When he looked at her, he saw the same beauty that Damon talked about. He also felt that yearning, the need to claim her, to make her theirs. It had been so long since they’d been with a woman. Sex had become an empty action, meaning nothing to him. He didn’t want sex to mean nothing. Or his life.
He wanted love, connection, and of course, rough dirty sex.
Staring at Opal, he imagined her naked, spread between him and his brother, taking their cocks, begging for more, and they’d be more than happy to give it to her.
His cock hardened at the thought, and he knew he had to get out of the room. Before he could say or do anything, his brother came in.
“Morning, everyone.” Damon moved to her other side before dropping down unceremoniously on the mattress. “Now, Caleb’s grumpy ways haven’t upset you, have they?” His brother reached forward and wiped the tear away.
“Caleb made me breakfast and tea. He also listened to me moan about how crappy my life is. He’s more than fine.” She squeezed his hand. “Thank you, to both of you. If you hadn’t come to get me, I could have died. I don’t want to die, and thank you so much for making me realize that.”
He didn’t like what he was hearing. To Caleb, her words could mean a great many things. One of them meaning that there was a time Opal had wanted to end her life, and that didn’t sit well with him.
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Over the next few days, Opal got used to seeing Caleb and Damon. Both brothers had a rustic appeal and homegrown muscles—she couldn’t stop sneaking peeks. They were so caring that she yearned to be their woman. How crazy was that? There was no way those two men wanted a woman like her. She’d been told many times over the years that she was too fat to ever be wanted. It was one of the reasons she’d wanted to end it all before coming on the retreat.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she decided that even though they would never want her, she’d enjoy their company and make the best of the situation. Both men were totally different. Damon was the fun one who liked to joke, and of course, flirt, while Caleb always seemed serious. He rarely joked, and he didn’t flirt.
There were many times when she’d catch Caleb looking at her in a way that made her think of sex, and all the dirty things she’d love to do with him. Even with her injury, she wanted to be with them, and that was completely crazy because she’d never been drawn to men in that way. Even at twenty-two she was still a virgin, and had expected to stay that way until she died.
“So, how does your ankle feel today, princess?” Damon asked, entering the room. He yanked open the curtains, the dust motes dancing in the sun rays. She loved when he sweet talked her, even though she assumed it was how he talked to every woman. The positive attention was new for her, and she thrived on it, craved it.
It was getting colder, and she’d heard them talking about a snowfall warning. Her ankle wasn’t broken, and the doctor said after a few days’ rest she should start to move around. It looked like that day was going to be today. Damon and Caleb had been carrying her to their bathroom so that she could use the toilet and wash. She needed to push for her independence if she wanted to get well.
She looked forward to a shower or even better, a bath.
Opal wiggled to the edge of the bed while he gathered her dishes. She lifted up off the mattress and took a step. There was a little pain but nothing to complain about. A big weight lifted off her shoulders knowing she was almost good as new.
“I think I’m fine.” She turned to find Damon staring at her. The sun shone through the window and when she looked down at her body, she saw that her night shirt had become transparent. Quickly covering her body, she offered him a shy smile. “I hope I don’t sound rude, but do you think I could have a bath?”
“You can have whatever you want.” He cleared his throat, and the playfulness was gone. She wanted the moment to mean so much more, but nobody could want her the way she needed. He just wanted no-strings sex.
Her nipples tightened as he turned away, his shirt stretching across his shoulders. Both men were ripped, all hard muscle, and from what they’d both told her, they worked the land by hand all the time.
They lived an amazing life.
Peace, tranquility, freedom.
She didn’t miss the city. Every time she listened, she heard the birds singing, or the sound of the trees rustling in the wind. Back in the city, it was all about cars honking or people shouting. The air was always thick with pollution, and everyone was always pissed off. Her old apartment had thin walls—babies screaming, people having sex,
and lots of yelling and cursing. She hated that life, and never wanted to go back to it. But what choice did she have?
Damon and Caleb had both been lucky to get away. The lifestyle they chose was one she’d love to be a part of. It would be a dream come true, one she hadn’t realized she had until staying with the brothers.
“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.