by D. L. Roan
Rock Star Cowboys: The Honeymoon
The McLendon Family Saga - Book Four
By
D.L. Roan
Copyright © D.L. Roan 2016
Description
Destination undisclosed. Join Connor, Carson and Breezy McLendon on their most anticipated and spectacular honeymoon. From the time the limo door closes, the passion and love these three share flow freely from page to page in this romantic epilogue to Rock Star Cowboys.
Author Note: Rock Star Cowboys: The Honeymoon is a romantic, ten thousand word epilogue to Rock Star Cowboys and due to potential spoilers, should not be read as a standalone. Rock Star Cowboys should be read first to fully appreciate this story.
Table of Contents
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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Chapter One
The rhythmic hum of the airplane’s engines settled Breezy’s nerves and she forced herself to relax into her plush, leather seat. Having never flown before, the mixture of apprehension and excitement had kept her wide awake on the flight from Billings to Denver, and then again from Denver to Houston.
After the wedding of her dreams, a reception packed full of emotions, dancing, so much laughter her sides still hurt, a two-hour limo ride and an overnight stay in Billings, she’d been functioning on adrenaline for the last ten hours and it was finally catching up to her.
“Go to sleep, darlin’.” Carson threaded his fingers with hers and shifted in his seat so that she could lean more comfortably against him. “We still have a ways to go.”
She snuggled against his side, her lips upturned into a permanent smile, and closed her eyes. Breathing in Carson’s familiar scent, she allowed the wonderful memories of the last two days to lull her to sleep.
Connor’s sultry smile drifted in front of her like a dream. He’d been insatiable in the limousine after they left the reception. The moment they were ensconced inside the dark, spacious cabin, he’d pulled her into his lap and devoured her mouth in the most toe-curling kiss. She’d never forget the taste of champagne and strawberry shortcake that still lingered on his tongue.
Connor consumed her with his special brand of passion, distracting her as Carson worked at the buttons on the back of her dress.
“Let me get these buttons, bro, and she’s all ours,” Carson said.
“Can’t wait,” Connor murmured against her lips. His hands worked frantically at the yards of silk piled between them until he reached her thighs. With a victorious grunt, his fingers skimmed her flesh until he found her thong and gave it a commanding yank, the delicate lace giving way beneath his punishing grip. Breezy whimpered against his lips. Did they have any idea how long it took to find those?
The back of her dress fell open and Carson’s heat enveloped her from behind, pressing her against Connor. “This dress is beautiful on you,” Carson said, trailing his lips along her neck, “but I need to touch you.”
The top of her dress fell away, baring her breasts to the cold night air before Carson’s hands were on her, a groan of pleasure rumbling through him as he palmed and teased her nipples. She broke her kiss with Connor and tipped her head back to find Carson’s lips. His mouth parted and his tongue slid alongside hers in a slow, demanding pace. A warm taste of whiskey mingled with his unique flavor, sending a sharp ache straight through her pelvis.
Connor’s fingers tightened on her hips in a bruising grip and he drew her tighter against him, his hips flexing beneath her until she felt the bulge of his cock against the bare, sensitive flesh between her thighs.
Connor froze.
Heat flushed her cheeks as she turned from Carson’s kiss to find Connor staring at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “I had them do a little something extra at the spa yesterday.”
Connor released her, his fingers playing over her bare folds to confirm his suspicions. Through the dark she watched his eyes close, his Adam’s apple work up and down as he swallowed.
“What is it?” Carson asked, his hands stilling on her breasts.
Connor’s gaze darted to Carson, and then back to her. What was he thinking? Did he not like it?
“I think I just came in my pants,” Connor choked out.
Breezy giggled and squealed as Carson gripped her thighs and turned her around on Connor’s lap. Connor helped him work her skirt up around her waist to show Carson her surprise. She had no problem determining his reaction as he knelt on the floor in front of her, his stunned expression eliciting another giggle.
Connor draped her legs over his parted thighs, opening her up to Carson’s gaze. Carson’s tongue darted out and swiped across his lower lip. “Holy shit, I love you,” he said as he lowered his head between her legs and pressed his mouth to her.
She arched against Connor’s chest at the first touch of Carson’s hot, slick tongue against her bare flesh. Connor gripped her chin and turned her head, crushing his mouth to hers in another penetrating kiss as Carson devoured her below.
She was naked from the waist up and hips down, yet the heat between them warmed her to the core. Connor’s hands left her cheeks and skimmed over her breasts, his palms caressing feather-light circles over her nipples before sliding down between her thighs.
Carson lifted his mouth from her as Connor’s fingers slid between her folds. Connor’s chest rose against her back as he dragged in his next breath, his kiss slowing to a languid pace. He pressed his cock harder against her backside as he slid his fingers along her smooth skin from top to bottom and back up again, stopping to draw a slow circle around her clit.
