Flawless Surrender (10 page)

When Clint broke the kiss Zoey’s brain was barely computing, and she remained pressed against his muscular chest, reeling from her own desire. “Damn you boys can kiss,” she muttered, and both men laughed loudly.

Dalton tugged her hair sharply as he walked past her toward the stairs to his room. “We can do more than that, pretty lady, but you have to wait until tonight for more. Come on, Clint.”

Clint gave her a smack on the ass before making sure she was steady on her feet and heading down the hall to the bathroom. She stared after him as her heart settled back into a normal rhythm. If a kiss was so explosive between them, sex was going to be nuclear. Smiling to herself, she went to change clothes for the second time that day.

*****

“What the hell is that for?” Dalton watched as Clint added a bottle of wine to the backpack he was supposed to have filled with food. They had a detailed plan for their date tonight with Zoey, but it didn’t include getting her drunk.

“Spin the bottle, duh?” Clint winked at him, but Dalton could feel his face pinch in a frown. It was important this date go perfectly if they wanted to convince Zoey that they were serious about her. She seemed determined to keep them at arm’s length and stay in control. Dalton was equally determined to shake her up. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have it with us in case it gets chilly up there tonight. I’ll put it back if it’s that big of a deal.”

Dalton shook his head, “No, keep it. You’re right, she might like a drink later. I just don’t want her to think we’re trying to get her liquored up, so we can then fuck her.”

Clint’s eyes widened, “Dude, you might not be trying to fuck her, but I sure as hell am. That’s why I have lube and condoms in here too.”

“I’m not saying that I don’t want to fuck her, God, really? I’m saying this date is supposed to be about getting to know each other, not just getting her naked.” Dalton finished packing the pile of gear into the back of his old Suburban, and frowned at Clint. “If we want her for longer than a couple of weeks, we have to give her time to adjust to the idea.”

“I know, I mean, I do want her to want to stay, but I do my best convincing when I’m naked. I can’t help it if I want to show her my best,” said Clint.

Dalton was just about to tell Clint he couldn’t go with them, when the front door creaked open, and both men turned to see a smiling Zoey headed their way. Her long hair was in a ponytail and Dalton made a mental note to relieve her of the restricting binding as soon as possible.

“Hey, guys, here is my bag. You aren’t taking me over the border are you? Because my passport isn’t up to date.” Her smile was brighter than any star he’d ever seen, and he reached for her as she drew close.

Pulling her against his chest, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “No, pretty lady, we aren’t kidnapping you.”

She rose up on her toes to peek around him at the gear and laughed, “Camping? We’re going camping?”

“What’s wrong with camping?” Clint asked, moving up against her back and kissing her shoulder.

“Oh, uh, nothing is wrong with it. I haven’t been since I was a girl scout. I think I was about seven. I hope you two know what you’re doing with that tent because otherwise we would be smarter to make a run for the border.” When she laughed it filled his chest with a sweet warmth that he hadn’t experienced before.

“Nope, no Mexican rice for you tonight, just hotdogs and s’mores over a campfire.”

Her excitement was contagious as she bounced on her toes between them and laughed. “What are we waiting for? There is a marshmallow with my name on it so let’s get going!”

The ride up to the bluffs that lined the northern edge of the Triple T took about a half an hour. Zoey seemed anxious to learn everything about them, and Dalton took that as a good sign. After exchanging favorite colors, foods, drinks, vacation destinations, books, and music, they still didn’t seem to have any trouble finding things to talk about. It was the most comfortable he had ever been with a woman, and he felt more confident that their plan would work.

A lengthy phone call to Sawyer Brooks this morning had given him a few ideas on how to woo Zoey over to their way of thinking, and as much as he hated to let Clint have his way, sex was at the top of that list. The Brooks brothers had used seduction to land Rachel, and according to Sawyer, they had invested significant time both as a group and alone with her until she realized her own feelings.

As they pulled to a stop at the end of the working road, Zoey glanced around with a frown. “Where are we? All I see is trees. Is this still the Triple T?”

“Yep. We’re going to the top of the bluffs that overlook the Cuyato River, it’s the northern boundary of the ranch, and there is a great view of the sunset where we camp,” Clint answered as Dalton went around to the back and started unloading their supplies.

Handing Zoey a backpack and a small cooler, he winked, “We have to hoof it from here, but it’s not a long walk. Clint, grab the tent and take the lead.”

