“I’m going to get washed up.” She escaped to the bathroom, desperate to get away from the feelings Damon inspired in her. A man like him could destroy her because she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to fall in love. Closing the door softly behind her, she ran some water into the bath. Everything was simplistic and plain, exactly what she’d expect in a small cabin home. It was perfect.
Damon had told her before to make herself at home, and she tried to do so without outstaying her welcome. Stripping off her clothes, she noticed the bruises on her skin, which still hadn’t faded. She sighed. Opal had tried to find herself, and all she’d succeeded in doing was nearly killing herself. Once she sank into the water, the warmth seeped into her bones, relaxing her.
Running a hand down her stomach, she thought of Damon and Caleb. When it came to the brothers, she found it next to impossible to think about one without the other. They were opposites but also one. Her body came alive. Heat flooded her pussy, and her nipples tightened as she imagined both men touching her, loving her. It would feel so good to have their rough hands all over her curves, their lips caressing her flesh.
She hadn’t misheard Damon the other day about what they wanted. He’d been honest with her. They shared their women. Everything in their life, they did together, and even though she tried to fight the fantasies those words conjured up, she couldn’t. Touching her tits, she toyed with her nipples, biting her lip as a moan built up inside her. She didn’t release it, and kept it down, not wanting to be heard. The last thing she wanted was for Damon to know what she was doing.
Would it be such a big problem?
She didn’t know if she wanted to answer her own question.
Her thoughts were all over the place.
Opal slid a hand down her body, touching her pussy, cupping herself. She’d been overly sensitized since first seeing the brothers in the morning. Rubbing the palm of her hand against her clit, the pleasure was instant, and she gasped as it went through her entire body, hardening her nipples. What would it be like to have to men worship her? For them both to want her body.
Damon and Caleb were sexy men, with a no-holds-barred vibe that pulled her in. They were both so different and she liked them together, like two halves of a whole.
Moving her palm up, she slid her fingers across her clit, and closed her eyes, thinking of their lips on her body. She imagined them touching her, placing her on the bed, and each of them kissing her body. They’d suck on her breasts, not one part of her left untouched or unwanted.
That was what she craved more than anything, to be wanted. No one had ever taken the time to get to know her, and just the thought of the brothers wanting her filled her with hope.
She came with a few strokes against her clit, and the orgasm wasn’t exactly thrilling. It never had been. Her orgasms were a release of the pressure, but nothing special. She had a feeling Damon and Caleb had the experience to show her a thing or two about being taken, being fucked. Unfortunately, they could have any woman they wanted, so why would they settle for the ugly duckling?
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Hearing Opal’s lackluster orgasm pissed off Damon. All he wanted to do was take her from the bathroom, spread her on his bed, and eat her pussy so she knew what a real orgasm felt like. Instead, he had to listen to the little moan, and even the finale was pitiful.
This woman hadn’t had a man’s touch, and he wanted to change that, to show her how good it could be with two men. He’d been with a lot of women, so it didn’t take long for him to peg her as a virgin. The thought of claiming her, breeding her, owning her was too much. He’d been pent up since she showed up, but he refused to let it affect his mood. Damon’s only outlet was physical punishment, so he left the cabin before he did something he’d regret.
Bringing the axe down on another plank of wood, it shattered in two, and it didn’t help his mood at all. Caleb was pissing him off with all of his serious man bullshit, and right now, his desire to be fucking selfish was riding him high. What was wrong with taking Opal as their own? It wasn’t like he planned on using and discarding her. She’d be their woman. Their everything.
He’d seen the pleasure on Opal’s face as she listened to the quiet sounds of the wilderness surrounding the cabin. By her own words, she was poor, which meant her life back home was nothing to covet. She probably lived in a rundown apartment building that was more suited to being demolished than refurbished.
Damon had explored the city at great length. The poor parts and the wealthy parts. Their uncle had asked them to try to involve themselves in city life, and to make a go of it.
From the start, he’d done what he’d been asked to do, and what he found hadn’t enthralled him. It had turned him off. The city was a cesspool, and he was just as eager to escape as his brother.
Caleb thought he lived in a fucking fantasy land for being hopeful. He wasn’t naïve to the evils in the world, but he chose not to dwell on them. Pushing the bullshit and pain away made life tolerable. He’d learned that once his parents died.
“Any reason you’re attacking our firewood?” Caleb asked, leaning against the porch railing.
He ignored his brother and placed another log on the tree trunk, lifted the axe, and brought it down.
Before they died, their mother would often watch their father chop wood, doing all the manly chores that living in the wilderness demanded of him. Their father taught them almost everything they knew.
“Why do you think our parents decided to live out here?” Caleb asked.
Chopping another plank of wood, he lifted the axe out, and stared at his brother. “We know they were wealthy. Money was never a problem.”
“No one would accept our mom,” Caleb said.
“What?”
“I asked our uncle that question one night, and he told me that the moment Dad saw her, he wanted her. She was some waitress or something. Our grandparents didn’t approve. They wanted someone from wealth to marry their son.”
“How did I not know this?” Damon asked.
“Did you ask?”
He shook his head. “No, I didn’t ask.” He placed the axe against the tree trunk, and sat down, not caring about the uneven surface. Damon took a deep breath, calming the beast within.
“Is this about our mom and dad, or is this about a certain woman who’s cleaning up our home?”
“I heard her in the bathroom,” Damon said, running a hand down his face.
“You heard her what?”
“I heard her touching herself. She was trying to give herself an orgasm.” He chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t call it an orgasm. She gasped at the end but that was about it.” He shook his head. “I know you want to wait, and you don’t think she’s the one, but I’m telling you, she is.”
“I never said she’s not the one, Damon. I’ve asked you not to get your hopes up because I don’t want to see you sad. You’re my brother. My little brother. You see the world as sunshine and rainbows.”
“I know the world is a fucked-up mess, Caleb. I know our way of life isn’t understood by a lot of people. Even our uncle never understood why our parents did what they did. We do, and we know this is what we want.” He stepped up close to Caleb. “Tell me that when you look at her, you don’t imagine her pregnant with our kid. That you can’t imagine her coming apart as we touch her.”