Fractured Hearts

by SJD Peterson

  Trevor broke the kiss and spoke against her lips, “Show Kegan how good you feel.” He nibbled at her lower lip before he pulled away and urged her to roll in Kegan’s direction.

  She turned and met Kegan’s gaze. He looked at her with such passion and need, her chest tightened. She wanted him with an all-consuming hunger, had wanted him nearly her whole life. The reality of actually being in his arms had her blinking back tears.

  Dammit, don’t you dare cry.

  Charlie refused to think about Kegan leaving her again—she’d deal with those feelings later. Right now, she wanted his body wrapped around and deep inside her.

  Kegan palmed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his in a blistering kiss. Trevor pushed up to her back. He lifted her leg up over Kegan’s hip, murmuring encouragements. He caressed and rubbed, pushing her harder toward the erection pressed against her belly as he rocked his hips.

  Trevor set a slow, steady rhythm, forcing her clit to rub along the soft skin of Kegan’s erection. At the slow, sensual pace, the heat of their bodies enveloped her, and all thoughts fled from her mind until it was only the sensations of their joined bodies, in a leisurely seductive dance, that she focused on.

  The feel of Charlie’s warm skin against his was the most amazing thing Kegan had ever experienced. He fought the urge to thrust hard, to roll her onto her back and bury himself to the hilt in her heat. The image of her sexy mouth wrapped around Trevor’s shaft, sucking him long and deep, was more than he could stand.

  “Let me love you,” he whispered into her mouth. “I need to be inside you before I lose my mind. Let me show you what you mean to me.”

  Trevor pushed his hand between them. He separated the lips of her sex and dipped a finger into the slick folds. Kegan snatched a condom and quickly covered his erection. His hips jerked in response to the slide of Trevor’s finger slowly easing in and out of Charlie.

  “That’s it, open up for him, Charlie,” Trevor urged

  He rubbed a finger in a tight circle around her clit. Trevor’s knuckles rubbing against Kegan’s cock with each movement only escalated his desire. He stilled, closed his eyes for a moment and let the pleasant sensation wash over him. He wanted this moment to last, to spend forever right here with the two people he cared most about in this world.

  Kegan opened his eyes when Charlie moaned to see her trembling with need. Unable to deny her any longer, he pressed the head of his erection at the entrance of her core. The wet heat against his sensitive flesh pulled an unstoppable groan from deep in his chest. She was so hot she burned him alive. Kegan pushed the head into her and froze, giving her body a chance to adjust to the invasion. “Ah Christ, you’re tight, bichito.”

  Her slick walls clamped around him, and she gasped and wriggled beneath him, making it all the harder to keep from slamming home. He gritted his teeth, pushed in painstakingly slowly, and watched Charlie’s eyes glaze over as pleasure swept through her body. Her cheeks flushed, and a long, continuous moan escaped her lips. Kegan pushed until sheathed to the hilt. Her insides contracted around him, and the heat and friction was so goddamn sweet he wasn’t going to last long. She was so tight and hot.

  “Harder,” Charlie groaned as her hips thrust toward him and her head fell back onto Trevor.

  “Give me a minute—”

  Charlie pinned him with a hard stare, fire blazing in her eyes. “No. Now!”

  She was like a tight fist clamped down on him with every pulse in her body. The pressure combined with her feverish demands, and he couldn’t help but pull back then thrust again, hard. He wanted this to last, to be so good for her, but he couldn’t seem to control his body.

  He yanked her hips and rolled her to straddle him. He placed his feet flat on the bed and pushed up hard into her giving flesh, groaning long and deep. Charlie’s head rolled back against Trevor as he knelt between Kegan’s spread thighs and grabbed her nipple, rolling and pinching in time with each thrust of Kegan’s body.

  “Ah fuck, that’s it. Take me. Take all of me.” A knot formed at the base of his spine and his balls drew up. There was no way he’d be able to hold back, his orgasm already racing down his spine. “Not gonna last, baby, you feel too good,” he gritted out. He slammed into her once, twice, then white light swirled behind his closed eyes as the heat shot up his cock and burst in a blinding flash of pleasure.

