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And there was the potential storm cloud to this blinding silver lining.
Before she opened her mouth and released the words that would bind her to Dean irrevocably, she had to know. “But, Samuel?”
Dean groaned, rolled his eyes, and kissed her with good-natured frustration. “Sammy,”he emphasized, “is a part of this. A part of us, in as much as we want him to be. I love him too. Not like a brother, because I’d never have sex in the same room with my brother, let alone share a woman with him.” Dean shuddered dramatically, and Kimberly smiled at the real revulsion on his face. Then he sobered. “I’d also never go through a door with my brother in a raid. Sam’s so much more than a friend to me Kimberly, more than a partner. I’ve shared my life with him since college. I never expected to share the woman I love with him too, but here we are.”
“That seems a bit unfair,” Kimberly told him as the feelings in her chest took root and started to grow. “You and I in love, and him just along for the ride?” She watched his face closely as she spoke, saw the smile bloom at her confession of love, and knew she was a goner now. There’d be no turning back for her.
“Well, you gotta admit,” Dean told her and kissed the tip of her nose, “it’s a hell of a ride.”
She laughed a little, then looked at him seriously. “What happens if I fall in love with him too?” It could happen. If she had met Samuel first, it could have very well been him she was lying here with, and the thought made her head spin.
“Then the three of us will live happily ever after, I think,” Dean told her. “Haven’t you seen the way he looks at you, Kimberly? Sammy’s half in love with you already. Now, it may not add up with today’s idea of how things are supposed to work, but God, I want it to work. Don’t you?”
For the first time in her life, the silver lining obliterated the storm cloud, and she was blinded by hope. Joy and love were too small of words for what she was feeling, so Kimberly didn’t try to sully the moment with them. She showed him what she was feeling instead. His body was iron-hard muscle covered in golden skin. Her body moved under his with sensual promise, and Dean sank into her with greedy relish.
Their arms clung as if neither of them could stand even a breath of air separating their flesh, and Kimberly opened her legs eagerly when Dean’s slipped between them. There was no foreplay; there was no need. The thick, round head probed at her folds, slipped in the moisture already gathered there, and slid deep within. Though wet, with no preparation, her body resisted his girth, and he made delicious animal sounds as he worked his hips deeper and deeper into the cradle of hers.
Kimberly circled her hips, drawing him even farther in, and they both groaned at the exquisite friction. She did it faster, urging him on, and didn’t try to stem the words now, letting them flow as freely as the moisture he drew from her body.
“I love you,” she told him as they clung and strove fiercely toward the peak. “God, Dean, I love you. I love you so… fucking… much!”
And her pelvis locked as he hit the spot within her channel that made her world blow apart. Her pussy clamped down hard on Dean, and she again felt him swell, felt him come in hot, pulsing throbs of his cock that flexed her walls and threw her back into orbit.
Dean was still in the shower when Kimberly made her way into the kitchen on bare, tingling feet. She’d kept her hair dry by piling it on top of her head in a messy bun and wore nothing but one of Sam’s pristine white button-downs. When he looked up, she was standing in the warmth of the early morning sun as it streamed through the windows, but it was nothing compared to the warmth she felt when his eyes hit her.
“Morning.” She smiled and brought one hand up to her mouth. She didn’t feel timid or unsure of herself, not her. But she tucked her thumb nail between her teeth and didn’t move.
“Morning, sweetheart.” He did that sexy chin-jut thing men do and added, “Come here.”
Kimberly dropped her hand, fussed with her hair, and tugged at the hem of his shirt. It covered her to the tops of her thighs, but she was feeling decidedly vulnerable right now. Then she saw him smiling patiently at her and told herself she was being ridiculous and made her way around the counter to stand in front of him.
There go those tap dancing frogs again, she thought. When she reached his side, his long arms enveloped her, and she breathed deep the faint scent of his aftershave. It blended magically with his own essence and made her mouth water. It felt as natural as breathing to turn her face up to his when he leaned in. Sam’s kiss was just as devastating as Dean’s, arousing in different but no less vibrant ways, and she was clinging to him with a soft, appreciative purr within seconds.
As if she weighed nothing, or he were freakin’ Thor, Sam lifted her onto the counter without even breaking their kiss. When he finally eased his head back a fraction, Kimberly flopped her hands to her lap with a dopey sigh. She might be just a little bit drunk after that. Sam braced his fists on the marble on either sides of her bare thighs and grinned down at her.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose.
“Like the dead,” Kimberly told him, her voice gone husky. “How about you, Samuel?”
He paused in his trail of kisses over her face to growl in her ear, “God, I love the way you say my name.”
She had two rapid-fire thoughts to this, one right after the other. One, she was about to slide off this damn counter. And two, she needed to ask them where they kept the disinfectant wipes.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” she replied. “Because I love the way it feels on my tongue.”Not me flirting half-naked on a kitchen counter?
He growled again—yup, she was definitely going to need to clean this counter—then he kissed the socks she wasn’t wearing right off her feet. This time when he pulled back, she wanted to pout. “Do you call everybody by their full names? What’s the story behind this?”
He was so irresistibly charming Kimberly wanted to wrap both arms and legs around him and never let go.
“It’s no big mystery, really,” Kimberly said. “I hate when people shorten my name, so I like to use other people’s full names until they tell me different.” She looked over her shoulder to make sure Dean wasn’t within earshot. “Please don’t ask me to call you Sam, because I kinda love the way this needles him.”
He laughed. “Not a chance.” Then he started kissing her senseless again. Her fingers tugged at his silky hair, longer than Dean’s and still damp from his own shower.
“So, Dean told me he loved me.”
Sam kissed her temple, and she felt him smile there. “And did you tell him you loved him back?” he asked her and took her earlobe carefully in his teeth.
“Mmm-hmm.” Kimberly nodded, and chills raised goose flesh on her arms and legs when his tongue traced lightning down her neck. “I do. And yet… there’s you.” Kimberly gazed at this man she barely knew yet knew she’d be devastated without and prayed like hell her silver lining would hold.
