Just Her Luck (78 page)

“Besides us,” Sawyer shook his head, “no.”

“Good.”

I hurried and took everything else off, taking the blanket Bowen held out to me as my skin prickled.

Wrapping it around myself, I walked to the stairs.

I stopped at the bottom and gave them all a stare down.

I finally focused on Reeve, who was still kneeling by the entry way, watching me carefully.

“I don’t suppose you go cliff diving too when you go camping, do you, moonshine.”

Reeve smiled a little when he looked over at his brothers, then back at me.

“Uh, no. Why?”

“Good. Then let’s go.”

“To bed?”

“No, to Alaska. Yes, to bed!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. “Night, fellas.”

His hand pressed against the small of my back, his warmth seeping in threw the blanket as he went to escort me upstairs.

I stopped and turned towards the others.

“It was a big deal to me, his leg. It matters to
me
.
I care.
Would you have been okay if it was
me
jumping? If it was
me
who’d broken their leg? Think about
that
.”

I grumbled and muttered to myself the rest of the way up the stairs, berating stubborn lummoxes and their idea of ‘fun’ as I made my way to Reeve’s room, now our room.

“Know of any good cliffs with water at the bottom around here?” I asked Reeve.

“No,” he barked, his hands gripping my shoulders, “and don’t even think about it, prison bait. I don’t give two shits if
they
act brain dead,
you
aint doin’ it too.”

I smiled inwardly.

“It was just a thought…” I said sweetly, seeing what he’d say.

“Well, perish it.”

I giggled, enjoying his surliness.

He’s so cute when he’s tired.

“Yes, sir!” I saluted smartly, dropped the blanket and crawled in the bed, dodging him when he would have smacked my ass, tugging on one of his t-shirts when he tossed one at me.

He stripped down to his boxer briefs and climbed in next to me.

Shivering as my cold skin met his, he let out a huge yawn and cuddled me close.

I went to turn towards him but he stopped me.

“Let me hold you, my little hell cat. I want to hold you for a little while.”

Shaking his head, he yawned again.

I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed it.

“Scared ya, huh?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby. It wasn’t your fault. I’m just mad I couldn’t have helped you somehow.”

“
Now
who’s being silly?”

He chuckled.

“Who, me?” he asked innocently, grinning against my skin.

“Perish the thought,” I mock gasped, snorting at him.

He scoffed and tapped my ass warningly.

I laughed harder.

“Shut up and go to sleep, woman.” He grunted as if that was that, waiting for me to comply.

Arrogant male.

That earned him a well-deserved slap himself.

“Shit! Ow! No need to hit! Geesh! You’re vicious!” Glaring at me over my shoulder, he rubbed his sore thigh.

I stifled a smirk.

Hah!

“Love you too,” I murmured sweetly, drifting off myself.

“Damn straight, you better,” he muttered.

I elbowed him and cleared my throat loudly.

He kissed my neck, smiling against it. “I love you too, Genevieve.”

My skin shivered at the sincerity of both his words
and
his tone.

It was getting all gruff and deep, deeper than usual for him, gravelly as he started to drift off.

Yummy.

I smiled contentedly as he fell asleep, his warm body wrapped around mine, snoring softly against the top of my head.

A Little Heart To Leg

I snuck out of bed three hours later, still unable to sleep, tiptoeing to Thatcher’s room.

I closed the door quietly behind me, making my way to the bed.

He stirred in his sleep, muttering to himself.

I placed my knee carefully on the bed, trying not to wake him.

He was a heavy enough sleeper and didn’t stir when I straddled him and put my hand over his mouth, muffling his surprised shout as I slapped him and pinched his nose.

I leaned down, my face in his, gripping his thick golden hair with my free hand.

“You stupid! Stupid man! How dare you scare me like that!” my voice had gone from seething to snarling, and he looked at me wide eyed as I yelled quietly into his face. “How dare you, being dumb enough to break your fuckin’ leg! Is your aim really that bad? Huh? Couldn’t head for the middle of the water or whatever?! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in the balls?”

He mumbled something, muffled into my hand, shaking his head frantically, trying to get around my ass to cup his good bits.

I pressed down, and he squeaked, grimacing a little.

“You’re an ass,” I snapped.

I glared at him accusingly, and he nodded vigorously, agreeing with me, concerned for his precious nuts.

“Don’t scream,” I warned, pulling my hand away so he could talk.

He huffed, “My love, you’re practically sitting on my dick, threatening me bodily harm,
because you love me so much
, if that isn’t hot as fuck, then I don’t know what is. Now kiss me, woman!”

