14. ~Colton~

14

~Colton~

"Shit!" I cried as I watched Bree's head snap to the side.

Because of me!

"I'm so fucking sorry, cutie, I—"

My words caught in my throat as she turned her head back and she licked blood out of the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes flamed.

Holy shit.

Before I could get a word out to finish my apology, or check that she was okay, despite the savage look in her eyes now present, she snagged my wrist, used the hold to jerk me to her with jarring force, then swept her leg at my knees. She hooked one, then wrenched at it and ripped my feet right out from under me.

I cried out and landed hard on my back on the makeshift gym floor.

She didn't give me a chance to recover before she pounced on me and pinned my hands to my naked abs, and my legs with her knees.

"Damn, cutie," I choked, resting my head back on the floor, as I laid there staring up at her and catching my breath.

It had turned out that the help she'd needed from me was to get her fighting skills back up to snuff because she was rusty.

With what was coming, that could be an issue.

I mean, the three of us would do whatever possible to protect her during the actual physical takedown of Lynch and Osiris , but there were no guarantees in that sort of situation. Not everything could be controlled when it came to a live combat situation like that.

And there was no way she'd accept having to sit it out, considering her personal stake in it and her need, just like Lev, to be there to destroy that psychopath and his organization.

I wasn't na?ve enough to believe that this was just about me helping her to get her skills up to snuff. Mason and Lev must've told her that I was more than just a little rusty too.

I couldn't actually remember the last time I'd thrown down against anybody.

I mean, being brothers with Lev and Mason, I had skills in a fight, no doubt. The two of them had made sure I'd learned when we were younger and all that, making sure I could defend myself if it ever came to it.

But I hadn't spent years honing or increasing those skills like Lev had with his missions and his street fighting, and all that insane level of training.

Mason spent some time training too. Not as much as Lev, but he did box and work out. And with all that powerhouse muscle and his tank of a build, he had what Lev had termed a cement block punch. It was why, no matter how pissed he got at Lev, he shoved if it did end up getting physical, he never hit.

"Do you yield?" she asked, grinning down at me, looking so proud of herself.

I panted, staring up at her and her whiskey eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of winning out here. "We've been at this for two hours straight, damn right I yield, woman."

She chuckled, then leaned down and brushed her lips over mine, kissing me softly.

A serene moan escaped me.

"Good fight," she said then, as she pushed off me and got back to her feet.

She held her hand out to me and I took it, groaning as I got up too.

"Let me see," I said, cupping her face, and inspecting the damage I'd done. "Shit," I groused. "I'm so sorry."

She eased my hand down and held it between us, smiling up at me. "It's honestly nothing. We were sparring, things happen. It doesn't even hurt. Besides, I did damage to you as well." She released my hand, then trailed her fingers over the nail marks across my abs, then sweeping all the way along to my left arm where a purple bruise was forming.

"That's different."

"Because I'm a woman?"

"Nah, cutie," I said, reaching out and stroking her hair. "If anything, that makes you a hell of a lot stronger than the rest of us, especially after all you've been through."

I stepped closer until my slick, bare chest was pressing against her shimmering gray sports bra.

I smiled as I heard her breath hitch.

"It's because you're ours. Even the idea of you hurting in any way makes me sick to my stomach. It's like being slugged in the fucking gut, honestly." I stroked her cheek, my fingers brushing over her soft skin.

She turned into it, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before they fixed back on mine in an all-consuming way that promised to drown me in that sweetness forever.

I broke into the melody I'd been working on up here for the last couple of weeks, singing the lyrics low at her ear, "Vicious things tangling in the night/ She was made for one hell of a fight/ Fuck it, she was born for this/ Born to be merciless/ Girl's got claws and she'll sure as fuck bite."

"Is that the new song you've been working on?"

"Yeah, cutie."

"It's about the four of us?"

"Sure is. You get it now? How I see you?"

"I do. Thank you, Colt. And thank you for being so welcoming to me right at the beginning when things weren't as they are now, when they were hard. It was a comfort to me and I won't forget it."

