He laughed. “It’s not a man cave.”
“Then what do you call it?” She slid out of her snow jacket.
He reached for the buckle on his pants. “It’s getting ready to be the very exclusive fuck shack.”
She giggled. “For me?”
The logs began to pop and sizzle as the fire caught and started to blaze. Lee led her to the bearskin rug in front.
“This is most definitely for you, baby.”
She whimpered. “I want you, Lee.”
“More than I want you?”
She nodded, eager for the same thing. She reached toward his zipper, letting her palm slide over the full length of his shaft. He groaned, knowing she could take him to his knees. She pumped her fist over his cock, drawing it to its thickest width.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Everything you do…”
“What?” she whispered.
He shoved his pants to the floor.
“Makes me want to bury myself in your ass. So deep, baby.”
She whimpered. “Now? Right now?”
He shook his head. He had detected a slight hint of fear in her voice. “Not yet. It’s going to be perfect when it happens. We’ll make sure you’re ready.”
She sought his lips again, throwing her arms around his neck. His hand roamed over her back, trailing between her legs. He grinned. She wasn’t wearing her panties.
“Such a dirty girl.” He waggled his eyebrows.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her around his waist. As soon as his dick was coated in her hot wet juices he groaned. He lowered her to the floor, pressing her back against the fluffy rug.
Missionary wasn’t his thing, but right now, he wanted to look in her eyes when he fucked her. He wanted to see her reaction when she came.
Her legs fell open, begging him to take her.
Lee didn’t wait, he pushed his cock inside her heated pussy. Brooke reared back, crying out as he sank into her.
“Oh shit,” she hissed. “You’re so big, Lee. You feel so good.”
He knew she was probably sore after last night, but he needed to be inside her. She felt fucking incredible how she gripped his dick with her strong pussy walls.
“Oh yeah.” His fingers dug into her waist. “You like being fucked, don’t you?”
“So much.”
She kissed him, twining her tongue along his.
She held his shoulders, gripping so she didn’t slide from his hips. She liked her ass in the air. He pumped into her, wanting to give her everything he could.
He lifted her off his dick and she squealed.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
She quickly scrambled on all fours. The fire crackled next to them as the room began to warm, but they were already out of breath and hot from wanting each other.
He pushed his fingers inside her pussy and she screamed. She was soaking wet. He made a trail to her ass, as he slid two fingers inside her sweet hole.
“Oh, Lee.” She panted hard, throwing her hips back.
“Damn it, I want inside you,” he growled. But even after the dildo and the plug she wasn’t there. He could barely slide two lubed fingers inside her.
She wiggled back, thrusting hard, grunting for him.
“Good girl,” he coaxed. His cock pointed forward. With another jerk of her hips, he speared her pussy and she groaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, while his fingers locked deep in her sweet hole.
She bounced, letting her tits swing back and forth in front of the fireplace. He knew he and Ty had unleashed something feral in her. Something she had bottled up way too long.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take what you want, baby. Take it. Don’t hold back.”
He watched in awe as she spread her knees wide, allowing him to sink his fingers farther and fucker her deeper with his cock. He held her waist hard, securing her.
“You want to do more than that, don’t you?” he urged her. “Take it, damn it. Take what you want, Brooke. Show me what you can do with that body. Fuck, make us both come.”
“Shit,” she hissed, lifting her palm from the floor and sliding it between her legs.
He groaned with satisfaction as she began to pluck her clit.
Brooke panted desperately. “Oh, I’m going to come. I can’t do this much longer. It’s intense, baby”
“Yes, you are,” he promised. “Coat your fingers. Feel my cock slide inside you.”
“Oh, Lee,” she moaned as she began to explore her heat in new ways. She was a fucking rock star.
She didn’t protest when he added a third finger to her back hole. It slid in with ease she was so turned on and wet. He was so fucking proud of her she didn’t need lube.
“Your ass is stretched farther than it’s ever been,” he growled. “Did you know that? I’ve got you spread so wide, baby. Shit. I’m going to come all over it.”
He wanted it to last longer, but fucking her in this position, while she was being so sweet and submissive, was more than he could take. He and Tyler would give her a hundred more orgasms today if she wanted them. Right now, he needed to see her ass glisten with his come.
Only two more thrusts and he felt his spine tighten with an explosive pinch before his eruption was on the cusp.
She wailed as his cock moved from her pussy. She fucked herself rapidly as he coated the outside of her hole with his come. He watched her beautiful hole clutch and seize as his release coated it, dripping between her cheeks and towards her pussy.
Lee roared toward the ceiling as his body was rattled by his own climax.
“I feel drunk,” she murmured, falling forward onto the carpet.
Lee closed his eyes. He had been so close to slamming into her, but he had restrained himself. He wanted her so badly. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had such a high.”
