Two Fine for Pine

Big, Blooming & Wild! Two Fine for Pine Isabella Jordan All rights reserved.

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Big, Blooming & Wild! Two Fine for Pine Isabella Jordan Botans Charles and Christopher have found a wonderful home in Cana, Virginia. Half the small population is made up of farmers, musicians, and craftsmen of all kinds who’ve been there for generations. The other half is made up of nudists and other free spirits who came to Cana for the beautiful, green mountains and the opportunity to express themselves in a stress free environment. When Vanessa Arnault arrives in town, the twins immediately know that their woman has finally arrived, big, beautiful, and exotic. There’s just one problem. Her father owns the land the Botans call home and she has an idea for a signature line of puppy palaces and kitty condos for the pets of her affluent friends and acquaintances back in NY and Paris. She’s even picked out two trees, the tallest and grandest oaks in the wooded area, for the first puppy palace meant for her own pet. Charles and Christopher have a lot to do and a short time to do it in. They must convince Vanessa that her idea for designer pet homes isn’t the best she can do, win her heart, and claim her as their mate. It’s either that or risk being cut down and used to make a miniature Taj Mahal for her pet poodle Pierre.

Chapter One “You know what I think of this place?” Vanessa Arnault glanced around at the endless acres of trees and rich countryside of Cana, Virginia, and smiled. “That your father should have punished you by giving you a French vineyard instead?” Brenda stood just behind her with her arms folded across her chest looking bored out of her mind. Vanessa knew how her friend felt. When her father had announced his latest and most devious plan to force her to grow up, she’d considered being sent to Cana a fate worse than death too. They were out in the middle of nowhere. No clubs, primitive shopping at best out here in the sticks. There was nothing for miles but cows, farms, more cows, and people of all types who stared at her wherever she went and not in a good way. “I know things seem bleak now,” Vanessa began. “But I’ll tell you something, Brenda. I’m going to take Daddy up on his challenge.” Brenda’s expression went from bored to incredulous. “You’re going to become a farmer?” “No.” Vanessa laughed. “He wants me to grow up and learn about the real world, right? He gave me this land and six months to figure out what to do with it to turn a profit. I’m going to prove to him I can do it.” “He threatened to take away your credit cards again, huh?” “Oh, shut up!” Brenda had been her best friend since they were two and knew her father nearly as well as she did. Her friend knew how the drill went. “Maybe he did. But what if, for once, I proved myself?” Brenda’s burst of laughter didn’t surprise her. It did piss her off.

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“If you were going to prove yourself to your father, Vanessa, why couldn’t you have done it last year when he sent you to his store on Rodeo Drive? You had the perfect opportunity to break into the fashion industry right there.” “You mean working for the evil troll who manages that store?” Vanessa asked. “The only thing I learned from her is what happens when there’s no respect for basic human rights.” “She fired you for boinking that French guy -- what was his name? -- in one of the dressing rooms,” Brenda reminded her. “Oh yeah.” Vanessa smiled at that naughty little memory. “His name was Etienne. And she would have fired me anyway because she was a troll.” “And you don’t like to do any real work,” Brenda pointed out. “That was harsh, Brenda. I can do real work. I’m going to do a lot of real work right here in this place.” “I still wish you could have found ambition last year on Rodeo Drive.” Brenda shook her head. “What the hell are we going to do out here? Develop a line of designer Christmas trees?” “I thought of that.” And she had. “But then I had this brilliant idea at the spa.” Brenda’s dark eyes met hers. “I’m afraid to ask.” Walking over to one of two incredibly tall trees next to them, Vanessa knocked on its solid trunk, careful to do so gently because its bark was rough. The last thing she needed to do was crack one of her airbrushed nails until she could figure out if there was a spa in hillbilly hell. “Look. This is a huge, gorgeous oak tree.” “I’m impressed you knew it was oak,” Brenda told her. Vanessa reached into her Prada tote and pulled out the Nature for Dumbbells book she’d bought before she’d caught her flight out of New York. “There are a ton of trees here, all quality wood that can be made into something that can turn a profit.” “You’re going to make furniture?” Brenda asked.

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“Even better.” Her friend would love her idea since she was a pet lover too. “We’re going to make designer pet homes.” “Pet homes?” Brenda’s pretty smile lifted her spirits. “Vanessa’s Precious Pet Palaces.” She held her arms out for effect. “What do you think?” “Love it!” “The first one is going to be for Pierre, my baby poodle,” Vanessa explained. “A perfect, miniature Taj Mahal. There are all kinds of crafty people who live here who can make anything out of wood.” Brenda had caught onto her excitement, her black eyes gleaming. “My kitty? Tinkles? What about her?” “Hmm, how about a miniature Buckingham Palace?” “Make it Chateau Gaillard and you’ve got a deal.” “Wonderful choice.” The two trees she stood before drew her attention. Oak trees and they looked remarkably similar. Well, you don’t see that every day. They appeared to be the biggest and best two oak trees as far as the eye could see. They’d be perfect to use for the first two pet homes for Pierre and Tinkles. “What are you doing?” Brenda asked as Vanessa pulled a can of red spray paint out of her purse. “Marking these two trees. They’re the best I’ve seen. We’ll use them to make our first two precious palaces.” “Since when do you carry spray paint? You’re going to start a graffiti business too?” Vanessa drew a huge red X on the trunk of each tree, doing a good job in her opinion. “No, my book said I’d need some way to mark the trees I wanted for specific purposes.” Vanessa shrugged, tossing the can back into her bag. “Let’s head back to the house.”

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At least they had a decent place to stay. The house was nearly a hundred years old and it offered a wonderful view of most of her new property even if it was lacking in basic necessities. Vanessa would love it even more once the hot tub arrived and she had it installed. The closets would need to be expanded and all the old-fashioned décor would have to go. Then there was the satellite dish, high-speed Internet, a home gym… Once she’d made some modifications and found a decent chef willing to come out to the sticks, living there just might be tolerable.

*** I always wondered who owned this land. Now we know. Charles’ voice in his head held a touch of concern and Christopher didn’t understand why. Christopher shifted from his natural Botan appearance as the mighty oak to his human form once the two human women were out of sight, staring down at the red X the gorgeous one had left on his lower torso. What are you doing, Christopher? Christopher grinned up at his twin brother, who was still in oak tree form. “I’m going to get ready for a trip into town.” At last they’d found her, the woman meant to be their mate. They’d been waiting for decades and he didn’t mean to waste any time now that she’d arrived. “Are you coming with me?” He could feel his brother’s aggravation. Within seconds, Charles began to shift. His bark became smooth flesh, his roots drawing out of the ground to form human feet. Leaves drew in or scattered on the ground at his feet. Once his brother had fully transformed, he stood frowning in front of him. “Was this necessary?” Charles motioned to the red X that rode a little higher on his abdomen than Christopher’s did. “This isn’t good.” “Are you kidding? This is wonderful, man. That’s her. She’s the one we’ve been waiting for.”

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Charles clearly didn’t agree with him. His brother’s deep green eyes, identical to his own, shot daggers at him. “Just so we’re clear, you mean the paint wielding woman with the miniskirt?” “Who else?” What was wrong with Charles? Why was he being so obstinate when they’d finally found their mate? “The other one was way too skinny. Vanessa. That’s what her friend called her. Big, beautiful, cocoa skinned Vanessa. I liked her little accent too. Think that was French?” Charles shook his head at him. “You don’t watch nearly enough television. Of course her accent was French.” His brother was right. The television was a vital part of the human culture and their primary source of education. They had one in the small metal house they kept. They’d filled it through the years with many things that could be found in a human residence. Christopher just preferred being outside with his kin, the other Botans who were searching for mates, and the rest of the forest he called home. He enjoyed feeling the wind and the rain through his branches, the wonderful changes in temperature. He could experience none of that staying inside their metal box. Besides, sitting in one spot for hours watching the humans talk nonstop on television got on his nerves. Some of the channels they watched now that Charles had gotten the satellite service were just barbaric. Shows where they cooked plant life of all kinds, his kin. Shows where they graphically depicted the murder of his tree kin and all the ways the wood from the slaughtered trees was used. It pissed him off. The moment a human was killed anywhere in the world it was all over their news shows. He never saw a thing on the shows about the senseless slaughter of hundreds of trees each day. Which only proved that most humans were insanely self-important. Yet, not all of the humans were bad. The free folk who often came into the woods to camp and have fun, nudists and hippies they were called among the humans, seemed like a good lot. Their diets were hideous because they were primarily made up of all type of plant life. Yet they actually showed concern for the environment, their home,

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and he and Charles always enjoyed their visits. Almost immediately upon their arrival, they took off all of their clothing and went about their day in their natural form. Christopher, who’d never understood why it was necessary for humans to wear all of that stuff when in human form, totally respected that. Charles shook his head, folding his arms across his chest. “What makes you so certain she’s the one, brother?” “Can’t you feel it?” Christopher couldn’t believe he didn’t sense it as strongly as he did. “I did the moment she walked up to us. It’s her. And she’s perfect.” “She’s sturdy.” Charles shrugged, ever the practical one. “She’s attractive. But we’ve seen several girls just like her over the last ten years. What makes her the one?” “Instinct tells me it’s her,” was the best explanation he could offer. It was the truth. If Charles expected him to say that a bird whispered into his bark or he saw a halo over her head, he could forget it. Instinct was all they had to go on here. Sure, they needed a female who was sturdy as his brother put it. Someone who could survive the hard winters this planet sometimes had. The winters had decreased in severity over the last twenty years, but still they needed a stout mate to weather the cold. No frail female for them. They also needed a female who was lusty and wanted to take both of them on because it was tradition in their family. He and Charles did everything together, shared everything, and a mate would be no different. It also didn’t hurt to find a female who was pretty and attractive. He couldn’t put his finger on why he was so enchanted with Vanessa. He just was and that was good enough. Besides, if they found a mate he was more likely to spend time with her than Charles who couldn’t be more boring if he tried. His endless devotion to studying the planet that was now their home baffled Christopher sometimes. So it only made sense that he should be the one to decide who their mate was. It should be someone he liked, someone who turned him on. He’d be a rotting stump before Charles decided on a female. He couldn’t wait on that.

