Page 13 of Brothers Best Friend Cowboy

Maggie

Naked, Emery is a statue. He’s tall, built, and his cock is bigger than I’d imagined a cock could be. If I were comparing it, I’d say it’s something close to an extra-large banana. A thick, needy banana, that needs to be devoured.

I stroke him back and forth, licking the tip of his cock as I straddle his frame, and grind my pussy against his beard.

We’re trying to be quiet, but the way he growls against me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. He’s hard and fast with his tongue but his beard scratches in ways I can’t quite describe… and I’m trying. Through all the movements of indescribable pleasure, I’m making mental notes of everything he does, committing every move to memory in case he bolts after this. In case he realizes this whole thing is one giant mistake, I need to be able to access this memory to compare every night to it going forward.

I take his cock in deeper, gripping his tight balls in my hand as he sinks into my throat. I gag on his length, which seems to turn him on.

He groans against my pussy and presses his fingers in deeper, flicking my clit with his tongue.

How did I end up here? How did everything go so right that I’m somehow getting everything I’ve ever wanted?

For a second, I think of how fucked up Dodge would be if he found out, but I push the feeling away and focus on the present. I’ve waited too long to have this. Nothing is going to ruin it.

Pumping up and down over and over, I suck Emery’s cock as I grind my hips against his beard. His hands cup my ass and hold me close as he moans into my pussy.

“You better stop, sweet girl. I’ll—”

“Hey, guys. I’ve been calling for…what the fuck?” Dodge stands in the doorway, his jaw slacked, his eyes wide. He slaps his hand over his face and steps into the hall, his voice deep and growled as he says, “You have three fucking seconds to get decent, Emery, or I’ll come in there and break your fucking, naked spine.”

My heart squeezes as I glance at Emery. “I’m so sorry. Let me talk to him.”

“No, you’re not doing this alone.” He kisses my forehead and slides up from the bed, tugging on his board shorts.

“Three… two…” Dodge counts in the hallway like some maniac I don’t recognize.

I pull on a sundress laying on the floor and pop up from the bed, pressing between Dodge and Emery who both stand at the door staring at each other like two wild animals, neither willing to back down.

“Dodge, we need to talk.” My voice is still meek. I’m terrified of what Dodge will do. He’s been protective of me since our parents passed. He got me through junior high and the terrible teens. I owe him more than he’ll ever know.

“Dodge!” I say again, this time my hand on his shoulder.

He manages to look away from Emery long enough to see me, though his face is still contorted and twisted with anger. “What?” he grumbles.

“You’re going crazy. I know you love me, and I’m so thankful for you, but I deserve love, right?”

“Yeah, just not with him!”

“Why? You know him. Youlove him. You trust him. I know he wouldn’t hurt me. Why is it so offensive to you? Do you think I’m not good enough for him?”

“Don’t,” Dodge mutters. “You know that’s not it.”

“What is it then? Our age difference? Because you clearly don’t have that issue with Ash.” I’m getting brazen and sarcastic now. Maybe it will work, and maybe it will blow up in my face. Either way, with Emery’s hand on the small of my back, I feel stronger.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Dodge.” Emery’s tone is low. “I’ve held back on pursuing anything with her for years out of respect for you. But this weekend, I don’t know… it caught me off guard.”

“Years? You’ve been drooling over her for years?” There’s contempt in Dodge’s voice. His fists are balled, and his jaw is tight.

“Years.” Emery doesn’t back down. He stands tall and pulls me into his arms. “And I’ll love her all the years to come. So if you need to punch me in the face, get it—”

Before I can stop it, Dodge’s fist propels forward and lands on Emery’s jaw.

I stare up at Dodge. My big brother. The man I’ve always looked up to and admired. “You’re out of line.”

I turn toward Emery, who’s gripping his chin and wiping the blood from his face. “Let’s go get you some ice.”

Emery nods and wraps his arm around my shoulder before glancing back at Dodge. “If I could stop this feeling, I would. Trust me. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Not you, not Maggie, no one. But this is different. This, our feelings, can’t be stopped. I love your sister, and that’s not going to change. So when you want to talk, I’ll be up at my cabin.”

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