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  Mischief in Blossom Creek

  Blurb

  Teagan Tremayne had once hoped to go to college and pursue a career as an artist. Things hadn't gone as planned, and she now co-owned the Tremayne Tavern with her brother. She was content in her small town and had no desire to meet a man until two newcomers caught her eye. It irritated her that a few of her friends had advised her against looking at the two firefighters. Maybe that's why her gaze kept straying in their direction.

  Emile and Blake De La Fuente, cousins who were only two years apart in age. They did everything together: became firefighters, EMTs, ski patrollers, and even lived together. One thing they loved doing together was something that made others uncomfortable, women. Teagan Tremayne had caught their eye on arrival into town; now all they had to do was persuade her that they wanted more than one night.

  Contents

  1. Teagan

  2. Emile

  3. Blake

  4. Teagan

  5. Emile

  6. Blake

  7. Teagan

  8. Emile

  9. Blake

  10. Teagan

  11. Emile

  12. Blake

  13. Teagan

  14. Emile

  15. Blake

  Epilogue – Teagan

  Dear Reader

  Have you met the Boston Bay Vikings?

  Sutton

  Other books by Author

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  1

  Teagan

  With nerves in my belly, I lead Blake through the back hallway of the bar and into the storeroom. I know exactly what I want, and it’s not the paint brushes on the top shelf. But that’s what I’m going to get. It doesn’t matter that my heart pounds whenever I’m close to him or whenever I catch him looking at me. From what I’ve heard, he does everything together with his cousin.

  I like Emile. He’s easy on the eyes. But it’s Blake who makes me dream of things I’ve never experienced before. Sex. I’ve never even fooled around with a guy before. Which means, I haven’t had the opportunity to touch a man either. I’d like nothing better than to experiment with Blake De La Fuente. It’s Blake who I imagine touching me. Doing naughty things to me. I’m not really opposed to being with the two of them if that’s what Blake ever suggests.

  It’s confusing, really.

  My older brother, Travis, would kill me for encouraging them to come and get me. He watches me all the time, and I’m more than aware it’s because someone from Travis’s past is coming after him. A bad person. It’s irritating though. At twenty-two, I shouldn’t have to deal with my brother being a possessive jerk. Then again, I don’t suppose he expected two men to want me together.

  Blake is the more talkative between the two of them. He has this penetrating stare that makes me fidget. He’ll sit relaxed in a chair with his legs spread and an intense look on his face. I imagine dirty thoughts going through his mind. Maybe he’s stripping me naked or picturing me riding his cock. That’s what I imagine when I hold his gaze. He knows it too.

  “Why’d you really ask me back here, Teagan?” Blake asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

  I turn my head, and when my eyes meet his, my face heats and I swallow hard before I even have a chance to speak. I hate being an open book because the look on Blake’s face tells me his mind is where mine is.

  Breaking eye contact, I inhale and exhale and point upward. “We need the paint brushes Travis has in here.” I shrug and try to act unaffected by him being so close. “I don’t know why he left them up there when we need them.”

  There is a tightness around his jaw as he slowly releases a breath and steps close. So close that I must look up to see his face.

  “Your brother is going to lose his shit if he catches us in here,” Blake says, and runs his tongue along his lips.

  My eyes follow the movement. I swallow around the nervousness engulfing me and point upward again. “You’re taller than me. The brushes.”

  “Hmm,” he mumbles.

  Reaching out with a finger, Blake gently caresses my face, sending bumps over my skin. “I want to do a lot of things to you, Teagan.” He pauses as a frown creases his brow. “So does Emile.”

  A little gasp escapes my throat.

  Blake quickly turns me around and tugs me into him. My bottom is snug against his groin and all I can think about is the hard length he’s rubbing against me. “It would feel so good having you.” He pauses again. “I’d make it good for you.” He groans in my ear as I press and wiggle against him.

  The pulse between my legs throbs in a way I haven’t felt before. “Oh!” I pant and arch back.

  Blake moves his hands upward and cups my breasts, his fingers finding my hard nipples. He pinches and rubs at the tight buds as the pressure builds.

  “What’s happening?” I whisper, my head thrown back on his shoulder.

  “Something that shouldn’t be happening in here,” he hisses and slowly removes his hands from my heated body. He grabs my hips and holds me steady while he backs away.

  I flip around and gasp at the huge bulge behind his zipper. While I feel extremely embarrassed, Blake has no shame and rubs a hand over his groin. “That’s what you do to me.” He licks his lips. “I’m fed up with jerking off in the shower to images of you. I want the real thing.”

  “Oh God,” I whisper. “I don’t… I can’t…”

  “Teagan!”

  “My brother,” I whisper in a panic.

  I glance at Blake’s groin and chuckle in relief. He gives me a wry smile and moves me out of the way to reach for the brushes.

  “What the fuck?” Travis states, none to politely either.

  I roll my eyes. “Some idiot put the paint brushes on the top shelf.”

  He glares and watches Blake closely. I move to my brother and shove him out of the doorway. “I thought you knocked off with how you were gossiping with Shep.”

