Her Double Mountain Outlaws: Blackthorn Mountain Men, book 8, page 6
Nah, this was a lot more than that. This was emotional. If we’d both just wanted to jump into bed with Kennedy, we’d have gone after her months before. The reason we hadn’t was because we both felt things for her I don’t think either of us had ever felt about a woman before. We’d stayed away because the idea of someone we felt like that about getting hurt for being close to us was too horrible to consider.
That’s why Caleb was tiptoeing around this. Because this was new territory. Yeah, there’d been girls we’d shared before, but nothing real. Nothing with feelings involved. Trust me, we’d looked, and we’d never found it.
But I knew what I felt with Kennedy, and I was pretty damn sure I knew what Caleb did too when it came to her.
I turned to face him fully, folding my arms over my chest as I eyed him. Caleb glared right back, his hand still curled into a fist. I just grinned, and slowly, I saw the grin spread across his too as his shoulders relaxed.
“Fuck off with that Jedi mind trick shit, man,” he mutters, flipping me off as he strolled over to his station.
I chuckled. “Shit, you had your fist clenched up and everything. What the fuck did you think I was gonna do, fight you?”
Caleb scowled, grabbing his sketch pad and slumping into his tattooing chair as he began to furiously draw.
“Maybe. Dude your face was hard to read.”
I grinned. “You thought I was gonna joust you or some shit for ‘the lady’s honor’?”
He shook his head. “Keep making jokes, but you know why I acted like that.”
My smile thinned, and I nodded. “Because you’re into her.”
“Because you’re into her,” he shot back, eyeing me coolly.
“But so are you.”
His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Yeah, I am. In a way that’s…” He shook his head, trailing off.
“Like nothing you’ve ever even imagined.”
He stopped sketching and looked up. “Yeah, man. It’s like she’s deep inside of me. Like she’s under my skin like fucking ink. You know?”
“Trust me,” I growled. “I know.”
“Same for you, right?”
I nodded, and my best friend swore.
“So, what the fuck do we do about this?”
I shrugged. “What do you mean?”
“I mean this is new ground, Landon. This isn’t some chick we can both just ‘be’ with like that. There’s more involved. Emotionally, I mean.”
I met his eye. “You think we couldn’t share that way too?” I stroked my chin, thinking about it myself. “You know how we are. You’re closer than a brother, man. If it was you? Yeah, I’d be good with it.”
Caleb was silent for a second before he shook his head, chuckling. “Shit, I’d be good with it if it was you too.” He sighed. “But there’s a third vote in all of this.”
I smiled wryly.
Kennedy.
I knew where Caleb and I stood when it came to her and this whole thing where we were both into her. But how did she feel about it? It was a rare woman who wanted to go home with us for one night. What the fuck were the odds that Kennedy was the type of girl who’d want to be with both of us? In a very real, very more-than-just-sex way?
“We could always call Dallas and Austin,” Caleb snickered. “Fuck, they might have some advice.”
I grinned, shaking my head. Since we’d come to Blackthorn, we’d gotten to know the twin brothers from Texas who also lived up here—them along with their wife, Stella.
Their, plural. Wife, singular.
The three of them pretty much kept to themselves most of the time off on a more remote ridge of the mountain, but the times I’d hung out with them, man, it was wild. It just worked—the three of them together like most people are as couple. There was zero jealousy with the twin guys, and shit if I ever saw Stella ever not smiling.
But I knew that was a rarity. The odds of that having worked out the way it did were fucking slim. And when it came to Caleb and me, well, we had no idea how Kennedy would even begin to react to a proposal like that.
We dropped it for a little while as we both finished cleaning up the shop. I grabbed a beer from the fridge by my station when we were done and tossed Caleb a Gatorade. At first, I’d worried about even having a beer around the guy, but he wanted it this way. Facing his temptation actually kept him stronger, I think.
“Alright fuck it, I gotta know,” I growled, slumping back into my tattoo chair with my beer.
“Know what?”
“How’d she taste.”
