"She wouldn't go," I said. "Her idea of nature is placing an orchid in the kitchen window."
"She sounds like a shit load of fun," Connor said sarcastically.
I didn't know how to answer that. "She did the best she could." Did she? Just because I felt like I could write a hundred pages of things she could have done better, didn't mean they weren't reasons for it. I wasn't perfect either, after all.
"And your stepfather?" Riley asked. "It sounds like he didn't try very much either. And the stepbrother I want to punch in the face."
"Stepbrother?" Connor looked as though he might stop the vehicle so he could see my response to that question.
"Yes," I said quickly. I told him what I told Riley. That Brooks was the golden child of the family and we weren't close.
"You never fucked each other?" Connor sounded like he also wanted to punch him in the face.
"No, why? Do you want to watch?" I asked.
What was it with these guys and Brooks? They didn't even know the guy. Chances were, they'd never meet him. And yet, they had some idea in their heads about him and me. Was it some kind of fantasy they wanted to live out? Some kind of stepbrother kink?
Brooks was attractive enough, but he was certain he was better than me. That somehow having a university degree in business made him superior. Even though he seemed miserable and regretful every time anyone brought it up. The one time I asked him about it, he shot me down and walked away. I never asked again.
Now Connor did slow the vehicle to a stop, letting the others disappear out of sight. He turned to me, hazel eyes flashing.
"If you ever fuck anyone but me or Riley, you better fucking do it where we can watch. We're not letting anyone touch you without our knowledge or permission."
"I don't need your permission," I said tartly.
"The fuck you don't," he snarled.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, while rubbing the heel of his hand up and down his stubbled cheek. "If we didn't have to get up to the zip line, I'd spank your ass, then fuck you raw."
His words lit a fire that roared through my entire body. If my panties weren't already wet from the rafting, they certainly were now. I got the distinct impression Connor was the kind of man who knew how to throw a girl around and make them scream. Riley too. Between both of them, raw would be the right word. I'd be sore as fuck afterward.
More so than usual.
Riley groaned. "They'll notice if we don't show, won't they?"
"Yeah, they will," Connor said grudgingly. He shook his head and dropped his hands back to the steering wheel. "When we'redone for the day." He put his foot down, making the truck jump and almost slide on the gravel.
"Don't kill us," Riley said jokingly.
"Not today," Connor agreed. "I don't plan on dying until my cock feels the inside of Leah's pussy. And her mouth."
"If you keep talking like that, I'm going to come in my shorts," Riley complained.
Connor snorted. "Not my fault if you don't have any control."
"I have plenty of control," Riley argued. "Usually. Both of you together make my cock harder than a fucking rock. A guy can only have so much control in a situation like that. Don't tell me yours isn't ready to explode."
Connor didn't answer, but judging by the bulge in his pants, Riley was right.
The fire in my body became an inferno. Being pressed between two guys who were aroused for me was both hot and overwhelming.
I was used to artistic types. Quiet, thoughtful, always with an idea for a new piece rattling around in their heads. But these two, they were hard, rugged. Pure sex and muscle. Arrogance, attitude and possessiveness.
I'd never met anyone like them.
"We'll be driving for at least ten minutes," Connor said. "Leah, help him with his self-control." After a moment he added, "Help him to lose it."
I looked from him to Riley. Down to Riley's groin.
