She leaned over and captured his lips. He lost it. He pressed his chest tight against her breasts, loving the way her soft tits molded to him, and delved into her mouth. The cinnamon gum she’d been chewing exploded on his tongue. Not able to get enough of her, he ran his hands up and down her back, stopping only to finger the long wet strands of hair trailing down her back. God, what she did to him.
“I’m coming!”
Her abandoned cry tilted him over the edge. Like a 9.0 earthquake, his cock shook as he exploded jism into her. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tight, lifted her off his cock, and set her down.
Her breaths came out fast. “That was amazing.”
With her tits rising and falling with each breath, he debated feasting on them again, but he knew their time was up.
He always used a condom, but with Chelsea, he didn’t want to. Having a child with her would be his dream come true.
“Yes, amazing. I couldn’t agree more. Now let’s finish cleaning up and get those brothers of yours.”
Chapter Nine
Luke had insisted he drive his larger car to the airport in Bozeman. Good thing, too, as she couldn’t keep her mind off either of the Caulfield men. Yes, they were brothers, but in two days she’d slept with both of them. She loved each one, so did that mean she’d been wrong in having sex with one then the other? Preston had mentioned the idea of all three of them together, but could she handle having sex with two men at the same time? She always imagined doing so, but now that she’d been with both, the idea boggled her mind. Vicki assured her sleeping with two men at once was the norm in Pleasure, but it would take a while for her to get used to the idea.
“You okay, darlin’?” He glanced in the rearview mirror before changing lanes.
She had to stop her mind from wandering. “Yes. I’m just worried about Clint and Sanford.” Not telling the whole truth was not a good way to start a relationship, but she needed to wrap her mind around her feelings before expressing her thoughts.
“We’ll be there shortly. Remember, time heals all.”
She tried to keep that in mind when he pulled into the airport parking lot fifteen minutes later. They were forty-five minutes early. “How about getting a bite to eat? I need to keep occupied. Plus, I’m starving.”
“Keeping you occupied is what I like to do best.”
That brought a smile to her face. She ordered a shake and carried it to the waiting area while Luke had two hot dogs, a banana, a chocolate muffin, and a coffee. If she’d eaten all that, she’d never be able to sleep.
Luke did his best to keep her mind off seeing her brothers, but even when he played with her hair and rubbed her neck, the muscles wouldn’t release.
The arrival screen indicated the plane had landed. She figured they might be last, but that only made the wait worse. Pacing in front of Luke, he stopped her, his hands on the back of her thighs. He pulled her between his legs.
“Darlin’, remember what proud men they are. Any tears or show of sympathy is going make them feel less of a man. I can only imagine how bad they felt when they got hurt. Let’s hope they don’t think they let down their team. So, smile sweetly and give them all your love.” He winked. “But save some for me.”
She swiped his shoulder. “You are incorrigible. Is sex the only thing you think of?” Her words came out a whisper.
“When I’m around you it is.”
His upbeat tone lightened her mood. As she turned around and watched the exiting passengers, she spotted her brothers in uniform taking up the rear. In the year since they’d been gone, their shoulders had broadened, and if possible, they were better looking.
“Clint! Sanford!” She waved and both broke out in smiles.
Clint had his arm in a sling, and Sanford was using crutches with his leg encased in a removable cast. Like a fifty-foot waterfall, the powerful release of seeing them fairly healthy nearly drowned her. They would be fine, or at least they would be after a little rehabilitation. Vicki’s image came to mind. She bet her best friend wouldn’t mind helping to work them out. Hopefully, in more ways than one.
Clint, older than Sanford by a year, hugged her with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I see you haven’t grown much.”
She hated all the short jokes. Both of them were over six feet. How fair was that? “You look good.”
“Yeah? Don’t feel it.”
Sanford had been waiting patiently behind. “Come here, you.”
He handed the crutches to Clint and stood on one leg. “Let me have a hug from my best girl.”
God, he felt good in her arms. She hadn’t seen her two brothers enough since they entered the service.
They both turned to Luke and hugged him, too.
Luke looked at all three. “Well, you want to get home or what?”
They picked up their bags at the baggage claim. Luke insisted he carry their gear to the car over the objections of her brothers.
On the ride home, Sanford was sweating, despite it being close to freezing. “I’m guessing your leg’s broken, but do you have a fever?”
“I got a new knee, along with a rod in my leg. It’s fine. The wrap here is to keep my knee stabilized. The doctors said with therapy, I’ll be stronger than ever if I can keep the infection under control.”
So he did have a fever from an infection. Her previous joy disappeared. “They shouldn’t have sent you home.”
He shrugged. “They gave me lots of medicine.” He smiled, but in the dim light, she couldn’t see if his eyes spoke the truth. “I’ll be all right, don’t worry.”
“I can’t stop worrying. In fact, other than going to work, I’m going to be by your side making sure both of you get on your feet fast.”
Clint chuckled. “Sanford has turned into a bear. Good luck.”