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“Instinct?” Charles’ expression was clouded with doubt. “That’s what you said about the stripper from West Virginia five years ago, remember?” “That was a bout of lust, I’ll admit.” Christopher had to give him that one. “She wasn’t a good choice, just like you said. She was into substances… What was that called?” “Cocaine.” “Yes, that. And she wouldn’t have made a good mother to our seedlings.” “And this one will?” “She looked incredibly healthy,” Christopher pointed out. And he couldn’t wait to get his hands on all that creamy, smooth flesh. “She did.” “She’s vivacious and charming,” Christopher went on. “If by that you mean shallow and self-centered, then you’re correct. Did you listen to what she said? She means to cut down trees, starting with us, to make miniature houses for poodles and pet cats. Not my idea of a life mate.” Christopher had to laugh at that. “We can change her mind.” His brother’s eyebrows shot up. “Don’t be so certain. She sounded pretty set on this course.” “She’s set on not losing her privileges. She won’t do any more than she has to in order to get what she wants. I could probably talk her out of this crazy idea in ten minutes. Then we come up with something else that would make her father happy and that would allow her more time to spend with us. And I definitely want her spending more time with us. Besides, once she’s our mate, we’ll be the Elder Wood…” Charles shook his head. The lecture was coming. Christopher could tell. “We’re that already because we were the first to awaken. We don’t need a mate for that though it would be nice to lead the way in that regard since we are the Elder Wood. But now that we’ve been here for, oh, sixty years, I realize that it’s not such a big deal.” That was a new argument for Charles.

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“It is a big deal,” Christopher argued. “The other Botans all listen to you and respect you. I’ve always told you that I’d be there with you but you’re the oldest and you’d obviously be in charge --” “They listen and respect us because we’re the biggest. That’s why. And I really don’t care about the whole Elder Wood thing anymore, Christopher. There are so many other things to do.” Christopher rolled his eyes at his brother. He wasn’t making this easy at all. “Well, you’ve got so much to do?” Christopher started in the direction of their metal box home for human clothing. “I’ll pursue Vanessa by myself.” He stopped to look back over his shoulder at his brother who wore a comical expression on his face. “What?” “You’re going by yourself?” Charles asked him. “Yes. We’re not joined at the hip after all. I can do that.” “That’s not how it’s done in our family, Christopher.” “I don’t give a damn about tradition.” “What if something goes wrong, Christopher? Thought of that? That could have some interesting consequences.” Christopher shrugged, past the point of caring. The only thing he had to worry about was Charles shifting to his Botan form while they were separated. Not always, but often when that happened, he’d be forced to shift too. That’s the way it was in their line. That could be awkward. Still, it was better to try than to vegetate for sixty more years. “I’ll take my chances,” he told Charles. With that, he marched off in the direction of their human home. Charles was annoyed with him and he didn’t agree about Vanessa. But he knew his brother would follow him on his quest anyway.

Chapter Two “Brenda?” Vanessa grinned at her friend over her generous portion of chocolate pie before glancing again at the gorgeous man who’d just walked into the restaurant. “What would be the perfect thing to have after I eat this beautiful piece of pie?” Her friend’s dark eyes were clouded by boredom as she lifted her cell phone to check for calls for the hundredth time since dinner had started. “You know the reception sucks out here.” Now that gorgeous man was watching Vanessa in a way that had her body heating up fast. She took a finger and scooped up a white puff of whipped cream topping from her pie, making a great show of licking it off her finger. And oh, didn’t that get his attention? “Now answer me.” Brenda shrugged. “Another piece of pie?”

“How about a piece of ass?”

A pretty smile formed on her friend’s face at that. “Where?”

“He’s behind you. Don’t look yet.”

“Is he alone?”

Vanessa nodded.

“Damn! That figures.” Still, Brenda seemed more animated than she had been

since they arrived in Cana. “Okay, so he looks good. But he’s probably a local. Thought of that? He could be a pig farmer for all you know.” “Snob.” Vanessa giggled as a pretty young waitress greeted him. “So what if he is a pig farmer? He can fry my bacon if he wants to.” And apparently he wanted to because he pointed in the direction of their table. The waitress looked unsure but after a moment, she led him to them. “Excuse me, ma’am,” the girl in her pink uniform said to Vanessa. “The gentleman said you were waiting for him?”

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Okay, she could see why the waitress was confused. She and Brenda had gone through the entire meal without one mention of someone else joining them. Still, she didn’t want her potential man for the night to feel uncomfortable. “I have been waiting for him.” Vanessa grinned at him saucily before returning her gaze to the waitress. “Thank you.” “You got the check, Vanessa?” Brenda tossed her phone into her purse, looking at her expectantly. Her friend would leave her with the man. It was decent of her considering their desserts hadn’t been there for very long. When Vanessa nodded to the cheesecake in front of her friend, Brenda waved a hand at it. “I’m probably going to have to purge for two days to get rid of the rest of dinner,” Brenda told her. “I’ll live.” With that, her friend slid across the vinyl seat and the handsome man stood there, stepping back politely and waiting for her to rise and make her way to the door. Brenda threw her hand up in a quick wave without looking back. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” the man said, taking a seat in Brenda’s place. He wasn’t waiting for an invitation. Vanessa liked that. Though she really hadn’t given him any reason so far to think he needed one. “She was done,” Vanessa said simply. “And you are…?” “Your next lover.” Smooth. Very smooth. She liked a kindred spirit. Someone who saw what they wanted and went after it without apology. A lot of men didn’t get it. They either tried to play the gentleman until they’d embarrassed themselves into oblivion or they treated her like a dirty girl, which was fine once in a while, but that whole routine usually got old fast. “Maybe you are,” she told him. After getting a closer look at him, she knew he was definitely her next lover. He could work on the back of a trash truck and she wouldn’t care. He was fine. His eyes were a deep mossy green, lined with a heavy fringe of dark lashes the same color as his thick, gorgeous head of hair. He had a face that belonged in a Dolce & Gabbana ad

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despite his Farmer Fred clothes. From what she’d seen of those cheap faded jeans, he filled them out nicely. The blue button-down shirt he wore was way outdated but he still looked nice in it. “Maybe we could go some place private and I could convince you,” he continued. Nice smooth voice. He couldn’t be a local, she decided. He didn’t have the country twang to his words. And those words all had the correct number of syllables. His vowel sounds were short and clear. “Unlike my friend, I would like to finish my pie first,” she informed him.

He smiled. “By all means. I like a woman with a good appetite.”

She made him wait until she’d taken the first bite to respond to that. While the

rest of her meal had been deep fried and swimming in gravy, the pie was just excellent. Creamy and rich. “Appetite for what I wonder?” Vanessa teased him. That earned her only a small shrug with a single shoulder. “A woman with a good appetite for food only makes her sturdier.” That had her pausing before the second forkful of pie could reach her lips. “Sturdier?” Vanessa snorted. “There’s a word I’ve never had used on me in a pickup.” “Desirable,” he offered. “Is that better?” “Much.” He seemed content to watch her enjoy the pie, and she took her time, trying to make a little show for him since he seemed so interested. Before she downed the last bite, she smiled at him. “So what’s your name?” She should at least know what to call him if they were going to do the nasty. “Christopher.” “Christopher what?” “It’s just Christopher.” Vanessa nodded at him knowingly. “I get it. Are you married or something?”

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“Married? No.” He didn’t answer her in a way that made her suspicious at all. The strangest expression crossed his face. “Why?” “You didn’t give me a last name?” Did she have to point out the obvious? Was he one of those hunky-but-stupid types? “Last name.” His brows arched for a moment and he nodded. “Right. My last name is Oaken.” “Christopher Oaken.” It had a nice swing to it. “So what do you do here, Christopher?” “Do you mean a profession? I guess you could say I’m an environmentalist.” Vanessa finished off her pie and pondered that. She was pretty sure she knew what an environmentalist was. Her father called them tree huggers and dolphin lovers. He said they often got in the way of good business. And her business was cutting down the trees to make into pet homes. At least it would be. She had to wonder what he’d think of that. Maybe she’d keep that under her hat until she got what she wanted from him. “Tell me about you, Vanessa.” His voice broke into her thoughts as she wiped her mouth and placed her napkin on the plate before her. “How did you know my name? Do you recognize me?” Again, a strange expression. “Your friend called you Vanessa. I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen you before though. What’s your last name?” “Arnault. My father is the famous designer.” That had to ring a bell. Yet she could tell from the blank look on his face that he had no idea what she was talking about. “Designer of what?” Was he kidding? “The clothing designer. Probably the most famous designer in the world now.” Hello? Christopher nodded at that. “Sounds like a good line of work. Designing human clothing. Are you a designer as well?”

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Human clothing? What did he think she meant by clothing designer? Designing clothing for farm animals? “No.” It was her father’s fondest dream to have her follow in his footsteps. Probably why she resisted it. “I’m here for something else. To check out some land my father owns.” “I see. Where does he own land?”

