Mountain Cure (Stone Brothers Duet, #2) Read online

  “You’ve missed these hard cocks, haven’t you, dirty girl?”

  Remi’s mouth is grazing at her neck and she arches her back, offering herself more fully to him. I unbutton her shirt and pull her bra down, a breast cupped in each hand, her nipples pointed at me invitingly.

  Leaning forward, I tease her firm buds with my tongue, flicking them before sucking them into my mouth. That earns me a breathy moan, and her fingers curl tighter around the outline of my cock, stroking me faster.

  I know she’s doing the same to Remi, because he lets out a low growl and his strong grip tightens around her throat.

  “You keep doing that, and I’ll fuck you right here in this elevator,” he tells her.

  She pushes her ass back against him and I trail my hand down her stomach, ready to unzip those jeans and strip her down.

  Before I can, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open.

  Thank fuck no one is standing there waiting to get on.

  “Guess we’ll have to put this on pause for a minute,” I say, quickly tugging her bra back up to cover her breasts.

  Remi removes his hand from Addie’s neck and she pulls her shirt back together, buttoning it hastily.

  Colt looks both ways as he steps out. “Which direction?”

  She gestures to the left, and I wave her forward, giving her a hard smack on the ass to send her down the hall in front of us. I rub my lips then smooth a hand along the scruff of my beard, giving both my brothers a devilish grin.

  They have the same look, and it’s a damn good thing we know by now that this woman has one hell of an insatiable appetite. We could go all night long, and she’d be panting for more the entire time.

  Sounds like a damn good plan to me.

  Addie glances over her shoulder as we walk down the hall, her eyes wild and a flush creeping up her neck. Yeah, she knows she’s gonna get fucked good tonight. The excitement and anticipation are written all over those beautiful features of hers.

  She digs a keycard out of her pocket and flashes it over the little sensor. It beeps, and there’s an unlocking click. She swings the door open, and we all file in after her.

  My brothers’ heads swivel, taking in the luxurious suite laid out before us, and I give a low whistle, my eyes immediately attracted to the massive dining room table. It was one of four ordered from us last winter — I’m guessing one for each of the penthouses here on the top floor of the resort.

  “Nice place you have here, Miss Adeline Spencer,” Colt says.

  She looks around as though she’s taking it in for the first time. “It is. But it’s pretty lonely in here all by myself, to be honest.”

  “Well, you damn sure have some company now,” I tell her with a salacious smile.

  She grins at me as she walks around the raised-bar counter, stepping into the full kitchen. “You guys want something to drink?”

  “The only thing I want to taste right now is you.”

  I’ve followed her into the kitchen and my hands are roaming over her as soon as I’m within reach. I pull her back into my chest, flattening her against my body.

  Colt lifts an appreciative eyebrow as I trail my hands up and down that beautiful body of hers. He opens cabinets until he finds what he’s looking for — the alcohol.

  Only this is no delicate little hotel minibar. The selection is vast and generous, with pint-sized bottles instead of tiny airline portions. Nothing but the best for the elite residents of Silverthorne.

  Remi joins our oldest brother and eyes the bottles curiously before turning to Addie. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the expansive display of liquor lining the shelves.

  “Mind if we sample some of this?”

  She nods. “Absolutely. My cheating asshole ex’s credit card is on file, so by all means, help yourself. The more, the merrier. Hell, pour it all down the drain if you want.”

  Remi’s eyebrows go up. “It would be damn rude to waste this fine liquor. But, how do you feel about doing body shots with some 21-Year Glenlivet?”

  Addie snorts in surprise. “Isn’t that like, a three hundred-dollar bottle of whisky?”

  “Yes,” Remi nods, his expression dead-serious. “And I’d love to lick it off every inch of you.”

  “Well, um... that sounds like a lot more fun than emptying the bottle in the sink,” Addie says.

  “Damn right,” Colt agrees. He nods at the cabinet. “What you want? Addie? Wes?”

  It’s obvious Addie’s attention isn’t on the alcohol selection, her hands running over my arms as I stroke my hands over her body.