* * * *
Chelsea could barely keep her eyes open. For the last three weeks, she’d been waiting hand and foot on her brothers and taking her shift at Mountain View Bar & Grill. Her energy was just about spent. Luke and Preston kept finding time to drag her into a quiet corner and kiss her silly, but even their attention couldn’t make up for the lack of sleep.
Today had been her day off, and Vicki had insisted Chelsea have some fun.
“I’ll stay with them. It’ll be good for me to see what they can do. I want to assess what needs to be done in regards to their rehab.”
“You sure?” Getting away for even a day would be great.
“Yes!”
Chelsea had wanted to get some new pots and pans for the restaurant but never had the time. She managed to land a parking space right in front of the Mountain View and went in, hoping to find Preston. She believed spending the day with him would do both of them some good.
Since he wasn’t in view, she passed the bar and went down the hallway to the office. She knocked and entered. Preston was at the computer.
He turned around. His eyes smiled. “I thought you had the day off.”
“I do, but I thought I’d take a trip to Bozeman. Remember, you said I could buy some equipment.”
He leaned back in his chair. “I do.”
“You want to come with me?”
He seemed to study her for a moment. “Sure. Let me tell Luke we’ll be gone for most of the day.”
She liked that. “I’ll wait for you by the front door.”
Two minutes later he came out from the office. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I’ll drive. We can put all the stuff you need in the back of the truck.”
“I’m not buying a stove or anything.”
He chuckled. “I know women. You get into that kitchen equipment store and you’ll go crazy.”
“You might be right.” Once she got her hands on some of the new stuff she’d seen on the Internet, he might be sorry he gave her carte blanche.
The drive there was nice. They talked about how she got into cooking and why she decided to leave. Once at the store, they both wandered around. From the way he pick
ed up some of the big pots, he was thinking maybe the equipment could be updated.
He brought over a large wok. “How about this? Could you use one of these?”
“It’s beautiful, but I have a big fry pan that works just as well.” She’d already picked out close to a thousand dollars worth of goods. She’d chosen several pots and pans, along with a new toaster oven, a new mixer, and a grand blender she knew Luke would love to use for making his famous daiquiris. She nodded to her stash. “I think I’ve done enough damage.”
“I can see we’ll have to raise our prices to pay for all this.”
Luke had told her the Mountain View was doing quite well. “Funny.”
He took her hand and led her to the back of the store, where the new gas stoves and ovens resided. “I’ve heard you comment how hard it is to bake the cookies evenly with an oven so old. How about we get this one? The stove top has a grill and eight burners.”
Her heart nearly burst. She ran a hand over the metal. “It’s the most beautiful piece of equipment I’ve ever seen, but we can’t afford this.”
“You can’t, but I can. I want you to be proud to cook at the Mountain View.” He tapped her nose.
A few weeks ago that little tap might have pissed her off. Today, she knew the touch was out of love. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I’ll tell the store to have it delivered.”
She reached up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
Never had anyone done something this nice for her before.
Since they’d parked near the entrance, carting their purchases wasn’t a problem. Had she not helped carry the smaller items, she probably would have skipped to the truck. Once everything was stored in the back, Preston nodded to a small café.
“I don’t know about you, but spending money makes me hungry.”
Anything to get more time with Preston was good by her. “Works for me.”
He asked the hostess for a booth in the back. The romantic gesture wasn’t lost on her.
He clasped her hands in his. “So have you told your brothers about us?”
Her blood pressure dropped. “No.”
His brows rose. “Then did you mention you’d slept with Luke?”
She heard no censure in his tone. “No. I don’t think it’s any of their business.”
The waitress came by to take their drink orders. Chelsea had been debating how to break it to her brothers that she loved two men. While Pleasure was open-minded, her mom had not been. As a result, her brothers seemed to favor the traditional approach to marriage. Not that either Luke or Preston had used the marriage word, but given how they’d doted on her, she suspected they’d ask sooner or later.
Once they’d given their drink orders, Preston leaned forward. “You can’t stall forever. I did give them my word I’d take care of you.”
“I won’t have to care for them for too much longer, I suspect. They’re getting stronger every day.”
“I miss seeing you every day, all day.”
“Me, too.”
He leaned back in the booth. “What would happen if your brothers saw you with me instead of Luke?”
Luke had been the one to drive her to the airport. “I’ll tell them I can’t decide which man I want, so I’m going to date both.”
His grip tightened. “Is that the truth?”
“No. I want both of you.”
He let out a breath. “We have to tell them.”
“I will when the time is right.”
“Do you think they’ll put up a fuss?”
She looked down at the table. “I’m hoping not, but I’m thinking they will.” She really didn’t want to get into this discussion. Her lack of sleep, coupled with all the worry about Sanford’s on-and-off-again fever, had lowered her ability to deal. “Can we just have a good time now and worry about telling them later?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
They spent the rest of the lunch talking about their customers and the possibility of buying the beauty salon next door to the Mountain View for expansion purposes. “That way, we can have more room for dancing, darts, and good old fun.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
By the time they left the café, it was close to 4:00 p.m. Since they’d been in the back, neither had noticed the storm brewing.
