Page 65 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
But the thought is doused when Wes groans louder and says, “Fuck Patty.”
My stomach clenches hard with my fist.
Something coils inside me a mess of emotions so hard to identify but it renders me tense. Some of it is anger because this is the exact thing that led to a fight between Wes and Charlie. Why the fuck would Patty and Wes start this up again? Did they not even stop to think about Charlie’s feelings?
I feel like breaking the door in to give them a piece of my mind, but I don't want to embarrass Patty.
I tell myself my tension is simply because I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed that their actions will cause me more problems.
But at the end of the day, it’s none of my business. My brothers are grown up, and so is Patty. They can do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t affect anyone else.
If Patty chooses Wes, then Charlie will just have to understand and get over it. And so will I.
But as I walk away, the strain remains in my gut.
The thought of Patty and Wes continues to bother me the next day as I fell some more trees up in the northwest section of our land, where thirty years ago, dad had planted a large mixed stand of Englemann Spruce, Douglas Fir, and Lodgepole Pine that now needs thinning in order to promote faster growth. The sound of her moans tormented me throughout the night and I woke up this morning with a raging hard on.
When I let myself, I imagine why she was moaning. Did Wes have his tongue on her clit, was he licking it so delicately? Or did she like things rough? Did she enjoy being choked and forced to take her pleasure?
Fuck, this is such a fucked-up thing to think,I realize andI deliberately change the topic of my internal monolog back to planning the work ahead of me.
But I can't completely exorcize the thought so much that this morning I didn't pass by the kitchen to say hi to her like I usually do. Instead, I’d headed out before the sun broke so I could avoid the conversation and any awkwardness that might arise from it.
I remind myself over and over that it's not my fucking business, but I can't help but be indignant. I feel betrayed on Charlie’s behalf, and I tell myself that’s why I can't let this go.
I wait till mid-afternoon before I decide to go get some coffee. At this point, she should be out with either Wes or Charlie, dropping off the girls. The coast should be clear.
But I have miscalculated. By the time I get up the stairs, a sigh reaches me too late. I stop at the door staring.
The sight hits me right in the solar plexus, tightening my body to epic proportions. Furious lust erupts, chugging through my brain refusing to let me so much as breathe through the passion choking in my throat.
Charlie is eating her out on the dining table.
Her thighs are on either side of his head and his large hands are holding her open.
As she gasps and slowly undulates against his face, one of her hands is buried in his hair, and the other is at her own breasts. She’s holding her breast, plucking her nipples through the fabric and moaning into the air.
The sheer eroticism has me hard and aching in seconds.
I should leave, Ineedto leave but for the life of me, I can't get my body to move away. I would have to chop off my legs for that to happen. Instead, I grip the door jamb so hard that the splinters dig through my calloused palms. I watchPatty, the glorious goddess, unable to look away as she takes her pleasure from my giant brother.
And as she bites off a moan as Charlie groans, red-hot jealousy burns through me.
I can't even deny it anymore.
I'm jealous that it'shistongue inside her and notmine.
It takes me a second to realize that I’m hard. My hand moved of its own volition, gripping the front of my jeans.
A whistle pierces through the air from the opposite hallway, and I freeze.
Wes emerges, smiling deviously.
“So, you two were over here starting without me huh?” Wes says, sauntering in. “I’m hurt. I thought you would at least give me a warning.”
Charlie doesn’t respond but Patty reaches for him.
He walks across to them and kisses her, sending shockwaves rippling through me.