"No worries," I said, easing back and holding her to me by her hips. "It was easier for me to be that way, to see the sweetness beneath the hard outer shell that Mason was seeing, because I don't have to be on top of everything or worried about controlling and protecting us. That's his and Lev's thing. I'm lucky, you know, that I don't have all that baggage that Lev does bearing down on him, or all the expectations that have been burdening Mason. I'm allowed to be free."

"It's a good thing you are, because you balance out the rest from them."

"It's you who does that, Bree."

She cocked an eyebrow.

"You don't see?"

"I see some loosening up occurring from both of them in different ways. Because of this mission against Lynch, and the one against Peter Hall, and the hope it's inspired in them for how things will be once we achieve victory."

"Nah, it happened before that was even known to be on the table. It was you coming into our lives, drawing closer to us. Me providing that balance you talked about wasn't enough, but with you here, the two of us, it is enough. And it's changing everything." I beamed down at her. "In the best ways."

I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

I'd intended to leave it at that, but she turned into it, then planted her lips on mine.

I slicked my tongue piercing over her bottom lip and she moaned out, then grabbed my biceps and tugged me closer, curling her tongue around mine and grinding against me, making my cock hard in a goddamn instant.

Holy shit.

I was vaguely aware of rushed footsteps sounding near us as I rolled my hips, making her feel me.

When she spread her legs a little to give me better access, I lost it, pushing her against the nearest wall and feasting on her lips, throat, collarbone, down to the tops of her breasts all sexy and pushed up in her sports bra.

"Your favorite Sled Head is resurrecting now!"

I jolted at the sound of Mason's voice.

Footsteps entered the room a moment later—his heavy ones.

And then his shadow fell over us. "Hot as hell to walk in on, but you're rain checking it."

With a grunt, I pulled from Brianna, then turned around to see him right there in my space looking… excited?

What was happening? "Mason, what—"

"We're snowmobiling. Right now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I even managed to convince Lev to take a break from his hacking fuckery for a bit. He agreed he needs to clear his head. What better way than hitting the snowmobiles?"

"Well, his Harley, for him."

"Second best way then." He looked out at Bree. "Have you ridden a snowmobile before?"

She shook her head.

"You're gonna love it." He blew her a kiss, then planted one on my mohawk. And then he turned and hurried out, calling over his shoulder, "Ski runners up in ten!"

"Wow, that was… bracing," I breathed, staring out after him.

Bree chuckled. "He's happy."

I grinned. "Guess we're going snowmobiling then."

"Fuck," Lev exclaimed as Mason cut in front of him on the trail—again.

"My bad!" Mason called over his shoulder. "Needed the room, brother!"

I eyed Lev almost beside me. "Your reflexes were a little off there, huh?"

"Busy thinking."

"You're supposed to be taking a breather."

"I did. For twenty minutes."

Actually, that was a major amount of time for him to just be and shut his mind off. "All right," I said, backing off when I recognized that.

"Brianna?" he called behind him. "Speaking of taking a breather, you done yet?"

I looked back to see she was still talking into her earpiece that Lev had hooked her up with when she'd gotten a call from Vixen that she'd needed to take, so she could still come snowmobiling with us.

"Nah, she's still at it," I told Lev.

"Now worries, it's for the good of our boy up there."

"Seems it's already doing him some major good," I said, watching as Mason laughed wildly as he sped along on his snowmobile ahead of us, living it up, getting lost in the moment and the liberation of it in a way I hadn't seen from him in so long.

Just as I was trying to wrap my head around that, he took it further.

I signaled for Lev and Bree to slow alongside me as I realized what Mason was getting ready to do. It had just been a long time since I'd seen him go for it like this.

But there he was in the next moment, working the throttle as he approached a jump ahead.

He hit it right on and went sailing over.

"Whoop!" I cried.

"Fucking, yeah!" Lev yelled.

"Wow!" I heard Bree exclaim as she finished talking into her earpiece and caught up with me and Lev.

