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  Connor’s last breath was trapped inside his lungs. Desire raced through his veins, leaving a fine layer of sweat on his skin in its wake. He glanced over to Carson and found him unmoving, frozen in place with the same helpless stare.

  “It was his idea,” Carson eventually choked out in a gravelly accusation.

  “You agreed!” Connor elbowed him in the side as he reached for the button on his pants.

  Chapter Four

  Carson thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t have any buttons on his swim shorts. He shoved them over his hips and wrapped himself around his wife, letting out a sigh of relief when his skin finally touched hers.

  “I was going out of my mind not touching you,” he said as he kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbone to the plump swells of her breasts.

  “Why would you ever stop yourself from touching me?” she asked with a breathy desperation that set him on fire.

  “You’ve been working nonstop for months, baby.” Connor bracketed her other side, peppering her neck with fevered kisses. “And we both made love to you last night. We thought you needed a break, at least for a day.”

  “I wouldn’t have lasted longer than a day,” Carson said before sucking her nipple into his mouth, drawing a pleasured moan from her.

  “I don’t need a break from you,” she said, threading her fingers through Carson’s hair, holding his mouth to her breast. “I’ve been aching for you both since we stepped off the helicopter.”

  Carson sucked in a hissing breath when she reached out and curled her fingers around his cock, giving him a strong stroke from root to tip. “Holy—darlin’, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

  “I just want a taste,” she said as she sank to the edge of the bed and pulled him closer. She lowered her head and sucked him into her hot mouth, reaching for Connor with her other hand.

  Carson’s knees buckled at the exquisite warmth and the silkiness of her tongue as she glided it along his shaft and swirled it around the sensitive rim at the tip. “Damn, you’re so good at that.”

  She replaced her mouth with her hand, continuing to stroke him while she leaned over and took Connor into her mouth, giving him the same spine-tingling caress, drawing out the same reaction.

  Carson watched as she tongued his brother’s cock, his body strung tight with need and humming with anticipation. As good as she felt, as hot as it was to watch her, he couldn’t stand there any longer.

  The second she pulled off of Connor’s cock, Carson lifted her up and slid her onto the center of the mattress. “I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” he said as he parted her legs and...

  “What’s this?” He fingered the silicone ring peeking out from her ass.

  She drew her knees together and, even in the candle and moonlight, he could see her blushing from the tips of her ears to her taut little nipples. “I wanted to be ready for you, so I tried some new anal beads I bought before the wedding.”

  “Dear God in heaven,” Connor said as he crashed onto the mattress beside Carson. “Have you been wearing these the whole time?”

  “Since I took my shower,” she admitted with a shy nod. “I didn’t think I’d make it through the walk, and by dinner I was going crazy.”

  “Baby,” Connor sighed. “You’re going to kill me with all these new things you keep surprising us with.”

  Breezy giggled, and then arched beneath them with a moan as Carson gave the pink ring a gentle tug. Holy hell, she was on the edge right there with them. If he thought he was hard before, Carson was now only one second away from coming. He needed time to regather himself, or this was going to be over before they could give her what she wanted.

  Carson laid on his back beside her and pulled her astride him, urging her forward until her thighs straddled his face and took a deep whiff of her intoxicating scent that was now his forever. “Lean forward, darlin’. Let Con work that out of your pretty ass while I take the edge off for you.”

  He hooked his arms around her thighs and drew her down, opening his mouth over her bare pussy, her salty-sweet taste exploding over his tongue. Damn, he could get used to the feel of her bare lips against his.

  “Ahh!” She sighed as she arched above him, her hips rolling, grinding herself against his mouth as Connor played with her new toy. “Take it out, please,” she begged with a shuddering groan.

  “Relax, baby. Let me make you come for Car first.”

  Oh yes. Please make her come. Carson doubled his efforts, paying special attention to her clit as Connor worked the beads in and out of her. With each flick of his tongue, she ground herself harder against him. He pushed the tip of his tongue deep inside and nicked her sensitive bud with his teeth, a little nip, just the way she liked it. She whimpered as her inner walls contracted around him. She was close. So close.

  “Come for us, baby. Let Car taste how much you want us.”

  “I want you inside me first,” she pleaded. “Both of you.”

  Carson felt her relax and knew the second Connor succumbed to her plea. He gave her pussy one last lick before he released her and helped her slide down his body. “I love you,” he said as he captured her mouth, kissing her deep and hard before he let her go, knowing that she would eventually share her taste with his twin.