As they followed the well-worn but slightly overgrown footpath, Dalton explained their choice of destination. “When we were kids the three of us boys would come up here and camp a lot. Mama and pops didn’t worry about us up here because we were still on Triple T ground. We told ghost stories, built forts, and tree houses, snuck our first dirty magazines and our first drinks—”

“We even learned some first aid while we were up here,” Clint added, and Zoey snorted.

“I can only imagine what kind of trouble the three of you got into all alone. How long has it been since you’ve been up here?” Dalton heard Zoey’s question, but his eyes were focused on her curvy ass, so he had difficulty doing the math. For once Clint came to his rescue.

“The night I turned eighteen, me and some of my friends came up here to camp. The last time Dalton and Tanner came with me I think was Tanner’s eighteenth birthday. Kinda makes me wish he would have joined us tonight.”

Clint’s words were like a kick in Dalton’s gut. Without Tanner, it certainly felt weird. It was like the third leg of their stool was missing and they were swaying back and forth on just two legs, hoping they didn’t topple. Could Zoey accept just the two of them if Tanner never came around?

Before Dalton could come up with an answer they had reached the clearing at the top of the bluff, and Zoey gasped. The view was pretty incredible. The other side of the river was land that used to belong to the Raft family but had recently become part of Brooks Pastures. It was prime grazing land, but the Brooks family raised horses in their own fields and had yet to start using it. As far as the eye could see there was tall green grass and blue sky.

“I have to admit, I’m impressed. I had no idea a place like this existed.” Zoey stood at sharp edge of the bluff looking down into the rolling grayish green water of the river. “Has anyone ever fallen?”

Dalton felt his face drain of blood, and his knees wobble at her question. When she looked up at him her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe…I’m so sorry, Dalton! I didn’t mean to ask that, or say that, or bring up bad things. Shit!” She rushed to his side, her hands skimming up his arms to cup his face. “Hey, look at me.”

He focused on her eyes, and all he saw was deep concern there. Concern for him and his feelings. For over a decade he had been the one concerned about everyone else. In medical school he was concerned about his studies, his teachers, his classmates, but never himself. In Africa, he was a doctor, so it was his duty to be concerned about those around him. He was known to be selfless and unequivocally reliable. All of his life he had been the peacemaker between bossy Tanner, and bratty Clint, never concerned with what
he
wanted, only concerned with building a strategic compromise between the two sides. For the first time, he stared into the eyes of someone who was concerned for him and him alone.

His heart rocked in his chest, and he let out a deep breath before molding his body to hers. When he slammed his mouth down on hers, she didn’t struggle or fight back, she just relaxed into him, submitting to his need for comfort. It was the perfect reaction, and his body agreed as lust slammed through him.

Digging his hands into her ass, he lifted her off the ground and she locked her ankles behind his hips as if she did it all the time. God, what he would give to feel her do this every day for the rest of his life.

“What the fuck, Professor? I thought you said we were supposed to hold off on the fucking!” Clint’s voice registered, but Dalton couldn’t have stopped himself at that point for anyone but Zoey, and she wasn’t telling him to slow down.

In fact, she was digging her fingernails into his shoulders and sucking on his tongue like she was starving. The scent of her arousal was growing thick even though they were both fully clothed. Dalton forced himself to break their kiss long enough to breathe and ask, “Zoey, please say you’re sure?”

“I’m sure. I thought I could wait, but I can’t.” Her lips nibbled at his jaw, and he groaned when she licked his earlobe.

“Fuck! Clint, grab the sleeping bags.” Dalton dropped to his knees with Zoey still in his arms, and rested her weight on his thighs, “And the condoms!”

“I’m on it, Professor, just don’t pop your cork until I’m back.” Clint took off at a dead run to collect the last of their gear because it contained the two requested items.

Dalton stared down at Zoey. Her gorgeous blue eyes were dark with desire, and her lips were slightly swollen after he had savagely kissed her. Reaching up, he tugged the elastic band from her hair, and both of them sighed with pleasure as the glorious black satin tumbled down her back and into his hands.

“I like your hair down, kitten,” he murmured as he pressed butterfly kisses all over the planes of her face, and stroked his fingers through her hair.

“Kitten?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me, in a few more minutes you’ll be purring.”

