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  His hands tangle in my hair and I slant my face, deepening the kiss. Nudging me with his hips, he backs me against the porch frame, pinning me, his thick thigh pushing my legs apart until he’s pressed up against my throbbing core. I moan into his mouth as he drains me of my sanity, unable to resist the urge to rock against him, feeling his length start to harden against me. He draws my lower lip between his teeth, sucking and nibbling like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I hold on tighter, my fingers flexing against his muscled shoulders.

  Caleb clears his throat loudly at the doorway, causing us to swiftly break apart and whip around to face him, like kids caught with our hands in the cookie jar. “Y’all can finish making out later. Right now, you’re supposed to be getting me high,” he protests with his arms crossed over his chest.

  At first, I’m afraid he’s really annoyed with us, but when I lift my mortified eyes to meet his, he winks playfully, somewhat relieving my guilt-ridden conscience. I exhale my pent-up breath and glance at Crew, whose gaze is still fixed on me. Unfazed by his brother’s interruption, he leans down and skims his soft lips across my cheek, landing them next to my ear.

  “Sorry, not sorry. I’ve been waiting all fucking morning to do that,” he whispers, then grabs my hand to lead me inside, “and we’re definitely finishing this later.”

  This is not a part of the plan. She is not a part of the plan. But now that we’re here—here with her—the plan is being rewritten. It fucking has to be.

  I hadn’t meant to attack her like that, but ever since she walked away from our kiss last night, swaying that tight ass as she pranced across the grass to her house, I haven’t been able to think about anything else except feeling her lips against mine again. All morning, I’d been on my best behavior, holding back the fierce urges to touch her, to kiss her, to show her how I was gonna make her mine, just like I promised, but when I saw her approaching out the window, I couldn’t deny myself any longer.

  It hasn’t helped that Caleb won’t shut his trap about how hot she is, droning on and on about her throughout the entire evening and starting up again first thing this morning. I want to tell him he has no fucking clue how perfect that sweet little mouth tastes. Shit, I can only imagine what the rest of her is like. But considering he’s now seen our little show, I’m sure I’ll get an earful later about how I stole his girl.

  After shutting the door behind us, he dramatically throws himself across the bed and groans. “I guess I’ll have to move on to one of your sisters. Which one do you suggest?”

  Hudson stifles a giggle as she sits down at the table, her cheeks still flushed with color, either from the freezing temperatures or lingering effects from my kiss. I’m arrogant enough to think it’s more of the latter.

  “Hmmm…” She acts like she’s thinking, rubbing her thumb back and forth over her chin. “Well, Juno and Nali are definitely too old for you, and Kota is borderline, but she’s the bitchiest of all of them, so you’ll want to leave her alone anyway. So that leaves Cheyenne and Brighton, though I think Cheyenne may have a boyfriend right now. I’m not sure, ‘cause her Facebook relationship status changes more often than I change panties.”

  The second the word tumbles out of her mouth, the image of her in nothing but a scrap of lace appears in my head, and instantly, I can feel the blood rushing straight to my dick. Thankful I’m seated in the chair across from her, the table hiding the evidence, I casually adjust myself, hoping she doesn’t notice.

  When I see Caleb doing the same thing, it takes damn near everything inside of me not to tackle him and wrestle him until he surrenders, but I assume that’d probably scare the shit out of Hudson. And to be quite honest, the unfamiliar twinge of jealousy kinda scares the shit out of me.

  “But I’m not sure you could handle Brighton. She’s a sassy little thing who may give you a run for your money.”

  Not realizing she was still talking until she stops and the room grows quiet, I search for something casual to say before the silence grows awkward…since Caleb’s apparently too lost in a fantasy daydream about having six sisters pleasure him to respond.

  “Where in the hell did your parents get all of your names? Not one of you is like Lauren or Tiffany?” I ask.

  “Nah, they thought it’d be cool to name us all after where we were conceived.” She scrunches her face up, as if the thought of her parents having sex disgusts her. “Then I guess they thought it’d be funny to make us all explain it for the rest of our lives.”