Careful now. Truth was best. She didn’t have to elaborate on what she planned to

do with it after all. “Are you familiar with the old Vaught house on Dusty Mile Road?” Christopher’s expression sobered a little and he nodded. “I know that house.” “He bought it and several acres of land around it. I think from the original owner’s great-grandson.” “From Tim Broussard?” Vanessa nodded. Well, he seemed very well versed about the area. “It’s a beautiful plot of land,” he said. Christopher leaned closer, placing an elbow on the table before him. The smell of him immediately got her attention. It was a fresh, woodsy smell -- but manly too. Very nice. “What does he plan to do with it, Vanessa? The house and all that land?” Vanessa stuck with the truth. She just didn’t think it a good idea to reveal her entire plan. “He’s sent me here to see what I can do with the place. So I’m fixing up the house and talking to people about what we might do with it.” His face split into a wide grin at that. “So you’re planning to stay here for a while?” That was better. Now he was shifting his focus back on her where it needed to be. “I’ll be here a lot,” she explained. “Most of my friends and family are in New York and Paris but I’ll be here for quite a while, yes.” “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” Oh, that grin of his was growing all kinds of sexy.

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“Why? Just because I’m going to be here for a time doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll be spending it with you.” “I can make you want to spend time with me.” That confident, was he? Okay, now she really had to check this guy out. “I’m willing to give you the chance to prove that.” Still, it seemed fair to warn him about how she rolled. “Just one thing. I’m not ready to settle on just one guy yet and that poses problems at times…” His expression, if anything, became more eager. “I have absolutely no problem with that.” “Really?” How cool was this? “So you don’t mind sharing me?” “No.” Damn. She wondered what other type of kinky things he might be into. Then she wondered why she was just sitting there and continuing this conversation. “How about I take care of the check and we make like a tree and leave?” She’d heard one of the locals use the phrase that day and had been dying to use it. Christopher chuckled at that. Okay, it wasn’t that funny. He did have a nice laugh though.

*** Christopher always struggled with going into wooden structures. The home Vanessa’s father had bought for her was an impressive piece of architecture but it was made with trees -- his kind. He could still remember the noble trees they’d cut down to put on the addition back in the fifties. He’d been just a seedling but he remembered the screams the humans couldn’t hear, the sadness they’d all felt. Charles and he, along with the other Botans, had been there less than ten years at that point and he remembered wondering what sort of awful place Seq Viren had left them in. A shudder passed through his form as they approached the Vaught house. He’d always thought he’d like to see a human go into a house constructed from human bone and flesh. Then they might understand his dilemma.

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He didn’t think he would be able to go in and be with Vanessa in the way he wanted to. That meant he’d have to think of an alternate plan and fast. He’d need to keep her outside. And that would work out great because Charles would be watching. He wanted Charles to watch. He knew his brother wouldn’t be able to resist Vanessa’s charms for long. Charles would have to see that Vanessa was the one meant for them. Vanessa chattered on while he considered where they might go. A nod from him here and there seemed to please her. It wasn’t that he didn’t care what she was saying. He would have cared very much if he’d had any idea who all the strange beings she kept mentioning were. Dolce and Gabbana? She knew another set of twins then? And who was Ralph Lauren? “Here we are.” Vanessa stopped before the stairs of the house, flashing him that smile he’d already come to love. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He loved her dark eyes and her skin that was the color of fresh earth, beautiful brown. She was full-bodied and curvy. Her hair was a shining waterfall of black. Vanessa was perfect, exactly the woman they’d been looking for all along. He just couldn’t go into that house with her.

“Vanessa, it’s a beautiful night. Do we really want to go inside?”

He could tell by her expression he’d caught her off guard.

“I’ve got a big, beautiful bed upstairs,” she offered.

Probably made of oak. “What about the big, beautiful woods out here?”

“How tightly do you hug those trees, Christopher?” she teased him.

“How tightly do you?” he couldn’t resist throwing back at her.

“I’m no tree hugger.” Her expression wasn’t one of distaste when she said it.

That was something. “Not yet,” he warned her. “Let’s go into the woods. Near the pond.” “Oh, no. We’d get eaten alive by mosquitoes. And there are places where I don’t want to get bitten if you know what I mean.” “By me?”

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“Shut up!” Vanessa playfully punched him. “You’re serious, huh?” “About being outside? Very.” She shook her head at him but her smile didn’t diminish much. “Fine, but if I wake up with poison oak or a lot of itchy bug bites, I’m kicking your ass.” As long as you don’t cut me and my brother down, that’s fine with me. Christopher took her by the hand. He knew just where to go, down the stone path that led from the side of the Vaught house to Phillips’ pond. It took only a couple of moments to reach it and he couldn’t help but be pleased at Vanessa’s smile when they did. “That’s beautiful. The way the moon is shining off the water.” “You haven’t been here at night?” “I haven’t been here at all.” Turning, she smiled up at him. Her little hands smoothed up his chest and around to the back of his neck. “And at the moment I don’t care.” He groaned at the feel of her softness as she pressed against him. The scent of her was subtle, nearly choked beneath the man-made scent she’d apparently bathed in at some earlier point. He loved her scent, the feel of her full form against his. His cock became a throbbing ache beneath the tight denim he wore and his breath quickened. His arms slowly wrapped around her, his hands clutching at the back of the simple summer top she wore. She pushed against him more, grinding her pelvis against him in a way that made him want to tear off her clothes, lower her to the ground, and have her right now. He got the feeling that she’d accept that approach too. But he wanted it to be special, memorable. In one corner of his heart, he wanted it to be special because it was just him with her. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Charles joined in their fun. He wanted to burn tonight into her memory. He wanted her to clearly remember the time when it was just the two of them. He wanted to be special in her heart some day. Grabbing the hem of her top, he pulled it up to her chest and she lifted her arms to make it easy for him to remove it. While he dropped it to the soft, leafy ground, she

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easily undid the front clasp of her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts were firm, round globes that hung like delicious fruit before him. First he wanted to taste her mouth. He filled his hands with her breasts, enjoying the way the tips became hot little points against his palms while his mouth found hers. There was no need to entice Vanessa and it only made him want what she offered freely that much more. She let him slide his tongue into her mouth to fully taste her even as she continued to grind against him in a way that had him fighting for control. Christopher really thought he’d lose it when one of her hands slid down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. And there was less room in there with each second. “Damn, Christopher.” Her voice was breathy and playful when she broke the kiss. “I knew you looked fine but I didn’t realize that you were so well endowed.” She thought his cock was big now? You have no idea. “Let’s see what you’ve got here,” she whispered before dropping to her knees on the ground before him. Christopher’s jaw locked against the most incredible surge of lust he’d felt in ages while she struggled to unbutton the fly of his jeans and pull the zipper down. His hands slid into the silk of her hair while she pushed the denim over his hips and freed his erection. His heated length jutted out from his body, hard and ready. With a speed that startled him, she took him into her hands and wrapped her lips around the mushroom shaped head. His breath sucked in as she took him further into the hot cavern of her mouth, devastating him with the quick lashes of her tongue. When she took him all the way to the back of her throat, he thought he’d lose it and come right there in her mouth. Her deep moans were mind-shattering vibrations against the sensitive flesh of his cock. His fingers clutched in her hair tightly while she fucked him with her mouth, using just enough speed and suction to keep him on the edge of sanity. Moments went by until he couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling free of her, he dropped to his knees in front of her. While she still wore a mask of surprise, he hauled

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her into his arms and took her mouth with a kiss filled with all the lust and desire that coursed through him like a river in flood. Christopher wanted to know every inch of her from her gorgeous full lips to the small medallions at the centers of her breasts that stood up like sharp little points trying to get his attention. He dropped a trail of kisses across her sweet skin, down her neck to the generous mounds of her breasts. He wrapped his lips around one dusky nipple and began to tease her with his lips and tongue. Lowering her to the soft earth, Christopher loved the way her dark eyes glittered up at him in the moonlight while he suckled her, lashing the nipple he held between his lips with his tongue. He gave the other nipple the same treatment, not stopping or speeding up to give her ease. Christopher made her squirm in longing beneath him, pushing her breast up to his mouth and wrapping her legs around his waist so she could push her pussy against his freed erection. “What’s this?” His hand slid down the silky skin of her tummy to the soft fabric of her short skirt. He whisked it off her in seconds. There wasn’t a lot to the skimpy undergarment that was the last of her clothing. In fact, he wondered what the point of wearing it even was. His fingers found warm, sticky wetness buried in the folds it barely concealed. The scent of her arousal drifted up to him on the sweet night air and he closed his eyes against the surge of lust that tightened his body. “Yes, that’s it.” Her whisper was rough as he stroked her clit with feather light strokes. “Don’t stop that.” “You think I’m going to make it that easy for you?” Christopher loved the playful challenge in her eyes. “What are you planning on doing, country boy?” “Boy?” That had him chuckling. Now her grin was positively wicked. “Are you saying you’re a country man?” she teased. “I’m something beyond your experience,” he warned her, only half-joking.

