Page 61 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"I don’t need some rodent dirtying up my house," he hadsaid. "We have a linen sofa, Patty. I can't believe you would even ask me that."
I had put it out of my mind and never asked him again, but the idea of having a dog never truly left me. Maybe because to me, having a dog was a pinnacle of the American family dream. Whenever I watched sitcoms there was always a dog, a loyal thing that would love and protect its family no matter what. Having a pet seems to always unite everyone together. Maybe, it was that ideal of a complete and happy family unit that I liked so much.
But I don't want to impose my dreams on this family and make Wes uncomfortable in the process.
“But I’m not insisting we have to keep the dog just because my daughters and I happen to want one.”
“I kinda think we do,” Wes comments wryly. “My brothers are goners for your daughters. I think they would sooner kick me out than get rid of that dog.”
“They wouldn’t.” Now, I feel even worse. “Seriously, if it bothers you I’ll tell Mitch that we don’t want to keep the dog. The girls would understand that taking care of an animal is a huge responsibility to put on someone, and the fact that this isn’t their house...”
“I already told you I’m not bothered by it,” he chuckles. “I’m not a fan of dogs but it’s not like I hate them. Besides, I’m a goner for your daughters too, and I don’t want to do anything that might upset them even a little bit. The dog is staying and that’s final.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips “Thank you.”
His eyes drop to my lips for a spell before his lips curl. “You hold onto that gratitude.”
I cock my head. Before I can ask him what he means by that, we reach his room and he holds the door open for me. Ienter and then pause when I find we’re not alone. Charlie is there, lounging on a chair by the opposite wall next to Wes’ bed.
“Charlie?” I hear the door close behind me and glance questioningly at Wes. He has a look on his face that I can’t quite decipher. I turn back to Charlie. “What’s going on?”
Wes’ boots click on the floor as he comes into view. I realize for the first time that he's dressed in a clean, pressed shirt and clean blue denim jeans. And is that a hint of cologne I smell? “Are you going somewhere?”
“I was,” he says. “Because I didn’t feel like staying in my room and moping all night.”
“Moping? About the dog?”
“No.” He grins. “About you.”
"About..." My breath hitches and I blink a few times. “About me?”
"Yes." He takes a few steps closer to me, and even though he’s not as imposing as his brothers, I feel like some of the air is slowly getting sucked out of the room. “You have to have realized Patty that I’m crazy about you.”
Whatever little breath I managed to retain goes whooshing out. I shift back, shaking my head.
“I mean it’s obvious. I think about you all the time. When we fooled around in my car… I have to tell you that's one of the hottest encounters I've ever had. I dream about it. A lot. I think about it an unhealthy amount of time every single day. I'm jacking off so much I fear I'll go blind. This is weird for me, Patty. I'm not really the type to fantasize about one woman, but you've consumed my thoughts entirely...” His gaze darkens as my back hits the wall. He props his hand on the wall above my head. “I want you fiercely Patty. I thought it was something that would go away if I ignored it, or if I headed out to Cockrey’s and got blind drunk and got off with some local girl, but it doesn’t look like it will. I don’t feel like trying to get rid of it at this point. I’ve decided to just give into the madness and stop fighting it so damn hard.”
A breath passes through my lips as he leans down. He’s blocking my view of Charlie now but I can’t forget he’s there, watching us. Watching his brother say that he’s apparently crazy about me.
As much as Wes’ words are frying my brain, I can’t help but think about why he's saying this in front of his brother.
And then Wes answers my questions before I can ask. “The only problem with this scenario is, that my brother wants you too, as fiercely as I do. And he’s not willing to back down." He gestures behind him and his eyes drop to my lips again. "I could keep fighting him for you, but I've decided not to. I think ultimately, our fighting is going to hurt you and as irritating as he is, I don’t want to hurt him either by keeping you all to myself." He smiles slowly, wicked heat gleaming in his gaze. "Charlie's lucky that I’ve never been the selfish type anyway. I've always been good at sharing and I don't want to force you to choose between the two of us."
“What are you saying?” My words are breathless from the combination of Wes’ gaze, Charlie’s proximity, and the nature of our conversation.
“I’m saying that it doesn’t have to be one or the other,” Wes whispers, licking his lips while staring at mine. “You can have both of us, together if you want. And in that way, we can both have you.”
“That’s…” A foolish idea. It’s scandalous. Deviant. Totally unacceptable.
And so utterly titillating.
Already the images fill my head of the three of us together. Wes kissing me. Charlie is sucking my nipples. Wes' cock in my mouth with Charlie pushing into my pussy.
Oh God, the two of them together would drive me to the very pinnacles of ecstasy. It would drive me out of my mind with passion.
It would be insane, but insanely good. The thought is making my body heat up, my nipples pucker, my pussy dampening.
My next breath hits Wes right on the lips.