"Yeah, he used to stunt all the time," I told her. "When we used to come up here a lot in the old days. And when we weren't, he had a Triumph and spent a lot of time stunting with Lev on their bikes."

She looked over at Lev. "He did? Seriously?"

He grinned. "Sure did."

Things got wilder from Mason then and we watched him shift his weight.

And then his right foot was on the saddle.

His left joined it.

And then he rose up and outstretched his arms as he surfed the snowmobile like a champ.

Holy shit!

I wolf-whistled as he jumped out of it and landed smoothly back in a sitting position.

"Whoo!" he shouted into the mountains, the sound echoing around amazingly.

This was one of the best times we'd had in ages.

I couldn't believe it.

He actually seemed happy.

Unburdened.

Unshackled.

"You think that was wild?" he called back to us. "You ain't seen nothing yet!"

He really hadn't been kidding.

Mason had treated us to a stunt show, going all in after that first one.

It had been breathtaking seeing him like that.

Really amazing.

As we neared the house, just ten minutes out now until we were back, I was kind of sad that it had come to an end.

That was until Mason signaled and pulled over on the trail as we were traveling through the forest, the brush and all that buried beneath two feet worth of snowfall.

He dismounted his snowmobile and then he leapt into the snow and started waving his arms and legs, making snow angels.

"Shit, yeah!" I cried, joining him and making some right opposite him.

"Beautiful artwork," Bree told us with a giggle as she came over to join in.

She didn't quite make it as a snowball shot by her, then smacked Mason in the face.

Mason choked and spat out some of the snow that had filled his mouth. Then he swung his head and laughed, "You little shit."

Me and Bree turned to see Lev standing there in the snow grinning like a little devil.

A challenging glint lit his eyes as he reached down and smushed another snowy weapon together in his gloved palms.

All hell broke loose then, Mason rolling to his side, then getting to his feet and making a snowball rapid-fire, then tossing it back at Lev.

Lev, with all his fight skills, dodged it easily and stuck his tongue out at him.

I joined in, trying to get him, even as he hit each of us dead-on. Son of a bitch!

He avoided all the hits.

Until a snowball smacked right into his head.

He stilled for a moment, shocked that he'd actually taken a hit.

And then he brushed the snow out of his hair and some that had gotten on his face, and turned to see Bree standing there with a hand still cocked at him, the other holding another snowball.

"Like that, lovely ?" she teased.

"Oh, baby, you're so fucked now."

"Promises, promises," she said, giggling in that amazing way of hers that did things to all three of us.

Lev burst forward and ran at her.

She squealed as he caught her across the waist and drove her down into the snow on her back.

She snatched up some snow and tossed it at Levi as he pounced on her.

It hit him in the mouth too. "Payback for Mason," she told him.

He chuckled and then threw a bunch at her pink puffer jacket.

She gave as good as she got and within moments, Lev's hair was drenched by ice-cold snow.

He shook his head like a dog, then growled in his sexy playful way, "That's it, my Wildflower. "

In the next second, he unzipped her puffer jacket to reveal her scoop neck shirt beneath, all bubblegum-like. And then he was stuffing snow down it.

"Ah!" she cried, shuddering from the cold and trying to grab at him to stop him.

Mason and I were there in the next moment, attacking Lev with our own snowballs, until he landed on his ass in front of Bree with his hands held up defensively as we doused him.

Brianna sat back up, laughing her head off along with us. "What was that you said? I was so fucked ?" she teased Lev.

"Yeah, about that," Mason said, a moment before he dove down and grasped her waist. He hauled her over his shoulder and carried her toward some massive rocks covered in snow.

"What are you doing?" she cried, her voice choppy as he ran with her, laughing and having the best time being fun and free, and just letting loose.

Lev and I exchanged a grin as we followed them over just as Mason laid her down on the smooth rock surface on her puffer jacket.

"Blade," he spoke to Lev, holding his hand out behind him as we reached them.

Lev, always one for carrying a weapon—either his knife or bo-staff and sometimes both—unzipped his jacket and pulled one out of his inner pocket.

As soon as he handed it over, Mason straddled Brianna's legs, then started cutting through her sweater.