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Her expression was hard to read while he tore off the skimpy undergarment and pulled her plump thighs wide apart. He slowly lowered his head toward her pussy, his eyes locked with hers. Ah, now he could recognize something there. Excitement. Hope that he was something different because it wasn’t hard to figure out from her conversation that she had a lot of sexual experience. Christopher smiled as he pressed his mouth to the dark curls covering the lips of her cunt. He welcomed her experience. It would only prove to her how different he really was. Vanessa’s sweet pussy was as delicious as her lips. He teased the tight little bud of her clit with slow caresses of his tongue. He loved the enthusiastic way she pumped her hips and pushed herself at his mouth. But he wasn’t about to let the impatient beauty rush him at all. Winding his arms around her thighs to hold them open, he mastered her, holding her captive to anything he wanted. Her hands came next but they offered only little tugs at his hair and neck while he licked her private flesh thoroughly. She writhed beneath him when he traced a slow circle around the heated opening of her pussy. When he began spearing his tongue inside her like a cock, she cried out in long loud bursts that told him she didn’t care if she brought the whole world down to the pond to see. She just didn’t want him to stop. Christopher waited until she was on the edge of her release and then pulled his mouth away. The look of shocked surprise on her face was short-lived because he positioned his cock at her opening and nudged insistently inside. He didn’t take his time pushing inside her. He couldn’t wait any longer to make her his and neither could she if the way she wrapped around him like a vine was any indication. Her cunt closed around him like a velvety fist and he slid in and out easily on her heated juices. He kept his rhythm slow at first, wanting to learn all her pleasure spots, how she felt and what she liked. All the bird sounds were silenced as her high cries broke the night. He kissed her lips, her shoulders, buried his face in her soft, beautiful hair. Flexing his hips in a steady, determined rhythm, his heart pounding against hers, he

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loved her as he’d never loved a human woman. He never wanted to pull free of her. He was drunk with the feeling of surging into her soft, giving body, and the scent of her excitement surrounding them in a sensual cloud only increased his intoxication. “Christopher!” Her accent was thicker when she spoke his name. She was frantic beneath him now and everything inside her tightened as she approached orgasm. Her nails raked the flesh of his shoulders. Her heels dug into the small of his back. He let her push him to go faster, thrust harder. She bucked her hips beneath his and he knew her release would be magnificent. Sweat dropped from his brow like rain and he fought harder for control each second. It was hard because she was so hot and inviting inside. She made him want to drive her completely insane with lust for him. And he would, he promised himself. At the moment, she was winning and pushing him over the edge of release with her. He couldn’t fight it much longer. Not this first time. “Christopher, yes!” Her flesh quivered around him and her body trembled fiercely when she came. He held on just long enough to enjoy watching pleasure and completion drift across her face while their bodies worked together. He loved the way it felt for her to hold him to her… Then his world shattered. Over and over his seed shot into her. It had been a couple of years since he’d enjoyed sex at all and he lost himself to it. He thrust wildly into her until he was spent. It seemed to take forever. It was over all too soon. It wasn’t until the dark cloud of lust cleared that he thought to hope he hadn’t hurt her because he knew his strength was considerable next to a human man’s. Apparently not. Vanessa pulled him down to her, cradling his head against the slick flesh of her breasts -- and what wonderful pillows they made. He sighed, feeling better than he had in decades while she stroked his back with her gentle fingers and played with his hair.

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“That was good, Christopher.” Her voice was a sensual purr. “I wouldn’t go right to ‘beyond my experience’ but it was very good.” Oh, she’d just challenged him. Christopher lifted his head to grin at her. “Then let’s get to it,” he told her. “This time we’ll go straight to beyond your experience.” The smile that earned him had him getting hard for her with alarming speed.

Chapter Three Vanessa grinned at Christopher, loving the way his cock was all ready again and jutting out from his gorgeous, powerful body. Just as he was about to reach for her again, she leapt to her feet and carefully sprinted to the pond. She splashed through the water, surprised that steam wasn’t hissing off her body after his first hot round of loving. Damn, he knew what he was doing. After she cooled herself in the pond, she’d have some more of that. Stopping for a moment when the water rode just above her hips, she shivered. The water was a lot colder than she’d expected. Yet, she felt exhilarated and good as she stood in the pool. “Wanted a cool drink, did you?” He walked without a care over the rough, twigstrewn ground to the edge of the water. Apparently he had tough feet. “Good idea.” “I wasn’t going to drink it.” She didn’t know what was in the pond besides her naked ass. It was dark. “I just needed to cool off.” He nodded, stepping into the water and moving in her direction. “If you’re done, very carefully walk to me, Vanessa.” “I’ll be careful,” she assured him. She didn’t want to cut up her feet. “You can swim?” She nodded. “Why?” “There’s a deep hole around the area where you’re standing. I don’t want to see you hurt.” “Oh.” While she could swim, she wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with escaping that. Heeding his advice, she carefully edged closer to Christopher. “Thanks for that. Glad you know this place.” Christopher held out a hand to her, smiling. “In time, you’ll learn it too.”

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“I’m going to be here at times but I wasn’t planning on getting to know the place quite so intimately.” “Why don’t you come over here and get to know me a little more intimately and we’ll see if I can’t change your mind about that.” Oh, she liked that idea. Her fingers had just reached his when she slipped. He caught her before she could fall, scooping her up in his arms like she was light as a feather. And Vanessa knew better than anyone that she was a lot of woman. Impressed, she let him carry her back to the grassy bank where their clothes littered the ground. He lowered her half on, half off her own clothes, and she loved the contrasting heat of his body combined with the cold of the night air on the wet skin of her lower body. She felt feverish, shivering in earnest now, and Christopher chuckled. “Shall I warm you up?” “Do you really think you need to ask me for permission?” His eyes gleamed with desire in the night and it had her pussy walls quivering. Men desired her for a lot of reasons combined with just wanting to fuck. This man didn’t care that she was the daughter of a famous designer or a popular socialite in her own right. He didn’t seem to want anything from her other than just her. He made her feel beautiful and desired. The whole concept had something shifting in her chest in a strange way. Since when did a man make her feel anything but the need to scratch her itch with a goodlooking piece of eye candy? Her lips met his kiss and her hands shifted from his chest to his shoulders, then his hair. The silky fine strands were short and slightly curly to wrap around her fingers. She enjoyed playing with his hair while he coaxed her with slow kisses. Christopher’s tongue licked over hers. His kiss was dominant, possessive as he claimed her mouth in a way that took her breath away. She loved his taste as she stroked his tongue with hers. He was all man, strong and mature, and he kissed her in a way that let her know he knew it.

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She’d thought since she’d had him once already that things would be slower this time. Yet now as his big warm body lowered onto hers, lust resurfaced hard and fast like drug withdrawal. Her nipples tightened up into painful little points and pushing them up into the solid wall of his chest did nothing to relieve the ache. When her clit began to slowly throb, she spread her thighs so his long body would sink onto the lower part of her that craved him again so fast. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead, her cheek even as she started grinding her pussy against him in want. “Is that better?” “Don’t tease me.” She was only half chiding him. He was heavy but that didn’t stop her from trying to angle her opening to meet with the tantalizing head of his cock which at the moment pressed into the middle of her belly. “Is there something I can do for you?” he asked, casually dipping his head to lick at one of her nipples. “Yes, you can fuck me, damn it!” His cock was jerking between them like mad so she knew it was working on him too. “I want it and I want it now.” She squirmed, she writhed. Only his tongue moved, lashing the tight peak of her breast. Her hands clutched in his hair hard because she wanted to get his attention. But he wouldn’t be rushed. For good measure, he moved over to the other breast, laving that nipple before nuzzling his face against her. “Christopher!” She wanted to slap the shit out of him when he glanced up at her and grinned. “You have to understand that I’m not in a hurry, Vanessa. I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time.” “You can look at me while you’re fucking me. Now do it!” Her clit was throbbing hard and juices slid from the empty place she needed him to fill again. His hand slid between them and a cry fell from her lips. Her lower body jerked when he slid two fingers through the small patch of dark wet curls and buried them inside her. Maddeningly, he worked them into her clenched channel, scissoring them inside her as he went until she was panting.

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Damn, what he could do with those long fingers, sensitizing her inner flesh until she thought she’d come. He stroked the inside of her and she worked her hips against his hand, wanting faster, deeper, harder. She was nearly out of her mind with need when he finally kissed his way up her body. She caught just a glimpse of the engorged head of his cock before he positioned it at her aching opening. His mouth covered hers as he pressed against her, hot and thick. “Come on, Christopher,” she begged when he became still. “I need it.” He was looking around and Vanessa immediately froze, her hands stilling on the sweaty flesh of his back. “What? Do you hear something?” It seemed to take him a moment to realize that she’d spoken. He snapped out of it and gazed down into her eyes. “No, all I see and hear and feel is you, Vanessa.” His voice was rough, and at that moment, he speared into her with one slow, easy movement. Vanessa sighed in absolute pleasure, her pussy walls stretching again to accommodate him. Damn, this is good. He retreated and thrust in again hard and deep. Yes. His ironhard flesh pulled out and then pushed balls-deep back in, over and over. Vanessa twined around him, loving the way he burned into her with strong, deliberate strokes. Her nails dug into his back as he thrust, his heated impalement threatening to steal her sanity while her inner muscles milked him. Orgasm was coming but Vanessa didn’t work for it now. She wanted to fight it, to make it powerful, to make it… Her lower body quivered with sensation and her pussy walls stretched, burned a little. It was like he’d widened within her or something. A groan spilled from her lips as he continued his devastating rhythm and she held onto him with everything she had as release tightened her. Over and over again, powerful sensations rocked her, pulsating and wild. She gasped and cried out while she convulsed with the most insane pure carnal bliss. Even in the throes of such excruciating pleasure, she met each of his thrusts. His hands clenched her hips, holding her in place so he could push into her deeper and