  I run through the list of names in my head quickly, then wonder aloud, “You were all conceived in different states?”

  “Actually, five states. Juno and Nali are Alaska, Dakota is South Dakota, I’m New York, Cheyenne is Wyoming, and Brighton and Denver are both here in Colorado.” Standing up, she walks over to the mini-fridge and grabs three bottles of water, tossing one on the bed next to Caleb and setting the other two on the table in front of each of us.

  “Doug used to work as a consultant for an environmentalist group, so they moved around quite a bit. Everyone but me was actually born where the family was living at the time. I was just a vacation souvenir.” She chuckles then takes a quick drink before continuing, “In 2000, Colorado passed the first medical marijuana law, and my uncle Danny asked my dad to join him in setting up a farm and a dispensary. And we’ve been here ever since.”

  Caleb pushes himself up to sit cross-legged on the bed. “Why do you call them by their names and not Mom and Dad?”

  “They don’t like for us to, because they feel society attaches gender-specific roles with those labels, even though I still think of them as my mom and dad in my head. They encourage us to see them—all people—as individuals, and not to conform to stereotypes. Ya know…hippie love-thy-neighbor stuff.” The corners of her eyes crinkle with the broad smile stretching across her face. I really like when they do that.

  “You can love on me anytime.” Caleb waggles his eyebrows. “Especially while we’re staying here, I’m definitely your neighbor.”

  Throwing her head back with a deep belly laugh, she shakes her head. “I admire your persistence, but I think I’ll stick with loving on one neighbor at a time.” The wicked look she throws in my direction isn’t missed. “You should try to work your magic on Brighton. If nothing else, she’ll school you on some XBOX.”

  “She plays video games?!” he asks in disbelief. “That’s badass.”

  “Yeah, when you guys come over tonight, she’ll be happy to show you everything she’s got. I don’t know anything about it, except I suck when she tries to teach me. It’s like a foreign language to me.” Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out an orange rectangular pack of papers and tosses it on the table. “But now, we’re going to try and fix you up. Come sit over here with me and your brother. Where’s the stuff I brought yesterday?”

  I stand up and grab the bag from the top of the dresser, purposely allowing my fingers to skim across hers when I hand it over. “Why don’t you sit in my lap so Caleb can have the other chair?” I suggest, not thinking about how in the fuck I’m going to keep from getting hard with her cute little ass pressed into my crotch.

  “Umm…okay,” she murmurs as the tip of her tongue strokes fleetingly over her bottom lip—something I’ve noticed she does when she’s nervous. It makes me want to make her nervous. Often.

  She unfolds her legs and lifts her hips out of the chair, allowing me to slide into the seat before lowering her down onto my thighs. Unfortunately, she misunderstands the moan that rolls in the back of my throat as her making me uncomfortable, so she shoots back up, apologizing profusely.

  “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you. I can, uh, just stand up or sit on the floor.” She fumbles over her words, refusing to make eye contact.

  Grabbing her narrow waist, I insistently tug her down on my lap and wrap my arms around her middle, holding her back flush against my chest. I trace the tip of my nose up her exposed neck, inhaling the mouthwatering scent of smoky bacon
and sweet maple syrup. Fucking shit, I suddenly have the overpowering desire for a second breakfast, and there’s only one little blonde who can satisfy my hunger right now.

  “You didn’t hurt me…not the way you’re thinking,” I growl in her ear. “Relax. I’m not gonna bite you,” I softly dig my teeth into the back of her neck, then add, “at least, not too hard.”

  Her muffled whimper vibrates against my lips, which does nothing to help with my self-control problem, but I force myself to focus on what we’re supposed to be doing before I spread her out on the table and lick every inch of her delicious body. “Are you rolling a joint, or teaching him how to use the vaporizer thing?” I croak out as Caleb moseys over and joins us at the table.

  “I’m gonna show you guys how to use the vaporizer first, but I prefer an old school spliff.” She twists around slightly, holding her eyes on mine. “Have you ever smoked before?”

  “A few times at parties,” I admit openly. “If it was being passed around, I’d take a hit or two, but that’s about it. I’ve never smoked anything but a joint.”

