James pinches my nipple lightly and I gasp, arching towards him, and I feel his dick pressed against my thigh. He breaks from my mouth and trails kisses down my collarbone, and every kiss sends searing heat racing across my skin.
Chris reaches around my hip and his nimble fingers drift between my legs, slipping between my dripping folds. I whimper with need as he strokes my clit, aching for the release that’s already building.
“I’m so close,” I breathe, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on their sweat dampened skin.
James takes my nipple between his teeth, sweeping his tongue over the sensitive flesh, as Chris works his finger over my clit in a way that makes me scream.
The orgasm obliterates any rational thought, any worry that might have lingered in the back of my brain melting away.
And the release has only made me want more. When I’ve caught my breath, I look at them both. “How do you want me? I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
I don’t think they realize that when I say that, I mean I’m a virgin.
They instruct me and guide me and I end up on my knees on the bed, with Chris kneeling behind me and James in front of me. Taking the cue, I reach out, trying to quell the shaking in my hand, and wrap my fingers around James’ shaft, starting with slow strokes.
I hear the ripping of foil behind me, but I watch James as his eyes drift closed and he groans in pleasure. Feeling emboldened, I sweep my tongue over the head of his cock. He groans again, tangling his fingers in my hair.
Chris’ fingers tease my slit again as I wrap my lips around the tip of his brother’s cock, and a muffled moan escapes me. I can feel him positioning his own cock at my entrance, and slowly, carefully, he slides into my pussy.
The feeling is strange, and a little painful at first, and I have to stop what I’m doing to adjust to the feeling of his huge cock inside me, stretching me. But when his hips begin to move, the discomfort gives way to a wash of new sensations.
I take James even deeper into my mouth, teasing with my tongue. I chance a peek up at him and see that his eyes are still shut in rapturous pleasure, and a surge of confidence flows through me.
I bob my head along the length of his shaft, tasting his salty sweet skin and reveling in the power I hold. Meanwhile, my ass bounces back against Chris as I move my body in response to his thrusts. He picks up on my enthusiasm and I can feel him driving into me, harder, faster.
James tugs on my hair, and I find that I rather like the little shock of pain. Though I can’t speak, I try to show him my appreciation with a louder moan and reward him with a hard suck.
He takes the hint and pulls harder, and I reward him again by upping the intensity. I’ve never sucked a dick before, but I’m glad to know I’m doing a decent job.
Chris grips my hips and pounds into me even harder, and I can feel another climax nearing. My hips and my mouth work in frantic motion, trying to bring them to release with me, and based on the grunts and moans they’re making, they’re both as close as I am.
I feel the heat of James’ release before I taste it, and I swallow his salty seed eagerly. I feel Chris slam into me with a cry of pleasure before he stills, heat seeping into the latex between us as my own Earth-shattering orgasm overtakes me.
I slap my free hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as a release washes over me in the present. The memory of that first night with Chris and James is burned into my brain, so much so that I could swear I just felt their hands on me. Something inside of me aches as I come back down to my real life, but a rush of shame chases it at having gotten so caught up in my memories that I just touched myself in my brother’s house.
My emotions are a whirlwind as I clean myself up, the buzz of the memory lingering. I may have only known Chris and James for a week, but I’d fallen for them so hard. I miss them still. I feel guilty even thinking about them, despite my husband’s infidelity and indifference, considering I had just left him.
But the fact is, it was done between us, and I knew there was nothing wrong with me fondly reminiscing about something that had happened before I’d ever met him.
And the passion I’d felt for the Matthews twins was stronger than anything I’d ever even imagined. Following that up with the apathy and utter lack of spark between myself and Brogan had definitely been hard.
It seems like too much of a coincidence that they wrote me now, after all this time, when I’ve just left. But I remember that the letter had gotten here weeks ago, before my birthday, Daniel just hadn’t been able to get it to me.
So they’d been thinking about me, and I just happened to leave my husband a few weeks later? This seems like the universe really has been screaming at me. So I collect an old journal and a pen from one of my bags and start to scribble out a response.
The next few weeks are surprisingly peaceful and content. To help prevent Brogan finding us until I have a better way, I’ve been home-schooling the boys. They’ve been a little restless, cooped up, but having Rowan and Keenan around takes some of the edge off.
I’ve been writing back and forth with James, too. I wanted to call him, but I was a little afraid that if I heard his voice, after all this time, I wouldn’t be able to resist running back to him. And with the boys, I couldn’t exactly just pack up and run off to Texas. So we’ve settled into a pen-pal routine, exchanging flirt banter.
But unfortunately, that peace can’t last forever. One afternoon, Daniel’s home phone rings, and foolishly, I answer, since Daniel’s not home. The voice on the other end knocks me flat.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Brogan hisses into my ear. “You really thought you could keep my boys from me?”
My stomach roils. “It doesn’t matter, Brogan, there’s nothing you can do to get me to come back.”
