Bred by the Bushmen

Almost an hour later, he was hiking back to the cabin. This time, he took the opportunity to enjoy the beauty—the birds singing, and sunrays trying to peek through the clouds. He hoped Opal could learn to love this land the same as him. It would take a while before his insecurities would die down. He was terrified she’d tire of their lifestyle, eager to get back to the thrill ride of living in the city. After having a sample of life with a woman, he couldn’t go back to just living with his brother. It would destroy him.

Before his hand touched the doorknob, Caleb wrenched open the door. “I heard an engine. Where the fuck have you been?”

He knew Caleb wasn’t pissed, just worried. They’d had run-ins with drifters, squatters, and loggers over the years. Sometimes things got ugly. Damon’s greatest fear had always been losing his brother, and the fear went both ways.

“Some piece-of-shit squatters,” he said. “I scared them off.”

Caleb frowned, taking the rifle from him and clearing the chamber. He set it on the rack by the door. “You shouldn’t have gone out alone.”

“I know. There were just two of them, though.”

“Doesn’t matter. You know better,” said Caleb.

Opal padded into the living room in just one of their oversized John Deere t-shirts. Her hair was lightly disheveled, but she looked like an angel.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing, baby. You sleep okay?” Caleb diverted to a new topic. They were on the exact same page—they didn’t want to scare her off. This was the honeymoon period, and she could either fall in love with living off the grid, or learn to resent it. It was important to make her experience a positive one.

Caleb already had the fire roaring, and Damon smelled oatmeal and the sweetness of brown sugar. He hung up his coat and set his boots on the tray.

“You’re all wet,” Opal said, reaching up to brush the moisture out of his hair. “You should get dry before you catch a cold.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet, giving her a little whirl around. She giggled, and the sound filled the room. “Yes, ma’am.” It felt good to be cared for by a woman. Addicting, even.

Soon they’d claim her together, marking every inch of her as theirs. Now he just wanted to enjoy her, love her, protect her.

Chapter Seven

Opal had never been addicted to sex. Why would she? For so long she’d always been overlooked. No one wanted her. The fat girl. Pushing those thoughts aside, she watched as Damon and Caleb went about their business around the cabin. They were fixing things, preparing everything for the next lot of bad weather, and she sat down with a warm cocoa, watching quietly.

Not only that, she was desperate for them. Watching them was not helping her at all. In fact, her pussy was slick, and she hoped one of them initiated sex soon. She didn’t want to come across as the woman so desperate she’d do anything for their attention. Biting her lip, she couldn’t keep her gaze away for too long. As they mulled around the cabin, she wasn’t even paying attention to what they were doing. They were both so in charge, so masculine.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Damon asked, coming to stand in front of her. He’d already dried off from his trek outside.

She’d also noticed his apprehension, and the fact they were securing more bolts to the doors, and locking up the window shutters. Something didn’t feel right, but she wasn’t about to ask them what.

“I’m doing good. Are you better?”

“Never been better before.” He took a seat beside her, placing an arm across the back cushion. Leaning against him, she smelled the great outdoors, the freshness that always made her feel so good being around him.

Opal liked living in this cabin at the edge of the world, being away from the city, and now knowing how good it felt to have the brothers make love to her—she didn’t want it to ever stop. They were both amazing men.

Sipping at her hot chocolate, she pressed her thighs together, and offered him a smile. Damon’s gaze had dropped to her legs, and his hand followed. He was so much bigger than her. He made her feel on the smaller side, which was crazy considering her size.

Slowly, Damon teased her thigh, moving up and down her leg, and each new sensation drove her crazy for more.

“I liked watching you come apart for me,” he said, his lips trailing down her neck. She still held the hot chocolate in her hands, and she didn’t know what to do. “Are you feeling sore?”

She felt a little sore but not so bad that she didn’t want them both again.

“I’m fine.”

His hand moved to cup her pussy, and she arched up against him, needing more. She’d never been so wanton in all of her life, but there was something about Damon and Caleb that made her forget herself.