A low hum of approval vibrated in his chest as he explored. Breezy shuddered when his fingers began an arousing rhythm, circling and circling in slow torturous passes around the perfect spot.
“Eat her pussy,” Connor broke their kiss and ordered Carson, his command a hoarse growl in her ear.
The warmth of Carson’s mouth returned as Connor kept one finger pressed against her clit, the others spreading her open for his brother. An arousing shiver raced along her spine and she rolled her hips, pressing against Carson’s mouth as the twin sensations ravished her.
Carson’s tongue pushed inside her and fluttered back and forth as Connor’s finger continued its slow pace. Unable to control her body’s riotous response, her head fell back against Connor’s shoulder, her breaths reduced to short, pained pants.
“I can’t believe you’ve kept this from
us all night,” Connor murmured in her ear. “I would have called an end to the party hours ago.”
“Exactly,” Breezy said with another gasp as Carson’s finger teased her rear entrance.
Connor nipped her earlobe, his next breath hissing along her neck as his hips rolled beneath her, sending another wave of excitement rushing over her skin. “Fuck, baby, you make me so hard,” he said, pressing his cock against her lower back. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Mmhm.” She sighed and then gasped as the tip of Carson’s finger slipped past her tight star.
“That’s it, squeeze me, darlin’.” Carson worked a second finger inside her, in and out, stretching her as Connor’s fingers stilled their hypnotic rhythm and pressed down on her clit.
Over the last six months they had learned to play her body to perfection. She was writhing in ecstasy between them when Carson leaned up and pressed his opened mouth to hers. The taste of her arousal was heavy on his tongue as he kissed her, hard and fast and then pulled away.
“Share some of that with Con,” he said when he withdrew his lips from hers and lowered himself back between her thighs.
She tilted her head back, offering her mouth to Connor again and he took it, plunging his tongue deep inside, gathering her taste. His body quickened beneath her, a low hum of approval and need rumbling through his chest. “Mmm, damn, baby. If I don’t get inside you soon I’m going to lose it,” Connor said when he finally pulled away, his hand working between them to loosen his belt.
“I need you too, darlin’,” Carson said against her flesh. She looked down and saw him grip his shaft, stroking it. “Make her come, bro.”
Connor’s right hand moved from between her thighs to grip her breast, his fingers scissoring her nipple with just enough pressure to make her gasp from the sting. “Come for us, baby.”
He toggled his finger over her clit, back and forth in a frantic rhythm as Carson pressed another finger inside her ass, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy.
Her legs tensed. Her toes curled inside her boots. Her breaths stilled as the first tingle of her climax gripped her body. She reached out and grabbed Carson’s head, gripping his hair as she held his mouth to her core and arched against Connor’s chest, the tingle turning into a throbbing pulse that gripped her entire body.
“Yes!” she shouted as she flew apart against them.
“That’s it baby,” Connor whispered in her ear, his hips flexing in time with her tremors.
Carson pulled his fingers from inside her and moved to the seat. Her back still against Connor’s chest, Connor lifted her hips and shifted beneath her until she felt the head of his penis at her opening. He released her and pushed up, penetrating her deep and hard with his first thrust.
“Fuck yes!” he cried out as her still-fluttering pussy clenched his shaft.
Carson gripped her hand and guided it over his erection, the velvety smooth skin so hot to the touch. She wrapped her fingers around him and pumped in time to Connor’s thrusts, chasing Carson’s kiss when he cupped her face and crushed his lips to hers.
The muted sound of the road beneath the limo’s tires could barely be heard through their collective groans and sighs as they moved toward their climax together. Connor’s fingers pressed into her flesh as his orgasm neared. With each upward thrust he pinned her against him, each breath coming out as nothing more than a grunt.
Carson growled beside them, his next inward breath drawn through his clenched teeth as she swirled her thumb over his tip and then back and forth over the one spot she knew drove him wild. He threw his head back, his release coming fast and gripping him hard. His hips rose off the leather seat as his seed spilled over her fingers.
At the height of Carson’s release, Connor’s rhythm faltered. The tendons in his neck pulled tight as he bared his teeth and a pained cry clawed through his chest as he came inside her.
“Oh yeah,” he panted, biting his bottom lip. “Fuck yes.” He pinned her hips and held himself deep inside her, his body shuddering against her before he melted back into the seat in a boneless, breathless heap. “I’ve needed you since the first second I saw you at the other end of that aisle.”
“You’re not kidding.” Carson sighed beside them. “I thought we’d never get you out of there.”
“Me too.” Breezy giggled as she melted against Connor.
The limo drove through the darkness as they lay replete in the back and caught their breath. A few minutes later, Carson shrugged out of his shirt and used it to clean them up.
