Northern Exposure: Compass Brothers, Book 1 (11 page)

“Fuck, yes.” Si’s head dropped against his pillows when Lucy finished scrubbing his chest and abdomen.

She trailed the sponge and her wet fingers along the ridge of muscle leading from Silas’s hip to his groin. “This has to be the sexiest muscle on earth.”

“Hey, I have that one too.” Colby grinned.

“Maybe you should let me compare them side by side.”

“I think your wife is up to something wicked,” Silas warned.

“I learned a long time ago it’s best not to put up a fight when her eyes have that glint to them.” Colby beamed at her as he lay beside his best friend. The heated length of their fit bodies tucked together.

“You’re so warm.” Silas panted. “Finally, warm.”

“Spread your legs. Both of you.”

They obeyed without question. Without hesitance. Colby draped his left leg over Silas’s right, the uninjured, thigh. Lucy knelt with one knee on either side of their stacked legs. The position spread her pussy, which pressed against Colby.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned. “You should feel how wet she is. Scorching my thigh.”

“Lucky bastard.” Silas grinned. “But I can smell her arousal. Sweet. I bet she’s delicious.”

“She is.” He smiled up at his wife, recalling the feast he’d made of her two nights before.

“Sweet and dirty too.” Lucy laughed. “We’re about to play a game. I’m going to suck you both. Whoever holds out longer gets to fuck me. Feel free to sabotage each other however you like.”

Silas turned to Colby and growled, “You’re going down.”

“No, I am.” Lucy chuckled around Silas’s shaft as she pumped Colby with her petite hand. Her soft skin always had him harder than a rock in seconds.

“Oh, damn.” Si shuddered. “You don’t play around. She took me balls deep on the first pass. Not many women can do that.”

“I’ve been training her for you.” Colby grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“I owe you. Big time.”

“Then show me what
you’ve
learned. Teach me how to be with another man. What do you like, Si?”

The man beside him hesitated. “Uh…”

Lucy pulled her mouth off Silas’s cock with a slurp. Her familiar touch engulfed Colby’s hard-on, pushing him dangerously close to the edge within seconds. Lying with the two of them ranked high on his list of fantasies.

Less distracted, Silas focused. “You don’t understand. I never made love to another man. I’ve fucked them, sure. Nothing more. I, uh, I’ve never kissed a guy before. Or any women while I was away for that matter.”

“Give me more then.” It thrilled Colby that Silas had saved something for them alone. He tipped toward the other man, sucking on the tongue plundering his mouth with rough thrusts. Thicker, stronger than Lucy, the differences excited him. Silas’s unique taste thrilled him.

His balls gathered, drawing close to his body.

Lucy switched back to sucking Si’s cock, her hand teasing Colby’s hard-on with expert handling that kept him from losing it while maintaining his pleasure.

“Yes, baby.” He encouraged her to take Silas deeper, faster. He needed the man abandon himself to the desire they inspired. “Suck him harder.”

“Yes! No!” Silas’s hips flexed, fucking his cock farther into Lucy’s eager mouth.

Colby added to Si’s rapture when Silas guided Colby’s hands to the hard nipples decorating Silas’s action-figure chest. Colby flicked his fingers over the sensitive nubs. Silas nipped Colby’s lip, encouraging a more aggressive touch, so he pinched the dense, gathered skin and accepted the resulting groan and curse as reward.

Lucy lifted off Silas’s cock with a pop. “I think he’s close, Colby. I can taste him and the head of his cock is more defined against my tongue. Help me make him explode. I want to drink his come.”

His wife’s dirty talk had unintended consequences. Aching desire bubbled in Colby’s balls. The base of his cock tingled. He was done for.

“Ungh.” The first contraction of Colby’s orgasm felt like it harvested seed from the tips of his toes. He moaned several more times in rapid succession.

“Oops.” He heard Lucy’s hybrid laugh and moan when jets of white fluid sprayed over her hand and his abdomen.

“Oh, shit.” Silas knocked her fingers aside and milked the rest of Colby’s ecstasy from him. All the while they kissed, long and deep, until Silas wandered along Colby’s jaw, down his neck, to stare at the evidence of his lust pooling in the dips between his honed muscles.

Colby had never been as proud of his body or his orgasm as he was now. His two lovers radiated appreciation from every pore. Lucy leaned closer and lapped at the opalescent fluid dotting his still-heaving torso.