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faster. His body tightened and she skimmed her hands over all that clenched, smooth muscle while she came down. Recovery was short-lived. Vanessa arched her back, tension building anew before she even had time to gather her wits. She realized she was working to keep up with him as he headed toward his own orgasm. Christopher was a man. He could make her come again and again. He knew what he was doing, seemed to instinctively know what buttons she wanted him to push. Confidence oozed from him and there was nothing sexier. Letting her head fall back, she ground her hips against him and lived it, loved it. The man was fine. Vanessa came again the second before his final, heavy thrust. His seed spurted wildly inside her and she screamed and shuddered in ecstasy while his hips jerked between her thighs. Their bodies strained together, their cries ripping open the peaceful quiet of the pond. Oh, yeah. That was good. “So was that,” he managed between rough rasps of breath, “beyond?” Hell, yes. How had he been able to make his cock bigger in the middle of that? Or had it been her imagination? “Maybe.” She grinned up at him, struggling to breathe every bit as much as he was. “I think I’ll need some more to make up my mind.” His smile was beautiful and she felt him start to harden inside her. Oh, he couldn’t be serious. Could he? His cock grew even harder. Damn. Vanessa pumped her hips against him. She didn’t know how she’d fare another round but she definitely wanted to try. She didn’t have any compelling plans for the next day and she loved to sleep late. It wasn’t until much later that they got dressed and walked back to the house where she was staying. Well, he walked and she staggered like a drunken cowboy or something. The kiss he gave her before he watched her enter the house was boyish and

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romantic, even after all the lusty things they’d just done at the pond. They’d likely scared away every bit of wildlife in a mile radius. Vanessa wasn’t used to someone like that and she smiled to find him still standing outside the house as she looked out from her bedroom window. She waved and he waved back, still smiling. Still looking like the most mouth-watering man she’d ever seen. She waited for him to turn and find his way home. Instead he glanced over his shoulder, talking to someone she couldn’t see. Who the hell was out there talking to him at that time of the morning? She worked at the lock of the window. The rusty old latch was a bitch to move. By the time she managed it, Christopher was gone from sight and the only sounds she could hear through her open window were the chirping of hundreds of crickets.

*** Brenda’s call woke Vanessa up the next morning. She was surprised that her friend was able to get the cell phone call through given all the foliage and lack of towers in the area but she pulled it off. Probably out of desperation. Did she get the piece of ass? Yes. What was the plan for today? That question stopped Vanessa cold. It wasn’t until she abruptly got off the phone with Brenda that she even stopped to consider that. Brenda had probably been asking about what they’d be doing to advance her plan to prove to her father that she could start and run a business. But how the hell could she even focus on that? She’d had some Christopher Oaken last night and he was smokin’. She wanted more of that. And she wanted to ask him who he’d been talking to out in the woods as he was leaving her place. He’d regret it if he’d staged everything so he could make a celebrity sex video. Other notorious celebrities might not mind having their exploits floating around the Internet but no one was going to find her boinking on camera. Somehow she didn’t think that was the case. He would, however, tell her who he’d been talking to. Just to put her mind at ease. But first she needed to find him.

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Probably wasn’t the best idea to go with him to the pond to do the nasty and then let him get away without any details. But find him, she would. She didn’t stress about it as she got herself showered and put together. Vanessa did consider carefully what to wear and she’d brought a lot to choose from. It was important to be super appealing the day after with someone that hot. She definitely wanted to keep him on the line for a while and the best way to do that was to make him drool each time he saw her. She’d thought to have breakfast when she went downstairs only to find out it was one in the afternoon so she had a light lunch and went into town to hunt for her new lover. Someone who looked like him should have been easy to find. Yet he was nowhere to be found. She did pass a couple of shops. One was an organic food store that she wanted to remember to visit later. Brenda was into organic stuff. The other held great interest for her. Two old men sat outside in wooden rockers carving small pieces of wood in their hands. Okay, so they didn’t appear to have many teeth and wore denim overalls and John Deere caps. But one was carving a small boat and the other was carving what looked like a miniature carousel horse. Perfect! Maybe she’d found someone to create her pet palaces -- or at least the prototypes. She went into the store where a woman who looked a hundred years old worked at dusting things. Quaint as it all was, even Vanessa had to pause at the artistry of the carved wood décor, photo frames, furniture, and figures. All of it was such fine quality. Oh, her father wouldn’t be able to deny it. She’d just decided to approach the old woman and ask her who was responsible for all the wooden creations when she spotted Christopher outside. The old people could wait. She couldn’t wait to see her new man. His gaze was locked on her through the store window, his expression one of such intensity that she didn’t know what to make of it. She thought they’d had a good time last night. She knew she had.

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She reached him on the sidewalk outside and smiled her best sexy smile. “Hey, handsome.” “What were you doing in there?” Damn, he was pissed. What was this all about? That didn’t seem like her guy. “Excuse me?” she asked with attitude. “Six simple words to form a question. I’ll repeat it. What were you doing in there?” Now she really wasn’t liking this. “What’s it to you?” “You’ll have to pardon Charles, beautiful,” came a familiar voice. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and warm lips brushed her cheek in a way that had awareness tingling all over her. “He really hates this store.” Christopher? Turning around she found her Christopher standing there, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him hard. As much as she liked that, she shrugged him off and turned around to face the man who was pissed at her, who she’d thought was her Christopher. Who the hell was that? The angry one spoke now. “What’s wrong? Christopher didn’t mention he had an identical twin?” Vanessa threw an “I’ll talk to you later” glance at Christopher before answering. “Yes, he sort of left that part out. At least I picked the nice one.” The remark didn’t improve his demeanor. “No, you picked the one who’s better looking,” Christopher teased, walking around to stand by her side. “But Charles isn’t so bad once you get to know him.” “I’m sure,” Vanessa said sarcastically. “So why do you hate that store so much? They’ve got nice stuff in there. Someone piss you off?” That line of questioning would make her father happy. She was talking with a consumer about a business that was related to the one she was planning, right? Charles had just shot the first hole in her new idea balloon and she wanted to know the reason

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he had such a problem with the wood items store since that’s what she planned to produce. At that point, instead of glaring at her some more, he actually smiled. Now that really wasn’t fair because it was almost as cute as Christopher’s smile. Not quite but almost. It was a huge improvement. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have taken that out on you. They all piss me off actually.” “So it’s not the work you object to? It’s bad customer service?” “It’s exactly their work, as you call it, that I object to. They are barbarians.” What? Was she missing something? It was wood carving stuff. It wasn’t like they sold mink coats or killed animals for the products they sold. She wasn’t a member of PETA but she would have a problem with that. “What my brother is trying to say is that… they use local trees.” Okay, here came that tree hugger thing. She had to remember to proceed carefully here. “And that’s… bad?” She owned local trees and planned to cut them down to make her designer pet homes. “Very bad,” Charles continued. “Everyone, especially the brutes in that store, knows better than to disturb those trees.” Brutes? Those two old men and the woman who appeared to be their mother? “They don’t look all that dangerous to me,” Vanessa had to point out. “I don’t know. How do they disturb the trees exactly?” “Everyone knows about the woods where you’re staying, Vanessa.” Christopher toned down his expression as he met her gaze. “They’re haunted.” “What?” Okay, they had to be pulling her leg with this bit. She watched for some sly exchange of expressions between them but they just gazed at her soberly. “You’re serious?” They nodded. “You can’t be serious. I don’t believe in ghosts. That’s reality television.”

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“I assure you, Vanessa, these ghosts are quite real.” Christopher’s brother stared at her in all seriousness. “Unfortunate things happen to those who dare to cut down those trees.” Vanessa shook her head, motioning to the store she’d just left with a wave of her hand. “They look like they’ve been there for decades. If that’s true, the trees haven’t come to get them. That or they’re using non-haunted wood.” “She’s an old witch,” Christopher said, smiling. “It’s said that she uses her black magic to protect that store and her minions.” Vanessa smiled at that. Part of it was because Christopher was so damned cute trying to charm her with that slick little smile of his. The other part was them expecting her to believe this bullshit. Haunted woods and witches? In hillbilly hell? No way. Even if she believed in that shit, the town was too boring to pull it off. “What’s this really about, boys?” Vanessa looked from one set of gorgeous green eyes to the other. “Do you know why I’m here then? Are you afraid I’m going to build a Wal-Mart in the middle of those woods or what? What’s the deal?” “We’re trying to help you, Charles and I.” Christopher’s expression was a study in innocence, but something behind that benevolent expression didn’t feel right. “I know that you’re here to do something with the land your father bought. But please don’t disturb those trees, Vanessa. I wouldn’t like to see anything bad happen to you.” Tree huggers. Now what the hell did she do? She liked Christopher. She liked him a lot. He and his twin were out to save the trees even though her father gave her that land and she could technically do what she wanted to with it and the trees on it. She could throw him over and go through with her plan for her designer pet homes. Sure, she’d lose her new man but she never had trouble finding company of any kind when she really wanted it. She could make this thing happen and impress her father. Her heart sank in her chest at the thought of giving Christopher up, even though she hardly knew him. Damn, what was wrong with her? She’d spent a night with him.

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One night. What was there to let go of? He was a fantastic lay, maybe the best she’d had. But she’d let men screw things up for her so many times… “If you don’t believe us,” his brother offered, “come with us tonight. We’ll show you.” That did earn him a look from Christopher, whose surprised expression was quickly masked by a confident smile. “You’ll show me ghosts?” she wanted to know. “We’ll prove the woods are haunted,” Christopher told her. “Won’t we, Charles?” Charles. That was the other one’s name. “If the woods are so haunted, why were we outside last night?” she said to Christopher meaningfully. “You’re fine as long as the trees don’t perceive you as a threat.” A threat, huh? And they were going to prove the woods were haunted? That she had to see. She took them up on their little offer. “You’re on. Where and when are you going to show me the woods are haunted?” Christopher smiled. “I’ll be at your house around dusk.” Just Christopher? The way Charles was nodding made her wonder. “Are you coming too?” she asked Charles. Christopher’s grin widened. “I wouldn’t miss it,” Charles told her, his look predatory. Vanessa smiled at that. Christopher had been wonderful. Now she was going to meet him and his identical twin in the woods at night. She loved two men at once and good as Christopher was, if his brother was even half as good, she was in for some good loving. There was a slight pang of guilt when she thought of Brenda. Yet it went away quickly when she noticed two very heated gazes moving all over her body. They both wanted her, right? Trying to set Charles up with Brenda would only cause trouble. Vanessa gave her best seductive smile. “I’ll see you both tonight.”

