Bred by the Bushmen
Now Caleb was determined to make things work, to provide for his family and live the same life his parents had shown them by example.
He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of completeness he hadn’t known for a long time. Things were finally coming together for the White brothers.
After traveling for hours, he pulled into a clearing to fuel up and give the snowmobile a break. He unfastened his leather side bag and pulled out his water bottle. As he drank, he studied the area. There were other tracks.
He stood up and stretched his legs, scouting the immediate area. Another snowmobile pulling a sled had been through today. Since it had snowed last night, he could pinpoint the time accurately. His father had taught him the art of tracking.
Caleb’s concern grew as he tried to piece everything together. He hadn’t passed anyone on the way, but there were multiple trails leading to his property. Were trespassers heading to their cabin? Was there another nature party getting underway? He didn’t mind people hiking or snowmobiling on his massive property. But this far off the grid, it was difficult to tell friend from foe, so they preferred their privacy close to home.
He’d come too far to turn back now. He needed to get their supplies and get his ass home. Caleb was likely being paranoid. It was in his nature. Besides, Damon was a thirty-eight-year-old man and just as skilled in survival. He needed to stop treating his brother like a child.
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“You’ve hardly eaten,” said Opal.
They’d made a hearty vegetable stew earlier. They peeled and cut the squash, potatoes, and carrots together. And the entire cabin was filled with the delicious scent as it simmered in the old cast-iron pot. He loved spending time with Opal, even to do everyday tasks. He’d never felt so comfortable with anyone besides Caleb.
He sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I think I did too much picking when we were cooking.” Damon smiled at her, leaning over to tweak her nose. He didn’t want to say he was worried about Caleb. His biggest fear in life was losing his brother.
“I told you,” she teased. “You were eating faster than I could peel.” She took another spoonful of the thick stew. He loved her innocence, and the fact she trusted them and didn’t think anything could go wrong. Damon wanted to keep it that way. No sense for her to worry too. Hopefully, he was just blowing things out of proportion, and Caleb would walk through the door soon.
“I won’t let it go to waste,” he said. Living off the grid, they learned not to throw anything out, especially food.
“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
He narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not hiding anything from me. I know you’re worried,” she said.
“Everything will be fine. The town’s a long ways out.” He was trying to convince himself as much as he tried to convince Opal.
“He’ll be home soon.” She stood up and came around to the back of his chair. Opal began to massage his shoulders, her small hands working magic. After all the wood cutting he’d done earlier, his body was full of aches.
He moaned. “That feels amazing, sweetheart.”
“You’re too tense.”
“Well, you’re making me feel a whole lot better.” He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her skilled fingers working his muscles. Damon loved the attention of a woman—his woman.
“Are you sure you’re good with all this? Sharing a woman, I mean. It doesn’t seem fair to either of you.”
He scoffed. “You don’t know me and Caleb. We need each other, but we need a family just as much. You’re perfect for us, Opal.”
She combed her fingers through his hair, and he couldn’t help but moan.
“I think I’m ready then.”
He turned in his seat. “Ready for what?”
She bit her lower lip, that sexy little habit she had when she was nervous. “What you’ve both been hinting at. I want you both to share me.”
Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “We have been sharing you.”
“You know what I mean.”
Fuck, he wanted her to say it. “Not really, baby girl.”
He patted his lap, and she sat down, her plump ass making his cock harder. “Really sharing,” she said.
Damon couldn’t hold back. He kissed her hard on the mouth. He lost himself right away, loving her taste and playful tongue. He slipped his hand under her shirt and ran his hand over her breast, giving her a firm squeeze. “Explain yourself. Tell me.”
“I want you both to take me at the same time, not just taking turns.”
His jaw clenched as he attempted to control his raging libido. “You going to let me take your ass, Opal?”
She nodded, her full lips parted.
He wanted Caleb home. Now. She was driving him crazy. He couldn’t wait to double-fuck her, claiming her properly. “You shouldn’t tell me these things when we’re alone.”