“Come here.” Silas’s command would have been impossible for either of them to resist. Lucy turned, her lips glistening in the light from the table lamp. Silas reached for Colby’s wife, guiding her up until he could capture her mouth and sample the product of his efforts. “Fuck, yes.”

Colby decided to go for broke. He swiped his forefinger through the thickest of the gel then raised it to his partners. Silas ingested his come, leaving Lucy searching for relief.

“She needs your cock, Silas.”

“Find me a condom.”

“No.” Lucy rebelled. She carefully positioned herself above Silas’s hips. “I want you bare. “You said you’re careful. Tested. Clean.”

Silas nodded. “But I’m still not your husband. What if you get pregnant?”

She cut her eyes to Colby, who agreed with her. “You’re planning on sticking around to raise our kids, right?”

“What?” Silas’s purple hard-on flagged a little. “You’d want that? What would people say?”

“I only give a fuck what you and my wife think.” Colby reached between the two people he loved most and took hold of Silas’s cock. He positioned the hefty tool between his wife’s legs. “Lower yourself onto him, Lu.”

She dropped a bit, until the blunt head spread her delicate lips. Silas’s girth would stretch her more than his. He hoped it wouldn’t cause her pain but, even if it did, she’d relish every moment. So why did she hesitate?

“What’s wrong, Lucy?”

“I’m afraid I’ll injure him.” She rotated her hips, teasing. The motion didn’t make much progress in fitting Silas inside her.

“You’re killing me. Right now.” Silas had forgotten his objections. “Don’t stop. You could never hurt me. Not like this. Needed this for a lifetime.”

Colby rubbed the remaining traces of his orgasm into his six-pack then knelt behind his wife, between Silas’s spread knees. He banded his arm around her waist. “I’ve got you, Lucy. He’s not bearing your weight.”

Colby whispered in her ear, loving the goose bumps breaking out all over her peaches and cream complexion. “I’ll make sure you don’t jostle his thigh. Hang onto my arm and you won’t brace yourself on his ribs either.”

“I trust you.” She angled her head to kiss Colby sweet and slow. While their tongues tangled, he lowered her, a fraction of an inch at a time, onto his best friend’s cock, lifting when the resistance grew too strong only to snug her deeper on the next pass.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Finally. Dreamed of this forever,” she whimpered into his mouth. “He’s so big.”

“She’s so tight. Can’t believe it’s real this time.” Silas had fisted his hands in the sheets at his side. “I was close already. I’m not going to last long.”

The panic on Silas’s face caught Colby’s attention. “I’ll make it good for her. Don’t worry. Lie back and enjoy, Si. I want to give you both this.”

Colby’s cock stirred a little when he raised Lucy then lowered her again, using his wife to fuck their lover. He shifted his grip so he could rock her faster, while the fingers of his other hand danced over her clit.

Her breasts bounced, the bottoms of the soft globes bobbing on his forearm.

Lucy stared at Silas and the other man returned the gaze, never even blinking. “Perfect. Better than I imagined. Oh, God, Lucy.”

His wife started making the tiny mewling sound in the back of her throat that meant she’d explode any second. Colby picked her up—forcing the tip of Silas’s cock to fuck her entrance a few times —then impaled her on their lover’s thick, veined shaft.

Colby wondered just how good that felt.

Penetrated. Stretched. Stroked from the inside. Hopefully, he’d find out soon.

He tipped his head to nip her neck in the exact spot she preferred. She cried out, “Please!”

“You ready?” he asked Silas.

“Can’t stop it.” The man shouted and drove his pelvis upward, grinding the muscle covered bone there into Lucy’s clit. “Coming! Inside her. Yes. Lucy! Colby! I’m coming.”

Colby held on tight while his wife spasmed. Her orgasm seemed endless, enduring. Silas roared their names as he pumped Lucy full of his come. After several minutes, their moans faded to sighs and whimpers.

Colby stopped the gentle sways he’d maintained for his wife, lifting her off of Silas’s softening cock. A glistening strand of their mingled fluids dribbled from her spread pussy. He placed her on her back beside the nearly comatose man who’d welded himself to their hearts and souls in a shower of sparks.

He had to show them how much sharing this night with them had meant. He wanted to tend to them. To care for them. To provide all they needed. Instead of reaching for the sponge to clean them, he nuzzled between his wife’s legs. He blew on her gently, desensitizing her engorged tissues.

Gently, slowly, he licked her tender folds, lapping up the familiar taste of his wife and the exciting new flavor of their lover.