  “I don’t gossip,” he growls.

  “I’m not stupid, Travis.”

  “That’s debatable,” he mutters, glaring over my shoulder.

  I throw my hands up in the air. “I’ve had enough. You’re the only family I have. I love you. But you have to stop interfering in my life. I’m not a little girl anymore.” I kiss Travis on the cheek to take the sting out of my words and what I’m about to do.

  I reach behind me and grab Blake by the hand, then I haul him out of the storeroom with me.

  He groans, but we keep walking.

  “You know, Teagan,” Blake says, intertwining our fingers, “I’m partial to this face.”

  “So am I,” Emile says, his eyes going straight to our clasped hands.

  Emile frowns and then shoots Blake a surprised look. Blake shakes his head and releases me before moving toward Emile. At the last moment, he glances over his shoulder. “Catch you later.” Blake grins.

  “What was that about?” Blu wiggles her eyebrows, her face totally amused.

  I grin. “That was Blake wanting to get me naked and dirty.”

  Her eyes pop wide. “With Travis here?”

  “Hell no!” I laugh. “It was more suggestive.” I leave out the rubbing that went on.

  Blake has a nice, long, and thick cock, which makes me wonder what it will look like not stuffed in his jeans. My cheeks heat hotter at the thought of him in the shower jerking himself off while thinking about me.

  Blu lets out the dirtiest laugh I’ve ever heard. “Oh, my friend! You have it bad.” She returns to painting, but not before I see a faraway look on her face.

  Blake and Emile disappear after a wave goodbye to everyone.

  Once they’re gone, I feel eyes on me and turn to find my brother shooting daggers my way. I roll my eyes and head toward him. He watches me approach, and not giving him a chance to say anything, I wrap myself around him and rest my head in the crook of his neck.

  Two seconds later, he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. His lips brush my forehead. “I can’t help protecting you, Teagan. You’re all I have too.” He presses me closer before he cups my face and makes me look at him. “You know my past is catching up to me, and that makes me nervous. Not for me, but for you.”

  “I know that. You must realize I’m aware you don’t want me anywhere near Blake…and Emile.”

  He makes a gurgling noise in the back of his throat and his cheekbones look a bit flushed. I tilt my head and watch him. He won’t meet my gaze. I grin.

  “Have you ever shared a woman?”

  “Fuck, Tea!”

  I giggle. “You have!”

  “No, I haven’t.” He scowls. “I never expected those words out of your mouth.” He eyes me warily. “You’re not really thinking about being with Blake and Emile, are you?”

  “They’re cute.”

  He snorts.

  I give him another impish grin, and ask, “Have you ever jerked off in the shower?”

  His eyes bug out of his head and his cheeks flush wildly.

  “You need your mouth washed out with soap and water. That’ll shut you up.” Travis grunts.

  I release a loud humph and move to stand beside him. “You know, I’ve only had you to teach me about the birds and the bees.”

  “God,” he moans.

  I grab his hand so he can’t run away. “I need you to explain to me how it would work with two men,” I say in all seriousness. It’s extremely difficult to keep a straight face. Being innocent doesn’t mean I’m embarrassed to talk
about sex. It also doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes where. I mean, I read. Louisa has a pretty good stock of naughty books in her bookstore. It is awesome winding Travis up though.

  “I’ve got shit to do.” Travis tries to pull his hand free, but my hold is tight.

  “Answer my question and I’ll let you get back to it.” I flutter my eyes and smile.

  “Are you torturing your brother, Teagan?” Amber interrupts us.

  “I’m out of here.” Travis lets out a huff and heads toward Zeke.

  “You must tell me what you were talking about. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Travis as red-faced.”

  I grin, amusement making my eyes water. “I asked him to explain to me how it would work with two guys.”

  Amber spits her mouthful of water all over herself. “You didn’t?” she asks, dabbing at her top.

  I nod. “Oh yes, I did. If he wants to be protective, then he can tell me what’s what. That’s protecting me by having me prepared.”

  “Oh God! I’m glad you’re not my sister.”

  I laugh. “Travis probably wishes I’m not his right now.”

  Amber shakes her head and drifts away, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

  Perhaps I shouldn’t have embarrassed Travis like that. Yet, it was fun to watch my badass brother blush. Who knew talking about sex with me would make him run?

  2

  Emile

  Jealousy had rushed through me when I caught Blake and Teagan holding hands. Totally ridiculous way of thinking considering Blake and I do everything together, including women.

  I’d taken one look at Teagan and knew she had to be ours. Blake had taken two days to accept the fact because he’s a stubborn bastard. But me, I’d known.

  Or had I?

  Teagan is the only woman we’ve talked about, and I have a sneaky suspicion Blake is in love with her. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I do know I don’t have those kinds of feelings for her. I like her. She’s a sexy little thing. I want her in my bed. I’ve dreamt about her on her knees with her red lips wrapped around my dick.

  So yes, we want Teagan Tremayne.

  At the sound of the clatter of a plate being placed on the table, I look up and find Blake staring at me. “Peace offering,” he says.