  He forced his eyes open and they settled on Charlie’s gorgeous body as he cried out her name while he came buried deep inside her.

  Before the aftershocks had even slowed, Trevor put a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down to Kegan’s chest.

  “On your knees!” He groaned, barely able to get the words out before he pulled her hips up and off Kegan’s sated erection and buried himself deep inside her with one hard thrust.

  Charlie threw her head back and screamed as she was overcome with the pleasure that rocketed through her. Kegan reached down and rubbed his thumb across her clit as Trevor pumped into her at a brutal pace. His muscles were tight and rippled as he grasped Charlie’s hips and pulled her hard against him.

  “Feels good, doesn’t she?”

  “Fuck, I’ve never felt anything so damn sweet. I can feel her gripping me, milking me.”

  Kegan pulled Charlie’s mouth to his, captured her screams.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for us,” Trevor encouraged as he continued to piston in and out of her.

  Her body went rigid as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She pulled away from the kiss and cried out as Trevor pumped his own release deep in her body. Charlie slumped onto Kegan’s chest, breathing in short pants. He could feel her heart pound as Trevor’s weight on her back pushed her deeper into his.

  “Are you okay, baby?” He brushed the damp hair from her beautiful face. She lifted her head and looked at him, a happy sated smile twitching at the corners of her mouth as she nodded.

  Trevor rolled to the side and disposed of the condom before he pulled her to him and sandwiched her warm, pliant body between them. “Nap,” he groaned. “Then round two.”

  Charlie looked back toward Trevor as he spooned against her back. Kegan chuckled at the surprised look on her face. He rose from the bed, disposed of his own condom, then fetched a warm, damp cloth.

  Returning to join his lovers in bed, he placed a soft kiss to Charlie’s forehead and gently cleaned the wetness from between her thighs. “It’s okay, baby.” He threw the cloth onto the floor beside the bed and snuggled closer to her. “Just rest.”

  He stroked her hair as she settled back and relaxed between them. Her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.

  Kegan didn’t think he could ever be happier than he was at that moment. The scent of the three of them filled the air as his eyes closed.

  Chapter Eleven

  Charlie woke to warm arms wrapped around her in a cocoon of heat and instinctively snuggled closer to it.

  “You’re awake,” Trevor whispered in her ear.

  “No. I think I’m still dreaming.”

  Last night had been the most amazing night of her life. The way they’d made her feel loved and cherished was something she had never experienced before and she still had a hard time believing it had actually happened. It had a dreamlike quality to it because there was no way reality could ever be that good.

  Trevor, true to his word, had been more than ready for round two. He and Kegan had taken her over and over with their voracious, insatiable sexual needs that had left her completely and utterly sated.

  Warm hands caressed her from stomach to breasts and lightly stroked her hard nipples. “Does this feel like a dream?”

  “It’s feels like heaven so it must be a dream,” she murmured.

  Trevor turned her in his arms and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Open your eyes, Charlie.”

  She squeezed her eyes tighter and shook her head. “Nope, can’t make me. I’m enjoying my dream.”

  Trevor peppered her face with soft kisses. “You’re not
dreaming, baby, and I’ll prove it.”

  “Ow! What the hell was that for?” Charlie’s eyes flew open when pain shot through her backside as he pinched the fleshy meat of her ass cheek.

  “Proving you weren’t dreaming.” He chuckled and dipped his head, then caught her mouth in a soft kiss. Before she could pull away, he soothed the abused flesh of her ass.

  Breaking the kiss with a pout, she rested her cheek against his broad chest, playfully swatting at him. “Brute.”

  She stretched and snuggled deeper into his chest, loving the little aches and pains in her muscles as she moved. As her eyes adjusted to the bright morning light that filtered in through the large open windows, she scanned the room. It became quickly obvious that she was alone in bed with Trevor.

  Kegan was gone. The painful realization assaulted her and she struggled to keep her breathing steady, but the weight that squeezed her heart like a vise didn’t allow it. Her stomach lurched and she fought to keep down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat.

