lean frame. Short dark hair gave him a mature look. Piercing blue eyes twinkled. “You're smiling. Should we be worried?"
Dillon laughed. “Why would you be worried?"
"Come on,” she teased, tapping his flat stomach with the backs of her fingers. “You can't fool me. I know you're the crusty, serious brother.” Dillon had always been the serious one, Dane the flirtatious, Deacon the sexy one, and Dustin...Dustin was a good mix of all. At least, in her opinion.
He rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Nice to see you home, kid.” He chucked her on the chin and brushed past her into the office. “Ashley, have you seen Dustin?"
The blonde handed Shannon the cabin key. “Not since this morning. But then he said something about going to the house."
Dillon looked over at her. “Shay, why don't you go to the main house and round up Dustin for us? I know he will be thrilled to see you."
Shannon gaped over her shoulder at him. “Me?” Did he not realize how she'd left things with Dustin?
"We'll take your bags to the cabin,” Dillon assured her. “A bunch of cars just pulled up and we're about to get swamped. I could really use his help."
She heaved a sigh. “Fine.” She'd never been able to turn down a Dumen brother yet...unless one counted the breakup with Dustin fourteen years ago. Going to have to see him sooner or later. Might as well be sooner.
Forcing one foot in front of the other, she trudged out of the lodge and up the path to the main residence. Pink, yellow, red and white roses bloomed around the walkway leading up to the door, and she breathed in their heady scent. Nausea swirled in her stomach.
God, why did she have to jump to obey Dillon's orders? She wasn't a kid anymore. She dreaded the initial reunion with Dustin, had hoped to put it off for as long as possible—if not completely—until this weekend was over. One drama at a time please.
Drawing in a deep breath, she raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. She waited for two minutes and then hit the button again. She leaned her forehead against the oak door and tried to calm her ever present nerves. How would Dustin react when he saw her? Did he really know she was coming? And what would he think when he found out she intended to stay for good?
"Guess nobody's home,” she mumbled.
The door swung open, and she lost her balance with a startled squeak. She reached out to grab something, anything to stop her descent, and latched on to a pair of denim-clad hips. The material slipped down and with it, she landed on her knees, face-planted against a very masculine crotch. The tip of his cock peeked from the front of his red plaid boxers. Heat flooded her belly and moisture pooled in her panties in response to his arousal. The familiar scent of leather and sandalwood tickled her nose.
Dustin. Memories of a night over a decade ago filled with sweat-lathered bodies on the bank of the creek swam before her eyes. She shivered. All it would take was the slightest turn of her head and...
"Not that I'm complaining about your enthusiasm, honey, but you're a little too far to the left,” a familiar, deep masculine voice teased.
She looked up into Dustin's amused face. That crooked grin hit her in the gut with lust so fierce she wanted to toss away caution and jump him right there. Mortified, she pushed away and leapt to her feet. Dammit, of all the impressions she could have made, falling face first into his cock was not the way she intended to go.
Heat burned in her cheeks. “Dillon needs you at the lodge.” She turned on her heel.
"Wait.” He gripped her hand. “Aren't you going to say hello or anything?"
Shannon shook her head, keeping her gaze locked on the safety of the door. “I can't talk to you with your...your thing exposed. Pull up your pants, for God's sake.” Only he could make her feel like a blushing virgin.
His laughter vibrated through her breasts, and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. “Well, darlin', my exposed
Dillon laughed. “Why would you be worried?"
"Come on,” she teased, tapping his flat stomach with the backs of her fingers. “You can't fool me. I know you're the crusty, serious brother.” Dillon had always been the serious one, Dane the flirtatious, Deacon the sexy one, and Dustin...Dustin was a good mix of all. At least, in her opinion.
He rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Nice to see you home, kid.” He chucked her on the chin and brushed past her into the office. “Ashley, have you seen Dustin?"
The blonde handed Shannon the cabin key. “Not since this morning. But then he said something about going to the house."
Dillon looked over at her. “Shay, why don't you go to the main house and round up Dustin for us? I know he will be thrilled to see you."
Shannon gaped over her shoulder at him. “Me?” Did he not realize how she'd left things with Dustin?
"We'll take your bags to the cabin,” Dillon assured her. “A bunch of cars just pulled up and we're about to get swamped. I could really use his help."
She heaved a sigh. “Fine.” She'd never been able to turn down a Dumen brother yet...unless one counted the breakup with Dustin fourteen years ago. Going to have to see him sooner or later. Might as well be sooner.
Forcing one foot in front of the other, she trudged out of the lodge and up the path to the main residence. Pink, yellow, red and white roses bloomed around the walkway leading up to the door, and she breathed in their heady scent. Nausea swirled in her stomach.
God, why did she have to jump to obey Dillon's orders? She wasn't a kid anymore. She dreaded the initial reunion with Dustin, had hoped to put it off for as long as possible—if not completely—until this weekend was over. One drama at a time please.
Drawing in a deep breath, she raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. She waited for two minutes and then hit the button again. She leaned her forehead against the oak door and tried to calm her ever present nerves. How would Dustin react when he saw her? Did he really know she was coming? And what would he think when he found out she intended to stay for good?
"Guess nobody's home,” she mumbled.
The door swung open, and she lost her balance with a startled squeak. She reached out to grab something, anything to stop her descent, and latched on to a pair of denim-clad hips. The material slipped down and with it, she landed on her knees, face-planted against a very masculine crotch. The tip of his cock peeked from the front of his red plaid boxers. Heat flooded her belly and moisture pooled in her panties in response to his arousal. The familiar scent of leather and sandalwood tickled her nose.
Dustin. Memories of a night over a decade ago filled with sweat-lathered bodies on the bank of the creek swam before her eyes. She shivered. All it would take was the slightest turn of her head and...
"Not that I'm complaining about your enthusiasm, honey, but you're a little too far to the left,” a familiar, deep masculine voice teased.
She looked up into Dustin's amused face. That crooked grin hit her in the gut with lust so fierce she wanted to toss away caution and jump him right there. Mortified, she pushed away and leapt to her feet. Dammit, of all the impressions she could have made, falling face first into his cock was not the way she intended to go.
Heat burned in her cheeks. “Dillon needs you at the lodge.” She turned on her heel.
"Wait.” He gripped her hand. “Aren't you going to say hello or anything?"
Shannon shook her head, keeping her gaze locked on the safety of the door. “I can't talk to you with your...your thing exposed. Pull up your pants, for God's sake.” Only he could make her feel like a blushing virgin.
His laughter vibrated through her breasts, and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. “Well, darlin', my exposed
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