Forbidden Passions

by India Masters

  Libby made a disgusted noise. “It means—”

  “I know what it means.” His eyebrows snapped together in a frown. Did she really think he was that big of an idiot? Hell, he may not have had the opportunity to attend some big-time college, but he’d gotten a two-year degree in farm and ranch management at the local college. He and Ty had had to work, for Christ’s sake. She could be a bitch when she wanted to, but he’d never known her to be a snob.

  Bodie was well into his sulk when she said, “I’m sorry. That was unforgivably rude, and I apologize.”

  He nodded. “Apology accepted. Now, do you think we can make an effort to try and get along for the next two weeks?”

  Bodie smothered a satisfied smile when she sighed. “Yes. I suppose we can.”

  * * *

  Silence descended once more until they reached the trailhead. Libby gathered her camera equipment while Bodie and Ty helped the crew unload the stock and pack the animals. She squatted on the side of the road, carefully packing her cameras and lenses into her TrailMax saddlebags. Setting aside her Nikon D700 digital, she picked out her two favorite lenses and put them in the pommel bag. The excitement was upon her now, tendrils of exhilaration curling in her chest, settling into her belly to flutter there like hummingbird wings.

  In all the years she’d lived here, Libby had never once been to Yellowstone. Ranch work took priority over sightseeing, and if she wanted to camp, her father had told her, they had several thousand acres that would do her just fine and plenty of cattle to keep her company. Now, here she was, a few years away from her thirtieth birthday, and she was going on the adventure of a lifetime with two men who would likely have their way with her this very night. She raised her camera and took a few shots of the crew putting the final touches on the pack job.

  “You ready to go, darlin’?”

  Libby lowered the camera.

  Ty.

  Images of the previous night flashed in front of her. Angry green eyes narrowed to slits. The aggressive jut of his chin as he hovered over her, his body language threatening, his voice scornful. Spoiled, he’d called her. Selfish. And she had to concede that maybe he had a point. But there was no sign of that man now. Just mischievous, sparkling green eyes and a full mouth smiling at her with pleasure.

  “You bet,” she said. “Which horse is mine?”

  “The little bay with the white stockings.” He reached for her saddlebags. “His name’s Sox. Not very original, but he’s sturdy and dependable, not prone to stumbling, and he has the heart of a lion. Ain’t a river he won’t cross.” He held up her saddlebags. “These things waterproof?”

  “Of course.” She slowed to let him get ahead of her and admired the way his jeans fit just right over his tight ass. Like as not, she’d have her hands on that beautiful backside before too long. She licked her lips and increased her pace. No sense in letting him know what she was thinking.

  Studying one another warily over the back of the horse, Libby and Ty secured her saddlebags to the cantle of the saddle.

  “Lib . . . about the other night—”

  “Don’t. It’s forgotten. Water under the bridge. Let’s get this show on the road, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Libby took the reins and mounted, waiting as the crew said their good-byes and wished everyone luck. She fell in line behind Bodie, and Ty eased in behind her, leading the pack animals.

  They picked their way through blackened trees, and Libby took a few shots of the miracle of regeneration. Colorful fireweed grew profusely, and already new growth was evident everywhere.

  “It’s really coming back fast,” she commented to no one in particular.

  “The wonder of nature,” Bodie quipped. “We’re gonna set up an early camp at Meadow Creek, let you get some shots in before dark; then we’ll head south in the mornin’ to Mountain Creek. There’s a couple of stock sites we can use, spend a couple days or so. Check out Turret Mountain, Table Mountain, climb up to Eagle Pass if you’re feelin’ intrepid. How do you feel about suspension bridges?”

  Libby swallowed. “Christ. Not sure I’m that intrepid, but we don’t necessarily have to stop at Eagle Creek campground, right?”

  “Not at all. We get up early enough, we can do Eagle Pass as a day hike.”

  “I would like to get some shots there. I hear you can just about see forever.”