  She should have known she wouldn’t have been able to keep the past or her heart out of the equation. This was supposed to be about letting go and enjoying the moment. Instead, deep down, she had allowed herself to hope and had ruined everything. Hope was something she did not believe in. Hope was disappointment, and Kegan’s absence just reminded her of that fact.

  Everyone always leaves you.

  “Charlie? You okay?”

  No. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  “Baby, you’re shaking. Are you having regrets?”

  He tried to lift her chin to meet his gaze, but she refused and shook her head.

  Hell yes she was having regrets. She had just spent the most intense night of her life with Kegan and Trevor and she had allowed hope to destroy it. “No… I’m… I need a shower.” She pulled away from his embrace, refused to meet his gaze, and fled to the bathroom.

  She slammed the door shut and locked it behind her before she slumped back against it and fought the urge to bang her head.

  Stupid! Stupid! God, she had to get control of herself. It was just sex, the most mind-blowing sex of her life, but just sex. She wasn’t the first woman they’d shared and she wouldn’t be the last. She was such an idiot.

  A soft rap at the door startled her. She moved toward the tub and wiped frantically at the hot tears that rolled down her cheeks.

  “Charlie, babe, are you okay?”

  She reached in and turned the water on. “I’m just gonna take a shower, Trevor. I’m fine.” The sadness in her voice made her cringe.

  “You don’t sound okay. C’mon, babe, open the door and talk to me.”

  Please just go away.

  She couldn’t handle the thought of him seeing her weak tears, which just gave more credence to the stupid-country-girl image she had no doubt already given Kegan. She stepped into the stream of hot water before calling out, “Just let me take a shower and I’ll be right out.”

  Trevor pounded on the door. “Open the door.”

  She ignored him.

  “Charlie, I swear I’ll break this goddamn door down.”

  The last thing she was going to do was open that door. She’d be damned if she’d obey his commands this time. That was how she’d found herself in this mess in the first place.

  She’d ignore him and eventually he’d get tired of this stupid game and go away. She grabbed the shampoo bottle. The sound of wood splintering and the door slamming open made her jump and she dropped the bottle.

  Before she had the chance to recover from her surprise, Trevor entered the shower and pulled her body tight against his.

  “What the hell is wrong with you? I told you—”

  His mouth smashed down on hers and cut off her words. She refused to give in to him and shoved at his chest, but he was a rock-hard wall of muscle that didn’t budge a fraction of an inch and he refused to let go of her mouth.

  His arms tightened around her as he kissed along her mouth, down across her jaw then up her neck. “Now, are you gonna tell me what has you so upset?”

  “Besides the fact you just broke down the bathroom door while I’m trying to take a shower? Nothing.” She sniffed.

  Trevor cupped her chin in his large palm and forced her to meet his gaze. “Don’t lie to me, Charlie, it pisses me off. You can regret what we’ve done, can tell me that you don’t want me around, but do not lie to me.” His dark eyes narrowed, the intensity startling her.

  “Fine,” she said breezily and slapped at his hand. “I have regrets, okay?”

  He released her, then bent to pick up the shampoo bottle. “Turn around.”

  She readily obeyed the command, not because he had ordered her to, but because she didn’t want him to see the pain that was surely evident in her eyes. He massaged shampoo into her hair, kneaded at her scalp, and she relaxed a little from his gentle caresses.

  “Why do you regret what we did? It certainly didn’t feel like a mistake to me.” With his body, he eased her forward into the spray of water, stroking through her hair as he rinsed away the suds.

  “That wasn’t me last night, it’s not who I am.”

  Trevor grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it in his hands before he ran them along her back and across her hips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  Dammit, she didn’t want to get into this with him. She just wanted to take her shower and escape.

  He moved down her legs then trailed back up around her stomach. He made it hard for her to think. Her body awakened in response to his touch and she fought to keep her thoughts away from the way his hands made her body tingle.