Chapter Four “Well, this is nice.” Vanessa smiled as Christopher led her into a clearing where a comfy pile of blankets lay by a roaring fire. Charles waited by that fire, wearing a very cute grin that was totally different from his twin’s. It turned her on all the same. The night was about sex, it didn’t need to be explained, and she was really looking forward to it. She walked ahead of Christopher and made her way to the blankets, having a seat and making herself comfortable. That’s when she noticed the strange looking logs that burned to make the fire. “Are those fake fireplace logs?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking. Charles nodded, obviously seeing nothing amiss. “They are mostly ceramic and burn for about three hours,” he explained. Okay. They really took this tree hugging business seriously. Whatever. It was time to get the party started. Vanessa liked sex and she was ready for the promise that lay ahead for the night. “So what would you like to do first?” Christopher asked. The look on his face told her that he knew good and damned well what she wanted to do first. Vanessa wasn’t here to be the modest damsel to be seduced. She was the one who was going to do some seducing tonight. “I don’t want to go ghost hunting just yet.” And to make her point, Vanessa pulled off the jacket she’d worn. “I think it’s warm enough that I can lose this.” Flames from the fire lit up Charles’ eyes as he watched. Christopher followed her to the blankets and dropped to his knees behind her. “I think you can do without this too.” Without invitation, he gently grabbed the hem of the two tank tops she wore and pulled them over her head. She hadn’t worn a

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bra beneath and now her breasts were on full display for Charles’ benefit. It probably didn’t hurt to have Christopher reaching around her from behind to cup them in his strong hands. His fingers were gently tweaking the hard little tips he held and his lips were burning a hot trail down the back of her neck. Hot and cold pulses raced through every inch of her, centering on the delicate ache that had started between her thighs. She knew she could count on Christopher taking care of that ache and more. The look in Charles’ eyes told her that he’d be more than happy to help. “Isn’t she beautiful, Charles?” Christopher’s voice was a purr in the night. “Can’t you see how special she is?” Rising to his feet, Charles nodded. “She is beautiful, brother.” Her panties were soaked with excited juices by the time he joined them on the blankets. His eyes, so like Christopher’s but so different, gazed deeply into hers. “Vanessa, there’s more to you than I originally thought,” Charles whispered. That got her attention. She stared at his lips for a moment and it tore down his composure. Mere inches separated them and she could feel the heat radiating from him as surely as his brother’s body burned into the back of her. Christopher’s fingers on her breasts were a wicked torment even as his lips gently caressed the sensitive flesh of her shoulder. “What did you originally think?” she asked Charles only a second before kissing his mouth. How could twins be so different? Charles even tasted different than his brother but in a totally sexy way. He angled his head to deepen the kiss and it didn’t take him long to take the lead. His hands were buried in her hair while he drugged her with kisses that had her nerve endings sizzling. He tasted her lips for a long time before he broke the kiss and his tantalizing mouth slowly blazed a trail of kisses down her cheek and over her jaw. Christopher’s fingers never halted and when his brother’s lips reached her breasts, he offered them to Charles as if they were delicious fruit.

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Charles accepted the offering, his lips closing around one tightened peak, and Vanessa’s eyes slid closed in bliss. Oh, yeah. Charles knew what he was doing. His hands took over the tender, loving care of her breasts while Christopher’s hands slid down. His fingers were plucking at the buttons at the front of her shorts when Charles’ mouth moved to her other nipple. By the time he was lashing it with his tongue, Christopher’s fingers were delving inside the shorts, inside her panties. His fingers wickedly teased her clit in a way that had her squirming like mad between the two men. “I’ve got to lose the shorts.” She could hardly breathe to speak. Charles’ mouth left her breast so she could rise up on her knees. The brothers worked together to rid her of the shorts and her panties while managing to pull off their shirts and jeans in a frenzy of flying clothes. Vanessa giggled at the scene until four hands returned to her flesh with the intent of driving her crazy. Christopher wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him and lowering her to the blankets while he kissed her senseless. He was all solid heat pressed against her, especially the hot brand of his cock. She felt Charles move to her other side, his hands smoothing over the skin of her ribs until he found the hard medallion at the center of her breast. His fingers plucked at it while Christopher’s lips closed around the other nipple. Now we’re talking. They were so good. Charles followed his brother’s lead and Vanessa loved the feeling of a mouth at each of her breasts. She felt mighty, sexy. Two sets of hands were skimming down in the direction of her pussy and she could easily have climaxed from the sheer anticipation of it. Their fingers found her wet and hot and she moaned at the carnal pleasure their touch in her pussy brought. Fingers teased her clit, spearing into her opening. It was almost too much. She fought to breathe. She fought to hang onto her sanity. “Come on, fellas.” Her voice was raspy to her own ears. “What else can you do for me?”

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Christopher halted in his efforts to meet her gaze and grin. And oh, didn’t his eyes hold the promise of something wicked? Charles’ busy mouth was already on its way down to her needy center and Christopher wasn’t far behind him. She arched her back, stretching like a cat while their lips coasted over her ribs and tummy. By the time it occurred to her to wonder what they’d do, they rolled her to lay on her left side and Christopher’s hand slid between her thighs, lifting her right leg high and out of their way. “Oh yeah!” She liked the way things were going. Christopher’s breath was hot in the dark nest of curls she kept nicely trimmed and Charles’ tongue was gently lashing at the flesh of her inner thigh and moving higher all the time. When Christopher spread her pussy lips open and his tongue touched her clit, everything inside her tightened in expectation of the exquisite release that was coming. When Charles’ tongue began to trace slow circles around her opening, she thought she’d lose it then. Her hands speared into Christopher’s hair since he was in front of her and easy to reach. She clutched the silky strands while two mouths began eating her in a way she’d never had before. They teased her clit, tongue fucked her, traced the tight opening of her ass. On and on it went until she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her womb quivered only a second before the orgasm exploded through her body with a force that sent her sailing up to the sky. Stars burst behind her eyelids while her body jerked and spasmed and their mouths and fingers continued to touch and lick until she thought she’d pass out. “Fuck me!” she begged them. “Please, I can’t take this any longer.” “You can.” Christopher’s voice was muffled because his mouth was buried in her pussy while Charles teased her anus with his tongue. Christopher sucked at her throbbing clit. So sensitive now but craving more, so much more… Christopher pushed her onto her back then, rising above her with every sinewy muscle in his body tight and ready. He positioned the swollen head of his cock at the

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opening of her pussy and slid in to the hilt so easily on the heated juices that had gathered there. “Yes, that’s good!” She wanted more. “That’s so damned good! Don’t stop!” And he didn’t. He began to move inside her, long, slow, powerful strokes. Gripping her hips tightly with his hands, he began fucking her with a determination that had her body bracing again for powerful release. Charles watched and she loved that, loved the look in his eyes that told her he couldn’t wait for his turn while his brother’s cock filled her and withdrew in a maddening rhythm that made her toes curl. Just before she could come again, he pulled out and Charles took his place, sliding inside her and holding for just a moment. His cock was longer than Christopher’s and her pussy walls quivered around him while he began to move inside her. Christopher, however, wasn’t content to wait. Moving to kneel by her head, he fed her his cock and she was only too eager to suck it. She took him in her mouth while Charles moved in and out of her with a speed and force that had her panting, fighting for release. They wouldn’t let her come, switching places each time she got to that level, and she loved it. She hated it. She felt like she was going to explode if they didn’t let her come. She wanted to hold it off as long as she could, just as they were. After a while, it was all a blur and the center of her world became the two of them. They took turns fucking her. One would be inside her, the other would move up so she could give him head. Vanessa’s nipples were so tight they hurt when Christopher again pushed his cock inside her. She waited for Charles to bring his cock to her mouth but instead, Christopher rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She was dazed as she lay draped over him. But it didn’t take long for her to realize that she liked riding the man and she tried to move her knees up to put her in a better position to do so. Charles was behind her, his fingers pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, and he pressed the hot crest of his cock to the opening of her ass. She felt him reaching for his

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discarded jeans, guessing that he’d brought some lube with him and grateful for that. It made taking two cocks at once a lot more fun. “Always prepared?” she teased Charles while Christopher pushed up into her pussy and began to move with a steady flexing of his hips beneath her. “Always.” Charles’ voice was strained while he smoothed the cool gel over the forbidden opening of her ass to get her ready. Easing first one finger into the tight little channel then another, he gently stretched her to prepare her for his carnal invasion. He scissored his fingers inside her carefully, his movements so easy that soon she was moving against his hand. Vanessa relaxed, taking deep breaths as he pushed the swollen head of his cock to the tight little opening. There was a small bite of pain as he pushed inside. It was so insignificant compared to the feel of him working his cock up her ass. Christopher kept his movements in her pussy easy and slow while Charles buried himself in her ass. It seemed to take forever for him to fill her back opening and begin to move. Once he did and the brothers began to move in unison, it was all good. It was better than good. She came within seconds of them finding a rhythm where one would push into her body while the other pulled almost out. She screamed. She cried out. She begged them not to stop. Their hands stroked her nipples and her clit while they devastated her with stroke after incredible stroke. She felt helpless between them. She felt like the most desirable woman in the world. When they finally found their own release, they pulled their cocks free of her and their seed was a hot, gentle shower on her ass and thighs. Christopher’s face was transformed with his release and something shifted in her chest at the thought that she’d brought him so much pleasure. Charles’ body quivered behind her, every muscle locked tight. They collapsed in a heap on the blankets. Charles rolled onto his back, a happy sigh escaping his lips. Christopher gathered her in his arms and held her against his heart.