“I’m not liking this,” Preston said.
“Me, neither.” She’d almost forgotten how treacherous the storms in Montana could be.
The wind was howling and the air pregnant with snow. Fortunately, they’d park nearby. They climbed into the truck and headed back home.
About halfway there, the snowstorm blanketed the area, dumping over a foot of snow in a short period of time. The winds shook the truck and slanted the snow almost horizontally. She strained to see the trees along the side of the road. “How can you even see the road?”
Preston gripped the wheel. “I can’t very well.”
“Maybe we should stop?”
He glanced over at her. “I’ve got some supplies in the back if we get hungry and two solar blankets, but I’d hate to have to spend the night in the cab.”
The image of snuggling came to mind. “I could think of a few things we could do.”
That got a smile out of him. “I’m afraid if I started to kiss you, I’d want you naked, and then you’d freeze to death. Nope, wouldn’t want that.”
The wind shoved the truck off the road, but he managed to steer it back toward the center of the road. “I’m going to have to find a place to stop. This storm is too dangerous.”
She searched through the side window. “I see some lights over there. Given how isolated it is, it could be a farmhouse.”
He turned right at the next road. The snow was deeper, but he plowed through. The farmhouse sat off to the left down a long drive.
“Preston, we can’t just go up to his door, knock, and ask for shelter.”
“Why not? People know a person can die in a storm like this.” He pulled to a stop and shut off the engine. “How about this? I’ll go ask, and if they ask us in, I’ll come get you.”
She shivered. “Works for me.”
Preston ducked his head and seemed to have to work to get up the path to the house. The snow was coming down so hard she lost sight of him halfway to the door. With the engine off, the cab cooled quickly. Maybe Preston was right. Spending the night in the cab wasn’t such a good idea.
The passenger-side door opened a few minutes later. “We’re all set. The farmer insists we spend the night.”
“Awesome.” Too bad she had no toothbrush or any amenities with her, but stranded people couldn’t be picky.
Preston helped her out. Good thing he was sure-footed, as the path had already iced over.
Inside, the cozy space was warm from a crackling fire. Their savior looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His worn face attested to a hard life.
“Welcome.” He came over and held out his hand. “I’m Chester Dinder.”
“Hi, I’m Chelsea Mansfield.”
“Howdy. Can I get you some hot tea or hot cider?”
“Tea would be great.”
“Have a seat and make yourself welcome. I love having company, so don’t think you’re intruding.”
As soon as he disappeared into the kitchen, she looked over at Preston and shrugged. “He seems nice.”
“Sure does.”
A moment later, Chester returned with two hot teas. “Where you two headed?”
“Pleasure.”
“Really?” His eyes sparkled. “You see the UFO that flew overhead last week?”
Uh-oh. While she was open-minded about a lot of things, she wasn’t so sure she believed in aliens. “Can’t say that I did.”
“I saw them pass by here. Then a friend of mine near Pleasure calls me and says he sees it, too. I think they were coming to take me back.”
She held the hot tea, wondering if it was safe to drink it. Preston took a sip out of his, so maybe it wasn�
��t poison. “Why would you think that?”
If they let him talk, she’d be better able to assess if this guy was a threat. Preston had this little smile on his as if the old man amused him.
“’Cause I was a real value to them when I visited them.”
“You visited who?”
“The Ebens. They live in Zeta Reticuli solar system on planet Serpo.”
Preston stretched an arm around her shoulder and squeezed. She glanced at him, but only interest filled his face.
“You went there?” The man appeared serious.
“You bet. Went back in 1975. Our government set up the trade. The Ebens told me they’d come for me someday. Yesterday, I seen their ship. You sure you didn’t see it hover high in the sky?”
This was way far-out for her. “No.”
Preston removed his arm and picked up his tea with both hands. “We spend most of the time inside,” Preston said. “So tell us about what it was like when you visited.”
Did Preston believe in aliens?
“The land is bleak, I’ll tell you that. We had to live underground, but the Ebens knew how to make oxygen. Their technology is much more advanced than ours, but I don’t want to bore you two to death.”
“No. We’d love to hear all about it.”
Chester grinned. For the next few hours, he told them in great detail what it was like in the other solar system.
She couldn’t help stifle her yawn. Chester stood. “I can see you’ve had a hard day. Let me show you to the guest room. I call it that, but it used to be our son’s before he got killed in the war.”
How sad. Maybe the farmer was just lonely and had to make up stories to pass the time. “What was his name?”
“My son? William, but we called him Willie.” The man’s eyes watered. “I sure do miss him. My wife passed just last year. It’s been hard without them both.”
Her heart ached for him.
He waved a hand. “Come on. I’ll show you where you can sleep.”
They followed him to the back of the house. The room had one double bed. While he never asked if they were married, he didn’t seem to care if they shared a bed. “We really appreciate this.”
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