  “I’ve never had a fling. It’s just not me. I’m not trying to judge you and Kegan if that’s what you’re into, I just mean…”

  He spun her around so fast that she felt dizzy and reached out to him to steady herself. He grasped her arms hard, his body practically vibrating as anger flared in his black eyes. “Is that what you think?” He shook her. “You still think we just wanted to fuck you?”

  Words were one thing, actions spoke much louder. Like the fact that Kegan hadn’t even wanted to wake up next to her. Charlie averted her eyes and forced nonchalance into her tone. “It’s no big deal.” She looked down at his hands still holding her. “Want to stop manhandling me?”

  He ignored her. “You want to answer the question?”

  Charlie ducked her head and spun away from his slick grip, exited the shower, then grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. “No.”

  Trevor followed her and grabbed his own towel to secure it to his waist. “No, you don’t think we wanted to just fuck you or no, you don’t want to answer the question?”

  God he’s persistent. Charlie left the bathroom, heading for the closet in her room to get dressed. Not so surprisingly, the cocky cowboy followed, leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and blocked the exit.

  “Answer the goddamn question, Charlie.”

  She grabbed her jeans, shimmied into them and pulled a sweater over her head before she faced him. “Yeah, I do think you just wanted to fuck me.”

  Anger started to boil within her. She wasn’t angry at him but at her own stupidity. However, she still took it out on him full force. “You made it clear the first night I met you what you wanted, and you got it. At least you were gentleman enough to wake up next to me. Obviously Kegan couldn’t be bothered.” She blinked rapidly, refusing to shed one more damn tear.

  In one quick movement, Trevor grabbed and pulled her against him, forcing her head against his chest. “Ah, hell! Is that what this is about? Kegan not waking up with us?”

  He kissed the top of her head, cupped her chin and pushed her to look at him again. “I convinced Kegan to go out and get the crew started. He couldn’t keep his damn hands off you and I was afraid he was going to wake you.” He kissed her nose. “You looked so damn sweet all snuggled up.”

  She stared at him, searching for signs of deceit, but only found tenderness and
sincerity in his eyes. Still, even if he had sent Kegan out, that didn’t mean it wasn’t just about sex. She couldn’t really be upset about that fact since she had decided to take Rae’s advice and just enjoy the moment, which she certainly had done. It wasn’t their fault she had hoped for more. Unsure what to say, she just stared at him.

  Trevor placed a soft kiss to her lips then led her from the closet. “C’mon.” He stopped only long enough to grab his jeans and slide into them before he pulled her along behind him again.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You don’t look convinced, so I’m going to prove it to you.”

  She tried to pull away, but he held her hand tight in his grip. “Prove what?”

  He continued to pull her along behind him, down the stairs and into the kitchen, where an elderly lady poured juice at a set table.

  Trevor dropped Charlie’s hand and strode over to the lady. “Good morning, Mrs. M,” he greeted then kissed her cheek. “Kegan make it back yet?”

  She swatted his hand as he tried to steal a slice of bacon off one of the plates.

  “Oh no you don’t, you wash them hands before you touch food in my kitchen, young man.” She pushed him toward the sink before she turned to Charlie and thrust her hand out, a warm smile on her face. “You must be Charlie. Wow, Kegan was right, you are a stunner.”

  Charlie’s cheeks heated at the compliment as she shook the offered hand. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

  “I’m Mrs. Miller, but most folks call me Mrs. M.” She patted the back of Charlie’s hand. “Have a seat, breakfast is just about ready.” She pushed her toward a chair.

  “Oh, I’m really not very hungry.”

  “Nonsense, you’re nothing but skin and bones. Don’t worry, I’ll get some meat on you in no time.”

  Trevor chuckled as he took the seat next to her. “Doesn’t do any good to argue with the woman, she can be relentless. She’s been at her son’s place all week pestering him and undoubtedly fattening him and the grandbabies up.”

  Mrs. Miller filled their coffee cups before setting the pot on the table. “Don’t pay him any mind. I haven’t met a man yet that doesn’t need a woman telling him what to do.”