Thrust by Victoria Ashley

enough into the middle of nowhere, I stop and take off my jacket, tossing it down beside me.
    Calla stops right next to me and just watches in silence as I strip my shirt off next and roll it up before laying it on my jacket.
    “Come here.” I grab her hand and guide her down to the ground so that she’s lying on my jacket, using my shirt as a pillow.
    I drop down beside her and lay with my hands interlocked behind my head. When I glance beside me, she’s staring up at the night sky and picking at the grass beside her.
    “It’s nice out here,” she says softly. “So peaceful and beautiful.”
    Looking at her here beside me, looking so at ease and peaceful, I realize she’s never looked so damn beautiful. “Definitely beautiful,” I admit.
    I close my eyes and try to force all the bad memories out of my head. Seeing Bryant today brought up a bunch of old emotions that I thought I had control over. Losing it like I did only proved that I was wrong; so damn wrong.
    “Do you come here a lot?” I hear her shift beside me so I turn to look at her. She’s lying on her side with her hand propped below her head as her eyes look at me with sincerity. “I can see why this place helps you clear your head.”
    Sitting up, I run my hands through my hair. “Yeah. I’ve been coming here for a few years now. Usually when I come here, I’m alone.” I relax into her touch when I feel her hand rub over my back. “I’ve been controlling myself better lately, so I haven’t had to come as much, but today I had an unwanted visitor, so . . . here I am.”
    I hear her moving beside me, and after a few seconds, she’s on her knees behind me, rubbing my shoulders. “Relax, Kyan.” She leans close to my neck as she rubs her thumbs in circles between my shoulder blades. “You’re really tense.”
    I find myself moaning and leaning further into her touch. Her hands feel so damn good. “That feels amazing.”
    She lets out a tiny laugh. “Thanks.” She’s silent for a second before speaking again. “I spent many years rubbing my little sister to sleep when we were younger, so . . . I guess there’s one thing I should thank her for.”
    Reaching up, I grab her arm and kiss it, before pulling her around in front of me. Grabbing the back of her neck, I lay her down in the grass and spread her legs with my knee. “It’s really hard feeling your hands on me without me wanting to touch you back. Do you realize that?”
    Her eyes look down at my chest and I catch her cheeks turn slightly pink. It’s not the easiest seeing her in the dark, but I can see enough to know that she wants me to touch her just as much as I want to.
    She locks her eyes with mine before shaking her head and hiding her face behind her hand. “Kyan . . . I was with a guy last night. I don’t usually do this.”
    I feel a small ache in my chest until I remember that is what I told her to do. This is what I wanted for both of us. I just never expected it to be my brother. I grab her chin and rub my thumb over her soft lips. “You talked to him about us?” She swallows and nods her head. “Then there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We both know about each other so you’re not doing anything wrong. I want you to be pleased. That’s all I can offer.”
    A part of me almost feels glad that Hunter has already talked to her about us. The last thing I want to do is make her feel awkward with the fact that we’re brothers.
    This is the first time that I have ever been with the same woman as my brother. This is the last thing I thought I’d be doing, but I can’t stop, and I have no claim over Calla so I have no right to ask him to back off.
    The weird part is . . . knowing that she’s been with another man, any man, only makes me want to please her better than her last. I may be selfish for this, but I want to be her best.
    “Do you want me inside you, Calla?” I pull her leg up and run my hand up her thigh. “We can stop what we’re doing right now . . .