Bred by the Bushmen

“Your arms are so red,” she said, looking over at him.

“Yeah, it’s not smart going outside half naked in this weather,” said Damon. “I’ll survive.”

She reached out and rested a palm on his bicep, her little hand doing more than warm his frozen skin. “You’re freezing!” There was genuine concern in her voice, and a deep caring in her eyes. It felt good to have a woman dote over him.

“How about you warm me up?” he asked without thinking. Why couldn’t he keep control like his brother? Their uncle always said he lacked a filter on his mouth.

She didn’t looked insulted. Instead, she moved closer, running a hand up and down each arm, trying to create warmth from friction. After a while, she started moving slower, her fingers tracing his muscles. The moment felt intimate, his cock harder than oak, straining in his Wranglers. When she reached up high to rub both shoulders, he couldn’t hold back. He took her waist, ducked low, and kissed her on the lips.

How long had it been since he’d kissed a woman? Even during one-nighters he never kissed. Opal’s lips were softer than silk, and she melted against his mouth with no hesitation. He pulled her closer, his cock pressed to her stomach. She smelled like clean soap, and all woman.

When he pulled back to gauge her reaction, her lips were swollen and parted, her chest heaving. Fuck, he wanted her on his bed, but for once, he fought for control. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Opal away. He didn’t want her for sex—well, not only sex. Damon was in this for the long haul if she’d give them a chance. Judging by her kiss, she was open to the possibility.

“I feel warmer already,” he said. Damon ran the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. He stared into her green eyes, wondering if she could see all the way to his soul. She was beautiful, intense, and had more curves than most men could handle. He wanted to love every inch of her body, memorize every beauty mark and detail.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” she said, her tone colored in shame.

“Nothing wrong with having no experience,” said Caleb, moving in from the other side. “In fact, there’s nothing more attractive.”

A virgin. An untouched peach. He wanted to eat her pussy until she begged him to fuck her. He wanted her marked and claimed, so full of their cum that every man would know she was the property of the White brothers. Just like with their land, they were very territorial.

“Stay,” whispered Damon. “Take a chance on us.” He kissed her temple.

“I’m afraid. Of everything,” she said. “What if you change your mind once you get to know me?”

He scoffed. “This isn’t the city, sweetheart. We play for keeps. Once we make this official, we’ll be a family.”

She smiled, but quickly hid it. “How do we make it official?” Opal bit her lower lip. Was their little virgin teasing him? She was playing a dangerous game.

Chapter Five

There was nothing back home in the city. Opal hated to admit that to them. They had so much living off the grid. A beautiful home, peace and quiet, and she saw how much they cared about each other. The love and bond that she’d always heard about between brothers was real. She wouldn’t know how that felt.

All of her life she’d been unwanted, and a lot of people had made that clear to her. She was nothing but a waste of space, and it was the reason she ended up on this trip. It seemed fate had interrupted her plans, and put her straight in Damon and Caleb’s path.

Damon’s arms were so powerful as they enveloped her. The way he held her, she never wanted him to let go. He drove her crazy with need, and she closed her eyes, feeling Caleb step up behind her. She felt surrounded, overwhelmed in a new, exciting way.

“If I didn’t know any better, brother, I’d think our little minx was trying to get us to take things to the next step.”

She didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but hoped they’d know what she needed. Although she didn’t have experience with men, she had a vivid imagination. It had been on overdrive ever since showing up at the brothers’ cabin.

Damon released her, and going purely on instinct, she slid her hands up the base of his neck, refusing to let go. He felt so good, his skin firm and warm, all male.

Caleb placed his hands on her hips, holding her steady. His firm grip brought her body to life. His touch made her ache. Luckily, it didn’t look like she’d have to beg.

Both men scared her with the power they held over her. She couldn’t control the range of emotions bombarding her. Although her first instinct was to run, she had to follow this through. Had to trust. She’d never wanted anything from anyone in the past, but when it came to these two men, she wanted it all. The moment felt magical, and she never wanted it to end.