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The cool air kissed her skin in the places where the men weren’t pressed to her, and the combination of simmering heat and nighttime cold sent delicious shivers through every part of her. “What else would you like to do?” Christopher sounded as breathless as she felt. “Rest,” she said, laughing as much as she could while trying to get her breath back. “Just for a few moments.” Christopher pressed a kiss into her hair. “Anything you want.”

*** Vanessa stretched now that Christopher had wiped her off with his own shirt, taking her time getting dressed while her men watched. Well, Christopher was content to watch her, sitting on the other side of their dwindling fire looking sexy as hell in just his jeans. Now she was glad he’d used his shirt to clean her up. He shouldn’t wear a shirt, she decided. Charles was only half watching, fully dressed and pacing nervously at the edge of the woods. Shaking her head, she wondered how he had the energy to pace. After the loving she’d just had with the brothers, she’d be sleeping until tomorrow afternoon. And she felt anything but anxious in their supposedly haunted woods. She felt quite relaxed actually. “What’s wrong, Charles?” She knew she shouldn’t tease him but couldn’t help it. “You waiting for those ghosts to show up?” “There aren’t ghosts, Vanessa,” Charles explained, his expression grim. “The trees have spirits.” It wasn’t a big surprise that Christopher’s twin was a tree hugger too. Save the trees was one thing. But “the trees have spirits”? “Okay, we had some fun here,” she began. Actually it was more than fun. She’d really like to find a way to keep these two around if she could. They were a sandwich for a meaty girl to enjoy for one thing. For another, she was really starting to think she had feelings for Christopher. He was always looking at her like she was just the greatest

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event of his life and it was real, genuine. Not because of who she was or what she had. She really liked that. It was something new for her. “And I know I agreed to come out here because you say these woods are haunted, but --” “Vanessa.” Christopher caught her eye and held it. “Please, we’re not joking.” He didn’t believe all this, did he? Wasn’t this the part where she found out that they were on some mission to save the local trees? Even if they had to convince her that the woods were haunted to do it? She was good with that. She had been since earlier in the day when she first met them together. Even if that was the reason Christopher initially approached her, and she suspected it was now, Vanessa was hardly complaining. They apparently weren’t out to do her any harm. “You guys are out to save these woods, right?” She wanted them to be straight with her. Christopher’s gaze never wavered. “Yes, but not for the reason you might think.” Vanessa nodded. “Okay.” “And that isn’t, I promise, the reason we want you.” Christopher’s voice dropped when he said that and the words washed over her like a warm caress. We want you. She really liked that. She had to ask him something. “Why do you want me?” “The reasons are connected,” Charles said. It didn’t make her feel so warm and fuzzy when he tried to explain why they wanted her and what their ultimate goal was. But then it didn’t take long to realize that he was more the strong and silent type. “Yes, I get that. You wanted to get close to me to save the woods.” “No, not just because of that.” Christopher looked like she’d slapped him. “It’s okay,” she reassured him. “I don’t care how I met you. I know you’re not trying to use me. I’ve had plenty of that in my life, believe me. People wanting to be close to me because of my fame or money. I can tell the difference. I just want to work something out so I can keep you around for a while.”

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Slowly Christopher’s expression relaxed. “You said you wouldn’t see someone exclusively,” he pointed out. Yes, she had. “But I think the two of you should keep me interested for a time anyway.” “And the longer we keep you interested, the better chance we have to convince you to stay with us.” Christopher grinned. She did love that grin. Well, her staying any length of time depended on whether or not she got some answers. “First, you’re going to tell me what all this is about, boys.” “She’s right.” Charles took a couple of steps closer, his eyes unreadable. “We need to stop all this nonsense and tell her the truth.” This should be good. “Vanessa.” Charles’ voice was tight and Christopher was staring at him with a look of pure dread on his face. “We’re an alien race. We’re Botans. We were brought here as seedlings in 1947 and grew into our natural Botan form. Your kind sees us as trees. My brother and I are what you classify as oak trees to be exact. We are the trees on your father’s land. If you continue your plans for your new business venture, it will have disastrous results for my brother and I and our kin. You can’t cut us down to make pet homes. That’s what we’re trying to get you to see. That and Christopher and I would also like for you to be our mate and possibly the future mother of our seedlings.” “Shit,” mumbled Christopher. Vanessa stared at Charles for a long moment, not caring that her mouth was hanging open. Okay, perhaps she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But she knew bullshit when she heard it. Then she started laughing as her gaze moved to Christopher. “Is he into drugs?” she asked him. Christopher didn’t share her amusement. “No, he’s never touched any of those things the pushers in the garden shops try to sell us.” What the fuck? “What pushers in what garden shops?” They tried to sell drugs in the garden shops of hillbilly hell?

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Charles spoke for himself. “All of those fertilizers and plant food products. We never touch the stuff.” “What are you two talking about?” Had she lost her mind? “I’m talking about drugs. You know, cocaine, crack, X, that sort of thing.” “Those are human drugs,” Charles pointed out. “They have little or no impact on our kind. The things that affect us are your plant foods, artificial fertilizers…” Vanessa shook her head, mostly to get her brain to stop spinning from the things they were saying that made absolutely no sense at all. “Okay, forget the drugs. That was me being a smartass. What’s really going on here?” Charles’ sigh was heavy. Christopher stood up, moving toward his twin. “Charles, no. Not like this.” “Then when, Christopher? She’s got to see at some point.” “See what?” Vanessa was excited and afraid all at once, unable to look away now. Charles was peeling off his clothes again. His shirt went in a split second, followed by the jeans he wore. She didn’t mind seeing him naked, but it was apparent he wasn’t undressing for the reason she would have liked. “Watch,” he said once he stood before her without a stitch on. Christopher was moving closer to her but within seconds she forgot all about his approach. Vanessa just stared as she watched Charles… change. His limbs grew long, he grew taller. It was like watching a special effects sequence in a movie. What was happening to his skin? It was darkening, wrinkling slightly. His toes, oh my God, his toes grew out like long twisted snakes -- no, like roots -- and began to sink into the ground. He stretched his arms high over his head, where his fingers becoming branches. What the fuck? Were those leaves growing out of his arms? His hair? Within seconds, the leaves were so thick that they obscured his head from view. She gaped in shock and awe as he towered above her, an oak tree now. No sign of human flesh or the man who’d helped love her just moments before. He was an honest-to-goodness fucking oak tree!

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Alien race? Their kind? Was she tripping? Because none of what she’d just witnessed could possibly be real. These were two good-looking men, men who’d loved her. Christopher especially made her heart flutter… Was he a… “Vanessa?” Christopher’s anxiety was obvious in his tone. “How are you? Talk to me.” Vanessa finally managed to pull her startled gaze away from the tree that now stood where Charles had been to stare at Christopher. He wanted to know how she was? And here she was perched on the edge of sanity? Vanessa started to say something to Christopher but later she would have no idea what she’d been about to say. As it was, she looked at Christopher, opened her mouth, screaming long and loud. Then she ran like hell for her house. No one followed her or tried to stop her.

Chapter Five “Vanessa?” She’d known if she came down to the pond that he’d show up. For days, she’d been holed up in the house popping pills, mixing drinks, and shopping online with Brenda, doing anything to forget what happened that night in the woods with Christopher and Charles. It didn’t go away. Not because it was so horrifying for her. It had been trippy for certain. It didn’t go away mostly because of how she realized she felt about Christopher. That in turn forced her to examine herself and what she truly believed in. What she truly wanted… She thought about Charles a lot and whenever she did, warmth filled her in a way she’d never felt before. Like an embrace only no one was really there with her. It seemed so real but it was only in her head. Christopher had been watching her for days now. He and Charles both. She could feel it. It was weird that she could sense they were there. Not only that, she thought she could tell which one of them was there or when they were both there. That or she was really far gone. After all, she’d been sitting there for the last hour by the water’s edge, right where she’d first made love to Christopher, wondering if their story was true. There were a hundred little things that made her suspect they might have been telling her the truth. Or maybe there were a hundred little reasons she needed to see her doctor back in New York and get some new meds. Why wouldn’t they have something for alien tree paranoia? They made drugs for everything else. “What are you thinking about?” Christopher’s voice was calm, soothing.

