Truth was, when he saw Bristol at Moonshiners tonight, he’d considered hightailing it out of there. After all, he had spent the past month trying to come up with a foolproof plan that would get her back into their bed for the rest of their days. Only she wouldn’t so much as talk to him, so he’d never been able to solidify a plan of action. Not even a one-sided way to get the two of them to hash out this thing between them.
It had pained him not to be able to figure it out, because Kaden was the one who took care of those things. The details.
Of course, Keegan being Keegan, he simply walked up to her and asked her to dance. That was his brother’s MO. As though the last time they’d been together hadn’t blown up in their faces.
But that was Keegan. He was the risk taker, the one who didn’t look before he leaped. Kaden didn’t operate like that. He wanted a plan, a path to follow, a decision to be made. Without those, he felt as though he was flailing, the ground yanked out from under him.
Only because he hadn’t yet had time to figure out the best route to take had Kaden followed his twin’s lead. And here they were. In Bristol’s bed because Keegan had made a move, and Kaden was grateful he had. As usual, his brother’s timing was impeccable.
She was pregnant.
Even the thought had Kaden’s heart squeezing tightly, his hopes once again soaring. This was quite possibly the best news. As though the universe had been on his side all along and now they had something that would tie the three of them together.
He glanced down, watched as Bristol rolled her hips, her chest thrusting upward. He wanted to see her naked, to watch her writhe and moan, all those sexy curves on display, eagerly awaiting his hands, his mouth, his tongue. That night was forever etched in his mind and he wanted another one to add to the collection. And a few hundred more to go along with it.
Fuck. This was going to be over before it started.
“You have a problem with any of it so far?” Keegan asked Bristol, his lips trailing along her jaw.
“No.” The rasp in her voice had Kaden’s cock jerking behind his zipper.
“We’re not runnin’ out when this is over,” Kaden told her. Told both of them, really.
“No more runnin’,” she agreed softly, her body still undulating.
Her blue eyes darted to his face, rolling back when Keegan sucked the skin of her neck.
“Please, Kaden … Keegan,” she whispered, her back bowing, her need growing to the point she could no longer hide it.
Kaden placed his hand on her flat belly, slid his fingers downward, dipping them beneath the waistband of her jeans. She had far too many clothes on.
Bristol sucked in a breath, making the denim gap, his fingers sliding lower. He loved the silky-smooth feel of her skin.
“Unbutton them,” he instructed, wanting to be sure she was aware of the direction they were headed.
Pulling his hand back, he let it trail down her thigh, gliding gently over her toned legs. He watched the movement, distracted only when her fingers quickly freed the button on her jeans, then lowered the zipper.
“Push ’em down.” He let his whiskered chin brush her cheek. “But not off.”
Now it was his turn to hold his breath, because fuck, this woman was hot. He’d known she would be, if and when she’d ever let herself go, and she had proven it to them once. He wanted her to prove it again, wanted her to show him just how much she’d missed this.
Kaden could feel her eyes on him as she lifted her hips and shimmied her jeans down over them. He watched as she revealed a sexy pair of silky turquoise panties.
Yep. Blue was his new favorite color.
“Fuck,” Keegan whispered, the bed shifting as he pushed to his feet.
Kaden moved, claiming Bristol’s mouth once more because he couldn’t resist tasting her. He swallowed her soft moans, loving the way she had ignored their request to keep her hands above her head. Now her hands were curling around his head, holding him to her as though he might possibly think about leaving.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, pulling her mouth from his.
Kaden lifted his head, glanced down her body to see Keegan at the end of the bed. The man had wasted no time.
While Kaden’s view was obstructed, he got the gist of it based on the way Keegan held her legs perpendicular to her body, her toes toward the ceiling. The jeans, pushed down to mid-thigh—still hindered her ability to move, and based on the way she was swirling her hips, she wasn’t too happy about that.
“You like that?” Kaden asked Bristol, leaning over her and watching the ecstasy contort her beautiful features.
“Yes … oh, God, yes.”