He snorts. “You really think you’re in control here? I’m coming for my sons, and you’re coming right back with them.”
My blood runs cold at the words. “Never.”
I hang up the phone, unable to speak.
My mind is spinning, my chest constricting as panic seizes me and I wheeze. I can’t go back, but where can I run with three kids? I force myself to take deep breaths and I tap out Daniel’s work number.
When I hear Daniel’s voice, tears trickle down my cheeks. I sob as I tell him everything, and he listens quietly. “Moll, you need to run,” he says.
“I know,” I sob, “But I can’t just hide the boys forever, not by myself.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Daniel’s voice is quiet, “I think you need to leave the boys with me and get far away from here.”
“What? I can’t just leave them-” I protest, but he stops me.
“You’re right, Molly, you can’t take the boys on the run, but if he finds you, I’m afraid for your life,” Daniel says.
“Daniel, I can’t,” I whisper, tears pouring down my face.
“I think you have to, Molly. If you don’t, he may never stop hunting you, and until you can get on your feet somewhere safe, you can’t start taking the steps to get custody of the boys.”
I wipe my eyes. “So you’re saying I run for now, get myself established, and then take them the right way.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he agrees, “Go upstairs right now, pack a bag, and get out of here.”
“Where should I go?” I ask him, “You’re my only family, he’d find me with any of my friends…” something dawns on me. “Wait, I might have an idea.”
“Don’t tell me,” Daniel says quickly, “Don’t tell anyone you don’t have to. Just get out, get safe, and then you can start from there.”
We hang up and I’m left alone in the silence again. I don’t like Daniel’s idea, and thinking about being away from the boys for so long kills me, but he’s right. And while it’s desperate, I know of a place I can hide, at least for a while, where I don’t think Brogan could ever find me.
I dial a new number on the phone and lift it to my ear. My heart po
unds harder and faster with every ring, until I’m met with a “Hello?”
“Hi, James? It’s me, Molly…”
Chapter Six
James
The mixture of emotions churning through me as I wait for Molly’s plane to de-board is overwhelming. I’ve never been this excited before, or nervous. And I can’t believe it’s actually happening.
I’d slipped away from the farm while Chris was preoccupied, wanting to keep Molly’s arrival a surprise. And, truthfully, to have her to myself for at least a few moments.
A surge of people suddenly starts to come down the escalators and my heart picks up speed. I scan the crowd for the sight of Molly’s flaming hair. I hope she hasn’t dyed it, and I suddenly feel nauseous with the thought that maybe I won’t recognize her.
But finally, I spot her. She looks exhausted and rumpled from the long flight, but she’s just as beautiful as I remember, and I think my heart skips a beat or two when those gorgeous green eyes meet mine. She scrambles down several steps on the escalator, slipping past people in her hurry until her feet hit the ground and she starts running.
I run to meet her, and when we collide, she throws herself into my arms and kisses me fiercely, and it’s every bit as electric as I had dreamed. I can hear some of the people she’d pushed past on the escalator chuckle as they pass.
I can’t tell if the time passing while we kiss is minutes or hours, but eventually, we pause for breath.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” I tell her.
“Neither can I,” she says, and the familiar, musical lilt of her voice stirs something in me.
I can’t help myself, I kiss her again. Despite everything, the years of separation, it feels like we haven’t missed a beat.
When we finally part, I don’t know what to say, overwhelmed by the sheer joy of seeing her again. Apparently neither does Molly, because a long silence follows, broken when Molly starts laughing.
“Come on,” I tell her, looping an arm around her waist, “Let’s go get your bags.”
She follows me and we settle into companionable chatter while we collect her stuff and head out to my truck. Her eyes are everywhere, taking in the sights of a new country, but I can’t take my own off of her.
At first, it seems like she hasn’t changed a bit, but the more I watch her and listen, the more I can see the changes in her. I don’t know what her life has become in the last five years, but she seems more restrained and hesitant than I remembered. She’s also a little jumpy, and I realize that some of her sightseeing is more like the careful vigilance of nervous prey.
And for some reason, it gets under my skin. The Molly I remembered was so independent and wild, and I wonder who or what has tamed down her vibrant spirit.
“So, tell me, what have you been up to the last few years?” I ask her.
“Being a shut-in housewife,” she replies, shocking me.
She sees the look on my face and forces a weak smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m in the process of a divorce. I was pressured into the marriage by my father.”
I relax a little, but I still have questions. But I’ll save them for later, I don’t want to take anything away from the excitement of our reunion with questions about her forced marriage.
“What about you?” she asks as I open the door for her to let her into my truck, “How have things been with the ranch?”
“Well, it’s just me and Chris now, so sometimes it’s a little rough,” I admit, “But we’re getting by.”
I come around the other side and get in as she’s closing her door.
“And um, where is Chris?” she asks nervously.
“He’s at home, doing some work with the finances.”
“Does he…” she gulps, “Does he know that I’m here?”