She went stock-still, her eyes burning into his and I saw them dilate with arousal.

She was getting off on him bringing a little knife play into being.

The sharp blade cut through the fabric like butter.

He didn't stop there, though, slicing through her bra, then brushing the pieces aside to reveal her bare breasts and stomach. They were heaving in her rapidly building need and she went to rub her thighs together, but couldn't manage it with Mason between them.

He drew the flat of the blade along her collarbone and down to the tops of her breasts.

"God," she cried as the cold steel made goosebumps on her skin every place it touched.

"Colt," he called to me.

I stepped over there and leaned down and licked the path he was traveling, taking the cold away and bringing the heat.

I was rewarded by Bree moaning out and arching her back, silently pleading for more.

Mason yanked down her pants, then cut through her panties.

"Fuck," Lev groaned at the act and her soaking wet cunt coming into view.

"You boys are gonna kill me," Bree panted.

Mason smirked, and then he nicked at her inner thighs.

She bucked and cried out.

He did it again, making pearls of blood trickle down toward her cunt.

"Nothing like a little pain with your pleasure, dark angel."

Before I could soothe those with my tongue, Mason handed the blade back to Levi who stowed it away, and then he rubbed along the trails of blood heightening the burning pain for her and making her mewl and buck on the rock.

I saw her cunt getting wetter, though. She was straddling the mind-fuck of the pleasure-pain paradox.

Levi stepped forward and moved opposite me by her head and breasts.

And then he gathered fistfuls of snow and spread it all over them.

She almost shot off the rock face from the intense assault of the freezing cold all over a very sensitive area. Lev's hand to her stomach forced her to take it.

I moved in, licking it up, bit by bit with my warm tongue, the cold on my piercing against her warmth doing amazing things to me in the process.

"Oh God!" she cried, grabbing at my hair, then turning and thrusting her tongue into Levi's mouth.

I looked up from licking her to see the two of them making out all animalistically.

Hot as fuck.

Hotter than that was watching her reactions as we pleasured her and teased the hell out of her.

While my cock was rock-hard and being a needy fucker, I actually didn't want to bring it into play right now.

I wanted to keep doing this, immersing ourselves in her, pleasuring her, making her ours, making her feel everything fucking amazing.

It was all about worshipping her.

After what she'd done for Mason.

After what she'd done for all of us.

Our woman deserved our everything.

Hell, she deserved the fucking world.

Mason, in his wild state, took it further and then he slapped a snowball right between her legs.

She released my hair and ripped her mouth from Levi's, shrieking and writhing on the rock. "Ah! Mason, shit!"

He didn't only not stop, he took it up a notch, gathering snow in his gloved hand, then pushing it into her cunt, driving it deep with two snow-covered fingers.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed, and Levi and I held her down, Lev even reaching over to hold one of her thighs open, while Mason held the other so her cunt was spread open for his torment.

He shoved more snow into her waiting cunt.

"Let that needy hole melt all that snow," Mason said.

"So fucking cold!" she cried. "Too cold!"

"Nah, dark angel, you're gonna come harder than you ever have." He gestured at Lev, who came forward. "Watch this space," he said, grinning at him.

I pinched her nipples, enjoying her squirming in need as I rolled my piercing over them, then pinched again, driving her crazy.

And then Lev was there as Mason held her thighs open, diving into her cunt, his hot tongue licking up all the snow, his mouth sucking some of it out of her.

It had Bree losing it completely and she couldn't keep still, surging up, grabbing at me, then Mason, then Lev's hair as everything smashed up against the rest.

"I can't… ah! It's… I'm gonna come. I'm gonna—"

We saw the moment her orgasm hit her.

It was so powerful, almost ripping her off the rock as she sprayed all over Lev's face and Mason's fingers.

It kept going and going, her cries of ecstasy tearing out into the night.

When she collapsed, she looked out at us with a sly smile on her face.

"Holy crap, we're doing that again."

We all chuckled.

And then we gathered her to us, warming her and comforting her after all the intensity.

Ours.