  “Uh, yeah, just pick... something,” she murmurs as I grasp her hair and pull her head back.

  I kiss her neck and run my tongue up to her jawline, intoxicated with the effect I’m having on her.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Remi pick out a bottle of bourbon. I lift my mouth away from Addie and eye the liquor cabinet quickly.

  “That rye whiskey looks good,” I tell Colt. “But I’ve got something pretty damn tasty right here already.”

  Grabbing Addie’s hips, I spin her around. As soon as she’s facing me, I lift her up and plant that sweet ass on the kitchen countertop and push her knees apart, spreading her legs. I wedge between her parted thighs, my cock twitching at being this close. I tell the big fucker to calm down, because we’re going to have plenty of time to do everything tonight.

  I grasp the hem of her shirt in my hands, and Addie lifts her arms so I can pull it off in one fluid motion. I toss it across the room and go for her bra next, stripping it off her as fast as I can.

  Fuck, yes. She has such gorgeous tits. I cup them — one in each hand and rub my thumbs gently across her nipples.

  Her calves wrap around me, pulling me in as she scoots to the very edge of the counter, my hard cock pressing between her legs. She grabs at my shirt, raising it up, and I help her strip it off me.

  Colt and Remi are watching us as they pull bottles and glasses down from the cabinet, filling them with ice and liquor.

  Addie’s lips graze against mine as she runs her fingernails down my back, her bare tits rubbing against my chest. I respond to her with a growl and dive into a kiss, because fuck me sideways — I’ve missed her so goddamn much. I couldn’t kiss her the way I wanted to while we were sitting around the bonfire earlier, but I damn sure can now.

  My desire for her, the need to be inside her, to make her cry with pleasure, it’s like an addict craving the next hit.

  It’s damn-near all-consuming.

  Before I get too far gone to slow down, Remi nudges me on the shoulder. I pull away from Addie to look at him and he holds out my drink, a crystal tumbler filled with a deep, rich amber liquid.

  I ease away from Addie to take a sip. Damn, it has that strong burn I love, the kind I only get from the heat of an aged, barrel proof rye whiskey.

  Colt steps up beside us, pulling something from his pocket, and I catch a glimpse of a small, purple tube in his hands. “I have a present.”

  “Oh?” Addie asks.

  He holds out his hand, the object clenched in his fist. Addie reaches out, and he places the item in her open palm.

  “Uh...” As she stares down at the tube, her eyebrows go up. She looks questioningly at my brother. “What is this?”

  Colt scratches at his beard, a wicked grin on his face. “I picked it up the other day. Thought you might want to give it a try.”

  She glances down at it again. “Personal lubricant? Do you think I need this? I mean... am I the only one who remembers being absolutely soaked the last time?”

  “Oh, trust me, I remember, sweetheart,” Colt tells her with a cocky smile. “I love how wet you get. Mmm, so good,” he murmurs as he lifts his glass to his lips, and we all know he’s not talking about the flavor of his drink.

  Addie blushes with a laugh and rolls her eyes.

  At the word lubricant, my ears perked right up, and I take the little tube out of her hand. “Let me see... silky-smooth..
. long-lasting. Oh, yeah. This’ll work.”

  She tilts her head, eyeing the two of us suspiciously. “Work for what, exactly?”

  Colt smiles at her, amusement and anticipation dancing in his eyes. He slides a hand up the inside of her thigh until his palm is gripping the heat between her legs. “I love this sweet pussy, but I want all of you, kitten.”

  Her eyes go wide, and she glances at each of us, biting her lip, a wave of nervousness washing over her expression. But by the way her breath quickens and thighs clasp down on his hand, I can tell just how fucking turned on she is by the idea.

  “What do you say?” he asks, drinking in every nuance of her reaction, his eyes fixed on her like a hungry wolf watching his prey.

  Addie licks her lips, and that uncertain look turns into a flirty, tentative smile as she looks at Colt.

  “Maybe... I mean, I might be able to be persuaded...” she says, a wry smile on her lips that says she’s going to make Colt work for it.

