Page 2 of Summer Storm
Her eyelids fluttered, revealing my new favorite color.
Mist and rain-soaked blue spruce flecked with bits of glowing amber; stunning windows–a reflection of her soul. A soul that sparkles with mystery and desire and a bit of sadness.
The rhythm of her hips move in the sultry grace of heat lightning sweeping over the mountain on a muggy summer’s night. Sensual. Intense. And hot as hell.
Her nails pressed into the skin of my chest. My muscles clenching at the delicious bite of pain as she anchored herself against me. I rolled my hips, thrusting deeper and deeper up into her, driving for that wickedly sweet spot that would send her soaring.
Gorgeous breasts, round and high, bounced with every shuttle of my cock bottoming out within her. She wasn’t a screamer or even all that vocal, but instead, released little breathy mewls and kittenish squeaks. It was a siren’s song, enchanting me, beckoning me to reach deeper, daring me to kiss her cervix with the tip of my cock.
The Goddess riding me remained steadfast while she panted, taking it all, desperately holding my gaze like it was a lifeline, tethering us together as a tempest of desire and longing and need raged between us long into the snowy December night.
“…and this is Ezra’s brother, Aaron.”
Jorie’s enunciation of my name broke the spell holding me immobile, but it didn’t break the awkward stare down with the woman I knew intimately, as Elle. Apparently, we both had lied, even if they were only omissions or evasions. I could see it in those misty-forest-colored eyes; she was uncomfortable as hell, just like me, and apparently just like those standing near us, too, if Ezra’s elbow jabbing into my ribs was any indication.
I let it go. For now.
Like a mutt fresh out of the bathtub, I shook it off. The misgivings, the confusion, the scrutiny, and dare I say? Whatever this feeling welling in my soul was. It felt like hope and excitement, and anticipation all bottled up and shaken, just waiting for some stupid fool to release the cap.
When I finally was able to tear my eyes away, I desperately cast about for some sort of distraction, anything that would take the attention of the two glaring men behind her and my brother and his nosy girlfriend and the rest of the shop off of us. The last thing we Curtis’s needed was another scandal. “What’s up with your dog?”
Chapter 2
Doggone surprised
Brielle
I climbed into the back seat ofmySUV, slamming the door behind me, and waited for Jericho and Nolan to get the lead out. It was useless to even try to drive when my brothers were around. Case in point, the two of them scuffled, pushing and shoving to get out of our temporary home parked at home.
If they ripped the door off the class-A camper again, I was going to start removing body parts. Thank God, we only have a month or so more of construction on the barndominium and training center, and Jericho will be heading back to base next week. Not that I won’t miss him terribly while he’s gone, but living with double older brother alpha-testosterone trouble for the last three weeks and dealing with an all-male construction crew has been driving me crazy and not slowly either. I’m going to need a full month of spa days to detoxify, and don’t even get me started on the belching, farting, pranks, and dirty dishes. Ugh!
Leaning forward between the seats, I grab the key fob from the cup holder and mash my finger down on the panic button. The horn blares, and the two numbskulls’ heads turn like synchronized swimmers before both make a mad dash for the driver’s side door.
Jericho trips Nolan to reach the door first. I hit the lock button and giggle just as he grasps the door handle. Little sisters can be assholes, too. Grinning, I dangle the keys from my fingertips and give them my best imitation of mom’s killer ‘you’re gonna get it’ look, before hitting the button again to unlock the doors.
Conceding the loss, though sulkily, Nolan hops into the front passenger seat as Jericho, grinning triumphantly, tries to slide behind the wheel only to crack his head against the frame because the seat is too far forward. After he adjusts it, he holds his hand out, and I slap the keys against his palm.
“Let’s go, already. I’m starving,” I whine.
I’m so hungry, I swear Nolan’s arm is beginning to resemble a savory chicken drumstick just like in the old Tom & Jerry cartoons. What I wouldn’t give for a Culver’s double bacon butter burger and a cookie dough concrete mixer right about now instead of hying back into town to eat out because my plans for grocery shopping got derailed this afternoon.
Lord knows the options for fast food are practically nil in Wintervale. Meaning it’s either eat at The Range Bar & Grill again tonight or stale potato chips and dry bran flakes with rock-hard raisins. Take-out is the one thing I’d found so far that seriously makes me think I might have made a mistake following Nolan from Wisconsin to Montana.
“Are you really not going to tell us what the hell that was today?” Nolan, glanced over his finger-lick’n good shoulder, giving me his best big brother “spill the beans” look.
I knew they couldn’t leave it alone. It was only a matter of time before they started the inquisition. There is no way in hell I’m willingly going to discuss the one and only time in my fudging life I had a one-night stand…especially with my brothers. They don’t need to know the night I spent with Aaron had easily turned into the best night of sex my life. I dream of it still.
That night with Aaron was a crucial point between the heart ache of being lied to and me accepting and moving on. He was single, I made sure of that, and on vacation. With the help of one drink too many, I gave into his charm. It wasn’t smarmy or anything like that, but he listened, and I felt heard. It didn’t hurt that he was ruggedly handsome, and the lightning hot chemistry was a definite plus too.
Yeah, not discussing that with my brothers. Sighing, I decide to play dumb.
“Well, I’d say today was a perfect example of why the state, federal, and local cops need to stop quibbling over territory and start working together.”
When Aaron had pointed out Rudy’s behavior, I was so surprised to see my one and one time only one night stand, standing not six feet in front of me, I had no idea Rudy had gotten herself into trouble. Well, not trouble but close.
There she sat, nose to gas cap on the rusty back corner panel of a late 80s sedan in the local cop’s impound yard. When I tried to call her away, she circled and repeated the action. Getting a clue, I snapped out a search command. The other dogs, PB and Jay immediately went to work and alerted in the exact same area. Turns out my dogs had found two pounds of fentanyl hidden in a secret compartment.
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it, smartass. Should we be worried about the mechanic?” Nolan clarifies as we pull into the parking lot of The Range.