  I glance down and sigh when I see pancakes and syrup. “Accepted.” I let it go.

  I fork up the food and wait. I know he has something to say.

  “I saw an opportunity to get closer to her. To let her know what I—we wanted. So, I took it. I didn’t mean to upset you. You should know me better than that. I’d never take a woman from under your nose for myself. Shit!” He runs his hands through his short dirty blond hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman without you being involved in some way.”

  “Me either,” I say around a mouthful of food. “These are good.” Continuing to eat, I wonder how to ask the question that is on my tongue. Do you want Teagan for yourself? I’d be disappointed and maybe a tad hurt if he does. I know what he said, but it’s what he’s not saying that bothers me. I know him better than my own sister, and he’s acting differently.

  After a moment of silence, Blake says, “She’s a hot little number.” He grins, his eyes not meeting mine. “I told her I jerk one off in the shower thinking about her.”

  I choke on the food and shoot him a dark glare.

  He continues, “I told her we’d had enough of dreaming.”

  “What’d she say?”

  “She moaned and didn’t really sound coherent, then her brother found us in the storeroom.”

  “We need to get her good and wet,” I say.

  Blake stops and stares with a frown on his face before he laughs. “You meant skinny dipping?”

  “What else did you think I meant?” I ask, my eyes full of amusement. I clear my throat. “I want her, Blake. I’m hard for her.” I watch him closely for a reaction. A tick at the side of his jaw is the only indication he isn’t totally happy with my statement.

  I am hard for her; my dick is currently tenting my sweats. I only spoke aloud because I was curious to see how he would react.

  To my shock, it’s the image of another woman that pops into my head that causes my cock to jerk hard. I shove a hand in my sweats and slowly stroke while I finish eating.

  Blake watches my hand, and I continue imagining the woman in my head on her knees. She sucks me off while her long dark hair is wrapped around my fist. I’ve purposely not shown interest in her because I want to keep her to myself.

  I’m an asshole.

  If I’m thinking that way about a woman, then why can’t Blake? Maybe we’ve grown up enough to accept that we both want a woman of our own. A woman who only looks at one of us.

  “I’m sure she’s a virgin,” Blake says, his breathing heavy.

  “Fuck!” I grip my dick and Blake curses as he watches me. His cheeks stained red. “Why did you tell me that?” I glare and watch him closely.

  One of these days he’ll act on what he wants to try, which is me. I want him to. I’ve always been curious. It’s why I don’t give a shit if he sees me jerking off. I want him to join in.

  “Because I enjoy watching you,” he growls, and stomps around to my side.

  Is today the day we sample each other?

  He grips my chair and turns it so I’m facing him. The waistband of my sweats is tugged over my dick and my hand gets knocked away and replaced with Blake’s tight fist. “Fuck,” I mumble through clenched teeth.

  “We’ve both been curious about this for a while,” he says. “Are you saying no?”

  “Do it,” I hiss tightly.

  Blake drops to knees, his mouth moving closer and closer to my cock. I tighten my ass and hope I don’t come all over him because I’m ready to burst from the direction this is going.

  “Pretend you have Teagan’s virgin mouth on you.”

  I don’t want to pretend it’s Teagan. I want to pretend it’s her mouth…

  The second his lips wrap around my dick, my eyes roll. My hips buck and strain as Blake sucks me straight down his fucking throat. He doesn’t let up. He’s sucking and humming like a starving man. My body goes tight seconds before I explode. Release splashes down his throat. My spine and groin tingle with pleasure. His nose rubs the hair on my groin. I grind and rut as though I’ve never come before in my life.

  Eventually, I force myself to push his face away, but Blake always has to do what he wants. He meets my gaze and slowly drags his mouth from me. My dick is semi-hard when it plops free.

  Blake sits back on his haunches and grins. “Never saw that coming, huh?”

  I laugh, embarrassed. “No, I didn’t.”

  “We’re good, right?”

  I blink hard. “Depends,” I mutter, “on whether you’ll let me suck your cock once I’ve got my breath back.” Eyeing him warily, I clarify, “That’s all I’ve wondered about though.” I frown. “I’m not into anything else with a guy, even you.”

  He roars with laughter. “That’s good because there is no way your dick is going in my ass.”

  “Thank fuck for that.” I shove him and he falls on his ass.

  I offer a hand to help him up and he begins to pace while I put myself away.

  “We really are good, right?” he asks, sounding nervous.

  I stand in front of him. “I’m not complaining.”

  “Maybe you should.” Blake stops in front of me, hands on his hips. “I don’t know what came over me. One minute I was thinking of Teagan’s sweet body, and the next I saw you jerking off, and I had to…touch you.”

  I frown and move toward him. I place my hands on his shoulders. “Did you enjoy sucking me off? Because, I have to tell you, it was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.”

  “It was?” Blake says, and gives an embarrassed laugh. “I enjoyed it. A bit too much,” he admits, glancing at his groin.

  My eyes follow and I see the wetness on the front of his sweats. I grin, delighted. “How long have you wanted your mouth on my cock?”