He wedged his cock between her cheeks, feeling the hot stickiness seal them together as he rolled on top of her. “Brooke.” He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
He felt his belly warm with a new fire for her. He knew he could take her again and again. It may never end how much he wanted to satisfy her.
“I’ve wanted you since the day you were thrown in front of Tyler and me. We both have. I want you to know that. I don’t say much. But I need you to hear that.” He pushed his thumb to her lips as her tongue flicked over it.
“I think I finally understand what this thing is the three of us have together. I have you. I have Ty. And you both have me.”
He groaned. “What matters is we’re here now. And we’re never going to be apart. We have you and that’s all that matters. You belong with us.”
She nodded. “I do. As crazy as this is, I know it’s right. I know I’m meant for you and Tyler.”
The fire was warm on his bare back. He knew they would stay here the rest of the afternoon. Neither one of them wanted to get dressed and hike back in the snow anytime soon.
He pulled her into his arms. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
And for the first time in a long time, he could finally admit that poker game was the best thing that had happened to all three of them.
Thirty
Tyler
He pulled a clean shirt from the closet. He remembered Brooke mention she liked how he looked in crisp white. He threw it on, realizing he had never once cared how he dressed for a woman.
Lee had agreed that if it was for Brooke, going into the city would be ok. It was a date. Not something he was known for doing for a woman. The last time he tried to impress a girl was in high school. And yes, this was backward. He had already fucked her.
He didn’t care. He was ready to show her there were more sides of him. They both had a love for art. It was something they shared. And today he had a special surprise for her.
He walked out of his wing. Lee was downstairs by the fire.
“We’re headed out, man,” he reported.
Lee looked up for a second. “Remember, man. You can in the back exit and
leave. I don’t want anyone tracking Brooke down. She doesn’t need that.”
“Hey, I know. I know. She’s in good hands with me.” He smiled.
He heard her voice before he saw her. “Did you say I’m in good hands?” Brooke walked into the room wearing a white sweater and a pair of ass-hugging jeans. Her breasts looked lush and ripe. His cock twitched.
“That’s right.” Lee grinned. “I’m going to take care of you tonight.”
She walked toward them. Tyler held his hand out for her.
“Ready for our date?”
She nodded. “I can’t wait to see it. Lee, are you sure you don’t want to go?”
“Yeah, that’s your thing. I have plenty to do. When you get back I’ll take a break.”
“He means he’s going to chop down twenty tress while we’re gone.”
Brooke twisted her lips together. Tyler knew she was still struggling with how to spend her time between them. She was great when the three of them were together, but the one-on-one time was harder to navigate. He knew it would get easier. It would take time for her to get used to it.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.”
She pulled her purse on her shoulder and they left the private art exhibit in the city.
“I have a surprise for you.” Tyler held the door open for Brooke as they walked into the museum.
“Is there an addition to the collection?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Guess again.”
“Do we have a tour with the museum curator?”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not really my style.”
“Then what is it?”
He guided her through the lobby and toward the museum halls. “What if I told you I rented out the museum for the afternoon? It’s ours.”
“What?” Her eyes lit with amazement. He loved all the shades of green when she was happy.
“Just for you. You can take your time and look at every single painting with no one looking over your shoulder. No one rushing you on to the next work. It’s all yours.”
“This is too much. You didn’t have to do that, Tyler.”
He nodded at the guard who unlocked the exhibit for them.
“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.”
“It’s extravagant. I’m fine looking at the paintings like everyone else. It’s what I’m used to.” She hesitated at the entrance.
“Brooke, enjoy it. This is our day together. Don’t worry about the money. It’s not like I robbed the museum.” He winked.
She giggled involuntarily. “Ok. Fine. I’ll enjoy all the priceless works of art if you insist.”
“I do.”
The guard nodded, leaving them alone inside the recesses of the museum. Tyler wound his fingers through Brooke’s and led her through the first row of paintings. They examined each one, discussing the lines and the colors. Brooke told him what she liked and what she would have used instead, or remarked on how she wished she had come up with a particular color combination.
They strolled, taking in each canvas. Walking through the hushed halls.
Brooke sat in front of one of the ballerina paintings.
“I think this is my favorite,” she whispered. “She’s sad, but I see the control and strength she has.”
Tyler sat next to her. He inhaled the shampoo from her hair as he brushed the strands away from her shoulder. He planted a kiss on her neck.
“I don’t think she looks sad,” he commented. “I think she looks serious.”
Brooke shook her head. “No, she’s sad. Trapped almost.”
He tilted her chin toward him, grazing his lips against her mouth. She tasted like the sweetest honey, especially when he was between her legs.
“Do you still feel trapped?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “You freed me.”