Caleb grinned a huge, shit-eating grin.
“Like fucking candy, brother. Like fucking candy.”
I groaned, my hand tightening on the cold bottle as I imagined a nude Kennedy in all her stunning, gorgeous glory settling that sweet little pussy down on my tongue. My cock imagined it too, and I grunted as I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell against my jeans.
“Lucky bastard.”
He chuckled. “Hey, if it was reversed, I’d be happy for you, you know.”
“I am happy for you, but fuck you if you don’t think I’m at least a little jealous that you got to lick that pussy.”
Caleb chuckled.
“Besides,” he paused to take a swig of his Gatorade. “I’ve seen the way Kennedy looks at you, buddy. She is very much into all that,” he chuckled, dramatically waving a finger at me, making me snort.
We sat there another few minutes finishing our drinks. I glanced at my empty bottle, and then up at him. “Another round?”
Caleb shook his head. “Nah, one sugary neon drink is my limit these days. Go ahead though, man. I’m gonna head up.”
“Later.”
I bumped his fist as he headed past me out the door, and then, it was just me.
Me and my thoughts of Kennedy.
I grabbed another beer and cracked the top off, killing the lights on the way back to my chair. I slumped into it in the dark, stretching my muscles as I took a heavy pull from the beer.
Like fucking candy.
I groaned, and again, my mind went to that fantasy of pulling Kennedy’s candy-sweet little cunt down on my tongue, I pictured the soft suppleness of her skin under my hands. Her moans as my tongue dragged over her pussy. The way she’d taste, and how her hips would roll as I teased her hard little clit. I imagined drinking down her honey as she came for me, only to pull her down and bounce her up and down my cock until she did it three more times.
And my cock was rock-fucking-hard.
I growled, slugging back more of the beer, my thoughts turning feverish as the fantasy of taking Kennedy for my own blazed through me like fire. My hand slid down with a mind of its own, cupping my thick bulge through my jeans and squeezing my cock as I grunted. I stroked my length through the denim, my blood boiling and precum leaking from my head to soak into my boxers.
Fuck this.
I grunted as I undid my belt and my zipper, reaching in and groaning as my hand wrapped around my bare, thick cock. I pulled myself free, pulse racing like a horse as I downed more of my beer and let my thoughts be consumed by the fantasy of claiming Kennedy.
I stroked, growling, my balls filling with hot cum. In the fantasy, Kennedy was playing with her clit while she bounced up and down in my lap, squealing in pleasure as she took every hot, throbbing inch of me deep in her little pussy. I grunted, stroking faster and feeling my cock swell harder and harder as I imagined sucking one of her nipples between my lips and teasing her with my tongue. I imagined feeling her impossibly tight little cunt clamp down even tighter on my cock, making my balls jump as she soaked them with her slick honey.
I imagined her with both of us then—gasping and kissing me hungrily as Caleb came up behind her to push his cock deep in her ass as I fucked her. I pictured her spread out, taking us from both ends, whimpering around Caleb’s cock as I emptied my cum deep in her wet, eager cunt.
I felt my balls tighten, and my cock swelled up hard as steel in my hand as I pumped. My abs clenched, my breath caught, and as my hand slid up and down my shaft—slick from all the precum dripping from my swollen head—I felt the last of my control crumble.
“Kennedy,” I grunted, before suddenly, I was coming.
I growled into the darkness of the studio as my fat cock lurched in my hand. My cum blasted from the swollen crown, splattering in hot, sticky white ropes down across my abs and my hand before it started to drip down my balls.
Fuck.
I slumped back I the chair, panting for air as I drained the last of my beer.
I had to have her. Had to. I’d gone from wanting her, to flat out obsession. I could feel it consuming me, and when my cock stayed rock-fucking-hard the longer I thought about her, the longer I knew it was true.
Caleb had the first taste.
I’d have the next.
…And then, she’d have us both.
