Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Brookes and Mason Caldwell are cowboys who ride hard, fight harder, and take what they want. I should’ve known better. But I wanted one impulsive, filthy, mind-altering night with Mason’s mouth on my neck and Brookes watching from the shadows like he couldn’t decide whether to join, or just make me beg.
When they find out what’s growing in my belly, they insist I move to their ranch.
They say it doesn’t matter whose baby it is. That I belong to them. That they’ll share.
But the idea of a life with two men like them? It’s reckless. Impossible.
They want me between them, held open, keeping them warm in the most intimate ways, and dripping with everything they’re willing to give.
They like to edge me, watch me beg, and make me fall apart over and over again.
The way they are should terrify me, but I can’t stop thinking about what it feels like with both of them around me, inside me, owning me.
But can a girl like me really fit between two rough ranchers with darker needs, and build a family that was never supposed to be?
In Rockwell Ridge, scandals don’t stay secret for long. Will the truth break us… or bind us together for good?
Hold on to your horse, because this kinky, forbidden, fast-burn, cowboy menage romance features a secret baby, found family, and two brothers who want to keep one woman full and on the edge
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Chapter 1
Janey
Spending an entire evening trying to avoid staring at Brookes and Mason Fletcher would be easier if they didn’t make it so hard to look anywhere else.
We’re at a first birthday party, for heaven's sake. Not a bar or a club where ogling members of the opposite sex is expected.
And there has definitely been ogling in both directions.
The party wound down, with most of the other guests hitting the road, but not Brookes and Mason. They sit on their cousins’ porch swing, sipping beer like the whole wide stretch of sprawling land and open night air was built around them.
Mason leans back with one arm stretched along the backrest, his posture loose in a way that still manages to feel deliberate. Brookes sits beside him, his body more contained, his weight angled slightly forward, his attention sharper.
Two brothers. Same blood. Totally different gravity.
And I’m drawn to both.
I lean against the doorway, transfixed in a way I haven’t been over a member of the opposite sex in far too long.
Mason draws the eye first. His shirt pulls across his chest when he shifts, the fabric stretched, hinting at the thick, solid muscle underneath. The sleeves strain slightly at his upper arms, exposing sun-browned skin and a faded line of ink curling and disappearing beneath the fabric. His forearm rests along the back of the swing, strong and marked, with a pale scar cutting across it. His fingers flex idly, as if he's always half a second away from doing something with them.
Something filthy and amazing, probably. Or tough. He looks like the kind of man who could wring the neck of a wild beast or a violent man without breaking a sweat.
My gaze lingers on him longer than it should. Longer than I mean it to.
Brookes is different. He’s quieter in a way that makes him harder to read and, somehow, harder to look away from once I start. Where Mason spreads his arms and legs wide to take up space, Brookes seems to hold himself in, like everything about him is controlled. His sleeves are rolled as well, though the muscle there is leaner and more defined; the kind that’s formed by repetition rather than force. There’s a small, almost hidden mark at his wrist, ink that disappears when his hand shifts, subtle enough that it feels private. His hands rest loosely in his lap, though there is nothing soft about them. They look as capable, rough, and familiar with work as his brother’s.
I’m ogling.
Again.
Heat creeps up the back of my neck as I drag my gaze away, suddenly very aware of myself in a way I have been all night. Of how I must look. Of how I must seem.
Eager, probably. Hungry. Shameless.
Desperate to be grabbed by those hands and held down. Made to do things I really want to do, even though I’d pretend otherwise.
This is ridiculous.
I'm not a teenager. I don’t lose my composure over a couple of men who must be at least a decade older than me. I might be young, but I have a good head on my shoulders and a set of boundaries that keep me away from temptation and danger.
My eyes flick back anyway.
Mason shifts, dragging his boot across the porch floor, the movement slow and unhurried, pulling the denim of his jeans tight across his thighs, and the ease of it sends a small, unwelcome ripple through me. It’s his confidence. The complete lack of self-consciousness, as though he knows exactly who and what he is and has never once questioned it.
Brookes glances toward the house, and for half a second, our eyes almost meet. I look away before they do, my pulse picking up for no good reason.
Except there is a reason.
It sits low in my stomach, warm and restless, spreading slowly the longer I stand here pretending I'm unaffected and in control.
I shift my weight, pressing my thighs together slightly, as if that might ease the ache.
It doesn’t.
If anything, it makes me more aware of it. I’m warm and swollen down there, and maybe a little slick from all my filthy cowboy-centered fantasies.
Which is… deeply inconvenient.
I draw in a quiet breath, trying to center myself, though my attention drifts back out to the porch like it has a mind of its own.
Two brothers. Two rugged, older, imposing ranchers.
A very bad idea waiting to happen.
The worst part is how little that thought deters me.
“Earth to Janey.”
I jump, turning back into the kitchen to find my best friend Joelle watching me with a knowing expression, “Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t hear you come in. It’s been a long day.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her tone carries enough skepticism to make my face warm. “You planning on going to bed anytime soon, or are you going to keep pretending you aren’t interested in those two hunks of men out there?”