“Fuck me,” she cried, and that was enough to send me over the edge.
Cupping one breast, I pinched her nipple as she bucked and trembled beneath me. God, she was beautiful, her perfect face tense with her need, her breast silky soft in my hand, and her tight cunt hugging me like a fist. The shivers of her orgasm were still rolling over her as mine came to the cliff and paused at the edge.
As I looked down at Charlotte in the moonlight, my cock glossy with her wetness as I pushed and pulled our bodies together, it was enough to make my balls ache, locked and ready for takeoff.
Quickly, I pulled her knees up to my chest and took her deeper, closing my eyes as the wet warmth of her sent a shiver through my veins, and my climax built. A low, deep groan was ripped from my lips as the gnawing pressure in my gut intensified, then loosened and spread through my body, sending frissons of satisfaction through me as hot streams spurted from my swollen length.
As the final waves of pleasure crashed down over me, I had only one thought.
We need to do this again . . .
And again and again.
Chapter Ten
Charlotte
Friday morning, I awoke in Luke’s massive four-poster bed. Its blue sheets were twisted and disheveled, bearing the evidence of our lovemaking from last night, round two once we ended up here after leaving that magical hilltop.
His side of the bed was empty, and I could hear noises downstairs. Stretching leisurely, I noted my body felt tender and used in all the best ways. Luke made love with the same passion and intensity that he lived his life—he was wild, strong, and a bit hotheaded. I’d enjoyed myself immensely last night.
These last few days spent exploring each other’s worlds were better than I could have dreamed. The most shocking revelation was that I’d gotten a taste of country life and I didn’t hate it. The people, the food, the pace, the lifestyle—all were things I wasn’t used to. But here in Shady Grove, I was learning to slow down and enjoy each moment, to savor each day. As unexpected as it was, I suspected I was learning a life lesson in the process.
But as much fun as I’d had with Luke, I already knew that our fling had a ticking clock attached to it. Eventually, the alarm would sound and it would all be over—I’d go back to my world, and he to his. A little pang of guilt flared inside me—I hadn’t told him how I’d ended up here, or what I was running from. Now that we’d been intimate, I felt like my omission had been a bald-faced lie. But then again, maybe I didn’t have to spill my guts about the whole messy affair. Luke had a past too, and I didn’t pry into that. I respected his boundaries. Maybe we could both keep our secrets safely guarded and enjoy this for what it was.
I shrugged on a T-shirt and made my way downstairs. A hulking male form was standing near the coffeemaker, dressed in nothing more than a pair of worn jeans, but when he turned I saw it was Duke.
A slow smile unfurled on his lips. “Come give me some sugar.”
Placing one hand on my hip, I stopped next to the counter, grabbing a coffee mug from the strainer by the sink. “I’m on to you, mister.”
He chuckled. “Damn. I was just about to apologize for my performance last night.”
“I know the difference between a man who’s fucking with me and a man who’s actually fucked me. And your brother did a real good job. Nice try, Duke.” I patted his head.
The twins were virtually identical in every way, from their expressive green eyes with flecks of gold to their full mouths that pulled easily and often into a smirk. They were built exactly the same—six feet of hard muscle.
“You and Molly are the only people on the planet who can tell us apart. Even our own mother couldn’t do it half the time,” he added, still grinning at me.
I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was, but even from that first day, I could tell who was who. It might sound like new-age nonsense, but maybe it was their auras. Where Duke was all playful and mischievous energy, Luke was all brooding, masculine intensity. The sexy stranger captured my attention from the first moment I saw him, even though I needed a man like I needed a new Louis Vuitton bag.
A few minutes later, Luke made his way into the kitchen and Duke excused himself, leaving us alone.
“Morning,” Luke murmured, his gaze traveling the length of my bare legs.
“Come here,” I told him. “I’ve got something to show you.”
I tugged him toward the kitchen table, and over coffee, laid out my marketing plan. Luke sat back with a slight grin on his lips, listening attentively to every word.
“I’m impressed that you saw straight through Duke’s game,” he said.
My gaze flicked up to meet his. “I’d never make that mistake now that . . .”
“Now that what, duchess? I’ve been inside you?”
His voice was low and seductive, and a hot shiver raced through me. I lifted my chin, waiting for the press of his lips against mine.
“I’m just getting started,” he whispered, treating me to a tender kiss.
Last night had been magical. Making love under the stars, and the way Luke took care of all my pleasure first before seeking his own. It was incredible.
Part of me wanted to pretend that this was real, but the looming end of my stay here was quickly approaching. And the past I was on the run from . . . Well, I had a bad feeling that it would catch up to me sooner or later.
“I could listen to you talk business all day, duchess.”
I grinned at Luke. “Good, because I’m just getting started too.”
Chapter Eleven
Luke
I could have listened to Charlotte ramble on all day long about search-engine optimization, whatever the hell that was. Seeing how passionate she was about the whole marketing thing was a real turn-on. She’d worked on the plan while we ate pancakes that morning, and hadn’t let up since.
That was after I caught my brother trying to pull a fast one on her. After sneaking out of bed for a quick shower that morning, I went down to the kitchen and found her chatting with Duke while wearing one of my T-shirts like a nightgown.
The naturalness of the situation had stopped me in my tracks. Her long, toned legs peeking out from the shirt and her cute little bare feet on the hardwood floor were a sight I wouldn’t have minded seeing every day, but that wasn’t what we’d agreed to. Whatever we were doing here had an expiration date, and I needed to remember that.
I’d waited in the stairwell to remind myself that this couldn’t last when I heard them talking. Duke would never actually make a move on her—we had a bro code that forbade it. I knew he was just seeing how invested she was in whatever it was we had going on.
But when I heard her call him out on not being me from the get-go, the squeeze on my heart was unexpected. And the stroke to my ego was like a balm to my soul.