Her arms and legs felt like overcooked spaghetti as she carefully shifted in Connor’s lap. Connor groaned as he pulled out of her and positioned her across his thighs, cradling her against his chest.
She could feel his rapid heartbeat against her cheek as she reached for Carson’s hand, bringing it to her lips. She loved these men more than she could have ever imagined possible, and they were both hers.
Chapter Two
Carson glanced down at Breezy, her head resting over his heart as she finally slept. Still amazed at how lucky he was, he resisted the urge to bend down and press his lips to her forehead. She’d been so nervous and excited about their trip that she’d barely slept after they reached their hotel in Billings the night before. Of course, he’d had a hand in keeping her awake most of the night.
Keeping his hands off her had been impossible. As soon as the honeymoon suite door was closed he had her pinned against it, her legs wrapped around his hips and his cock buried balls deep inside her. Even in his sleep he found himself reaching for her, his body yearning for any form of contact.
He remembered the day he realized he was falling in love with her like it was yesterday, but that feeling was but a whisper of what he felt for her now. She was the air he breathed.
His life had changed so profoundly since the day she came back to Falcon Ridge. He was closer to his family than he’d been in years. The bond between him and Connor was stronger than it had ever been. For the first time since he could remember, he was a part of something bigger than himself and it felt good. More than good. He was complete, and he had Breezy to thank for that.
Across the aisle, Connor snagged his attention and pointed to the inflight display on the monitors mounted to the front wall of each of their first class pods. Carson looked over and saw that they were approaching Belize; their final destination. Well, almost their final stop. An hour’s helicopter ride was all that was left between them and their private island getaway. He couldn’t wait.
The flight attendant came through and advised them that they would be landing soon. Carson nodded and looked down at Breezy again. It was the first time he’d seen her sleep in days and he didn’t want to wake her, but it was better than her waking up in the middle of landing. She hated that part of flying. His arm still bore her fingernail marks from the landing in Houston.
“Hey, darlin’.” He kissed her forehead and caressed her soft hair. She shifted in her seat and snuggled closer to him. The way she clung to him stirred his pride. There was no doubt that she was his and he was hers. “Breezy, it’s time to wake up. We’re almost there.”
Her eyes blinked open and her brows pinched together, forming that cute little worry line between them that his brother loved so much. “We are?” She looked past him out the window and frowned. “I hate landing.”
Carson chuckled and pulled one of the magazines he’d been reading from the pocket at his feet. He laid it over his arm and placed her hand on it. “It’s okay. I’m prepared this time.”
Breezy rolled her eyes and sat up in her seat. “I wasn’t that bad.”
He cocked his brow and threatened to roll up his sleeve to show her the proof, but she dismissed him with a huff. He laughed, but in truth he’d take a million moon-shaped nail marks if that helped her cope.
“Would you like something to drink before we land,” the flight attendant asked her.
“No thanks.” She shook her head and reached for her purse. �
��I would like to use the restroom though.”
Carson watched her walk down the aisle as Connor unfastened his seatbelt and slid into her seat beside him. “How’s she doing?” he asked as he, too, glanced down the aisle.
“She’s exhausted,” Carson sighed. “So am I for that matter.”
“Me too,” Connor said with a yawn. “I know it will be hard, but let’s give her a break when we get to the cabana. Between the wedding and the therapy center, she’s worked herself into the ground the last month. She needs some rest.”
Carson hated to admit it, but his twin was right. “Agreed.” They had a lot of plans for her, but their return date was open-ended. They had plenty of time.
“You want to change seats for the landing?” Carson asked.
Connor gave him a cynical chuckle. “Not on your life.”
“Coward,” Connor mumbled under his breath as Breezy exited the restroom and made her way back down the aisle.
Carson’s jaw ached from clenching his teeth so hard through what even he would call a rough landing. It was the only way he could keep from screaming like a girl. How she had any fingernails left by the time they reached the gate was beyond him.
Once through security, they were met by two men who helped gather their luggage and then escorted them to a private terminal where their helicopter awaited. “Oh my God,” Breezy groaned as she realized where they were going. “I don’t think I can do this.”
A man named Ricco greeted them on the tarmac and introduced himself as their pilot. Recognizing her trepidation, Ricco assured her that they would not be flying as high and the ride would be much smoother than the one they’d just experienced. Thankfully he hadn’t been lying.
The sun was high in the sky as the sleek craft lifted off with ease. Breezy was glued to the window as they flew out of the city and drifted effortlessly over the coastline. Watching her face as they flew over the Great Blue Hole was almost as breathtaking as seeing the ancient world wonder itself. Forty-five minutes of flying over the pristine barrier reef, the pilot pointed out the silhouette of their private island in the distance.