Page 119 of Brooke's Bliss
He could give her something even better.Anticipation racedalong his spine.He had to take a deep breath or he wouldn’t last, and hewanted this moment to last.
“I love you, Brooke,” he said, placing a kiss on the smallof her back.
“I love you, Brooke,” his brother echoed.
“I love you both so much,” Brooke replied.
And then he wasn’t thinking about anything except how to getinside her.Carefully, he placed himself at her entrance, pressing gentlyinside.Bay held her hips, keeping her still for Shane’s invasion.
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at thesensation of his cockhead breaching her.Pure pleasure swamped him.So fuckingtight.She was so tight.And right.He had to be careful, had to check thatprimal instinct that told him to mark this woman in every way he could.He hadthe urge to slam inside her but she was precious to him, so he took his time.Circling her, rimming her and thrusting in short passages.
He nearly forgot how to breathe when she relaxed and he slidfully inside.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Bay said, his voice shaky.
“Speak for yourself,” Brooke shot back, soundingbeleaguered.“I’m too full.You’re both too big.”
Bay laughed and Shane felt it, the low rumble moving acrosshis cock.“We are not.We fit just right.Show her, Shane.”
He carefully eased out, tilting so he rubbed every nerve.
Brooke gasped and her back bowed, coming up off Bay’s chest.
“That’s right, baby,” Bay crooned.“That’s what we want.”
She clenched around him and he damn near lost it.Shane tooka deep breath and gave her another thrust and then a slow retreat.She criedout, and that was all it took.
They were off, this dance between the three of them hiswhole world now.
All that mattered was finding the rhythm that brought themtogether, that melded the parts of his soul he feared he would never find,never feel slide into place like a puzzle he’d known he would never solve.
She was the solution.
She called out, her body going stiff as she rode out herorgasm.
It sparked his own, shooting pleasure through his body.Thesensation seemed to last forever as he kept thrusting in and pulling out, andwhen he was completely spent he fell forward and the three of them were in apile on the bed.
The moment was warm and intimate and perfect.It waseverything he’d ever wanted from a woman.She was between them.
“See, that would not have worked in the tiny house,” Brookesaid, still dragging air into her lungs.“I don’t know how my brothers makethat work.”She hissed.“Eww.I did not need to think about that.”
Bay laughed, looking younger and more free than he ever did.He rolled over and kissed their soon-to-be wife.“Well, baby, we’ll have togive you something else to think about.We should change places.”
Brooke was smiling even as she argued.
Shane laid back, ready for everything the night had tooffer.
* * * *
Brooke Harper soon-to-be Kent looked around thegallery and realized everything was coming together.Finally.She’d spent allof her life working slavishly toward a goal only to figure out the job wasn’tthe destination.They were.
“He’s got such a unique perspective,” one of the New Yorkinfluencers was saying as he studied a big canvas Bay calledThe CowboyRetires.It was an oil painting he’d done from a sketch he’d made while onthe rodeo circuit.The painting had a haunting quality to it.
Brooke could never put a real finger on what it was aboutBay’s work that touched her.It was more than his masterful use of color andshadow.More than the rustic lines of his sculptures.There was somehow a glowto all of Bay’s work.Like it was lit from within, as though he placed a pieceof his soul in every work of art.
“It says so much.”A second man stood next to theinfluencer.This one was gorgeous in his brand-new suit and tie that made herkind of want to rip them off him.“This painting… I can feel the pain.The lossof a proud culture as the world moves on from it.”
Shane was hyping up his brother’s work, and he could lay iton thick.