  She positioned herself over his cock and was about to take him inside her. It took every ounce of Carson’s will to stop her. “Wait,” he said and motioned for her to turn around.

  “Reverse cowgirl?” she asked as she turned around and straddled his hips with her back to him.

  “Not quite. Lay back against me,” Carson instructed.

  She leaned back against his chest, the back of her head resting against his shoulder. He draped her legs over his parted thighs, raising his knees so that she was spread wide for Connor. “Bear down on my cock when I tell you to,” he said as he reached down and guided himself to her ass. He flexed his hips upward and pressed the head of his cock against her already stretched ring of muscles.

  “Oh, I like where this is going,” Connor said with a wicked chuckle.

  “Now, darlin’. Let me inside you.” She drew in a ragged breath, bearing down on him as he pushed easily inside her, sliding almost to the hilt before she released a low, slow moan and tightened around him, her body shuddering atop his at the exquisite pressure.

  “Yes,” she muttered next to his ear. “I can feel so much more of you this way.” He could feel more of her, too, and if he didn’t get to move soon he was done for.

  “Are you ready for Con?” he asked her, kissing her sweaty temple. “Look at him, Breezy. He needs you just as much as I do.”

  Breezy reached out to Connor, beckoning him to them. Connor crawled between her legs and positioned himself above her, taking his time to suckle her nipple before he pushed up and captured her mouth in a deep, invading kiss.

  “Mmm,” he hummed as she turned her head and deepened their kiss.

  Carson palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers, drawing out another of her mewling whimpers. She pressed up into his palms, covering his hands with her own and kneaded her breasts with him.

  Perched on one arm, Connor reached down with his other hand and positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re ours,” he said as he braced himself above them and pushed inside her.

  “Completely,” Breezy whimpered as she reached up and wrapped her arms around Connor’s back, pulling him deeper inside her.

  Carson bit his lip as Connor seated himself to the hilt, the space inside her full and tight and—holy fucking hell—if they didn’t start moving he was cooked. “Breezy,” he said through his gritted teeth. She tipped her head up to look at him and he kissed her.

  Connor began to move and Carson moved with him. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” Her body shifted between them as they moved in tandem. Slow and sensual, Connor slid out and Carson pushed back inside, the silky friction sending shudders through them all.

  Carson felt the added
weight as Connor pressed down on her and circled his hips. Her sensual cry was music to his ears as his brother rotated his pelvic bone against her clit and rocked in and out of her pussy. The sudden shift changed Connor’s angle inside her and she tightened around them, intensifying his pleasure by innumerable degrees. Carson choked back a cry of his own, and then another, until he was no longer able to contain the searing pleasure he felt.

  “Ahhhhhh!” All sense of rhythm gone, Carson pumped wildly inside her, his hips jerking beneath her, his legs burning with each upward stroke.

  “Move your hands,” Connor ordered him with a labored pant.

  Carson released her breasts, reaching out to fist twin handfuls of the sheet below them to both steady himself and keep himself anchored to the bed lest he come completely unglued and rocket out into space.

  “Beautiful,” Connor said as he watched her breasts bounce with each of his powerful strokes. “Come with us baby,” he said before he lowered his head and covered one taut nipple with his mouth.

  Carson nipped her earlobe as he thrust one final time and she came apart between them.

  “I love you!” she shouted, the cool night air carrying her words to the stars above them.

  Carson let go and embraced his release, shouting unintelligible curses as he filled her over and over with his seed.

  His head thrown back in agonizing decadence, Connor drove inside her one final time, a sated groan clawing its way from deep inside before he collapsed on top of them in a boneless heap.

  Breezy trembled between them, her residual shudders gripping their cocks, all three of them struggling to breathe. With the weight of both of them pressing against his chest, Carson struggled to drag in a satisfying breath, but he was reluctant to ask them to move. More than at any other time, this, to him, was when they were truly one with her, loving her in equal measure, together with their bodies, their souls and their whole hearts.

  Chapter Five

  The sky was grey. A lazy rain fell on the cabana roof, each drop rolling to the edge and dripping down in a steady rhythm in front of the window at which Breezy sat, listening to the unique tune of each drop. Connor had taught her how to hear the music in the rain, something that had made her relish every rainy day, no matter where they were.