  “You?” She switches her focus to my younger brother.

  He snickers with a quick shake of his head. “I tried it once at a friend’s house last year, but it felt like there was a house fire in my throat, so I never did it again. Not to mention, Crew kicked my ass when he found out.”

  I tighten my grip around her as I remember how pissed I was the day I went to pick him up at his buddy’s house and walked in on them smoking. With his condition, Caleb knows better than to experiment with drugs or even alcohol, especially when he didn’t know where it came from and I wasn’t there in case something happened. I get he’s a teenaged boy and wants to do what his friends are doing, but pulling that shit, when he didn’t know how his body would react, was just fucking stupid. I made sure he never wanted to act stupid like that again.

  “Okay, well, this will be a little different for you,” she explains while emptying a few crystal-encrusted buds from one of the clear packets onto the flat surface. “Vaporizers are the preferable method for people using cannabis for medical purposes, because it doesn’t actually burn the weed. It heats it to a boiling temperature, allowing it to release its yield without ever catching fire, and then literally vaporizes it…hence the name. So you’re not going to get that fiery feeling in your throat.”

  Still a little confused, I ask, “Why’s that better?”

  “In addition to it being more efficient overall, this way you’re not getting any of the harmful toxins from the paper and dark smoke. Another alternative is ingesting it in foods, like I’m sure you’ve heard of pot brownies before, which I’ll be more than happy to make for you, but it’s a much slower reaction, and there’s no way of telling how much of what you digest will get into your blood stream. The lungs are much faster in absorbing the marijuana than the stomach. Just remember to inhale slow and steady.”

  Caleb and I both watch as Hudson methodically splits the buds into tiny pieces with her fingernails, then grabs the vaporizer and begins demonstrating how to heat the device and how to pack the weed in the chamber. A couple minutes later, she puts the mouthpiece up to her lips and slowly draws in a deep breath.

  Blowing out a foggy cloud of smoke, she offers the vaporizer to Caleb and cocks one eyebrow. “You ready, stud?”

  Timidly, he takes the device from her and glances over at me, searching for reassurance. I tip my chin in his direction and offer an encouraging smile. “I’ll only kick your ass this time if you don’t do it,” I tease.

  His face relaxes as he lifts the box up to his mouth and sucks in a long, deliberate breath. After lowering the vaporizer away from his face, he holds the air in his lungs for several seconds—much like Hudson just did—and then exhales a puff of haze. With a somewhat surprised look on his face, he looks down at the table, then up at both of us.

  “Wow, that wasn’t anything like I remembered. It tastes really…I don’t know…sweet almost?”

  “Yeah, everything I use in my greenhouses, for both the food and marijuana, is all-natural. There’s never a chemical taste,” Hudson boasts as she grabs the device and hands it to me. “Here, you try it out, Crew.”

  I mimic their actions and pull a decent size hit from the vaporizer, impressed at how smooth it is compared to my previous experiences, then pass it back to her. “Yeah, that’s a lot milder. Why do you prefer joints?”

  “I don’t know.” She shrugs with a lazy grin. “I’m old school, I guess. Grew up with my parents smoking joints. It’s just what I’m used to. Feels more natural…simpler…”

  She takes another puff before sliding the box across the table for Caleb to hit again, then leans back into my chest and rests the back of her head on my shoulder, nearly killing me as her weight shifts directly onto my cock. Tilting her neck back so that her mouth is less than an inch from my neck, she finishes her earlier thought in a breathy whisper, “Innocent…like me.”

  Some things in life are purely unexplainable, no rhyme or reason, completely unforeseen and unexpected. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it whatever the hell you want; sometimes crazy shit just happens. Simple as that.

  Never one to swim in the sea of spontaneity, specifically when it comes to guys, I like to be in control of situations and avoid impulsive decisions, keeping my heart safe and my hymen intact. So as I’m strolling hand-in-hand with Crew—a guy I’ve known only a few days—wandering around a furniture store with his mom and younger brother, all I can come up with for how I got here is that this is one of those times. It’s almost as if my fingers have a mind of their own, drawn to his like magnets, rebelling against my own standards of prudence and practicality. Crazy shit.

