Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

Brant stared out the window. “You don’t want to know about that.”

“Try me.”

“It was a stupid idea, and I regret it now for a lot of reasons.”

“Like?”

“Well for starters, I don’t want to touch Kelly anymore until I explore whatever feelings I have for Princess.”

“But…”

“We made a deal when we first started seeing one another. If we ever went out of town, the first thing we’d do within an hour of returning home was go see the other one. That way, if we met someone while we were out of town and maybe had a fling or something, we could test whether or not the feelings between us still existed.”

“And she’s gonna be waiting for you with a dildo in her pussy?”

“I reckon,” he said, peering over the backseat to make sure Princess was still asleep. “She’s as kinky as I am. Truth is, Colt, based on what we like and what we’ve always said we wanted in a woman, Kelly was about as close to that as anything else that I’ve ever seen. She kept up with me. Thing is, she didn’t want to keep up with you.”

“I know and believe me”—he thumbed the air behind his shoulder—“I’m glad she didn’t want me, now.”

A few minutes later, Brant said, “Did you ever think she was attractive?”

“Uh, no.”

“Really?”

“No, sir,” Colt assured him.

“Are you just saying that because of…” He paused and thumbed the air behind his back this time.

“Nope. I thought she was a phony.”

“Really?”

“Yep, I thought she played the whole Dom-sub thing to the hilt because you and I already have the reputation out in town for wanting willing submissives. I think she pumped up the part, hoping you’d fall for her, and well, you might have except another opportunity came along.”

“Speaking of which,” Brant said. “Do you think she’s a virgin?”

“Where did that come from?” Colt asked.

Brant shook his head. “I don’t know. There was something she said back at the race that made me think about it. That’s all.”

Colt shrugged. “I don’t care either way.”

Brant arched a brow. “Well, I do, and you’ve got to swear something for me, will you?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“If she is, you don’t touch her unless I’m there, too.”

“I don’t know if I can swear that or not.”

“Try.”

“That’s all I can promise.”

Chapter Twelve

They entered the dark house and Colt turned on the lights. Brant carried Princess upstairs and bypassed the room they’d prepared for her as a child. Colt would wring his neck if he put her in bed there, especially since they were both having a hard time getting beyond the fact that she had been the child they’d once saved.