He pressed his lips harder to hers, threading his tongue along hers. Twisting and licking. Sucking at her lips.
“You freed yourself, Brooke.”
He moved around to the front of the bench, kneeling between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Going to make you come in front of this painting. You did say it’s your favorite.” He lowered her to the bench.
“But there are cameras everywhere,” she protested, pointing to the corners of the room.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
He quickly peeled the jeans off her legs.
He ran a palm over the center of her heat, groaning when he felt the wet silkiness of her panties. He tucked a finger under the edge and massaged, nudging her clit until it was hard and peaked.
“Oh, Tyler.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
Her hair splayed around her as he lowered his face between her legs. She was sexy and ripe for him. He pushed her leg up, sliding her panties out of the way as his tongue lapped at her folds.
She writhed on the bench. He swirled his tongue before dipping it inside her pussy. It was his slice of heaven. He fucking loved sucking her clit and pussy. She was so ready for it. Hot and eager. Her hips grinding with hunger for it. He pulsed his tongue inside her as she began to lose control.
He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts. She was slowly losing control. So was he. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. They were surrounded by some of the most amazing art in the world and the most stunning work was in his arms.
“Oh Tyler, I want you. Please.” She lifted her head, locking her sultry gaze on him.
Tyler rose, shedding his pants. He shoved the boxer briefs to the museum floor as he stepped toward her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in.
His bulging cock nestled at her entrance. He loved her pussy. For a second he waited, knowing the next sensation that would hit him would send him to heaven.
“Fuck,” he growled, sinking himself inside her. Sliding deep and slow, filling her with everything he had.
He began to pump in and out as she panted and rocked into him.
She trembled with sudden bursts as she began to come apart in his arms. It only made him want to bury himself in her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her as if these were his last breaths. His last seconds on Earth. He shot his release in her walls, coating her with his essence.
“Oh, Tyler.” She arched off the bench, absorbing everything he gave her.
“Fuck, Brooke.” He pumped inside her until he had no energy. Until he collapsed on her chest.
“Oh my God. We just had sex in front of one of the most famous paintings in the world,” she gasped.
“Yes, we did. Want to try another?” He tried to catch his breath.
She giggled. “Do we have any lines we don’t cross?”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll cross any line you ask me to cross.”
He sat back, and helped her to an upright position.
“Tyler, can I ask you something seriously?” She looked up at him.
“What is it?” He retrieved his pants from the floor. He felt as if he had taken a five-hour nap. He was completely sated and relaxed.
“We’re going back to Denver soon. Then what?”
He fastened his belt. “What do you mean?”
“What happens when we get back?”
He wasn’t the one who usually had the serious conversations. He left the heavy shit to Lee. He was better at it anyway. It was one reason they worked so well together as a team.
“I hope you’re asking me if you can move into the bedroom between Lee’s and mine.”
She smiled shyly. “Can I?”
“I don’t want you to live somewhere else, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I don’t want to either. I never want to go back to the McIntosh compound. But I can stand on my own. I need you and Lee to know that.”
“Hey.” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “We know exactly how strong you are. We want you to live with us. To work with us. I think you should head Dreams with Wings from now on.”
“What?”
He nodded. “The foundation should be yours. It’s our baby together. Lee and I can’t trust it with anyone else.”
“Tyler, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, sweetheart. Say you’ll stay. Say you are ours.”
She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek. “Yes.” She kissed him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Thirty-One
Lee
There was only one week left until the three of them returned to Denver. For almost six weeks Brooke had brought the three of them together in an incredible way.
Lee didn’t miss his solitude in the mountains. He didn’t miss chopping wood alone, or hiking on his own. He did all those things now with her. And Tyler had shown a side of him Lee thought had died a long time ago.
She made both of them better men. But with Denver looming in front of them Lee knew it was finally time to figure out a plan when it came to Brooke’s dick of a cousin.
Lee wandered into the TV room. Tyler was watching a basketball game.
He poked Tyler. “Hey, I think we need to talk about Niall.”
“What’s going on?” Tyler asked.
“What are you going to do about McIntosh? We can’t act like we don’t have to deal with it. We need a solid plan.”
“What do you mean? You know where things are with Brooke.”
Lee huffed. “He needs to know he can’t have Brooke back. He can never have her back. I don’t give a shit about how you collect your gambling debts owed to you, but we need to take her out of the equation the minute we are back in Denver.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
“Wait, what?” He was stunned. He looked at his friend. “You aren’t going to argue with me?”
“No way. I’m fucking insane about her. I know you are too. He isn’t getting anywhere near her again.”
Lee sat down and muted the basketball game. “Wow. So, it’s actually happened?”
“What?”
“You’re in love, man.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “Let’s not make a big fucking deal out of it, ok? Yes, I love her. How could I not? You do.”
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