Candice Cooper, aka Candi, has loved the Dean brothers for years, since they were all gangly teenagers, tripping down the winding path to adulthood. When her father died, she said goodbye to her father’s farm and the Dean brothers and left. But even though she’d driven her rusty Oldsmobile out of town on that sad day so long ago, she’d left her heart behind. For years her memories and fantasies about Justin and Cody have haunted her. Every relationship she’s tried has failed. Now four years later, Candi returns to the home she once shared with her father and the two men who she can’t stop thinking about. She needs to either surrender to the desire burning in her soul or put them both out of her life and her heart forever.
But the brothers have other ideas.
Although their souls have withered since the day Candi left town, now that she’s back, they’re both fighting to overcome a fierce, desperate need for her. Fighting, and losing. They both love her. They both need her. And, if they can finally defeat the demons from their past, they’ll have her, and this time, they won’t let her go.
But to break from the grip of the darkness that has bound them may mean destroying the woman they love.
Warning: For adults only. Contains graphic scenes of dubious consent, taboo sex, anal sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, and menage a trois.
Candi sat up. It was no use. It was too fucking hot to sleep. And that kiss kept playing over and over and over in her head, making her that much hotter. She’d already masturbated twice. Her fingers still smelled of her musky sweet juices. But, still, she was tight all over, and her mind wouldn’t shut down.
She needed another kiss.
Or, better yet, she needed what that kiss had promised.
“Like that’s going to happen,” she whispered as she padded barefoot across the old, creaky wood floor toward the window.
There was no breeze. The air outside was still and muggy. In the distance, she heard the rumble of thunder. She saw the flicker of lightning far off to the north.
“What am I doing here? What?”
She told herself she’d come back here for some closure. After breaking up with her boyfriend and losing her job, she’d decided to make a move. Back home. She’d needed to see them--Justin and Cody. They’d haunted her thoughts and dreams for a long, long time, and she’d finally come to the conclusion, after drowning her sorrows in way too many margaritas, that she would never be able to have a healthy, solid relationship with a man until she either hooked up with one or both of the Dean brothers, or finally put that idea to rest.
It was looking like the latter would most likely happen. Not the former.
But then there was a soft knock. The doorknob rattled. And, when the door inched open, the hinges whined.
She was standing nude, in front of the window, moonlight and the occasional flash of lightning outside illuminating the room. It was pretty dark. But she knew who had come to pay her a visit. Her pussy clenched.
“Justin,” she whispered, tiptoeing toward the bed. He was headed there too. She beat him, sitting with her back resting against the old scarred wooden headboard. She pulled the sheet up, grasping it to her chest.
He sat next to her legs, stared into her eyes. “Why did you come here?”
“I had some unfinished business to take care of.”
“What ‘unfinished business’?”
Letting go of the sheet, she grabbed two hands full of silky, wavy hair and pulled until his mouth was crushing hers. She kissed him with all the passion she’d kept pent up inside for the past four years. Her tongue pushed inside his mouth, pulling in his flavor, exploring every decadent inch. His tongue found hers, stroked, conquered, possessed. And before she realized it, she was on her back, writhing beneath him. He swung a leg over her hip, straddling her body. His hands found her breasts, kneaded their soft fullness. His fingers flicked over her nipples, and little jabbing stabs of pleasure zipped and zoomed through her body.
“Ohmygod,” she murmured as she tipped her hips up. Her pussy ached, a pounding throb beating in time to her racing heartbeat. She needed a touch there, in her center. A stroke. No, she needed more than that. So much more.
“Dammit,” he murmured as he sprinkled kisses over her cheeks, her eyelids, her neck. “I don’t want to want you like this. It isn’t right.”
“Shut up. Just shut up.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. His palms and pads of his fingers were rough, calloused. They felt so fucking good on her sensitive nipples. “I don’t give a damn about what’s right or wrong. It just is. That’s all.”
“But I promised to protect you.” His hands skimmed down her body, and ripples of wanting quaked her. He called it wrong, but to her this was right. One hundred percent right. Her body had been waiting for this moment for a long time. His hands possessing her. His arms wrapped around her. His lips claiming her.
“Assholes like me.” He sat back, looking down upon her with dark eyes. His face was a mask of hard male need. But in his eyes she read something else. Indecision. Confusion.
“You’re not an asshole.” Lying like this, naked, sucking in great big gasps of air, she felt exposed and awkward.
As if he sensed how she felt, Justin pulled the sheet over her, covering her breasts. “I am if I let this go any further.”
“Why did you come in here tonight? It’s the middle of the night. You didn’t sneak into my room to discuss the weather.”
“I wanted to warn you about Cody.”
“Cody wants you.”
“Like you do?”
Even in the semi-darkness, Candi could see Justin’s face was turning red. “Like I do.”
“There’s no shame in it, Justin. None at all. Look at us. We’re attracted to each other. That’s normal. You and your brother are the sexiest men I’ve ever known. I’d have to be blind not to notice.” She pulled on his shoulder, coaxing him to lie next to her. She rolled on her side to face him. “You asked why I came here, and I’ll tell you. I came to see you. And Cody. I’ve been trying to push you two out of my head for the past four years. I’ve dated men. I was even engaged. But none of those relationships worked out. And you know why that is?”
Justin shook his head. A wave of thick hair flopped down over his forehead.
“Because I can’t stop wondering what if,” she said as she stared at his gorgeous face. He had a mole on his cheekbone, under his eye. It was so fucking sexy. And his eyes, a dark gray-blue, were the shade of a stormy sea.
“’What if’ what?”
“What if you and I and Cody allowed ourselves to actually acknowledge what we feel for each other.”
“no, it isn’t.”
“Yes, it is. We can’t do that.”
She wanted to scream. She wanted to pound on that broad chest of his until he caught her wrists in his fists and pinned them up over her head. “Why?”
“Because we just can’t. And I know you’re going to do your damned best to break me.” He rolled over top of her, caging her head between his bent elbows. “I’m warning you, don’t do it.”
Her breath caught in her throat. When he was like this, emanating raw power, like a wild animal on the verge of pouncing upon its prey, her nerves did crazy things. “Or what?”
“I promise, you’ll regret it.” He bent down, brushed his mouth over hers in a teasing almost-kiss, then heaved off of her. And before she had caught her breath again, he was gone.
“Wow,” she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes. “Now that should help me fall asleep.”