Page 80 of Nine Month Contract
“I’m good,” Everly says as she collects all the cards and shuffles.
I watch Trista move through my house, and my cock twitches at the sight of her. The last time she was here in my home was our insemination nights. Now, I get to come inside her and not fucking ranch cups.
I get up from the table and follow her out to the kitchen. She stands in front of a bowl of popcorn, and I move beside her, my arm brushing hers, the skin-on-skin heat sending a jolt of need through my body.
“You still owe me for the chickens,” I state quietly, my eyes glancing back to see if anyone is watching us. I’m pleased to see everyone’s focus is on Calder as he shows off some new ink he got last week.
“That’s some weird dirty talk, but I could be into it.” She pops a kernel into her mouth as she turns around and presses her ass to my counter.
What I wouldn’t give to just grab her by the thighs, hoist her up there, and have my way with her.
My cock throbs in my jeans.
She smirks and moves over to the island, opening the drawer to reveal the dressing cups still stored there. “Do you want to use one of these for old times’ sake?”
“Fuck no.” I move to the island with her like we’re two magnets being pulled together.
She gets a conspiratorial glint in her eye. “The way we do it now works pretty good, I guess.”
An image of her pretty pink pussy with my cum dripping out of her hits me like a ton of bricks, and I have to bite back my groan at just the memory of that.
Every other day isn’t enough.
Her eyes narrow speculatively on me. “Why didn’t you want me to come tonight?”
My brows furrow at her question. “You mean, besides the erection I’m currently having to fight off?”
“That’s not the reason.” She licks her lips and tilts her head at me. “It’s the same reason you wanted them not to talk to me when I first moved up here. More than just them being wild mountain men.”
My heart beats slower as her probing question nudges a bruise I like to pretend doesn’t exist. A bruise that I’ve spent the past several years trying to push away.
“We’re going to go show the guys the bench Calder made!” Everly calls out, and I look over to see everyone is up from the table and making their way out the door.
“What?” I ask, not sure I heard what my niece said because my mind was going down a very dark path.
“We’re going to head out to Grandpa’s bench. We’ll be back in five…maybe ten minutes.” Everly shoots me a strange look and then shoves Calder and Luke toward the door.
“I’ve already seen the bench,” Luke whines.
“I made the fucker, and even I don’t want to look at it,” Calder adds.
“Just go,” Everly snaps before closing the door behind her. Their voices fade in the distance, and I stand there frozen, unsure what to do with this coveted alone time.
“Do you want to go with them?” I ask, swallowing the knot in my throat. My question is loaded with the answer that I can’t quite bring myself to give her.
“Why would I want to go with them?”
I shrug and look down at the counter, refusing to meet her eyes. Refusing to let myself see the interest that might be there for someone other than me. “Calder and Luke are a lot more fun than me. Younger, more talkative, less grumpy and controlling. Definitely less smothering.”
My eyes lift to hers, unsure of what I will see. Will I see pity? Regret? Confusion? Intrigue? Any of those reactions to my fucked-up thoughts about my brothers are valid. My relationship with them is a confusing one that even I can’t work out. I would kill for them. Literally kill. And there’s no one else I want to spend time with. Like Max’s friends are fine and all, but the ease and comfort I feel living near my brothers all the time gives me a sense of peace that I crave to feel right in this world. To stop worrying all the time.
But the comparison game I play in my head as a direct result of our past with women, one woman in particular, is something I still can’t seem to get over, no matter how much wood I chop.
“I’m warming up to the smother.” Trista’s hand flattens over top of mine, and when she finally looks up at me, her eyes blazing withthat look,the one that I have become painfully familiar with, the one that I picture with my hand around my cock on our off days…I don’t think…I just do.
My lips crash into hers, my tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as my hands ravage her whole fucking body like I haven’t touched her in years, not hours. I drag her down the hallway into my bedroom, sliding my hands up her dress to cup her full ass. My fingers squeeze greedily into the meat of her.
“We have to be quick.” She gasps, pulling away for air as I back her up against my dresser and pull her panties down.
