Callie's Captors [Mountain Men(33)

She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. He had to believe that even if she didn’t trust him yet, her gut would tell her the truth.

“Is that why I can’t leave right now?”

“Yes.”

Raine shifted back and forth on his feet and Pete cleared his throat. Blue could sense the beasts inside them, pacing, waiting. Like him, they knew there were more reasons, but wasn’t love the most important one? The fact that it wasn’t The Time for Leaving or that they weren’t sure if the portal was still there didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting her to trust them and to realize she belonged with them.

“So? Are we doing a photo shoot or what?”

“Yeah, Blue. We are. Pete, move onto that rock over there.”

She’d decided to accept what they’d said for now. But he knew she’d want a better explanation later. She’d need time to process the information he’d thrown at her, yet compared to other women he’d heard about, she was handling it well.

He motioned to Pete to get going. Pete clambered on top of the flat rock and stretched out, his cock erect and flying.

“How’s this?”

She clicked a photo then hurried to another position to take one more. “Perfect. And you’re okay with my showing these photos off? Would you be all right with my putting them in an exhibit? Maybe to sell?”

Pete’s eyebrows shot up. “I guess. But you have to promise me something.”

Blue almost laughed when she puffed out her exasperation.

“What is it with you guys and promises? Now what do I have to promise?”

“You have to swear you won’t get jealous. Once you show the photos of me to your girlfriends, they’re going to want to know where to find me. You make sure you tell them that I’m a one-woman man and that you’re the one woman.”

He should’ve told his brother to stop pushing, but when he saw her hesitation and when she didn’t answer, he couldn’t help but feel encouraged.

Pete sat up and flexed his muscles. “Is this a good pose?”

Before she could answer, Raine jumped on top of the rock and pushed Pete off. He yelped as he fell to the ground and Callie laughed. Blue dashed past them and into the pool as Callie regrouped and started taking more shots.

“Let’s get all three of you in the water.” She waved her arm, directing his brothers to join him. They posed, Raine and Pete with their backs to Blue, who stood in the middle with his hands clasped behind his back.



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Callie didn’t know what to think. Did she believe what Blue had told her? She couldn’t, could she? Every time she’d let her guard down, trusting in people who’d made promises to her, she’d always ended up getting hurt. Did she dare let the men into her heart? They were different, but was what they’d told her real?

She was afraid to take that risk, but a part of her ached to do so. Was that because this was the one time her heart wouldn’t get hurt? If she could believe, would she finally gain the love and the home she’d wanted her entire life? Wasn’t that worth the risk?

Could they love her so fast? Did she care for them?

She’d never been one of those girls who thought her white knight would arrive to make her life complete. And love at first sight? That bullshit was for hopeless romantics.

Wasn’t it?

Her mind whirled and her heart ached, needing answers to her questions. But taking the photos helped. Not only did it take her mind off what he’d told her, leaving it for later when she was alone and could think it through, but it was giving her shots any other woman photographer, professional or amateur, would kill for.

Wow, but they’re amazing.

She’d taken pictures of bodybuilders, models, and actors, men who made it their profession to look good, but the Deacon brothers put them to shame. Their muscles glistened as the droplets of water coasted down their hard chests and ripped stomachs. The water reached their lean waists, but she could still see their hard cocks through the clear water. Each was lined with blue-purple veins and capped with a bulbous end that begged her to lick it. Raine’s and Pete’s cocks were curved, but she doubted Blue’s would fail to find her sweet spot. She almost regretted her sexual romps with Pete and Raine because she hadn’t taken the time to feast on their cocks.

I’ll make sure I suck them the next time.

She paused, then went straight into the next shot as the men turned and gave her their backs to admire. They had the broadest shoulders she’d ever seen and her fingers itched to slide over their skin. Or to pinch their firm, round asses.

The next time?

If it were up to the Deacon men, there’d be a next time. But did she want that?