His cock was hot and hard, pressing against my naked flesh as he tried to tug me towards his eager lips.

Like I’d make it that easy for him.

Pfft!

I grinned evilly.

He groaned when I gave a small glide upwards, stopped and retreated, coating him lightly with my fresh arousal.

He’s so yummy when he’s at my mercy, moaning underneath me. Makes me want to do a little ravishing of my own.

I did it again and stopped.

He growled in frustration, trying to move without jargling his leg too much. He couldn’t, grunting and grimacing in frustration.

“How’s your leg?” I asked sweetly.

He gave me an irritated look. “It’s been better. Now kiss me.”

His hands massaged my ass cheeks, squeezing and releasing the rounded flesh as he urged me towards him impatiently.

I leaned down, making him think I was giving in, pulling back after a quick peck to his lips.

He groaned in frustration.

I laughed quietly.

“Vieve!”

“Alright, alright.”

I was just about to acquiesce, bending over my broken lover when he gave me a Thatcher sized grin, one hundred percent charm.

“You could make it feel better,” he whispered, his voice husky with arousal, eyes going half lidded, his hands reaching up to caress my breasts through my shirt softly.

I stopped him when our lips where a hair’s breadth away.

My throat tightened a little as I stared him dead in the eyes.

“You scared the shit out of me, Thatch.” I looked off to his shoulder when I felt my eyes tearing up.

God, not again!

He cupped my face in his big strong hands and turned me back to him.

His lips brushed mine before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to make you scared. We were just having a little fun.”

“That’s what you do for fun?”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling.

“See what happens when you let us take off for the wilds without our woman to keep us in line. I think you should forbid us from ever going again.”

I snorted and caressed his cheek, rubbing his stubble.

“I’m not like that and you know it.” I smiled at him mischievously, a lusty glint in my eye, my hands roaming over his chest freely, enjoying all that smooth, bared flesh. “Besides, it’s kinda fun having one of you all to myself for a week…”

He frowned while I cackled gleefully on the inside.

Mission accomplished.

I rolled off of him and snuggled close to his side, leaving him momentarily stunned.

He whimpered at the loss of my feminine heat.

I tucked the blanket up and over his naughty bits, resting my head on his chest.

“You know, you’re right. You’re absolutely right. I should have thought about it that way first. I mean, Reeve and I got up to all kinds of ‘fun’ while you guys were away.” I shrugged when he grunted, displeased.

“What kind of fun?” He cleared his throat, voice unusually gruff.

“Thank you for helping me see it in the right light, my little cupcake. I think I can let it go now. It was like you guys’ way of getting off. Reassessing your inner assurance of your manly wiles.”

“You make it sound so
wrong
when you say it
that
way,” he grumbled.

“No, I think I said it just right!” I patted his throbbing package and grinned against his chest.

“What kind of fun?” he muttered, a hint of envy in his voice.

I feigned sleep.

“Vieve?”

I evened out my breathing.

“My love?”

I let out a soft snore.

“Damn it!” he swore, “I should have just kissed her ass in the first place.”

I should have gotten a medal for not cracking up at that.

“This is all
your
fault.”

It took me a moment before I realized he was talking to his dick.

“She sits on you, spreads a little love juice on ya and you render me useless, make me a brain dead idiot where she’s concerned.”

He cleared his throat and grumbled a little more.

“Now I have to try and sleep with blue balls, thanks to you, my little minx pressed up delectably close to me, nothin’ on but Reeve’s stupid shirt. Stupid Reeve, stupid camping trip, stupid cliff, stupid leg.
I hate camping.”

Wakey Wakey…

Thatcher woke up a few hours later to my mouth sucking him off, taking strong pulls as I engulfed him eagerly, swirling around the tip as I pulled back.

“Oh, god! Please don’t be a dream!
Ung!
And if it is,
mmmm
, please don’t wake me up!”

I let him go, gripping him in my hand to pump him a few times.

“This isn’t a dream, lover boy,” I purred.

I grinned as he looked down at me, and licked the head of his shaft.

“Whatever you do… don’t stop. I’ll give you whatever the hell you want… just don’t… uhng… ahhhh… stop!”

I stopped, my mouth full of dick.

“Don’t stop!” he shouted, fisting the sheets, “I said don’t stop!”

I winked, grinning around a mouthful, purring in the back of my throat.

He pushed himself in further, giving the back of my throat a nudge, his body trembling as he got closer to climax.

The door to his room thrust open suddenly, startling its occupants.