  “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

  As they crossed Cub Creek, Sox lived up to his reputation, carrying Libby across the swiftly flowing water without incident. A mile and a half later, they forded Clear Creek, and Libby dismounted to take a picture of a very large grizzly footprint on the bank. Remembering Marcus’s instructions that she was not to get eaten by a bear, she looked around, but the animal was long gone. She vaulted back into the saddle, and in six more miles they reached their campground. There wasn’t a soul in sight.

  “I’m going to hike down to the lake, unless you need me to help you set up.”

  “Nope, we’ve got it under control,” Ty told her. “Just make plenty of noise so you don’t startle something you don’t wanna startle.”

  Fat chance. Why scare off the wildlife if you’re looking to photograph it?

  Well, unless it’s a grizzly.

  * * *

  Libby was enjoying the feel of the sun on her face when the twins approached. Ty took a seat beside her and nodded in Bodie’s direction.

  “He’s takin’ the float out, see if he can catch us some lake trout for supper. Cutthroats are catch and release, but we can eat as many lake trout as we want. You hungry?”

  She was about to lie and say no, but her belly rumbled, giving her away. “Guess I am. Should we go start a fire? There’s plenty of wood down here.”

  He grinned. “Sure,” he said, then hollered to Bodie, “Hey, bro, we’re gonna gather some wood and get a fire goin’. Keep an eye on where you’re floatin’.”

  Libby helped Ty put together the firebox and spread out the fire blanket.

  “This is a good idea,” she complimented. “Really low impact.”

  Ty nodded. “That’s the point. Stock does enough damage, so we figure it’s the least we can do. We’ll let the fire die down, and in the morning the ashes will be cool enough to scatter. Breakfast will be cooked on the stove.”

  “Works for me.” She perused the campsite and raised an eyebrow. “Only one tent?”

  Ty gave her a wink. “Less weight means less impact.”

  “Uh-huh.” She might have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night. “You bed down with all your clients, or am I special?”

  Ty stood up and took an armload of wood from her. “You are special, Libby. No denyin’ that.” He set the wood aside and added some pinecones to the tinder, then carefully added to the base. They’d have a good fire when the time came. “Sun’s about to set. You wanna get some more shots of the lake?”

  The lake was calm and the mountains reflected in the still water were a brilliant orange with the setting sun.

  “Oh my,” Libby said softly. “I’ve seen some beautiful sights in my life, but I’d be hard put to find anything more grand than this country.”

  She could feel Ty’s eyes on her as she walked along the shore, bending and twisting to capture just the right shot. At one point, she stretched out on her belly to bring the camera in alignment with the shore and took several shots. She rolled onto her back to capture the cloud formations, the varied colors of orange on the mountains.

  Just as she sat up, she caught sight of Bodie coming out of the forest with a Ziploc bag filled with filleted lake trout. He wore such a pleased smile, she took a shot of him before she even stopped to think about what she was doing. Immediately, the muscles in her face froze, and she couldn’t move the camera away. She held her breath, waiting.

  Bodie grinned. “It’s okay, baby. Take as many pictures as you want.” He winked at her. “Just tell me you don’t want this trout fried. That would be a pure crime.”

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sp; She rolled to her feet. “Nope. I gave up fried food in college, the minute I started to grow another ass.”

  Bodie and Ty both laughed. “Well, your ass looks just fine to us, honey,” Bodie told her, then to Ty, “You got that fire ready to go?”

  Neither man would hear of letting her help with dinner, so Libby sat in a comfortable camp chair with her camera in one hand and a bottle of water wedged in the beverage holder on the chair’s armrest.

  Dinner consisted of grilled trout with butter and lemon, fresh corn on the cob, and baby salad greens with grape tomatoes. She hadn’t thought herself that hungry, but Libby ate heartily and insisted they let her help with the cleanup. With the chores done, they hung their food supplies in bear-proof containers. At Ty’s insistence, she went into the tent and changed into her yoga pants, then stuffed her clothes into another bag they supplied her. Her clothes, along with their own, they would hang with the food bags, just in case any scent of the evening’s meal lingered on them. No one wanted to invite a hungry grizzly into the camp.