  His lips curl into a devilish grin. “Oh, really? You need some persuasion? We can arrange that.”

  “Good luck convincing me. I mean, you’re welcome to try to, but...” She trails off with a defiant shrug.

  Christ, she might as well be pouring gasoline on a fire right now with those words. My oldest brother’s looking at her like he’s going to have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

  “Challenge fucking accepted.” Colt leans closer, pressing his fingers against that sweet spot beneath her jeans. He lowers his mouth to her ear as he moves his hand in firm circles, rubbing her clit. “Wanna make a bet that before the night’s over, I’ll have you begging me to fuck your tight little ass?”

  Addie’s breath quickens, and she lets out an involuntary moan as his fingers work faster, but she tips her chin up as though she’s unimpressed.

  “Alright.” There’s a rebellious, playful spark in her eyes as she levels her gaze with his. “I’ll take that bet.”

  God, that sass does something to me.

  “Game on, sweetheart,” Colt says, a wicked gleam in his expression.

  Addie gives him a smirk. “We’ll see.”

  She doesn’t know it yet, but my brother’s going to get what he wants.

  Colt loves a fucking challenge anyway, but Addie tempts him in a way I’ve never seen before. He has that take-no-prisoners look in his eyes — I have no doubt she’ll damn sure be begging before he’s done with her.

  She tilts her head, looking through the sliver of space between our bodies, her eyes searching out our middle brother. I look over my shoulder to follow her gaze and see Remi staring at her as he sips his bourbon, his expression looking just as hungry as I feel.

  They share a moment, smiling at each other, their exchange silent but salacious. Then Addie turns back to me and puts a hand on my bare chest. She has that devil-may-care glint in her eyes, the kind that promises to keep me hard and ready for her all night long.

  “And what about you? What do you want?” she asks me.

  I place my hand over hers and slide it down the front of my body, moving it to my jeans, back to where she was stroking me in the elevator. My stiff erection throbs under her palm, desperate for her touch.

  “Well, first I’m gonna make you come — I’m gonna get that pussy good and wet, just the way I like it — then I’m going to bury this hard cock deep inside you and fuck you until the sun comes up.”

  Her palm rubs the rigid length of my shaft as Colt keeps working his fingers against her, and another moan escapes her beautiful lips. Those bright eyes of hers are full of a lusty haze as a breath of pleasure shudders through her. “I think you guys need to take me to bed, right now.”

  4

  “THERE’S NOTHING I’D like better than to take you straight into that bedroom,” I tell her. “But the guys and I — well, it’s been a long damn day, and I think we need freshening up. Tell me, how big is the shower in this place?”

  Addie bites her lip. “Pretty big, but it sure won’t fit all of us.”

  “I call first turn,” I say to my brothers before turning back to Addie. “It just needs to have room for me to get you naked in there.”

  Colt slaps me on the back. “Try not to use all the hot water.”

  “I think it’ll be plenty hot in there, doesn’t matter what temperature the water is,” I say as Addie slowly works on the button of my jeans.

  “While we’re waiting, I think I’m going to look at the room service menu,” Remi says. “I don’t know about you guys, but I didn’t eat anything at Tank’s and I’m fucking starving right now.”

  Colt rubs his stomach. “Now that you mention it. We gotta fuel up for the night,” he says, winking at Addie.

  “I’m gonna see if they have a ribeye,” Remi says. “You guys?”

  “A steak sounds good,” I agree. “What about you, dirty girl? You hungry?”

  “Mmm, not for food, not right now,” she says with a sly grin as she unzips my jeans.

  God, her naughty smile is fucking gorgeous.

  Colt huffs and tips his head at her. “We’re going to wear you out, sweetheart. You better order something.”

  “Fine. Whatever doubles as an aphrodisiac.”

  “I don’t think we need any help there,” I say, moving my hands to her breasts. “But google that shit, anyway.”

  “On it,” Colt says, reaching in his pocket for his phone.

