Page 2 of Treasured

On my eighteenth birthday, they’d proposed.

But I had wanted more.

What a fool I’d been. I thought I knew better. Better than the Great Spirit who brought us together. Better than the arrow of love. Better than generations of Eagle Canyon lore.

And where did that get me? Well, my fingerprints are now on record with the FBI. Then there's the fact that I barely have enough money to make this drive to Eagle Canyon. Everyone I knew ghosted me. Hell, even my goldfish, Charlie, died while I was locked up.

I was left with no option but to call Aunt Maxine and ask if I could stay with her.

But it's only temporary. There’s nothing in Eagle Canyon for me.

CHAPTER1

Two weeks later

Tracy

"Yes, oh yes,"I moan. Creed grips the cheeks of my ass and my skirt rises up. He's behind me while his brother Jake stands in front of me, his hands cup the underside of my breasts and I lean toward him, willing our lips to meet.

Thankfully, he's of the same opinion and his mouth covers mine in a warm kiss. It starts out slow and gentle, like his hands on my breasts. But then everything heats up. His fingers knead the swells of my flesh, my nipples straining against the confines of my bra and blouse. His lips are possessive and insistent, forcing my mouth open for his tongue to explore and dominate.

A guttural sound emanates from deep in my chest and I work my fingers into the thick curls of his blond hair, gripping the back of his head and keeping him in place while our mouths meld together and my body tingles with the heat coursing through it.

I'm lost in the kiss, but not so lost that I don't notice Creed's hands stroking my inner thighs, working ever closer to the wetness of my core. He grips the edges of my panties and instead of pulling them down, he yanks them upward into the crack of my ass and tight to my pussy.

I gasp. The rough treatment only heightens my desire and when he works the soaking fabric of my panties back and forth through my pussy, I cling to his brother and rest my head on his shoulder. A climax is building in me and there will be no stopping it. I'm still fully dressed, but I'm desperate to feel flesh on flesh. On flesh. Both of them. Dark and brooding Creed with his silky braid of hair the color of midnight as well as playful yet powerful Jake with his blond hair and blue eyes.

Between them, they fulfill everything I need. Ever will need. Or want.

There's a ripping noise and my panties fly through the air and land on the floor somewhere behind Jake.

"Yes, oh yes," I whimper when Creed's fingers delve into the folds of my sex.

While that's happening, Jake opens the buttons on my blouse and flops my breasts over the top of my bra without even bothering to unhook it. We're all in a frenzy. My hands are inside Jake's pants, cupping his huge cock. I yank on his jeans, but of course he's wearing a belt with a massive buckle, just like any self-respecting cowboy would.

I whimper again, but this time it's from frustration.

"Need co-cock," I say in a strangled voice.

"Tracy! Tracy! It's time to get up!"

What's Aunt Max doing here? I jerk away from Jake, though Creed's hands linger on my pussy while I turn my head from side to side searching for my aunt. Oh God. I'll die of embarrassment if she catches us making out like this.

"Tracy! Your coffee is getting cold."

Coffee?

I writhe around and then realize...it was all a dream. My heart's pounding as I wake to the smell of fresh coffee wafting up to the second floor of Aunt Maxine's house. I lay there for a moment, reveling in the aftermath of the delicious dream.

A dream. A fantasy, I remind myself. Not reality. Never my reality.

Enjoying the sunlight coming into the room, I realize that I have slept the whole night through, for the first time I can remember in ages.

When I look toward the ceiling, I see something new hanging over the bed. I didn't notice it when I went to sleep last night, but it's there now.

A dreamcatcher.

I smile to myself and shake my head back and forth ruefully. No doubt it was hung there by Aunt Max.

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