I shake my head. “No, we’re gonna surprise him.”
She lifts an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
I nod.
“And does he actually like surprises?” she asks me.
The taunt draws a smirk to my face. “No, he does not,” I admit.
She laughs and shakes her head. “You haven’t changed a bit, James,” she chides.
I bend down and kiss her again before pulling out of the parking lot.
“Nope,” I admit, “I really haven’t.”
The two of us chat more as we make our way back to the ranch. I can’t help but point out all of my favorite places to Molly, as if I’m trying to talk the place up to convince her to stay here. We hadn’t really discussed how long she was visiting for, but I have every intention of talking her into moving here with me, regardless of how Chris feels.
And she’s eager to explore everything. I tell her all about my plans to take her around town over the next few days and show her everything, and she almost seems disappointed that we can’t start now. But I know I have work to do back at the farm yet this afternoon.
Plus, despite her visible buzz of excitement, I can see hints of jet lag in Molly’s face.
The chatter continues all the way home, and as I pull into the driveway, I can see Chris standing in the front, arms folded across his chest.
He might be pissed now, but wait until he sees our little surprise…
Chapter Seven
Chris
I’ve been looking for James for half an hour. He was supposed to be in the stables, mucking out horse stalls, but he’s nowhere to be found.
I know his work ethic isn’t exactly on par with mine, but this is a whole new level. Just disappearing without a trace? I’ve even checked all his usual hidey-holes he tucks into when he’s slacking off, to no avail.
No wonder we’re struggling to keep up with things. If I’m the only one taking things seriously, we’ll never make it. As it is, we’ve been fighting to keep up with everything since Mom’s passing.
There’s so much to be done here, we really need more hands on deck. But we don’t exactly make a ton of money we can use to hire help.
So, to have him act like this, flaky and with his head off in the clouds, is infuriating. I don’t have time for him to act like a fucking child, running away and dodging his chores.
When I hear his truck rumbling up the driveway, I bristle with rage. He actually just took the fuck off without telling me?
I storm to the front to give him a piece of my mind.
As I stand there, waiting for him to get out so I can rip him a new one, I’m surprised to see the passenger door open first. And when I see who steps out, it’s like I’ve been struck by lightning.
A flurry of emotions swirl across her face, from fear to excitement, to hope, and the second her feet are on the ground, I lose it.
I sprint towards her and sweep her up in my arms, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around. She squeals and laughs, clinging to me, and I swear I have to be dreaming.
She’s every bit as beautiful as the last time we saw her, all curves in a pair of clinging jeans, and it takes everything I have not to kiss her and touch her right on the spot.
James grins over at us as he gets out of the truck.
“Surprise?” he offers.
“I can’t believe this. You really did write her,” I say in shock.
“He did,” she said, smiling over at him, “And I’m so glad he did. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you both, all these years.”
The words send the blood rushing to my cock, and a thousand images of that week we spent together flash through my mind. Unlike James, dwelling on it, I’ve tried to put Molly out of my head, thinking it was an impossibility that we might ever see her again, but to have her, standing here and telling me that she never forgot about us, it only makes me want her more.
I desperately want to rip off her clothes and take her right now, but I force myself to step back, keeping a smile plastered on my face. I don’t know what’s happened in her life, and I don’t know exactly what this visit might mean.
Maybe she’s just here for James, and does
n’t want to be shared between us now, or maybe she’s just here to reconnect with old friends and sightsee.
Like I told James when he brought this up in the first place, for all we know, she’s married with kids by now. In fact, my eyes flit to her left hand. There’s no ring, but I do notice a pale stripe around the base of her finger, as if she’d worn a ring for a while. It makes me wonder, but I don’t dare ask yet.
“So, let’s get you inside,” I say, “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
She follows us into the house, and I proceed to show her around, my mind reeling. I know I’m babbling as I tell her about every inch of the place, but I just can’t think. I don’t know where to begin.
Eventually, she reaches out and touches my arm.
“Chris,” she says softly, “I’m here to see you two. Why don’t we go sit and talk?”
I nod. “Right. Yeah, sure. I’ll make us some lunch.”
I lead her down to the kitchen. James is snickering and I flip him the bird.
I can’t believe he sprung this on me. I’m so happy to see her, but I can’t believe he wouldn’t even tell me she was coming.
She and James sit at the kitchen table while I start throwing lunch together. It’s a comfort to have something to preoccupy me, to funnel my churning emotions into something so I can process what’s happening.
“So, Molly,” I ask her, “What have you been doing since we saw you last?”
“Um, I got married,” she admits, rubbing her left ring finger anxiously.
My stomach sinks. I was right. Damn James for doing this. Getting my hopes up like this.
“My father talked me into it,” she continues, “Less than a year after the week I spent with you two. He had three boys, so I’ve been acting as a stay-at-home housewife slash stepmom.”
“Wow, hard to imagine you in an apron and pearls,” I joke.
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