  The way I see it, I’ve got two choices. I can choose to accept it without a rational explanation, or I can stubbornly fight it, but either way, I know the truth; there’s no place else I’d rather be right now. And as terrifying as that should be, I’m not scared at all.

  Okay, well¸ maybe a tiny bit.

  “Hey, Hudson! Come check this one out!” Caleb hollers across the showroom as he dives onto one of the display mattresses. “I need to make sure you like it, since you’ll be spending so many nights on it with me!”

  Crew holds up our joined hands in the air and extends his middle finger toward his brother as Mary hides her face in her hands, covering up her laughter. “Lord, there’s never a dull moment with these two,” she remarks through the smile she can’t hide.

  “Imagine what it’s like for my parents,” I snicker, still shaking my head as we approach Caleb, who’s now making snow angels on the pillow-top surface. “By the time Denver’s a teenager, I don’t think anything will surprise them.”

  Releasing Crew’s hand, I sprint ahead and vault onto the bed next to his little brother, joining in his silly, immature antics. “It’s supposed to snow tonight and for the next few days, so if you want to, we can make real snow angels later, or have a snowball fight after dinner with my sisters,” I offer as I do a horizontal jumping jack on the super soft surface.

  Seconds later, Crew glides onto the mattress next to me, draping one strong arm around my middle while using the other to tickle me relentlessly. “You think you can just run away from me?” He buries his face into the side of my neck, nipping at my earlobe as his fingers frantically swirl in torturous, relentless movements up and down my ribcage.

  Wiggling and writhing underneath him—partly to free myself from the tickling, but even more to escape my body’s reaction to him being so close—I gasp for air between the uncontrollable giggles and cries for mercy pouring from my mouth. “Stop…please…stop…” I squawk. “Ermagherd, Crew, I’m gonna pee in my pants.”

  The last comment spurs him to release me, and I leap up from the bed the moment I’m free, struggling to catch my breath while Caleb and Crew continue to crack up laughing. “When you least expect it, I’m so gonna get you back,” I warn as I straighten my clothes back into place. Looking over at Caleb, I stick o
ut my tongue. “You, too, just for encouraging him.”

  “Oh, I’ll be waiting, my little snow angel. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got,” Crew mocks me with a playful, yet daring tone.

  “Kids!” Mary calls out from near the exit doors while waving her arm wildly in the air to get our attention. “Come on; let’s go!”

  After both guys spring to their feet, Crew takes my hand back in his and hauls me close to him, pressing his lips to my temple. I never knew how nice a simple kiss on the forehead could make me feel, but when he does it, I feel special. I’m probably reading way more into the action than I should—more than he intended—but I can’t help the warm, tingly response he kindles inside me, nor do I want to. It…he feels so natural.

  “You need to find the ladies’ room before we go?”

  “Nah, I’m good.” I smirk, sauntering away from him toward where his mom and Caleb are waiting. “I was just trying to get you to stop.”

  Seconds later, I’m hoisted into the air, thrown effortlessly over his shoulder, with my butt pointed to the ceiling. “There’s gonna be a day real soon, Hudson that you’ll be begging me to never stop.” He chuckles roguishly while lugging me around like a sack of potatoes.

  “Don’t hold your breath, caveman,” I jest back, knowing he’s probably right as I silently admire the way his ass perfectly fills out his jeans with each step he takes.

  Despite both my and Mary’s protests, he carries me all the way through the parking lot, finally lowering me to my feet once we’re at their rental car. Proving chivalry isn’t dead, he opens the back door for me to climb in—just as he did when we were leaving earlier—before rounding the front of the car and sliding onto the bench seat next to me.

  Light snow flurries begin to fall during our drive back to the resort as the three of them discuss the upcoming move and the earlier smoking session. Mary had returned from her errands not long after we finished the first bowl of Orange Krush, and it was safe to say all three of us were definitely feeling the effects, laid back and relaxed, talking about anything and everything that came to our minds.