Tangled Web: A Small Town Romance (The Cortell Brothers Book 6) by Giulia Lagomarsino (an ebook reader txt) 📕

“Christ, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. She’s being paranoid.”

“No, I’m really not. He was unconscious and he was bleeding a lot. I almost risked dragging him out in the storm, but there was no way to get my car down the driveway.”

“I’ll call Corduroy, see if he can get someone out to you,” Eric said, the worry in his voice evident.

“No, don’t do that,” Andrew insisted. “Seriously, I fell the day I got here. What was that? Two days ago? I’ve been fine. No dizziness or anything.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Andrew insisted. “Besides, I’m sure there are other people that need help more than me.”

“Thank you for taking care of him, Lorelei,” Eric said.

“You don’t have to thank me. I didn’t particularly want a dead body rotting in the house with me during a snowstorm.”

Andrew gave me a glare and Eric huffed out a laugh. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

“Look, my phone is gonna die, so you’re not gonna be able to reach me.”

“Okay, how much food do you have?” Eric asked.

“Enough for a few more days,” I answered. “And we have plenty of firewood. It’s a little chilly, but we’re finding ways to keep each other warm,” I said with a smile.

“She means with sex,” Andrew clarified.

“Thanks,” Eric deadpanned. “I didn’t get it when she was being subtle.”

“Well, I figured. That’s why I explained it.”

I covered my mouth as I giggled, loving to see this playful interaction between the brothers. I couldn’t wait to meet all of them at once and see how that played out. They must be hilarious together.

When he finally hung up, he tossed his phone, claiming that the damn thing was dead anyway. He shifted his body over mine, hovering between my legs. I could feel his erection pressing against me, so I spread my legs and allowed him in. He threw the comforter over us, blocking all the cold air from us. His tongue slid over my body as he lazily slid in and out of me. My hands ran along his back as my eyes slipped closed.

He was being so tender right now, totally different from how we normally were. And suddenly his questions made sense. I had told him it was just sex, and now he was making love to me. Something inside me panged, my chest tightening at the feelings that were tugging at me. I’d never felt this before, never needed someone like I needed him.

Out of everyone in my life, he was different. He wasn’t here to save me or take care of me. He just wanted me for me, and as he slowly pushed me to orgasm, I clung to him tighter, finally understanding the need to have someone really love you. And I wanted that so bad. I was already half in love with Andrew. I had never loved a man, not beyond friendship. And I was quickly realizing that there was a huge difference between a man you loved as a friend and a man that you loved and were willing to give your heart to, to risk everything for.

The heat built between us, our pants filling the small space under the covers. Despite the cold, Andrew worked up a sweat, his body slick as his body rubbed against mine. His body was pressed against mine and he held me to him, my legs wrapped around his body. I was panting hard, my heart beating an unsteady rhythm as he made love to me. I held him to me, emotion clogging my throat as he kissed my neck and then slid his lips across mine. His tongue slowly made love to mine. He moved faster, his hips jerking against mine. I felt myself starting to shake as my orgasm took over. It wasn’t as powerful as when he fucked me hard, but it came with this rush of feelings that I wasn’t expecting.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as his harsh breath fanned out on my face. He brushed the tears from my cheeks, the look of concern on his face almost more than I could take.

“Hey…”

I shook my head, smiling up at him. “I’m fine…really.”

He leaned forward and kissed me again. Blowing out a harsh breath, he shook his head. “We have a problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I think I’m—“ He stopped, his brows furrowing as he looked down at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was like he couldn’t get the words out. Was it possible that he felt the same way I did? Was that what he was trying to tell me with that whole car running us over scenario?

“You think what?”

He cleared his throat and laughed. “I think my dick is going to fall off from the cold if this lasts too much longer.”

I could tell that wasn’t what he was going to say, but he obviously wasn’t ready to tell me the truth, so I laughed along with him.

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that you fuck me long and hard enough to keep it warm and attached.”

A slow grin split his lips and he kissed me hard. “I think I can handle that.”

It was snowing again, just as hard as the last time. Andrew was sleeping off the remnants of sex, but I was too keyed up over what had just happened between us. Slipping out of our covers, I quickly dressed and pulled on double the layers to stay warm. Then I pulled on my hat and some fingerless gloves. As I walked out of the living room, slowly shutting the door behind me, I pulled a scarf around my neck, wrapping it tight. I made my way upstairs to the third floor and sat down at my easel. My last piece was dry, so I set it against the wall and pulled out a blank canvas.

I knew it was pointless to work on anything right now. It was so freaking cold in the house, but with the beautiful scenery