Chapter 22Goldie

Chapter 22

Goldie

"H ow was it for you, snapdragon?" Brooks asks, after he's settled us both lying down on our sides, facing each other. My head is buried in his shoulder as his fingers softly strum my naked back.

I have no ability to move, not even to open my mouth to answer. My pussy is deliciously sore and there's still a pulsing in my clit—a wanting for more. I still can't quite believe I just had sex!

No. I got fucked. Gloriously, impulsively fucked. And I have zero regrets. I snuggle even closer against Brooks. My good and glorious Lord, he's already hard again.

Hard for me. Brooks Bj?rnsson! My first lover.

I sigh, happy, content. Still horny, but happy and content. "I wouldn't change a thing."

"Glad to hear it," he says. "Me neither. So does that mean it was…perfect?"

My preconceived notions of perfect? No.

But as flawless as a real-life moment can get? Yes.

"That means it was better than anything I could've imagined," I tell him, and he kisses the top of my head.

We're both still breathing a little hard, and to be honest, I feel like I'm floating somewhere up above our bodies, looking down at us. It feels a little surreal.

I can't believe I actually let myself have Brooks, and…sweet mercy, I want to do it again. And again. And again.

He kisses my head. "So, baby, about what I said earlier, about going with you to Los Angeles…I don't want you to feel pressured, okay? I don't want you to feel like saying yes to having sex with me was saying yes to anything else—"

"I don't even want to think about LA right now," I say, and it's one-hundred-percent true. For once, I don't want to think about tomorrow or the next day or the future or what happens when we leave this tent. I just want to soak up this moment. Live in it. Savor it.

Good Lord, I think Brooks broke me. And I am not mad about it.

"I mean," I say, "it's not that I don't think you should try to make your dreams come true, because you really should, Brooks. You're an incredible man and incredible singer. And I will definitely use any connections I have in the industry to help you. The world should hear that voice of yours."

"Well, sweet girl, right now," he murmurs into my hair, "I'd be content just singing for you. Hell, I could write a thousand songs just about the blue of those eyes of yours and…" He pauses as his hand strays lower, his fingertips brushing my ass. "Don't even get me started about the way other parts of you inspire me. I am so glad you wound up on our mountain."

And then it smacks me on the forehead. Shit. I wanted to tell him why I wound up on this particular mountain before we did it. Uggghhh. I need to tell him. I have to tell him. Hell, I want to tell him, even, but I don't want to ruin this moment…

"Hey, Brooks," I begin, but the look on his face, so curious and patient and happy to be with me, has me taking another breath for courage, instead of spitting out the truth.

"Yeah?" he asks, and waits patiently for me to go on. The rustling of nearby trees is the only sound outside the tent until a booming voice cuts through.

"Goldie? You out here, hon?" One of the other brothers is not quite to my campsite yet from the sound of it, but he's not far away either. "Goldie?"

I think I recognize his voice. I can feel it in my bones, the way it makes me shiver like the first time I heard it. When he scooped me out of the mud puddle after I crashed into Grumpy Luke, and carried me into the cabin and into the bath, holding me against his bare, lickable chest...I'm fairly certain it's Hunter.

"It's Hunter," Brooks whispers. "Shhh, stay quiet and maybe he'll go away. I mean, you can have us all if that's what you want. I don't mind sharing a bit…I just don't want this moment to end yet between me and you."

An unexpected spark of disappointment courses through me suddenly, but okay, yeah, I'll be quiet so he'll go away. I need to tell Brooks the truth, and telling him alone will be a hell of a lot easier than telling two Bj?rnssons at once. I press my lips together to keep from making a sound.

Hunter is still stomping around, but he's right outside the tent now. "Goldie? You in there?"

Brooks tenses behind me—his muscles, not his cock, although that is definitely still in a semi-tense form. I'm completely naked and the tent is practically steamed up from our body heat and the smell of sex. There's no way we're going to be able to hide that we're in here.

"Goldie? You there?" The tent's zipper rattles but he doesn't open the flap. "Can I come in?"

I shrug helplessly at Brooks and he nods. "Go on, it's okay," he whispers.

"Yeah," I say.

The tent flap opens and Hunter peers inside. His gaze immediately falls on my naked body. Instead of feeling embarrassed, a flush of pleasure rolls across my skin at the heat that immediately dances in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me. The heat settles between my legs when his curious smile turns into a breathtaking grin.

"Well, now," he says as he looks back and forth between the two of us. "Don't you two look as cozy as can be."

I blush, but Brooks's expression is a mix of annoyance and satisfaction. Mostly satisfaction, I think. "What the fuck are you doing here, Hunt? I told all of you to stay put and I'd find her and bring her back."

"Well, when you didn't come back, the others sent me after you. Thought she might've gotten real lost…but from the looks of it, you both were lost. Lost between the other's legs."

He winks and I feel it deep inside my core. As Hunter's gaze darts between my legs again, and he drinks in the sight of me, memories pop into my head unbidden, of my body sandwiched between Clay's and Buck's. Memories of Lynx and Nash and me down by the river…

The sudden want that comes over me is too much. I can't think. Can barely remember to breathe.

"I guess I'll go and give you two some privacy," Hunter says, reluctance in his voice. His eyes flick to mine and I jump at the heat. "Unless you want me to strip myself nekkid and get cozy with you too."

