Page 25 of Take Me Slowly, Part 1 (Aurora Hollow duet #1)

LEAH

I sat between Connor and Riley as we bumped our way back toward the road. We were the last to leave, after the other vehicles carried the tourists to their cars and waiting buses.

"They'll take them up the mountain for zip lining." Connor's long fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel. "Then they'll end up at the Frosty Brew or wherever."

"Have you ever gone zip lining?" Riley curled his hand around mine.

"No," I admitted. "My mother would have lost her mind if I did." Anything that resembled risk was a no-go, as far as she was concerned. Maybe she didn't want the hassle if I broke a limb. Or my neck.

"We won't tell." Connor glanced over at me quickly before turning his attention back to the dirt track.

"What's she going to do anyway?" Riley asked. "Leah is an adult. She's too old to be grounded."

"But not too old to be spanked," Connor said. "By Riley and me."

My face heated. "What else do you do up here? On the adventure tours, I mean." I ignored Riley's grin.

"Bungee jumping," Connor said. "I want to get one of those chairs that swing out over nothing. There's a ravine further up the mountain that would be good for that."

"Is that where Josiah lives?" I asked.

Both of them stiffened.

"Close to there," Riley said, clearly not wanting to elaborate. "Your mom kept you on a tight leash?"

I slid my gaze over to him.

"You said she'd lose her shit if you did anything fun like zip lining," he said for clarification.

"It wasn't so much that she kept me on a tight leash," I said slowly. "She would have thought something like that was a waste of time and money."

"Sounds like she needs to get out and live a little," Connor said. "You should tell her to come up here. We'll comp her a couple of tours to lighten her up."

"She wouldn't go," I said. "Her idea of nature is placing an orchid in the kitchen window."

"She sounds like a shit load of fun," Connor said sarcastically.

I didn't know how to answer that. "She did the best she could." Did she? Just because I felt like I could write a hundred pages of things she could have done better, didn't mean they weren't reasons for it. I wasn't perfect either, after all.

"And your stepfather?" Riley asked. "It sounds like he didn't try very much either. And the stepbrother I want to punch in the face."

"Stepbrother?" Connor looked as though he might stop the vehicle so he could see my response to that question.

"Yes," I said quickly. I told him what I told Riley. That Brooks was the golden child of the family and we weren't close.

"You never fucked each other?" Connor sounded like he also wanted to punch him in the face.

"No, why? Do you want to watch?" I asked.

What was it with these guys and Brooks? They didn't even know the guy. Chances were, they'd never meet him. And yet, they had some idea in their heads about him and me. Was it some kind of fantasy they wanted to live out? Some kind of stepbrother kink?

Brooks was attractive enough, but he was certain he was better than me.

That somehow having a university degree in business made him superior.

Even though he seemed miserable and regretful every time anyone brought it up.

The one time I asked him about it, he shot me down and walked away. I never asked again.

Now Connor did slow the vehicle to a stop, letting the others disappear out of sight. He turned to me, hazel eyes flashing.

"If you ever fuck anyone but me or Riley, you better fucking do it where we can watch. We're not letting anyone touch you without our knowledge or permission."

"I don't need your permission," I said tartly.

"The fuck you don't," he snarled.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, while rubbing the heel of his hand up and down his stubbled cheek. "If we didn't have to get up to the zip line, I'd spank your ass, then fuck you raw."

His words lit a fire that roared through my entire body.

If my panties weren't already wet from the rafting, they certainly were now.

I got the distinct impression Connor was the kind of man who knew how to throw a girl around and make them scream.

Riley too. Between both of them, raw would be the right word. I'd be sore as fuck afterward.

More so than usual.

Riley groaned. "They'll notice if we don't show, won't they?"

"Yeah, they will," Connor said grudgingly. He shook his head and dropped his hands back to the steering wheel. "When we're done for the day." He put his foot down, making the truck jump and almost slide on the gravel.

"Don't kill us," Riley said jokingly.

"Not today," Connor agreed. "I don't plan on dying until my cock feels the inside of Leah's pussy. And her mouth."

"If you keep talking like that, I'm going to come in my shorts," Riley complained.

Connor snorted. "Not my fault if you don't have any control."

"I have plenty of control," Riley argued. "Usually. Both of you together make my cock harder than a fucking rock. A guy can only have so much control in a situation like that. Don't tell me yours isn't ready to explode."

Connor didn't answer, but judging by the bulge in his pants, Riley was right.

The fire in my body became an inferno. Being pressed between two guys who were aroused for me was both hot and overwhelming.

