him.
My head swiveled anyway, like something besides me controlled it. He stood a few feet away, talking to the cop. While I fought to stifle my tears, he slapped the sheriff on the back and stuffed his fist into his front pocket. The plain blue sedan sagged when the cop wedged his body behind the wheel.
Caine tapped me on the shoulder. I dragged my gaze back to him. “Lay down, girl.” He lifted a brown bottle. I identified the Budweiser label by the corners that peeked from underneath his palm. He pushed my shoulder. “This’ll drown them little swimmers.”
This isn’t happening. This isn’t me. This is just a bad dream.
Tears stung my eyes. I tried to blink them back, fearing I’d never stop crying if I started, but one spilled over.
His expression softened. He smoothed his thumb over the hot trail. When he drew back, my tear glistened on his fingertip. Holding my gaze, he lifted his thumb to his lips and licked the droplet.
“If you need to hit me again, Shelby, go ahead. As many times as you need. But we gotta to get this done first.” Breaking my gaze, he pulled his keys out of his front pocket and used something on his keychain to pry the bottle cap off. “You’re gonna get a buzz,” he warned, lifting my skirt. “But hold this in as long as you can. Lie back.”
I gritted my teeth and lowered my torso to the car again. The smooth glass stuck to soft tissues that were no longer wet. Cold fluid ran down my thighs and under my buttocks, but some went inside me. I breathed deep and pressed my lips together so I didn’t scream as Caine sloshed the beer into me. I felt a pinch when he tipped the bottom of the bottle high.
“Give me some.” My thirst overrode my horror. I grabbed the bottle and drained the beer, chocking it al down before Caine pried it from my hand. A crash in the brush behind the car made me stiffen, until I realized he’d tossed the bottle.
Not knowing if this was a good idea or another bad one, I tried to squeeze my muscles and hold the liquid inside.
“Hey,” Caine whispered, drawing my eyes back to his. Numbness spread through my abdomen. My head felt heavy and hard to control. He reached behind his head and jerked his shirt off. Wadding the garment, he stuffed it between my legs. Leaning over me, he slid his fingers through mine and squeezed my hands so tight I winced, but the contact helped me hold together when I felt like I might fly apart. His dark eyes bored into mine. I was so cold now, but his big body felt like a blanket. He nuzzled my chin, working his way to my mouth.
The uncomfortable sensation in my channel faded as my body warmed the beer. My nipples started to tingle and they drew into tight beads. What the hell was wrong with me? Had I no control over my own body when these two were around?
His lips came down on mine, scattering my ability to think. He kissed me, hard and fierce. How could I be aroused? I kissed him back, because thinking about how his taste and technique differed from Colt’s kept worse thoughts at bay.
“My turn.” The feminine voice caused Caine to break away. “Damn, girl, that was somethin’ else. I don’t even know what to say.” Caroline’s light hair fell forward, and her face came closer and closer until I couldn’t hold her eyes in focus. Warm lips, much softer than Caine’s, touched mine. She kissed more gently than either of my stepbrothers. It felt quite nice, so I kissed her back. Masculine hoots— approval?— seemed to come from far away.
Then, somehow, I was kissing Brandon. His kiss was just as intimate as the rest, but I didn’t care for the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. At last, I heard Colt’s rough command. “Enough, McKinna.” Something metallic flashed at the edge of my vision. “Take my car to the house, Brandon. Caroline can bring you back for your truck. Caine, let’s roll.”
Colt scooped me into his arms and all I could see were his eyes. “I got you, baby. Goddamn, what’d I do to
My head swiveled anyway, like something besides me controlled it. He stood a few feet away, talking to the cop. While I fought to stifle my tears, he slapped the sheriff on the back and stuffed his fist into his front pocket. The plain blue sedan sagged when the cop wedged his body behind the wheel.
Caine tapped me on the shoulder. I dragged my gaze back to him. “Lay down, girl.” He lifted a brown bottle. I identified the Budweiser label by the corners that peeked from underneath his palm. He pushed my shoulder. “This’ll drown them little swimmers.”
This isn’t happening. This isn’t me. This is just a bad dream.
Tears stung my eyes. I tried to blink them back, fearing I’d never stop crying if I started, but one spilled over.
His expression softened. He smoothed his thumb over the hot trail. When he drew back, my tear glistened on his fingertip. Holding my gaze, he lifted his thumb to his lips and licked the droplet.
“If you need to hit me again, Shelby, go ahead. As many times as you need. But we gotta to get this done first.” Breaking my gaze, he pulled his keys out of his front pocket and used something on his keychain to pry the bottle cap off. “You’re gonna get a buzz,” he warned, lifting my skirt. “But hold this in as long as you can. Lie back.”
I gritted my teeth and lowered my torso to the car again. The smooth glass stuck to soft tissues that were no longer wet. Cold fluid ran down my thighs and under my buttocks, but some went inside me. I breathed deep and pressed my lips together so I didn’t scream as Caine sloshed the beer into me. I felt a pinch when he tipped the bottom of the bottle high.
“Give me some.” My thirst overrode my horror. I grabbed the bottle and drained the beer, chocking it al down before Caine pried it from my hand. A crash in the brush behind the car made me stiffen, until I realized he’d tossed the bottle.
Not knowing if this was a good idea or another bad one, I tried to squeeze my muscles and hold the liquid inside.
“Hey,” Caine whispered, drawing my eyes back to his. Numbness spread through my abdomen. My head felt heavy and hard to control. He reached behind his head and jerked his shirt off. Wadding the garment, he stuffed it between my legs. Leaning over me, he slid his fingers through mine and squeezed my hands so tight I winced, but the contact helped me hold together when I felt like I might fly apart. His dark eyes bored into mine. I was so cold now, but his big body felt like a blanket. He nuzzled my chin, working his way to my mouth.
The uncomfortable sensation in my channel faded as my body warmed the beer. My nipples started to tingle and they drew into tight beads. What the hell was wrong with me? Had I no control over my own body when these two were around?
His lips came down on mine, scattering my ability to think. He kissed me, hard and fierce. How could I be aroused? I kissed him back, because thinking about how his taste and technique differed from Colt’s kept worse thoughts at bay.
“My turn.” The feminine voice caused Caine to break away. “Damn, girl, that was somethin’ else. I don’t even know what to say.” Caroline’s light hair fell forward, and her face came closer and closer until I couldn’t hold her eyes in focus. Warm lips, much softer than Caine’s, touched mine. She kissed more gently than either of my stepbrothers. It felt quite nice, so I kissed her back. Masculine hoots— approval?— seemed to come from far away.
Then, somehow, I was kissing Brandon. His kiss was just as intimate as the rest, but I didn’t care for the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. At last, I heard Colt’s rough command. “Enough, McKinna.” Something metallic flashed at the edge of my vision. “Take my car to the house, Brandon. Caroline can bring you back for your truck. Caine, let’s roll.”
Colt scooped me into his arms and all I could see were his eyes. “I got you, baby. Goddamn, what’d I do to
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