Honey’s eyes widened. He expected her to say it out loud?

“Not a fair question, bro,” Lonny said, massaging her breasts. “Despite how this seems, Honey’s a lady, through and through.”

His touch soothed where just True’s hard expression made her pulse jump. She wanted it all. Wanted to be stuffed so full of cock she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She wanted this to be different from anything she’d ever experienced—she needed it to be more. “You don’t have to defend me,” she said under her breath.

True rasped his thumb over her folds again, and her belly quivered. She was open, vulnerable. Couldn’t he see how much she wanted to be taken? By both of them? She sucked in a breath to slow her heart rate and center her thoughts.

True bent over her and rubbed her mouth with his thumb, painting it with her cream. She licked her lip, touched his thumb, then sucked it into her mouth, her gaze never leaving his.

He leaned closer and kissed her forehead, pulled away his thumb and kissed her mouth, then hovered there, his breath mingling with hers. “I know how strong you are. How sexy. You aren’t afraid of the words. I’ve read them.”

She swallowed hard. “It’s different when it’s in my head. I’m free to be however I want.”

“You’re free here, baby. To do anything you want. To have us do anything that’ll please you. You only have to say it.”

Her eyes filled, and she blinked away the moisture. He’d called her strong, and all she wanted was for Lonny to let go of her wrists, so that she could wrap her arms around True and hide her face when she said it.

But they weren’t going to let her hide. “I want your cocks,” she said hoarsely. “Both of them.”

True kissed her mouth. “How?”

“You, in my…pussy,” she paused because she’d almost tripped over the word. “I want Lonny…” Fuck, she couldn’t say it.

Lonny’s cheek glided against her hair. His hands squeezed her breasts. “Say it, baby, and I’m there.”

She gave a choked laugh and shook her head. True’s eyes glinted with heat and, maybe, just a little jealousy. She didn’t mind a bit that he felt possessive. “I want Lonny up my ass.”

Lonny’s chest shook beneath her.

Her cheeks flooded with heat.

The corners of True’s mouth twitched. He kissed her hard and pulled back.

“Up you go, sweetheart,” Lonny said, pushing her off his chest.

Honey sat up as Lonny slipped from behind her.

“Have to find the lube.”

“Oh, hell,” she whispered. She hadn’t thought it through, knew intellectually there was a process to the preparation. Kenny had taken her on her virgin drive, but that had been a long, long time ago.

True lay down on the bed beside her. She rolled to face him, slipping her hands under her cheek. He smoothed a rough palm over her hip. His fingers tightened, pulling her in.

When they lay facing each other, their hips snuggled close, she gave him a shy glance. “I’m truly sorry about your cabin.”

True grunted. “I’ll rebuild. I have plenty of timber. Don’t worry about it.”

“You say ‘I’ not ‘we’.”

“I run the ranch. Lonny’s pretty much ceded everything to me. We share profits, but he doesn’t like the day-to-day. He only comes back during the winter to lend a hand. He prefers rodeoing.”

“He mentioned that when we met.” She lowered her lashes, wanting to ask more, because he was talking to her. She enjoyed the low timbre of his voice. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said softly.

“I told you before, you shouldn’t be. We were both there. I pushed a little too hard.”

“I didn’t mind that. You unnerved me a bit, but only because…” She bit her lip.

“Because, why? What did I do? I won’t do it again.”

She shook her head. “It was me. I liked it, when you were…tender. I was melting, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I thought it would just be fun, you know?”

He combed back her hair then cupped her cheek. “It was never just fun. Not for me. Since we’re being honest, I was a little confused too. I want more than this, more than sex, Honey. I didn’t want to feel like this, but I do.”

She blinked and raised her gaze. The banked heat was still there; his arousal painted his cheeks a rosy hue. But there was warmth in his green eyes. Words became a barrier, and she drew closer to rub her mouth on his, telling him the best way she knew how that she loved what he’d said.

His tongue darted out, slipping between her lips, and he growled as he threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her hard.

“Stay like that,” Lonny said, his voice filled with dry humor.

True growled again and broke the kiss to give his brother a hot glare.

Lonny chuckled.

Honey glanced over her shoulder.

Lonny held up a tube of K-Y. “Since I know True won’t stand for me coming over the top of you two, side-by-side’ll work just fine.”

She turned away, gave a moan, and hid her face against True’s chest. She felt the tension in his body.

He kissed her hair. “Sure this is what you want?”

“Only if it doesn’t affect us,” she whispered.

True hugged her closer. “Just the once then.”

“Just this. I’m really not looking to be the middle of a threesome. But I’m…”

“You’re curious.”