“Hey, gimp, I brought your…”

Ephraim froze in the doorway, a glass of water and a pill for Thatcher in his hand, watching us.

It was probably a pain pill, but I highly doubt he was feeling anything but pleasure at the moment.

Thatcher reached out and tugged my hair a little.

I heard the door slam shut.

“Suck me! Oh, fuck me, suck me!” he panted, writhing underneath me.

I did, and he threw his head back and groaned, arching into my mouth as I tightened my lips around the base of his shaft and swallowed.

His whole body tensed up, and I knew he was about to cum.

I was ready for it.

Come to mama.

Ephraim, who I’d thought left, pulled me off of thatcher and flipped me over, pinning me down on the bed.

His pants were opened up, just enough to get his throbbing shaft out so he could ram it into me.

I cried out and clawed his shoulders as he pulled back and slammed into me again.

“Fuck, Ephraim! What the fuck?!” Thatcher shouted.

“Wait!” I panted, arching into Ephraim, mewling, gripping his hips fiercely with my legs, crying out when he bit at my neck and growled against my skin, my sexy cowboy on fire, all riled up.

Someone’s a little jealous…

“I should have knocked, baby. I’m sorry,” he murmured between heated thrusts and kisses, his eyes two smoldering sapphires, “Oh, Jesus! Fuck! Squeeze me again. Yes!
Mmmmm…
If I had known you two were fucking around I never would have,
mmmm…
your so fucking tight. Yes! Suck my cock with your cunt… oh,” he gasped, “so good.”

“You just pulled her off my cock, you son of a bitch! Give her back!”

Ephraim grabbed a pillow and whacked Thatcher with it, “I’ll give her back when I’m good and ready! You can…”

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Let me up a minute!” I shoved at him until he got up.

Rolling over, I wiggled my ass at him, crawling towards Thatcher.

Thatcher eyes glittered hungrily as his cock, angry and swollen, twitched a few times, beckoning me.

Just as I brought my lips over Thatcher’s erection, taking him all in, I felt Ephraim entering me from behind, sliding through my slicked up pussy as he slid in as far as he could go.

We all groaned in unison.

“I knew there was a reason I loved you,” Thatcher grunted.

I bit down warningly on his cock.

“Just kidding! Shit! No teeth!” he yelped.

Ephraim chuckled, swiveling his hips, his thick, calloused hands gripping my ample hips as he used them for leverage.

Every slam and thrust on Ephraim’s part pushed me down on Thatcher’s throbbing cock more, so I timed my mouth to his eager pumps, reminding myself not to accidently bite down on Thatcher as I got closer to coming myself.

“Sorry, baby,” Ephraim apologized, grunting in pleasure when my body clamped down on his, the beginnings of a climax washing over me, his load blowing immediately, bathing my insides.

I didn’t finish my orgasm, left half in and half out of ecstasy, a mind blowing send off just at my fingertips.

He slumped against me a little and I wriggled out from under him, hopping on Thatcher carefully, quickly impaling myself on him, riding him hard and rough as he shouted out at the abrupt envelopment, letting me ravage him willingly as I had my wicked way with him.

I grinned, laughing throatily as I swiveled my hips.

“You’re so hot when you’re on top, love,” he groaned, using his hands on my waist to try and control our love play.

I pushed his hands off, thrusting my breasts out at him.

“I’m in charge this time, blondie, back off.”

He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, pinching the hard, tightened buds, knowing I love the way he works them, the things he does to me.

“You like that love?”

“Yes!” I moaned on a hiss.

“Mmmm, my love, I’m so close… ahhh…”

“God, yes!”

I reached behind us, sliding my hand down, and squeezed his testicles, the angle slamming him deeply into my g spot, ramming it deliciously, instantly setting me off.

We both cried out as we climaxed together, waves of pleasure crashing over us.

When we both eventually started to settle down, the heat of the moment waning, I rolled to the side and clawed gently at his chest.

He grinned and picked up my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“I think we rattled the shit out of my leg, but that was totally worth it,” he sighed.

Ephraim came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me tight, sucking at my neck.

“You still mad at me, baby? Or are you gonna make me sweat it out a little while longer.”

“Sweating is good for you.” I chuckled lightly.

Thatcher chuckled and kissed me on the lips.

“You tell him, my love.”

“Shut up, gimp. Nobody asked
you
,” Ephraim snapped.

Thatcher gasped dramatically. “Are you going to just lay here and let him talk to me like that?!” he demanded.

I laughed at his distressed maiden act.

“Well,” he demanded, huffing, “are you?” His grin kept peeking out, ruining it.