They were feasting on each other’s mouths again when Clint reappeared, running at top speed. He had to have nearly flown to the truck and back, but Dalton was damn glad to see him.

Zoey climbed from his lap to help spread out the sleeping bags in a nice soft pallet, and slip her shoes and socks off. Dalton glanced at Clint who was still panting a bit from his run, and they both waited hesitantly for her to make the first move.

With a flirty smile, she turned so her back was to both of them, and standing in the center of the homemade love nest, she slowly slid the hem of her t-shirt up and over her head. Dalton’s mouth went dry as dust, and all she had bared was the curve of her spine and her bra strap. When she began peeling her snug jeans from her hips and sliding them over her sexy legs he nearly dropped to his knees to grovel at her feet. Just as he suspected, her ass was lush and perfect, especially with the slim string of a thong splitting it in two.

“Oh hell, angel, you had to wear the sexy panties too?” Clint’s groan echoed the one in Dalton’s head, then she laughed and stepped from her jeans, pushing them to the side. Her fingers played with the clasp of her bra for barely a second before it too dropped to the ground.

That was the last straw for Clint. Dalton stood quietly as his little brother walked slowly around the spread of blankets to stand in front of their woman. Zoey’s head tilted up and Dalton imagined she had that challenging jut of her chin going on she used so often.

“How does she look, Hollywood?” he asked softly as he began removing his own clothing as quickly as possible.

Clint’s voice was low, and breathless. “Like an angel.”

Zoey’s gasp rocketed through Dalton’s loins making his cock throb. He pressed himself against her back, and because of their height difference, it placed his cock at the top swell of her ass. Sliding his hands around, he cupped the two grapefruit sized tits that he had been dreaming about nightly, and sighed against her ear.

“Feels like one too.”

“Mmm…that feels good,” she moaned, leaning back into him with complete trust. His ego swelled along with his dick as she wriggled against him.

Her moaning stopped when Clint finally moved in to kiss her, and Dalton flinched when he felt Clint’s hands come around her body to her back. He had to take a little step back because it seemed a little weird to be touching his brother at the same time as touching Zoey. This was going to take some getting used to. Continuing to pinch her nipples, and squeeze her tits, while avoiding Clint’s roaming hands, grew trickier, and he finally huffed. “Let’s lay her down.”

Once Zoey was on her back, Dalton felt a lot more comfortable with the arrangement. Clint took over where he had been, sucking one plump pink nipple into his mouth, and squeezing the other. Touching was weird, but watching his brother with Zoey was fucking hot. She arched up off the bedding, her back a curve of passion as she clutched Clint’s head to her chest, and encouraged him with moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Her legs were slightly spread, showing off a dripping wet pussy topped by a neatly trimmed triangle of dark curls. He could tell she was extremely aroused, because her clit was poking out from between her labia as though it was begging for his attention. Using his shoulders, to spread her thighs wider, he settled in for a closer look at her sweet cunt.

Just like her ass, her pussy lips were plump and perfect, and she cried out when he ran his finger through her juices and then pressed into her tight passage. She was tight as a virgin, and his balls drew up underneath him burning with need. Counting in his head for distraction from his nuts, he began circling his tongue around her swollen clit. He avoided too much pressure on the little nub so she didn’t come too fast. He wanted her to remember the moment she had her first orgasm with the two of them for the rest of her life.

She was dripping wet, and thrusting her hips hard enough to jar him from his mission. When her hands began pressing on his head, he stopped long enough to capture them, holding them under her hips while he continued to feast on her pussy.

Clint rose up next to her head on his knees and ran his cock over her face, momentarily distracting Dalton yet again. Fuck, she looked seriously hot with a cock in her mouth. Her lush lips spread, and her tiny pink tongue darted out to capture the pre-cum that was on the head.

After a few thrusts to stretch her lips, Clint was able to slide into her mouth and from his angle, Dalton could see the lump that expanded the top part of her throat proving how deep she held him. It was all he could do not to come all over the sleeping bag, as he rose to his knees, and sheathed his cock in a condom.

“I can’t wait, kitten. I need to be inside of you.”

Clint slid back, giving Zoey some room to breathe as Dalton pushed the fat head of his cock into her snug opening. It took multiple thrusts before his balls were slapping her ass, but the sensation brought stars to his eyes. With his cock securely buried in the tightest pussy he had ever experienced, and his vision filled with his woman’s mouth full of dick, he fucked her.