I was used to artistic types. Quiet, thoughtful, always with an idea for a new piece rattling around in their heads. But these two, they were hard, rugged. Pure sex and muscle. Arrogance, attitude and possessiveness.

I'd never met anyone like them.

"We'll be driving for at least ten minutes," Connor said. "Leah, help him with his self-control." After a moment he added, "Help him to lose it."

I looked from him to Riley. Down to Riley's groin.

"I might," I said, drawing out the second word. "But I think he should beg."

Riley's jaw tightened like he didn't want to beg me for anything. Like he wanted me to be the one doing the begging. Which is exactly why I wanted him to. They thought they could control me. I wasn't giving them all of it. If they wanted me, they'd have to do the work.

"Do it," Connor insisted.

Riley swallowed. "Please, Leah. Help me out before my dick explodes. Please." His eyes crossed, clearly uncomfortable.

I snorted a laugh and placed my hand over the front of his shorts.

He was right, he was hard as hell under my palm.

Harder still the longer I kept my hand there.

I rubbed the heel of my hand across his length a few times before tugging down the front of his shorts and boxers.

His erection sprang free, into my hand. Thick and hot and ready.

"Fuck." Riley shifted a little, his eyes half-closed. What control he had was slipping fast.

I wrapped my hand around his base and adjusted my seatbelt so I could lower my face and lick pre-cum from his tip.

He groaned. "Yeah, more of that. Please."

Since he was begging so nicely, I parted my lips and took more of him into my mouth. Just a little at first, sucking lightly and teasing with my tongue.

He wrapped his fist around my hair, holding me while thrusting up oh so slowly, his other hand on the handle beside him.

The truck bumped a couple of times before Connor turned the steering wheel. The road under us became smooth.

I glanced up, assuring myself if there was any other traffic, they wouldn't see me. Wouldn't know what I was doing.

I took Riley in deeper, all the way to the back of my throat.

"That's it, gag on his cock," Connor said. "Good girl."

Those two words got me going every time. I had no idea I liked them until I heard them from him. I didn't know whether it was from not being praised enough as a kid, or if I just liked it. It didn't matter, either way it did it for me.

I sucked harder, faster, deeper. The side of my hand brushing against his balls.

"Fuck," Riley whispered. "I'm going to come. Please… Please, swallow."

I looked up at him, to see his blue eyed gaze locked right on me. I smiled with my eyes and went on sucking until he groaned and lost himself between my lips. Grunting and grinding, and shooting warm, salty cum into my mouth.

Since he begged so well, I waited until he caught his breath before sliding my mouth off him and carefully swallowing every drop. I licked my lips, making sure I got every little bit of his release.

"Good girl," Riley said, still a little breathless. "Connor, she gives incredible blowjobs."

"She can give me one later," Connor said. "Put your pants back on, we're here."

I sat back up, peering out the window to see if anyone was watching, before I fixed my hair. There wasn't much I could do about my red lips. If I was lucky, the colour would fade before anyone thought to wonder about them.

"Are you ready to go zip lining?" Riley tucked his cock back into his pants and straightened his shirt.

I couldn't see where it started from here, but I got the impression we were high up. Uncomfortably so.

"I'm scared of heights," I said tentatively.

"Good reason to do it," Connor said. "I used to hate heights, but I kept on doing it and now I don't think twice." He pushed out of the truck.

"Do you trust us?" Riley asked.

I rewarded him with a side eye. "Should I?"

He laughed. "In lots of things, probably not, but you're safe with us up here. We don't want to get sued."

"I don't think my family would bother." I followed him out of the truck.

"That makes me want to attach them to a zip line without the safety harness."

He took my hand and led me through the trees, following another track to where a couple of handfuls of people waited. "I'll double check yours personally. If anything happens to you, I give you my permission to haunt my ass."

"I don't need your permission to haunt your ass," I told him. "I'd do it anyway."

"That's because you like my ass so much." He tugged me along until we caught up with Connor.

"Maybe," I said. "And maybe I wouldn't want you to forget that one strap you didn't tighten properly."

He stopped me for long enough to lean down and whisper in my ear. "Sweetheart, I always do straps up properly. When I bind you, you won't be going anywhere until I let you."

His words sent a warm shiver all the way through me. If I wasn't careful, I'd be the one begging to be touched. Who was I kidding? I was already as wet as the river, and my nipples were harder than diamonds. I wanted, needed more. I could wait. I’d use some of that self-control Connor talked about.

He straightened up and led me over to a wide platform where the first of their clients was getting fitted into a harness.