STORY EXCERPT

Chelsea turned up the driveway that led to Sam’s house. She looked at the trees that lined the driveway, taking in the leaves that had yet to fall. This was her favorite time of year. Everything was a riot of color, oranges, reds, yellows. She could spend hours outside taking pictures or sketching, trying to capture the beauty of the season. She continued up the driveway, her pulse picking up speed as she practically buzzed.

The house was in sight now and her mind raced with possibilities for photos. For a brief moment the heaviness in her chest was replaced by a feeling of lightness. Chelsea sucked in a noisy breath, her shoulders hunching as she pulled the car around the side of the house. She had no right to feel excited, not when she was the reason her brother was gone.

Sitting in her car after parking alongside the garage she took a few deep breaths, trying to shore up the walls she hid behind. She didn’t want Sam or her men to ask her questions. Chelsea didn’t want to talk about how she had failed her only family. Hindsight was a funny thing. Looking back she could clearly see the ways Daniel had changed. With it being so clear to her now it amazed her that she had missed it before. Shaking her head she reached over to the passenger seat to grab her things. She got out of the car and walked towards the front door when she heard the crunch of gravel and rumble of an engine. Pausing to look behind her, she took in the big blue truck that parked next to her little car. The sunlight glinting off the windshield prevented her from seeing who was inside. She would have probably stood there staring at the truck until whoever was in it got out, but her attention was grabbed by the sound of the front door opening. Chelsea turned and headed up the stairs, her cheeks hurting from the smile that split her face at seeing Sam waddle towards her. Sam wrapped her arms around Chelsea, pulling her as close as her rounded belly allowed.

“You look amazing, Sam,” Chelsea said, pulling back to look at her friend who was glowing. James walked up to them, taking her bags as Sam linked her arm through Chelsea’s and led her into the house. She could hear James greeting someone behind her.

Before she could turn to see who it was, Sam was pulling her through the house towards the kitchen. “Thank you. I don’t feel amazing though. I feel like a beached whale.”

Chelsea smiled as she took in the room before her. Cassie was scooping mashed potatoes into a serving dish. Maggie, their long-time housekeeper, was placing fried chicken on a platter. Her mouth watered at the smell of the food. It was the first time in a while she actually felt hungry.

“What can I do to help?” Chelsea asked. Cassie looked up at her, smiling in welcome

“Can you carry this through?” Cassie asked, holding up a bowl of salad. Chelsea returned the smile happy to see Cassie doing so well after everything that had happened to her and took the proffered bowl.

Sam picked up the potatoes, Maggie grabbed the chicken, Cassie took the rolls, and they headed towards the dining room. Chelsea looked away as Lance swooped in, taking the dish from Sam before wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Lunch,” Lance hollered, guiding Sam to a chair at the table. Chelsea paused in the doorway as Nick, Noah, and Chris surrounded Cassie, each giving her a kiss before sitting next to her at the table. Glancing to the left she saw David, Cash, and James press kisses to Sam’s head before pulling out a chair for Maggie. Chelsea pressed her lips together and fixed her eyes on the table as she placed the salad on it. Her chest ached at their simple show of affection.

Why had she let Sam talk her into coming out here? She wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself as she felt her throat clog and her eyes burn. There was nothing for her to do now but smile and get through it. After lunch she would start taking the pictures. If she worked fast enough, maybe she could avoid having to spend the night.

Chelsea took a steadying breath and stepped back from the table, bumping into someone behind her. She dropped her hands from her waist to reach out and steady herself as she felt hands grab onto her hips, holding her steady.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, turning out of the hold. “I didn’t realize anyone was behind me…” Her mouth went dry as she was met with the sight of a T-shirt stretched across a broad muscular chest. Tilting her head back, she looked into the twinkling green eyes of the sexiest man she had ever seen. Her mouth went dry as her eyes took in everything from the sandy blonde hair that was just long enough to run fingers through, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, to his thin firm lips turned up in a small smile.

“No worries, sugar,” he said, stepping back. Her cheeks felt hot as she fought to tear her eyes from his.

Glancing to the left of him, she caught the smile on Sam’s face as she looked between Chelsea and the guy she bumped into. “I don’t think you’ve met David, James, Cash, Lance, and Cassie’s cousins.” Sam pointed to the man Chelsea had bumped into. “That’s Austin, and those are his brothers, Parker and Blake.” Sam pointed at the two men standing just behind Austin. “Guys, this is my friend Chelsea.” 

ADULT EXCERPT

Austin walked up behind Chelsea and wrapped his arms around her waist, lowering his chin to her shoulder. Her arms came up and circled his head, threading her fingers through his hair as she pressed her ass against his erection.

“I think it’s time for dessert. What about you guys?” he asked his brothers as he rocked his hips against her. He bunched the shirt she was wearing below her breasts, lifting it just enough to give Parker and Blake a glimpse of the silky curls between her legs.

“Fuck yes, I need my sweets,” Parker said.

“Lay her out on the table,” Blake said as he rummaged in the fridge. When he turned around Austin saw the bottle of chocolate syrup in his hand and couldn’t help but smirk. Moving to Chelsea’s side he took her hand and walked her back to the table. Leaning down he kissed her as his hands roamed under the shirt she wore, kneading the firm globes of her ass before tracing the crack with his finger. She moaned into his mouth as his finger brushed against her puckered hole. Lifting from her sweet mouth, he grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it up and off.

Austin groaned when she pressed close, stood on tiptoe, and licked along his clavicle. Grasping her hips he lifted her up and kissed her. Thrusting his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth he devoured her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering as she rocked her naked flesh against the denim of his jeans.

Moving a few steps forward he lowered her to the kitchen table, following her down so as not to break their kiss. No one had ever affected him the way she did. Her body spoke to his like no one else’s ever had. Every inch of her from the sweet taste of her lips, her perfect little tits, her hot tight pussy, all of it was made for him and his brothers.

Releasing her mouth, he trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear lobe, giving it a quick nibble before pressing kisses down her neck and chest to suck one of her pert little nipples into his mouth. The sound of her gasps set the music to which her body writhed beneath him.

“Share, Austin,” Blake rasped from behind him. Giving one last pull of her nipple he released the hard bud with a pop and leaned back. Blake barely waited till he was out of the way before he covered her nipples with the chocolate syrup and leaned over to suck them clean.

Austin grasped her ankles and pressed up and back till her feet rested flat on the table, spread wide to expose her folds to his eyes. He trailed the palms of his hands up her legs and against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Using his thumbs, he pulled her labia open then, leaning forward, licked his tongue through the cream pooling in her opening. Her body bucked against his mouth when he suckled on her clit.

He worked one finger up inside her and held it still as he flicked his tongue against her pearl. He looked up her body as he loved her and could see her body tense at their every touch. Blake was still sucking her nipples, his head moving between her breasts, giving them equal attention. Parker was standing at her head. His hand cupped her cheek as he stared into her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful. I want to watch as you go over, Chelsea,” Parker said. Austin started to pump his finger in and out. He moved his hand in slow smooth strokes as he licked and sucked her clit. Her breathing sped up, and she was whimpering and mewling as her hips started to rock against his face and hand. He could feel her pelvic muscles tense, saw her body bow up and tilt to the side, then her frame shook as she cried out her release.