“I want something I’ve never had before.”

He tugged her hair to raise her face and studied her expression for a long moment. The hard edges of his face relented, and he kissed her forehead. “Lonny, quit hovering. We’re doing this.”

Honey stiffened as the bed dipped behind her. She flinched when a cool hand cupped her bottom.

“True, she’s a little nervous,” Lonny said quietly.

True slid his thumb along her cheek and leaned in to kiss her again. “Put your arm around me, sweetheart. Forget he’s there. For now.”

His kiss was soft and sweet, surprising when she could feel how hard he was, how his cock jerked every time her belly moved against it. True wasn’t a naturally gentle man, but he restrained himself for her.

“Condoms, brother,” Lonny said.

True pressed her lips again then muttered a curse. He rolled to his back and reached for the nightstand drawer. “Dammit.”

She smiled, remembering that he’d pulled it out in his rush to cloak himself last night.

He rolled up and bent to stretch toward the floor, and came back with two packets, one he tossed at Lonny. With his back to her still, True bit the foil. She heard the sounds of latex stretching, snapping. He cursed again then lay down, gathering her against him.

Her smile was wide because he was sweating, and his scowl dug a furrow between his eyes. She smoothed a finger over the dent. “I wish we didn’t have to bother.”

“You’re not on the pill?”

“I haven’t been since Kenny.” She said her husband’s name, and this time the ache it caused wasn’t quite so painful. Nestling closer to True’s chest, she ran her lips over his collarbone and slowly lifted her thigh to rest on his hip, opening herself to him.

His fingers traced down her belly, tugged the hairs rimming her lips. She tightened her thigh over him and gasped when his fingers slid inside her. He drew liquid arousal from inside her, exciting the secret spot he’d found, all the while watching her expressions.

She didn’t hide a thing she felt. Biting her lip, she scrunched her nose and eased her hips closer, rubbing her abdomen against his erection. Her womb clenched, heat curling around and around inside her, and she gave a moan when his thumb scraped her clit.

“Put me inside you,” he whispered.

Her hand slid down him, fingernails scratching. His belly leapt and tightened, and then she was there, gripping his thick shaft, centering his cloaked head at her entrance. She curled her hips and took him inside.

He parted her folds, easing his entry, stretching them around his cock as he pumped in shallow thrusts.

With one hand, he snagged her wrist and moved up to thread his fingers between hers, and then squeezed. Holding her hand, he began to stroke deeper, his breaths sharpening along with hers, her channel melting around him, clasping him to invite him deeper.

Lonny came up against her back and caressed a buttock. “Don’t jump,” he said softly. His hand smoothed over the globe, massaging her. And then he traced the crease, a single digit circling on her tiny hole.

She moaned and bucked against True, while her entire body began to quiver. They were going to do this. It was really going to happen, and she didn’t know if she could take it, but couldn’t stand the thought of calling a halt.

Lonny’s finger disappeared for a moment then returned coated in gel, which he rubbed around and around her little hole, exciting her so much her breaths grew ragged.

When a single finger pushed inside, she held still, a long breath squeezing from her lungs. He pushed another inside and began to pump, swirling his fingers around and around, screwing into her slowly, stretching her deliciously.

Yes, there was burning, but her pussy was heating, too, with the friction of True’s quickening thrusts.

When Lonny withdrew again, he came so close his breath gusted against her ear. “You’ve done this before. You know how. I’m coming into you now. Relax, baby.”

The smooth blunt knob of his cock pushed against her opening, and she hissed between her lips at the pressure.

True kissed her. “Relax, Honey. Let him in. I’m right here.”

She slipped an arm around his back and clutched him close, nuzzling her face into the corner of his neck while Lonny pushed, finally breaching the tight ring and sliding deeper.

Lonny’s groan was loud and so filled with relief, she gave a nervous laugh.

“Not funny,” he muttered. “You’re so goddamn tight I feel like my dick’s being chewed right up.”

True pushed her hair off her cheeks where it stuck to sweat. “We’re going to start moving. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, don’t do a thing, Honey,” Lonny said, his voice tight. “You’ll kill us both if you do.”

Again, she chuckled, and then groaned, as first True then Lonny began to stroke deep. Any thoughts of embarrassment about what they were doing, what True and Lonny thought, burned away in the heat of their passion.

Caught between two strong, relentless lovers, she mewled and groaned, whimpering as the two men surged in tandem inside her. The coil twisting in her belly wound so tight, she squeezed her eyes shut, dug her nails into True’s back and chest, and keened while she splintered apart.

