell out of me!” I scold. Kaiden just smirks and shrugs his shoulders.
“My bad.” I roll my eyes and go back to looking at the photos.
“Why isn’t your mom in any of the pictures?” I find myself blurting out, then I cringe but it’s not like I can take the question back.
“She met Dad, got pregnant with Van, then fucked off after he was born.” I whirl around and face him with wide eyes.
“What?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and stares at me like what he just said isn’t a big deal. “I thought Tyler was the youngest?”
He nods. “He is.”
I frown. “Does he have a different mom to you and Van?” I push.
“Nah, Tyler’s parents died when he was three. His old man was a good buddy of Dad’s, so we took Tyler in and that’s the end of it. Van is my half-brother but blood means nothing to us. Clayton isn’t my biological father.”
My jaw hits the fucking floor. “What?” I screech, then quickly snap my mouth closed and shoot him a sheepish smile that just has him smiling and shaking his head. A dark sensual look overtakes his features as he slowly leans in until I taste his breath on my tongue.
“The three of us aren’t related by blood, so if you wanted to fuck all of us, you could.” Kaiden pulls back, shoots me a wink, then turns and walks away like he didn’t just drop a bomb on me. These men clearly have no boundaries or reservations on expressing their wants.
My chest constricts. Clayton raised and loved Kaiden and Tyler like his own. Van may be his only biological son but he never once mentioned any of this while we were texting or talking. All he said to me was he had three sons, he’s proud of all of them and loves them more than anything. Clayton is a good fucking man and now, knowing what I do about him, my desire to feel his cock inside me has only grown. My panties are soaked, my pussy is aching with the need for release and if I don’t control myself, I’m going to take Kaiden up on his offer and allow all three of them to eat me for supper.