Northern Exposure: Compass Brothers, Book 1 Read Free Page A

too old for this clandestine nonsense.
    “Amuse yourselves for a bit. I’ll have us there in twenty minutes.” Red careened along the treacherous roadway, dodging snowdrifts and frozen road kill. He peeked over at them groping each other every couple seconds.
    Silas decided to give the man a show. He flipped the truck’s heater to the max then unzipped the woman’s down vest. He shoved the puffy, ice blue garment from her shoulders before burrowing his hands beneath her sweater. Her satiny skin seared his work-roughened fingers. She didn’t squeak or flinch when the calloused surface of his palms scraped her nipples.
    Instead, she moaned then arched closer. Her hips rocked, searching for some contact on her pussy. Even through the layers she wore, he could smell her arousal.
    “Mmm, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He pinched the puckered tips of her breasts.
    Hard.
    “The sweetest looking ones always are.” She tilted her head then purred, “Haven’t you figured that out by now?”
    If only her theory were true then Lucy wouldn’t have fled when she’d caught him and Colby messing around. One moment had changed the course of his life forever. If Lucy had stayed, or come closer—curious—he and Colby could have taken turns gifting her with pleasure after pleasure.
    Silas had already brought the hungry woman on his lap to multiple orgasms, wishing she truly was the girl he longed for, by the time they reached their quarters. He refused to call the shithole home. Only one place deserved that honor, and it sure as hell wasn’t some cinderblock dormitory in the middle of frozen-fucking-nowhere.
    He threw her over his shoulder and strode for the back of the building. Red ran ahead to their window, hopping through the pane they left unlocked most nights they went out. No matter how rough their fuckmate liked things, flaunting an eager woman to an entire crew of isolated, horny men suffering eternal boredom couldn’t be forgiven.
    Silas wrapped his hands around her dainty waist then handed her to Red. After he pulled himself up and through, he shut the window tight, covering it with thermal protectors. Hands on hips, he took stock of the situation. The ride had sobered him some, enough to assess his two willing partners, who ripped each other’s clothes off on the bare mattress in front of him.
    He crossed the ten meager steps to their door, which opened into the dorm’s hallway. After a quick check through the peephole, he wedged a chair beneath the knob. Things could get loud. He wouldn’t chance anyone coming to investigate, hoping to bust in on the action. In the past decade, he’d had to fight off more than a few overzealous brutes.
    Despite his less than sterling track record, he wouldn’t stand for a woman to be hurt. Unless he inflicted controlled pain that detonated an explosion of rapture.
    From the steady slaps and moans behind him, he figured Red had a head start in that department. Silas let the man have his fun because once he joined the game, the tables would turn and Red would beg to please him. It happened without fail.
    Memories of the man bending over for Silas had precome dribbling from the head of his cock. He padded toward the couple wrestling on the sagging bed. In the glow from the bare bulb over the can—the sole light in the room—his mind played cruel tricks. Red and their hookup resembled Colby and Lucy.
    Why had he never noticed that about Red before? Maybe his subconscious obscured the real reason he’d allowed the man to worm closer than anyone in years. Silas stroked his stiffening shaft and permitted his imagination to run wild.
    “Get on your hands and knees, baby.” Red directed the woman to present herself to Silas. “He loves to fuck from behind.”
    His roommate spread the woman’s legs until her pussy lips separated, the moist tissue glistening in the diffuse light. Silas didn’t lose concentration as he reached to the table beside the bed for a condom,