“Jesus, Honey,” Lonny groaned, then buffeted her ass with several forceful lunges until he stroked one last time, stayed deep, and shuddered through his orgasm. His groan was loud. His hands closed around her waist then cupped her breasts. His body writhed against her back until at last he relaxed, huffing, his lips trailing along her neck and shoulder. “Fuck!”

Honey smiled and met True’s hard gaze. He was still lodged deep, still hard. Nowhere near a climax of his own. She could see in his face that he meant to leave the last, best impression. She liked that about him. How deliberate he could be in his lovemaking.

So, while she was trembling in the aftermath of her own orgasm, already she felt a stirring, another coil of arousal building. Lonny had only stoked the fire.

Lonny eased from inside her and gave her one last hug. “I’m making myself scarce now.” He kissed her hair. “That was un-fucking-believable, sweetheart.”

Then he rolled away, and his footsteps padded to the door.

Instead of gathering her closer, True disengaged, sliding his cock from her and peeling down his condom. She lay on the bed in a sprawl, watching, wondering what was next, because there was no way in hell he was leaving her. She let out sigh when he reached for her, lifted her in his arms and strode toward the bathroom.

Being a possessive kind of guy, she figured he didn’t want the scent of another man, even if it was his brother, on his lover’s skin. And she was okay with that.

He set her down on the rug in front of the shower, pushed back the glass door, and turned the handle to start the water warming. Honey smiled to herself, content to let True do things his way.

When he glanced back, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

She lifted her chin and placed her hands behind her back, pushing out her chest.

As expected, his gaze dropped to her nipples, which were hard and dimpled.

“They liked the way you gnawed on them.”

“Gnawed?”

“Mmm-hmm. Like a chew toy.”

Although his eyelids stayed narrowed, a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.

She was starting to figure him out. The more she learned about this taciturn man, the more she liked and admired. True wasn’t exactly rigid or set in his ways, but he did like order. Did think that people belonged where they were put.

Lonny’s wanderlust confused True. He worried about him when he wasn’t around where he could keep a watchful eye over him. He’d worried over Honey, even before he knew her, not because she upset his schedule or inconvenienced him, but because he couldn’t protect her.

The longer they stood gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmer she felt, the surer she was that she wanted to pursue a relationship with this man—if he’d allow it. If he wanted her beyond this day, beyond the winter.

She wasn’t sure she was in love, not yet, but she felt with a certainty that grew stronger with every moment she spent in his company that it would happen.

“The water’s warm.”

Which meant he wanted her to move. A man of few words who got his message across loud and clear. He should be her editor.

Smiling, she stepped into the shower and moved back to make room for him. Inside there was a seat, a ledge really, and a nice expanse of smooth slate-gray tiles that made the shower seem like a cave with a waterfall splashing against the walls. It was a fanciful thought, but she liked the romance of it.

When he picked up a folded washcloth and indicated that she should face away, she bit back the embarrassment, because she knew what he wanted to wash. Thankfully, he didn’t go straight for her ass.

He soothed her with a soapy massage and scrub that eased the muscles of her neck and back, before kneeling behind her. He parted her buttocks and washed her thoroughly, arousing her along the way, so that when he finally stood, she was leaning her hands against the wall to keep upright.

His arms encircled her from behind, the hand holding the washcloth opened and it dropped to the floor. He smoothed his soap-softened hands over her belly and breasts until she was rubbing her butt against his groin, trying to give him a hint she was ready for more.

True gripped her shoulders and turned her to face him. Then he slid down his hands, gliding them from her back to her bottom, and gripped her hard. She gave a little jump to help him lift her, not that he needed any, and wound her legs around his slippery waist.

“Shower sex,” she whispered. “My favorite. Makes everything slick.”

“I don’t think you need any help in that department.”

“Guess I am constantly wet around you anyway.”

He shook his head smiling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you talk.”

“Do you think you might want to?”

He didn’t answer, but his gaze locked with hers, and he lowered her onto his cock. He didn’t need to center himself, didn’t need nudge or tap to figure out where he was. His cock slid right up in one lusty plunge.

“You’re pretty good at that,” she gasped.

He gave her a lazy grin. “What? Fucking?”

“Finding my pussy,” she purred.

“The boy knows where he belongs.”

“In my pussy?”

“Lady’s got a dirty mouth.”

She arched a brow. “Guess you’ll have to keep it busy.”

True snorted, and then began to move her with his big, capable hands, up and down his shaft. Too slowly to suit her.

She bit his shoulder. “Faster, bastard.”

True tsked. “I like the pace just fine. Don’t want it endin’ too soon.”

She tightened her legs around him and tried to bounce, but he held her steady. “We can do it again.”