  Each day of their honeymoon had been an adventure thus far. They’d hiked through the rain forests in Belize, spent a day swimming and making love at a private spring hidden away in the mountains. The island’s boat captain had sailed them out to the Blue Hole they’d flown over the day they arrived, and they spent that whole day snorkeling the surrounding reef, even seeing a large pod of whale sharks surface not far from their boat.

  Carson and Connor had tried to talk her into going on a zip-line ride, but she quickly discovered her adventurous limits. Her legs had shaken so badly on the climb up to the launching tower, by the time she reached the top she couldn’t even stand.

  Their guide had driven her to the bottom of the trail where she met her two very excited and handsome husbands. Their adrenaline high had lasted for hours and spilled over into another insatiable night of lovemaking beneath the stars. Every night, and every morning, they had loved her with uninhibited passion.

  As she’d learned early in their relationship, sometimes she would love them together, and other times she’d get to make love with them individually. She looked forward to those times with just as much anticipation. Her time in the waterfall shower with Carson had ruined her. She was determined to have something similar added to the plans for their new home.

  The previous day had been her favorite day thus far. The edge of the storm had rolled in early that morning. The wind had driven them inside for most of the day where they’d slept in late, lazed in the whirlpool tub and sipped fruity rum drinks from hollowed-out coconuts as they played a spirited game of Guitar Hero on the projection television. Carson was such a sore winner. He not only kicked their butts, but reminded them at every turn for the next hour.

  She’d spent the evening listening to them strum away on their own guitars, singing some of their favorite songs and even letting her listen to one of their new ones they’d yet to record. She’d always been in awe of their talent, but their new sound possessed the unity they’d found since their reconciliation. They truly were best friends and brothers again, twins in every way and they each owned an equal half of her heart.

  “What are you thinking about, baby.” Dressed only in a pair of shorts, Connor slid onto the cushion behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she peered over the back of the couch at the rainy sky.

  “Everything,” she said, resting her cheek against his. He was always so warm.

  Connor chuckled. “You said only one word, but I heard so many things in the way you said it.” He pressed his lips against her hair and kissed her temple. “Is the rain making you melancholic?”

  “No, not at all.” She turned to see him smiling his lazy smile. “I love the rain. I love you and Car so much. This has been...I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect honeymoon.”

  “But...”

  Breezy sighed, not wanting them to think for a moment that she hadn’t loved their time on the island. She’d enjoyed every second of the two weeks they’d loved and laughed together, but she knew that their time in Belize was special, surreal and isolated from the real world. The storm had provided a lull in their adventure and created a longing for home. She was ready to begin their life together with them at Falcon Ridge. “I think I’m a little homesick.”

  A weighted breath rushed from Connor’s lips and his forehead fell against her shoulder. “Me too,” he said. “I love it here, and we’re definitely coming back, but I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, in our own bed, under our own roof.”

  “And Jonah is leaving soon,” she reminded him. “I want to see him before he goes.”

  “Hey, Car!” Connor shouted over his shoulder.

  “One second!” Carson shouted back from the kitchen. He’d sent Leanne’s staff away for the day and spent the afternoon filling the cabana with the scent of his mother’s homemade spaghetti sauce. Maybe he, too, was feeling a little homesick. “What’s up?” he said as he rounded the corner. Breezy’s gaze lingered on his tanned, muscular frame. She loved seeing him barefoot and relaxed, wearing only a pair of loose fitting jeans. He had to be the sexiest chef on the planet.

  “Our Breezy girl is homesick,” Connor said, combing his fingers through the back of her hair with lazy strokes. “And to be honest, so am I.”

  “Thank God,” Carson said and crossed the room. He plopped down onto the cushion beside her with a wistful sigh. “I thought I was the only one.”

  Connor took her hand and brought it to his lips, his dimples winking at her as he smiled against her palm. “Let’s go home.”

  She laced the fingers of her other hand with Carson’s, knowing that her heart would always belong at Falcon Ridge with her two rock star cowboys. “Take me home.”

  ~*~*~ The End ~*~*~

  I couldn’t resist the opportunity to indulge in just a few extra chapters of Connor, Carson and Breezy. While this was short and sweet, my love affair with the McLendon family is far from over. If you love them as much as I do, please consider leaving a review. Be sure to sign up for my newsletter or follow me on one of my many social media hang-outs listed below for behind-the-scenes updates on what’s in store for them. Thank you for reading!

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