9
Kennedy
Lucy was still grilling me about the night before at breakfast the next day. I don’t know why I was being so cagey about it either. I mean, so I had a guy over? Under any normal circumstances, it would have been a non-issue. We would have gossiped about it, I would have blushed and given her half the details she actually wanted, and that’d be that.
But this wasn’t normal circumstances. Caleb wasn’t “normal circumstances,” for so many reasons. The first being that brought something… wicked out in me. He brought out this illicit, filthy side of me that both excited and scared me. Part of it was who he was, and his past. I mean, the tats and the bike? For some guys, that would’ve been a “look”—something they’d cultivated to try and appear cool.
For Caleb, it was who he really was. He’d seen real danger and real hardship, and the memories of those were inked across his skin and hidden in the dark glint in his eyes. And it was in that dark glint that I could see myself falling entirely.
That’s what freaked me out about how he made me feel.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, there was the second minor little complication: his best friend did the same thing to me. Landon’s dark eyes, scruffed, chiseled jaw, and fierce, wild look sent shivers down my spine and tingles through my core even just thinking about him. There was this barely contained wildness to him, like a wild animal that’s been kept in a cage almost a little too long. Like getting too close to that cage might just make him snap and tear his way out to get his hands on me.
…A thought that had me squeezing my thighs together and feeling the heat pool between my legs whenever it flitted through my head.
So, that’s why I stone-walled Lucy. Because I had no idea how to even begin to tackle the whirlwind of emotions about all of this myself.
Lucy ended up giving me a ride to the clinic. The day was slow though, and sure enough, there I was sulking in my office absently stroking Simon’s ears as I replayed the last few days of my normally boring life.
I’d kissed two absolutely gorgeous, absolutely dangerous and wild outlaws. I’d been involved in some sort of illegal activity by pulling a bullet out of one of those two men. And then I’d let that one tear my clothes off when I’d willingly spread my legs for his tongue.
And holy fuck had that been good.
I’d never come anywhere close to as hard as Caleb had made me come with that mouth of his. It was like molten fire had been poured into me, and every single detail of it was playing on repeat in my head even as I sat there in the clinic. I mean, God, I’d ended up replaying it with my fingers in bed after he’d left last night.
My thoughts drifted to my locker room, but I pursued my lips and scowled at myself at the idea of running off to masturbate like some sort of sex-crazed, overly-horny teen boy. I mean seriously.
Instead, when lunch rolled around and all I’d had was a yearly checkup for a golden retriever and a quick peek at a kitten’s ear infection, I decided I had to get some air.
Running always helped me clear my head, and that day, it was a welcomed break. My lungs burned, and my legs ached, but I kept going, looping through the mountain roads around the base of Blackthorn and letting the sun glint through the tree branches against my skin. But eventually, my body screamed for a break, and I headed back to the clinic.
I half collapsed back inside, panting and sucking down air as I headed towards the back. This time, the showers did sound like a good idea. My muscles groaned in that sweet delicious agony that comes after a hard but satisfying workout as I opened the door to the locker room. I peeled my shirt off, and then my sports bra, tossing them away as I let the steam rise off my skin.
I kicked my sneakers and socks away before sliding my shorts and panties down, padding barefoot and nude into the large open shower area where I turned the water up hot. I groaned, mewling in relief as the steaming hot water cascaded over my body. I was always amused by the place being an old boxing gym, trying to imagine the hilariousness of sweaty boxing dudes trying to all shower back here while staying macho.
I mean, there weren’t any dividers, just a big tiled floor and wall area with eight shower heads pointing from the walls, and a single bench along the middle of the floor above the drains made of some kind of plastic.
I mean honestly, fill this place with sweaty boxer guys and it’d be something out of a gay porn shoot. For just little ole’ me though? Well, I wasn’t about to complain about eight shower heads spraying me down with scalding hot water.
I let my head drop, my hands against the walls as I just stood there, muscles relaxing as the water ran over my skin. It teased across my nipples and dripped down between my legs, making me shiver as I closed my eyes and tried to empty my head.
And that’s when the door opened with a bang.