Up and down, up and down. The air warmed around them, growing mistier and hotter. She wasn’t sure if she was dripping from water streaming over them or from her own sweat. Damn, the man was going to drive her crazy.

She licked the side of his neck, tasted his shoulder, and then lapped up the side of his cheek.

Dimples sunk into his cheeks as his smile widened, and she marveled that she’d never known he had them.

True backed her up to the smooth wall and began to pump faster, his legs braced wider for more leverage.

She appreciated the extra force and squeezed hard around him, a little reward to encourage more progress.

“You’re not big on patience,” he gritted out. His face was reddening, his cheeks tightening to show the sharp, high-set bones beneath his skin. He was close. Not close enough to let go, but he only needed a little more incentive.

She laved his ear and stuck her tongue inside the whorls, rimming him over and over. Ending with a nip at his earlobe, she whispered, “Fuck me harder, and I’ll let you do anything you want. I’ll give it to you so good.”

A laugh disguised as a snort shook his chest, but he tightened his grip on her ass and hammered up her channel. She’d have bruises, but she didn’t give a damn. The friction he built was burning her up. Each powerful, sharp surge rubbed her raw inner tissues. He was big, thick, more than she should be able to handle, but fuck he was so damn near godlike when he fucked, all she could do was hold on and try to catch a breath.

True was relentless. Pounding so hard, so deep he nearly tapped her cervix, and she realized with a start that neither of them had remembered protection.

Not that she was concerned. Not really. He wasn’t a player. Neither was she. And there would only be the sweetest consequence of all if their mistake bore fruit.

The thought of a child from a man like True filled her heart with warmth. No matter how long this lasted, she wouldn’t be sorry. She’d cherish every damn second she spent inside his arms.

True’s strokes shortened. She let go of her hold around his waist and strained to lift her legs just little higher, a little wider. The angle caused the hairs around the base of his cock to abrade her clit, and Honey rocketed. Her back arched and her legs stiffened. Her entire body spasmed as her orgasm rushed over her.

Faintly aware, she heard his muffled shout and felt the melting spurts of his come bathe her womb in hot, rhythmic pulses. His hips slowed, and his hands eased.

She wrapped her legs around him again, hugged him with her arms, and let him rock them together. The moment stretched, and she groaned when he eased her legs off his hips and set her on her feet. She swayed, but he swept an arm around her back to steady her.

He kissed her forehead. “You okay?”

She rubbed her cheek up and down his chest in assent.

He chuckled, turned off the water, then opened the glass to reach for a towel. He dried her off, rubbing until her skin glowed.

“Leave me some skin,” she groused.

He popped her with the end of the towel. “Go get under the covers. I need to shave.”

“Don’t.”

“Baby, you haven’t seen your face.”

She gave him a lopsided grin. “Do I have stubble-burn?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t mind, really. And I have a plan for that beard of yours.”

“You’re nearly legless with exhaustion. Why don’t you rest? I swear, we’re not done, Honey. Not by a long shot.”

Honey blinked. Understanding at last that he wanted a minute alone. Maybe more than a minute. She nodded, gave him a smile, and headed to the bed. He’d said they weren’t done. But that didn’t mean he didn’t see an end to their relationship.

Telling herself not to dwell on thoughts of the future, she yawned, dropped the towel, and crawled between the cool sheets.

True scraped a hand over his newly shaved face and stepped into the bedroom. The light shining from the nightstand glinted on the dried tangled strands of Honey’s brown hair. She’d have knots in it when she woke up, but he guessed she’d pretty much fallen into the bed the second the door closed between them.

He almost felt guilty about disturbing her again, but he’d come to some conclusions while he’d shaved.

First and foremost, no way in hell was she leaving his mountain.

Second, well, he’d take care of his second concern right now, before he woke her up to talk.

He knotted his towel around his hip and went in search of Lonny. A cool draft swept up the towel as he walked with purpose to the kitchen. Lonny sat at the counter eating another bowl of chili.

Lonny glanced up and arched a brow at his attire. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“She’s sleeping.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “We wear her out?”

“We did. But you’re not gonna mention it to her. Not ever.”

Lonny’s lips pursed, but he nodded. “Agreed. It never happened. But is that so you can feel better or for her?”

“I want her to feel comfortable here with us.”

Lonny sat back in his chair. “You want her to stay.”

“I do.”

“Have you asked her?”

“I will. Just as soon as we finish here.”

Lonny pushed back his bowl. “All right, shoot. What’s on your mind?”

“You’re my brother. I want you here. Working beside me. But I get that you’re not ready to commit. If you’re eager to head out come spring, I won’t try to stop you.”