“If you hadn’t drained me already, that would make me come again.” Silas coughed as his breathing returned to normal. He’d barely confessed when Lucy cried out, bucking in Colby’s hold.

Silas angled himself toward her as best he could, cradling her in his strong arms. “Yes, sweetheart. Like that. Just like that. Come for us. Push it out, give him more.”

Wetness flooded Colby’s mouth. He devoured her with eager swipes of his tongue. When she finally quieted, he kissed her inner thigh then turned his attention to Silas.

When Lucy realized what he intended she cried out, attracting Silas’s attention.

“You want to taste me too, Colby?” The other man arched his hips. “Go ahead. Take what you need.”

Colby paused, a hairsbreadth from unexplored territory. This was it. He surged forward and licked along the other man’s balls then down the length of his shrinking shaft. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected but the silky-smooth skin surprised him. It shifted over the core of lingering firmness. He opened his lips then sucked Silas down to the root of his cock.

“Mmm,” Silas hummed.

“Oh, yes!” Lucy’s delicate frame was wracked by another set of spasms as she watched her husband clean their lover’s cock, stealing his first taste direct from the source. Silas held her, soothed her, massaged her clit until all three cried uncle.

“I can’t take anymore.” His wife laughed, the lighthearted sound cheering his soul. “Not for at least five minutes.”

Colby smiled as he repositioned himself beside her, sandwiching her between him and Silas. Despite their long day and the utter relaxation permeating them all, none of them seemed sleepy. After a lengthy silence, Lucy faced Silas. “You’ve read some of my letters. Now, share Alaska with us. Tell us about where you’ve been. Was it as beautiful as it looked on all the documentaries I’ve watched since you left?”

“God, yes.” Silas launched into a description of the landscape. The beauty and the terror. Together, they talked long into the night, finally surrendering to exhaustion only when the sun’s rays painted the horizon pink and roosters crowed in the distance.

Chapter Eight

Silas swung into the stable slower than he would have liked. Crutches and barnyards went together like toothpaste and coffee. Sprinkle in a handful of mostly healed, yet still tender, cracked ribs and molasses probably moved faster than he could right now. His muscles burned and he struggled not to hack up a lung. Fucking smoke. A couple hundred feet had never seemed so far.

Still, he hadn’t busted his ass on the hike over from the main house. He’d take that.

“Oh, crap!” A cute blonde in a flirty sundress did a double take when she spotted him hobbling along the aisle between the stalls. Someone had converted one of the old tack rooms into an office for her. His savior hustled from the tiny room with a beat-up folding chair before he could object.

“Sit.”

“I’m not a dog.” Silas grumbled but accepted her surprisingly steady shoulder to lean on while he lowered himself to the rickety seat.

“Worse, you’re a man. A mutt would have more sense.” She shook her head then jogged to the open doors facing the pasture. He made idle mental notes about the sexy curves she attempted to obscure beneath the floral-print cotton. If the disguise fooled any man he’d be surprised. “JD! Visitor!”

She trotted over to check on him.

“I’m Silas.” He held his hand out and she grasped it with a firm shake.

“I figured. Not too many walking wounded around these parts.” She flashed a bright-white smile. “Plus, you resemble your dad.”

She pushed her thick glasses up her pert nose with the tip of one finger. “I’m Cindi Middleton. I do the books for Compass Ranch.”

“And we couldn’t set you up someplace a little nicer? Less dusty at least?” Silas swiped a smudge from her cheek, his eyes slitting when the skittish accountant flinched. He’d been back less than a week but his big brother instinct had defrosted already. The young woman tempted him to offer a hug. Something painful lurked in the depths of her light green eyes. She stayed too still, kept her back to the wall. He’d have to remember to find out the scoop from Colby later.

“She won’t hear of us building her a real office.” JD tucked a pair of leather work gloves in his ass pocket as he strode into the building. “Enjoys being near the horses. Or so she says.”

“It’s true.” She sighed then drew a deep breath. “Something about the smell of the hay and the animals relaxes me. I like the small noises they make and the barn cats keep me company. Have you met the new kittens, JD?”

Cindi beamed as she pointed to a basket in the corner next to her desk. Tiny balls of orange and black fluff tumbled over each other.

“Yeah, I noticed them yesterday. Actually, I was heading over here to bring you this.” He held up a mason jar brimming with fresh milk. “Colby told me you haven’t been able to find Tweety.”