“Kennedy, you in—”
I whirled, gasping, my heart trying to jump out of my throat as my hands flew to my mouth. My brows shot up, and every inch of my body blushed pink as suddenly, my eyes locked with his.
…Landon.
“…Here,” he growled the last word out, finishing his sentence. We froze, both of us looking right at the other, panting. His strong jaw clenched tight, and I could see the muscles of his neck rippling the ink of his tattoos as his eyes blazed into me.
“Fuck, Kennedy…”
I could hear the growl in his throat from across the room, and I shivered as my hands lamely tried to slide over to hide my body—one arm across my breasts, the other hand cupping my pussy.
“Landon—” his name came out in a choked whisper, and just saying it felt… hot.
“The door was open, I…”
He growled again, but he didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He didn’t look away. In fact, when I saw his eyes spark with flame as they slid down over my wet, nude body, I felt a shiver of heat tease through me.
And suddenly, Landon stepped fully into the room. The door shut behind him, and when his eyes slid back up to mine, suddenly, there wasn’t any pretending anymore.
He moved towards me, and my pulse thundered in my ears, my head shaking no even if every part of me was screaming yes. Landon strode forward across the room, moving towards me like a lion stalking the prey he already knows is his and helpless to escape. There was hunger in his eyes and fire blazing through my core as he strode right into the shower area, making me whimper as he just kept coming.
Water cascading over him, soaking his white cotton t-shirt to his skin, molding it to his muscles and making it translucent against the dark ink of his tattoos as he moved closer, and closer.
Oh God…
“Landon, I—”
I cried out when his hands caught my wrists, twisting them away from my body and pushing me back until my ass pressed against the cool white tiles of the shower wall.
“God-fucking-damnit, Kennedy,” he groaned, his eyes wild, his muscles tense, and his hands firm as he pinned me to the wall. I whimpered as he pressed against me, his rock-hard body molding to mine, the water drizzling over both of us as his lips hovered inches from mine.
“What do you fucking do to me?” he groaned. “What the fuck do you do to me?”
“You tell me,” I gasped, panting, my body arching towards him with a mind of his own. I could feel my hard-pebbled nipples digging into his chest, rubbing against the soaked cotton of his shirt.
“You know,” he groaned. He leaned in, and when his lips brushed my neck and teased against my ear, I whimpered a low whine of pleasure, panting as his body ground against mine.
“You know you make me fucking lose control, Kennedy.”
He pulled back from my neck, his lips hovering barely an inch from mine—less than an inch of distance to close to feel those powerful, soft, masculine lips claiming mine again. I knew it was wrong. I knew he was off limits, and that I’d just fooled around with his best friend the night before, which made this so extra wrong.
But I couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop the pounding of my heart, or the way my body turned to mush when he’s so close like that. I couldn’t stop the raw need for him to take me, right there, and right then.
“You make me lose every fucking ounce of my control.”
When his lips crushed to mine, he stole my breath away. I moaned—eagerly, hungrily, wantonly, opening my lips for his tongue as he growled into my mouth. His lips bruised against mine, his groans rumbling through me as he pinned me to the shower wall. Landon’s hands slid down my arms, teasing down my sides, fingers running across the sides of my breasts before he grabbed my hips. He ground against me, letting me feel the huge throbbing bulge in his soaked jeans against my thigh.
He groaned, kissing me deeply as I whimpered for more, and when his knee pushed my legs apart, I panted into his lips, nodding as if urging him on. His hands flew to his shirt, yanking it up and tossing the soaked cotton away before coming into kiss me again. I moaned at the feel of my nipples against his bare, wet chest, kissing him harder.
His jeans went next, his hands tearing the zipper down as he kicked them away. He dropped to his knees, and suddenly, I screamed in pleasure as his mouth moved to my pussy. His tongue—holy fuck. His tongue dragged so slowly through my lips, making my toes curl before he teased the tip across my clit. I felt his fingers teasing over my opening, and when one thick one pushed inside to curl against my sweet stop, I moaned even louder.