Before my brain can catch up with my mouth to invite him to do exactly what he just suggested, Hunter zips the tent flap back up and Brooks and I are alone once again.

It only takes a moment before we're back in each other's arms, his mouth to mine, his hard-on against my leg.

"Hey, Brooks," I whisper against his lips, gently stroking his pecs. "You know how I said I wouldn't change a thing about what just happened between us?"

"Yeah." He sounds hesitant, wary.

"I wouldn't, seriously! Not a single thing," I say, to ease any concerns he's having that I've changed my mind. "But…um…you know how you said I could have all of you guys if that's what I wanted? That you don't mind sharing me?"

He chuckles and I feel the earthquake rumble through my whole body. Squeezing my ass, he says, "I vaguely recall sayin' that, yeah." Then, with that smooth voice of his going husky and low, he whispers, "Are you trying to tell me that you want Hunter to be the one with you now, snapdragon?"

"Not the only one," I blurt.

He frowns, one eyebrow raised. "What exactly are you saying, Rose-Gold Locke?"

What am I saying? "Um…"

"You want Hunter and me, both of us, don't you, Gold?" Brooks asks, as if reading my mind. "At the same time?"

I can't even imagine what that configuration will look like, but yes, I want them both. I want them both now.

"Do you mind?" I ask him. "I mean, is that okay?"

I'm startled when he lets out an earth-rumbling laugh and pulls me against his chest, encasing me in his arms. "You're telling me I get to fuck you again, right now? Yeah, that's okay. That will always be okay, snapdragon." He squeezes me and kisses the top of my head before pulling away to look into my eyes. "You're really telling me I get to fuck you again, right now? You want more of me?"

I nod. Enthusiastically.

Wow. He actually looks mystified, in a good way, like he's just won the lottery, or found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Because of me. It's almost too good to be true, and now I'm the one feeling mystified as he lifts my chin with his ginormous thumb and brings my mouth to his in a sweet kiss.

"Snapdragon, most women are intimidated by the thought of one of us. You wantin' to take on two of us at once? That's a turn-on, not a turnoff."

"It is?" I ask dubiously.

"Look, I can't explain it, but that just does not bother me. Not one little bit. I get to see your face and hear your cries. And you really meant it when you said I get to fuck you again? You want that for sure?"

"Yeah, I meant it." It's so sweet how he's wanting to make sure I'm sure. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel even more sure than I already feel.

"Be right back. Let me go talk to Hunter for a second."

He crawls out of the tent, still buck naked. Gorgeous. And as an added treat, there's even a sprinkling of freckles across his ass. Over his shoulder he says to me, "And don't you think about covering an inch of your luscious body back up."

There's a nervous flutter in my belly but it's quickly crowded out by excitement. The sheer possibilities of…wanting something and then…just letting myself have it…are overwhelming and not necessarily in a bad way.

I've been wanting to lick Hunter's tight chest ever since that first time I saw him. I never imagined having a second lover, just one and done forever and ever, but now I want it so bad it hurts.

My heart is pounding so loudly I can hardly hear anything else, but I am dying to know what Hunter's answer will be.

I touch between my legs, wondering if I can actually handle more. My body is sore in delicious ways, something I've heard about but never experienced. And I'm still so wet. Like, ridiculously so. As I think about the look in Hunter's eyes when he saw me naked and take in the scent of Brooks still on my skin, warmth floods between my thighs. In any other circumstance, being this wet between my legs would gross me out. I even expect to be embarrassed now, but I'm mostly just grateful that my body is happy to lube me up for more.

Because I do want more. I'm shaking just thinking about more.

When the flap of the tent is pulled back again, it's Hunter who peeks at me. He grins, his eyes sparkling.

"Is it true what he says? You really want to have sex with both of us?"

I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. "Is that…it's a bad idea, isn't it?"

"The only bad idea would be you leaving this tent before you've been fully satisfied." As he says this, he enters the tent and takes my hands, fully enveloping them in his giant bear paws, running his thumbs over the tops of my hands which have never looked so tiny. "I want to satisfy you, Goldie."

He kisses the tops of both of my hands, and then turns them over and kisses the inside of both of my wrists, looking at me with pure desire in his eyes as he does so. My body is trembling and I whimper, unable to keep the wanting back.

He pulls me in for a kiss and it doesn't take more than a second before my mouth opens for him, my tongue seeking his out. The wanting in me fully takes over, like I'm a succubus or something. A mythical creature who needs him to keep me alive with his kiss.

Running my fingers through his soft hair, I don't realize I've closed my eyes until I hear a sound by the tent entrance and open them to see Brooks just outside the tent, rocking on his bare heels. I reach out a hand, beckoning him to come to me so I won't need to separate my lips from Hunter's.

"There isn't room in there for three," he says, a forlorn tone in his voice.

Hunter pulls away, leaving me breathless as he says, "Should we go out there? Bring the sleeping bag out into the clearing? Trust me, our body heat will keep you from growing cold."

That plan sounds fine by me, so I gather the sleeping bag, which Hunter takes from me and slings over his shoulder before crawling out. The jeans he's wearing stretch across his gorgeous ass, and a simple white T-shirt has never looked so good on a man, the way it stretches across the immense muscles of his expansive shoulders.

The moment I step out of the tent, Hunter sweeps me up into his arms, holding me like he did days ago, only this time it's me who's bare-ass naked. And I want him to join me as fast as possible.