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Authors: Cheyenne Meadows
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"I'll worry about you, too."
One large hand reached over to cup her cheek, turning her head until her eyes met his. Leaning in, he brought their lips together, seeking the pleasure and sweet taste he savored once before. She returned his attentions, sending fire directly from his mind down to his groin. With a low moan, he opened her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in for a deeper taste.
Lily drew a ragged breath, but allowed his explorations, giving back, as she shyly moved to run her tongue across his.
That simple action spurred his libido. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he tugged her closer, as he reclaimed control of the kiss, pushing for greater depth, starving for another taste of sweet essence that belonged solely to Lily. Ambrosia. Her tentative responses reminded him to focus on slow and steady even as they heated his blood to a frenzied state. She could burn him to a pile of ashes at this rate. If her kiss was this hot, what would it be like to lay her down on the king sized bed, spread out for him to see and appreciate? His engorged cock would spear inside, separating those glorious, glistening, pink folds on his way to the promised land.
"Earth to Cale."
Dillon's voice broke into his erotic daydream.
Lily pulled back, face flushed from passion or embarrassment, or a mixture of both. Cale hoped it was the former.
Tearing his gaze from Lily, he glanced at his brother. Dillon stood behind the couch with what could only be called a shit eating grin on his face. So much for keeping his feelings for their host under wraps. "Don't you have someone else to bedevil?"
Dillon chuckled deeply, looking first at Cale then to Lily before returning once again. "Nope."
Cale snorted, shifting to ease the tightness below.
"If you will excuse me, dinner should be done." With that said, she retreated.
Cale glared at his younger brother, frustrated with the inopportune interruption. "What is it?"
"I thought the poor girl needed to come up for air." Dillon's wicked grin told the real story.
Dillon would never pass up a chance to give him a hard time. That was the job of a younger brother after all. He was going to kick Dillon's ass for interrupting them and sending Lily scurrying off like a wild filly at the first glimpse of a cowboy with a saddle.
"I think you must like her." Dillon's whisper carried to Cale's ears.
Not liking the topic of conversation, Cale ignored him until Dillon plopped down beside him and elbowed him hard in the gut. His low growl didn't deter the kid, either.
"She's a good woman. Reminds me of Della. Someone a man can come home to, who will be there for him, and love him to pieces."
"We're leaving after Thanksgiving." The tone brooked no argument.
Dillon grinned. "Then you better get in gear, big bro. Not much time to make that pretty girl yours."
A scowl formed on Cale's face. "I… can't."
"Can't or won't?"
"We're leaving… soon. She doesn't deserve to be left broken-hearted with no hope of a relationship. She needs a man who will come home every night, shower her with kisses, and hold her through the long cold nights." His own words sank deep, hitting him like a punch to the gut. Damn it. It's true. I want to be that man. "She needs more than what I can offer. A life on the run with no rest or safety. That's no way to raise a family."
"Why not you?" Dillon questioned again.
Throwing his arms up in frustration, Cale faced his brother, barely noticing when Hope jumped down, obviously uncomfortable with his jerky motions. "Have you forgotten what we do? How dangerous it is? Not only for us, but for anyone linked to us? How can I play with her emotions, run off, leaving her alone and unprotected, while I do my job, perhaps never seeing her again?"
Dillon's lips compressed once more. "You don't think I've considered each and every one of those arguments before? Believing that Della would be better off finding another man with a more stable lifestyle? Let me tell you something she
One large hand reached over to cup her cheek, turning her head until her eyes met his. Leaning in, he brought their lips together, seeking the pleasure and sweet taste he savored once before. She returned his attentions, sending fire directly from his mind down to his groin. With a low moan, he opened her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in for a deeper taste.
Lily drew a ragged breath, but allowed his explorations, giving back, as she shyly moved to run her tongue across his.
That simple action spurred his libido. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he tugged her closer, as he reclaimed control of the kiss, pushing for greater depth, starving for another taste of sweet essence that belonged solely to Lily. Ambrosia. Her tentative responses reminded him to focus on slow and steady even as they heated his blood to a frenzied state. She could burn him to a pile of ashes at this rate. If her kiss was this hot, what would it be like to lay her down on the king sized bed, spread out for him to see and appreciate? His engorged cock would spear inside, separating those glorious, glistening, pink folds on his way to the promised land.
"Earth to Cale."
Dillon's voice broke into his erotic daydream.
Lily pulled back, face flushed from passion or embarrassment, or a mixture of both. Cale hoped it was the former.
Tearing his gaze from Lily, he glanced at his brother. Dillon stood behind the couch with what could only be called a shit eating grin on his face. So much for keeping his feelings for their host under wraps. "Don't you have someone else to bedevil?"
Dillon chuckled deeply, looking first at Cale then to Lily before returning once again. "Nope."
Cale snorted, shifting to ease the tightness below.
"If you will excuse me, dinner should be done." With that said, she retreated.
Cale glared at his younger brother, frustrated with the inopportune interruption. "What is it?"
"I thought the poor girl needed to come up for air." Dillon's wicked grin told the real story.
Dillon would never pass up a chance to give him a hard time. That was the job of a younger brother after all. He was going to kick Dillon's ass for interrupting them and sending Lily scurrying off like a wild filly at the first glimpse of a cowboy with a saddle.
"I think you must like her." Dillon's whisper carried to Cale's ears.
Not liking the topic of conversation, Cale ignored him until Dillon plopped down beside him and elbowed him hard in the gut. His low growl didn't deter the kid, either.
"She's a good woman. Reminds me of Della. Someone a man can come home to, who will be there for him, and love him to pieces."
"We're leaving after Thanksgiving." The tone brooked no argument.
Dillon grinned. "Then you better get in gear, big bro. Not much time to make that pretty girl yours."
A scowl formed on Cale's face. "I… can't."
"Can't or won't?"
"We're leaving… soon. She doesn't deserve to be left broken-hearted with no hope of a relationship. She needs a man who will come home every night, shower her with kisses, and hold her through the long cold nights." His own words sank deep, hitting him like a punch to the gut. Damn it. It's true. I want to be that man. "She needs more than what I can offer. A life on the run with no rest or safety. That's no way to raise a family."
"Why not you?" Dillon questioned again.
Throwing his arms up in frustration, Cale faced his brother, barely noticing when Hope jumped down, obviously uncomfortable with his jerky motions. "Have you forgotten what we do? How dangerous it is? Not only for us, but for anyone linked to us? How can I play with her emotions, run off, leaving her alone and unprotected, while I do my job, perhaps never seeing her again?"
Dillon's lips compressed once more. "You don't think I've considered each and every one of those arguments before? Believing that Della would be better off finding another man with a more stable lifestyle? Let me tell you something she
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