  Remi lifts his glass and swallows down the last of his bourbon. He smacks his lips with a satisfied smile. “Tasty. But not as tasty as you,” he tells Addie. “Hurry up with that shower.”

  I grab her ass and lift her from the counter. “You ready, dirty girl?”

  As soon as her feet hit the floor, I finish the job of taking off my jeans right there, stripping them down my legs in a hurry as Addie turns her back to me and sashays toward the bathroom, giving me a great view of how she wiggles out of her pants as she goes. She leaves them laying on the floor and disappears into the bathroom.

  I’m only a few steps behind her. Addie’s just in her thin thermal leggings now, the tight fabric clinging to her delicious thighs and sexy ass as she leans into the large, tiled shower and gets the water running.

  While she tests the temperature, I pull at the waistband of her leggings, sliding the soft fabric down her ass and legs. There’s a tremble in her muscles as I run my hand between her thighs, rising up to feel the heat there.

  Addie looks down at me over her shoulder. “Is this our thing now? You washing me off in the shower?”

  I shrug with a grin. “What can I say? I like getting you wet.”

  Steam is already pouring out of the shower as I push her into it. The water runs down her hair and over her breasts, forming perfect rivulets around her nipples. I dip my head to those gorgeous tits, licking and kissing.

  She has the water at the perfect temperature, and it soaks us both as she holds my head to her breasts.

  Soft moans mix with her breath as I back her against the tile, one hand cupping a breast as I nibble and suck on her firm nipple, the other moving south to find her clit.

  Addie grabs onto the back of my arms, holding on for dear life as her knees go weak. I run my fingers through her slick folds then focus in on that spot that makes her breath quicken and her lips part.

  Lifting my head to watch her face, I transition from a slow stroke to a fast rub, and Addie gasps. I pin her against the tile as I slide my hand down and thrust my fingers inside of her. She flings her arms around my neck, throwing her body weight on me, her legs giving out.

  I hold her as she abandons her body to me, curling my fingers inside of her pussy. I thrust deeper and deeper with each gasp she gives me. Then, with a moan of protest from her, I withdraw my fingers — only to focus on her clit again.

  Her protest turns to a whimper of pleasure as I hone in on that sweet spot, her eyes rolling back. Her hips buck against my hand as I rub her clit between my fingers, teasing that button just right.

  She tip
s her head against the tile, and I pick up the pace as she arches the small of her back, pushing her pelvis into my hand. She draws in several stuttered, quick breaths then lets them out in a cry of pleasure.

  I keep my movements firm and steady, my eyes trained on the beautiful way her face twists as I push her toward an orgasm. Soon, her moans are punctuated by several curses, her pussy clenching down as she climaxes for me.

  Fuck, I love making her come. Best thing in the whole damn world.

  I ease up and withdraw my hand as her taut muscles relax, and she lets out a satisfied sigh. Her death-grip around my shoulders turns to a caress, and she looks me in the eye.

  “I thought we were supposed to be taking a shower in here.”

  “Priorities. I told you I was going to get you good and wet.”

  “Well, that was another first for me.” Addie’s smiling as she reaches for the little tubes of body wash on the recessed shelf of the shower wall.

  She hands one to me, and I use the pretense of soaping her up as an excuse to run my hands all over her body. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t think a guy has ever made me come in the shower before.”

  I stop scrubbing and stare at her. “Seriously?” I ask.

  She shrugs. “Yeah. You guys are spoiling me.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “That wasn’t spoiling you. That’s how you should be treated. I think you’ve been dating the wrong men, sweetheart.”

  “I won’t argue with that,” she says, watching as I lather soap over my chest and stomach. “But I think most guys are more concerned about what’s happening to their cocks than what’s going on between a woman’s legs.”

  Speaking of. I’m starting to ache because I’ve been hard for so damn long.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty fucking concerned with what's gonna happen to my cock. Especially with you looking so damn good, all naked and wet in here with me.”

  I grasp my erection with a slick, soapy hand and stroke the length of it, trying to decide if I can wait until we’re in the bedroom, or if I’m just gonna wrap her legs around me right here and fuck her against the wall of the shower.