  An hour or so after they’d eaten and policed the campsite, the three sat staring into the fire. Ty disappeared into the tent, leaving Libby and Bodie alone. The night sounds were enthralling. Wolves howled in the distance. Coyotes yipped. Frogs called from the lakeside. It was an opera of sound that was somehow soothing. Curious red eyes peered from the shadows of the woods.

  Night had fallen on Yellowstone.

  Chapter Nine

  A small lantern glowed softly, casting a golden light against the wall of the tent. Ty had spread the sleeping mats on the floor, covering them with two down-filled sleeping bags.

  Libby swallowed hard, reaching for the buttons of her shirt. Ty brushed her fingers away.

  “Let me.” His voice was husky, thick with longing. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to strip you out of your clothes, darlin’. One piece at a time. Looking at you, touching you.”

  She shivered as the soft material parted, and he pushed it off her shoulders. Behind her, Bodie took it and tossed it in a corner of the tent. He unhooked her bra, and Ty took that away, dropping it on top of her shirt.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the tops of her breasts. “Plump and ripe.” He traced a nipple, making it pucker. “Like a sweet red raspberry.” He leaned down and teased it with the tip of his tongue. “God, Libby, I want you so bad.”

  He cupped her breasts, stroking his callused thumbs over the nipples before running his hands down her sides. He untied her pants and slid his hands inside, easing them down her hips, taking her panties with them. The rustle of clothes told her that Bodie was undressing, and her breathing accelerated. This was really happening.

  Bodie stepped up behind her and pulled her back against the heat of his chest. His arms went around her, and his hands slid down her belly to her pussy. He opened her gently, his middle finger delving between her lips.

  “Wet already.” He scooped up the moisture pooling at her entrance and began to worry her clit with tantalizing strokes. His cock, fully erect, twitched against her ass, causing more liquid to gush from her aroused cunt. “You want it, baby? You want my cock in your ass?”

  “Yes.” It was barely a sigh.

  She trembled, weak-kneed with Bodie’s erotic ministrations; Ty knelt and tugged off her boots, and her pants finally joined the rest of her clothes.

  “Lie down, sugar,” Ty told her, practically ripping his shirt off. “We’re gonna give you a nice, relaxing massage.”

  “A m-massage?”

  “Um-hm, a sensual massage.”

  Bodie eased her down to the floor of the tent and rolled her onto her belly. “You’ll like it.” He reached for a bottle of Kama Sutra’s Oil of Love and poured a small amount into his hand. “Now, close your eyes and relax.”

  Libby exhaled as two pairs of hands worked at her tired muscles. It had been a long time since she’d spent a day in the saddle. They massaged her shoulders and arms, then worked their way down her back. Mingled scents of chocolate, vanilla, and cinnamon scented the air, and her skin warmed. Their hands skipped over her ass and moved to her legs with long, sure strokes, working the stiffness out of her limbs. Even her feet were treated to their gentle touch.

  She moaned, her pussy clenching, when they finally eased her legs apart, stroking and teasing her flesh as they worked their way back up. The oil penetrated the delicate skin of her inner thighs, and their fingers grazed the swollen folds of her cunt. God, would they ever touch her there?

  Ah yes. Gentle strokes along the edge of her pussy. Brief forays beneath her swollen lips. A finger slid inside, then two.

  “Oh God. More. I need more.”

  The fingers left her and moved to her ass, massaging the tight globes, sliding between the cheeks. Someone’s finger teased the tight rosebud of her ass, and the heat of the oil warmed her.

  “Mmm, that’s a sweet little hole, baby. Time to get it ready for me.”

  It was Bodie’s voice, Bodie’s finger that penetrated her, lubricating her virgin hole with the warm oil. Another joined the first and began a gentle pumping.

  “Tight and hot. I can’t wait to get inside of this ass, honey. Open your legs wider so Ty can play with that pussy.”

  She opened her legs, and Ty’s fingers glided inside her. The two began to fuck her, setting a rhythm that had her moving her hips in time to the thrusts of their fingers.

  “Time for another one, honey,” Bodie said. He eased out of her and glided back in with three now. He fucked her gently, fingers scissoring, stretching, while both brothers’ lips caressed the smooth skin of her back.