“You never have before. What’s different now?”

“This time, I’m giving you my blessing. If you don’t want to come back, you don’t have to. If you find something out there you want more than this place, don’t worry about me.”

“Think I do?”

True swallowed. “Yeah, I think you don’t like the thought of me being alone.”

Lonny let out a breath. “This place is home. But I’ve never felt tied to it like you. I want to see more of the world.”

True’s eyes misted, but he blinked the moisture, the weakness away. “I’m ready to let go.”

Lonny’s jaw flexed, but he nodded. “If you need me, you know I’ll always come back.”

True nodded. “We’ll always be family.”

True strode closer to Lonny and looped an arm around his shoulder to pull him in for a hug.

“No crossin’ swords, dammit,” Lonny muttered, but he was grinning when True let him go.

“I’ll say goodnight,” True said, tipping his chin then turning to stride away.

“I’ll handle the livestock tomorrow,” Lonny called after him.

True lifted a hand to let him know he’d heard, but he was already thinking about what he had to say to Honey. He better make it good.

He tossed his damp towel onto the tile floor in the bathroom then walked softly to the bed. She still slept, on her stomach, her legs and arms stretched out, covering half the bed. For such a little thing she managed to take up a lot of room.

Kind of like the way she’d crowded her way into his heart. Hell, they’d only known each other a couple of days, but already he couldn’t imagine not having her underfoot.

She fit. Sure, she was stubborn, mouthy, didn’t know she needed someone to watch over her. He’d have to be careful not to let her know that. She had a lot of pride.

He picked up the covers and slid in beside her, nudging a leg to make room.

She stirred and snuggled in next to him. One eye shot open. “You’re cold,” she grumbled.

“You snore.” She didn’t, but he wanted to see her reaction. Teasing her might become his favorite sport—especially if he could get her to let loose with that hot temper of hers. The consequences were always interesting.

“Don’t snore,” she said petulantly and snuggled closer. “But you’re a damn iceberg.”

“Warm me up.”

“You saw what happened the last time I lit a fire.”

True grinned and stuck an arm beneath his head. Talking to Honey wasn’t so hard.

Honey’s hand swept across his belly then rested over his heart. She let out a deep sigh.

“You goin’ back to sleep?”

“How can I? I have a horny cowboy yammering in my ear.”

He caught her hand and held it cupped inside his. “I want you to stay.”

She came up on an elbow and blinked. “Lonny already offered to let me stay to finish my book.”

“And you said you were leaving. Do you still plan to go when the roads are clear?”

“I guess it depends…”

He swallowed and kept staring at their hands. “On what?”

“On whether it’s just for the winter. Or whether you think you might want me to stay longer.”

His gaze met hers. Her expression was closed. Her features set. Like his answer might hurt her.

“I don’t want you to leave. Not ever.”

Her lips parted. Her eyes filled. “It’s crazy, you know that? How fast this is happening.”

True had enough of the distance, even if she was snuggled up to his side. He pulled her over his body until they were perfectly aligned.

Honey rested her chin on her hands. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“I’m not thinkin’. I’m already there.” A tear slipped down one cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I’m not an easy man.”

“You’ve said that before, and you still don’t scare me.”

True tucked his hands under her arms and pulled her higher. Their mouths met in a slow, steamy kiss.

When they drew apart, she was smiling, and her eyes held a wicked glint.

“What’s going through your mind?”

“Ways to keep my dirty mouth busy.”

He laughed and felt a blush flood his cheeks.

Honey’s chuckles didn’t stop. They gusted against his chest and then his belly as she disappeared beneath the covers. As her hot, dirty mouth went to work on warming the parts of him she seemed to like best, he lay smiling at the ceiling, wondering just when he’d let his control slip—for he’d ceded it completely to the woman mouthing his shaft. He might bluster and shout. And he was sure he’d have to take a firm hand to her backside now and then, only because she’d demand it, but he was pretty sure he knew exactly who’d rule this roost. Not that he would complain.

He wouldn’t mind that she probably couldn’t cook, didn’t know how to stoke a furnace, or that he was going to have to follow her up slippery stairs for the rest of their lives.

Honey Cahill was the cure for his loneliness. A ray of the sweetest, brightest sunshine. He smiled at the flowery language and wondered if she might be rubbing off on him.

A slim, warm hand stroked his sex, coaxing it to lift and thicken. A wicked, hot tongue laved his balls and shaft. He reached beneath the blankets, sank his fingers in her hair and guided her over the tip. Only when she sank her mouth on him and began to suck could he find the words to express what she gave him.

Her pure, true heart.

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