  She was practically sobbing she was so aroused. “Please, I need to come. Make me come, Bodie. Ty, please. I need it.” The only response to her plea was Bodie’s mouth covering hers.

  Ty chuckled. “Soon, baby. Let’s roll you onto your side so I can kiss those luscious breasts.”

  Libby howled with frustration as they shifted her onto her side. Bodie’s fingers remained firmly in her ass while Ty left her pussy to lift her leg over his hip.

  “Soon, baby, I promise,” he said between nibbles and licks. He took her nipples between his teeth, biting down just enough to pinch but not to hurt, then began a leisurely trek down her body until her leg was over his shoulder and his mouth was between her legs.

  Oh God, it was too much! Ty’s mouth fed on her pussy, licking, nibbling, sucking. Fingers probed, fucked, pinched. Finally, his lips closed over her clit to suckle. The night sounds were diminished to nothing but the noises in the tent: moans, groans, the liquid sound of Ty’s fingers gliding in and out of her cunt.

  She couldn’t remember a single time in her sexual life when she’d been this aroused, this needy, this eager. Her body felt hot, tight, like being poised on the lip of a volcano watching the lava rise, waiting for the explosion to come, an explosion that just might kill her.

  It was impossible to form any coherent thoughts, impossible to speak. All she could do was writhe and moan. She mewled in protest when Bodie took his fingers from her.

  “She’s ready, Ty.” He practically snarled the words.

  A condom landed on the pillow where Ty would lay his head. Thankfully, Bodie had remembered, because there wasn’t a rational thought in Libby’s head at the moment.

  Ty gave her clit one more suck, then moved away from her, positioning himself on his back. She watched him roll the condom on, licking her lips as he wrapped his fist around his cock.

  “Come on, darlin’,” he urged. “Give me that sweet pussy.”

  She launched herself at him, straddling his lean hips. She was shaking so hard, both Ty and Bodie had to guide her over Ty’s cock.

  “Oh God, oh yes.” It came out on a sigh as she lowered herself onto his length. He was long and thick, but her body was so primed for penetration, she took him easily.

  “Ah, honey, that’s the tightest pussy in the world. You fit me like a glove.”

 
She wanted to ride him, to grind her cunt against him, but he pulled her down, pinning her against his chest. She was about to protest, but she felt Bodie behind her.

  “Lift up some, baby,” Bodie demanded. “I’m gonna take this pretty ass now.”

  Libby shuddered. She thought she’d be scared, but remarkably, she wasn’t. She lifted herself off Ty until just the head of his cock remained inside her, and took a deep breath as she felt the first probing thrust of Bodie’s latex-covered cock. He eased into her slowly.

  “Ah, yeah, Libby. What a tight, sweet little ass you’ve got.” He advanced slowly. “Am I hurting you, honey? You tell me if it hurts too much.”

  “Burns,” Libby gasped. “But it feels . . . Oh God, it feels good.”

  “Wait, baby, wait for it.” He drew back slowly so Ty could fill her.

  “Oh God,” she rasped. A shiver of dark, wicked pleasure washed over her as Bodie pulled back. “So good, so good.”

  Advance and retreat. Advance and retreat. Slowly at first, coordinating their movements, each thrust designed to provide maximum penetration. Then harder, faster. She was stretched so tight, filled so full, that her clit was completely exposed to Ty’s hard thrusts.

  “Too much, too much,” she babbled. “Going to come. Can’t hold it.”

  Bodie’s lips caressed the tender flesh beneath her ear. “Let go, baby. Just let go. We’ve got you.”

  Libby shrieked when both cocks filled her at once. A fever built within her, burning so bright she thought she might burst into flames. She was no virgin. She’d had her share of men over the years, men who knew how to please a woman in bed, but nothing could compare to what these men made her feel. Each thrust made her cry out.

  “Come, Libby,” Ty demanded, thrusting up, grinding against her clit.

  “Come, baby,” Bodie insisted. “Let me feel this tight little ass milk my cock when you come.”

  She was surrounded by heated flesh, filled to bursting with two straining cocks, and yet she needed more. Just a little more to send her over the edge.