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“I don’t know what to think, Christopher.” Truth was best. “Would you if you were in my position?” “Probably not.” “Thank you.” She should just get up and leave. Fuck it. She could be on a flight to New York tonight with Brenda, admit defeat to her father, and go back to life as she normally enjoyed it. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d shown her father that she had no aim in life whatsoever. Who had she been kidding anyway? Designer pet homes? Like that would have actually worked out. No, she could be out of there in a couple of hours. She and Brenda could be back on the party scene by tomorrow night. Having fun. She could find a new guy or new guys. That wouldn’t be a problem at all. “Then why don’t you go back to New York, Vanessa? If that’s what you really want.” Christopher’s question jerked her out of her thoughts in a hot second. “What did you just say to me?” And how the hell did he know what she’d been thinking? “I asked you why you didn’t just do what you were thinking. You’re free to go back to New York and leave this place. I’ll understand, Vanessa. This is a lot to expect anyone to accept.” Vanessa’s heart was lurching in her chest again. Just as it had that night Charles had done his X-Files thing and turned himself into a big tree. Just as it did any time she recalled him doing it since then. “I appreciate you trying to be understanding, Christopher. But how do you know what I’m thinking? Was that one hell of a lucky guess or…” He stepped out of the shadows and everything in her clenched at the sight of him. God, she’d missed him. How weird was that? They’d done the nasty a couple of times. That was all. Ah, but she knew what it was. It was how special he made her feel -- even in a short period of time. She loved seeing his handsome face, those deep green eyes, darker

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in the shadows of the night. She saw the concern in his expression, and he damn well should have been concerned about her opinion. Still, she let him come closer. She even felt better when he sat down on the ground next to her. His presence was strangely comforting. “I can read your thoughts now, Vanessa. Sorry. I didn’t have the chance to explain that before.” “Then why did you ask me what I was thinking to begin with?” “What was I supposed to do, Vanessa? Barge in demanding to know why you’re thinking the thoughts in your head? In your current state, it didn’t seem like a good idea.” “What’s one more thing I don’t understand?” She had to chuckle at that. “When were you able to read my thoughts?” “After the three of us were together. It created a bond you might say.” “A bond.” An alien bond? A psychic bond? Maybe she did need drugs. “Is it permanent? If I go back to New York tonight, will you always be hooked up to what I’m thinking?” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “In time it would fade away if you left.” “Why can’t I tell what you’re thinking?” “You could if you tried.” She could, huh? Vanessa stared at him. Stared hard. Focusing. Then she realized he was trying not to laugh at her. “Don’t you dare laugh at me,” she warned him. Then that’s exactly what he did. A rich, warm sound that made her feel better than she’d felt in days if she were to be honest. “I’m sorry. You just looked so cute doing that.” Slowly he got control over himself, though he was still smiling. “Don’t try so hard. What am I thinking?” She didn’t even look at him now. Glancing down at the water, she just tried not to think anything at all. Please don’t leave me.

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Holy shit! Had she really picked that up from his thoughts or was she losing it? “Please don’t leave me?” she asked carefully. Christopher slowly nodded. “Very good.” “Whoa!” She’d just read his thoughts. It was scary. It was also a little cool. How many times had she and Brenda said they’d love to be able to do that very thing? Know what men thought about. But there was a lot more to the entire conversation than bonds and reading minds. That just went right along with the crazy shit about him that she just didn’t get. They needed to talk about reality too. Her reality. “How can I stay?” she had to ask. “I came here to do something with the land my father gave me. He’s thrown down plenty of challenges, Christopher, just to get me off my partying ass and do something with my life. And this time I made up my mind to really do it. I wanted to show him I could do something besides be a socialite. And if I was really being honest with myself, I’d have to admit that I’ve been partying for years and it isn’t changing. It isn’t getting better.” “You want to do something new then? Make a new start?” “Yes and no.” How did she explain it? “I don’t want to entirely throw off my old life. I still want to party. Some. But yes, I guess I want something else in my life. Something to make me feel worthwhile, worth something. Not just a ditz with her dad’s money. Know what I mean?” “I think so.” “I come down here and typical me, I meet a man and fuck around. I’m not moving closer to my goal of doing something with this land. I’ve gotten myself in this whole other mess with you and your brother. I could shrug out of it, I realize. I never made you any promises, Christopher.” “No, you can say goodbye to me and Charles any time you like. You know that.” “And you wouldn’t care?” The question came out before she could stop it. Christopher shook his head. “I’d care very much. I don’t want that, Vanessa. I want you.”

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“But, Christopher, how is this going to work? Let’s put aside for the moment that you and your twin are some weird alien tree dudes who want me for your weird alien mate.” He laughed, and Vanessa wanted to laugh with him, but she also wanted to throttle him to make him take her seriously all at the same time. “I’d like to see you a while longer. I like Charles too but you’re special to me. Don’t tell him that.” Christopher’s grin only got wider. “Hope he’s not around.” “He’s not,” she said with some authority before she realized that she actually knew that for a fact. “Very good,” Christopher said. “Shut up and listen.” He did his best to make his expression sober but didn’t entirely succeed. “But how can I keep you and maybe Charles too and still do something with this land to prove to my father that I’m not a waste of space?” Christopher reached over and caught her hand in his. “Vanessa, there’s plenty you can do with this land besides cutting us down to make pet palaces.” “How did you know that’s what I planned to do?” She hadn’t told him that. “I heard you tell your friend in the woods the first time I saw you.” He was smiling again. Damn him. “You painted red x’s on us.” “That was you two?” Vanessa had to laugh. She was afraid of what she’d do if she didn’t and stopped to think about how insane this all was. He nodded. “I didn’t care. I wanted you right then and there.” “Because I’m sturdy?” “Finally caught on to that, did you?” Oh, she had, considering how many times she’d mulled it all over since he’d said it to her in the restaurant. “You can’t say something like that to a woman and her not analyze it to death to see if she can determine what you really meant.” “Sturdier mates, for want of a better word,” he explained, “are more desirable for us. You’ll weather the winters better.”

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That stopped her cold. “I’m not, like, going to turn into a tree too, am I?” He shook his head. “Good. That I don’t think I could handle. Not that I’m handling anything else.” “Vanessa, I wouldn’t care if you were one of those skinny, half-starved looking creatures. I still would have wanted you. You’re so alive. So beautiful.” Well, those were words to turn a girl’s head. “We’ll come up with a plan for you to make a success out of this land in a way that won’t hurt us and will make your father proud. Something environmentally friendly. You’ll see.” “That would be great,” she told him. “But even if we pull that off, how do me and you work? My God, Christopher, I can’t even begin to understand what you even are. You’re not human.” “I can be when you want me to be.” “Do you even live in a house? Can you live in a house? Most of them being made of…” “Charles and I have a metal box we live in.” “A trailer?” “Something like that.” Christopher’s gaze moved over her face and breasts, sending heated pulses through her body. “Vanessa, I want to be with you. When any two beings come together, they have things in common just as we do. They also have differences. But you learn to accept them, right? To be with that person?” Vanessa smiled. “Normally, they’re human. And normally I’m not one for a long-term commitment. I explained that early on.” “Then I’ll be content with whatever you choose to give me, Vanessa.” Why did he have to go and say that? She didn’t know if it was because he was so different or that he thought she was special. She didn’t want to attach herself to this guy, to any guy. And yet she did. She wanted it very much, she realized.

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“No one can know about the… you know.” She didn’t think she had to come out and say that no one could know about the fact that he was a tree dude. “No, they can’t,” he agreed. “The press would have a field day with me.” “Your scientists would have a field day with me.” “This will be one hell of a learning curve,” she wanted him to know. “For me too. I’ve been around for many years and there’s still a lot I don’t know about your kind.” “Did you really arrive here in 1947?” Christopher nodded, leaning in to brush her lips with a kiss. “So you’re sixty-one?” He shrugged nonchalantly before deepening that kiss. And she enjoyed it for a moment, letting her tongue twine with his before pulling back. Unable to let the age thing go so easily, she looked him in the eye. He was sixty-one on top of everything else? “Seriously, you’re sixty-one?” “In your years, Vanessa. For my kind, I’m quite young. Probably younger than you if we were comparing the two.” “What?” He cut her off with a kiss meant to completely seduce and she let him. She wanted him like she’d never wanted any man before. Well, any male being anyway. In seconds, his lips were making their way down her neck and his fingers were sliding under her skirt, under her panties. When he found the wet, aching flesh she wanted him to touch, he moaned in a way that had pleasurable shivers running all through her. He yanked on those panties and she shrugged out of them for him. Just like that she was spreading her generous thighs for her strange, alien lover. No, all her troubles and questions didn’t go away just because his mouth dropped to her throbbing flesh and his tongue began running through the wet folds of her pussy.

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But it felt wonderful and feeling good, physically and emotionally, wasn’t a bad place to start.

*** “How did it go?” Christopher asked, pulling Vanessa into the shadows under the maple tree outside her house and kissing her so that it was hard to talk. “Stop a minute and I’ll tell you.” Vanessa laughed. “I was right. He absolutely hates the magazine ad.” “You knew that,” Christopher told her. Christopher and Charles, however, loved it and it was apparently getting a lot of attention on the Internet too. The ad was for a national resources conservation group and it featured Vanessa nude, covered strategically by fake leaves and vines in a lush green setting. The point of the ad was to show how beautiful nature could be and encourage consumers to go to the group’s web site to find out more about land conservation. At least she’d gotten naked for a good cause and the photographer had made her look so good. Most all of her party friends had called since the ad went live and thought it was a totally cool thing to do. The ones who really had money wanted in on the action, even if it was for no other reason than getting a “green” photo op. Charles had selected the group after researching their credentials, and they’d leapt at the chance to work with the Vanessa Arnault. Not to mention the hundreds of acres of lush, beautiful land offered to them to expand their bio-diversity project in the hopes that more people would be so inclined to donate land. At first, it had seemed like a dumb thing to do in Vanessa’s opinion. Give away the land when she was supposed to use it to make a profit? It was Christopher who’d thought of the idea that was profitable. She bought out the shop that Charles was convinced was owned by a witch with her own money. The old woman had seemed reluctant at first to take the offer but surprised Vanessa the next day by calling her to accept. She told Vanessa that she supposed she could retire at that point. She was in her eighties for crying out loud.

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They tore it down and had a new building constructed. Not an inch of wood was used, which made construction a challenge but not impossible. It was an outlet store for her father’s new green clothing line and business was booming. Her father was being celebrated everywhere for being a visionary as the clothing was made from organic products, made in third world countries by people not forced to work as slave labor, and produced at prices that ordinary people could afford. Everyone who was anyone wore Arnault Green and the Botans were thrilled because no trees were killed in the production anywhere. Things were beginning to fall into place. Especially now that her father had arrived to assess her progress. “What did he think of the store?” Charles walked up to join them. “Was he pleased?” The smile Charles wore was downright boyish. Vanessa shared his excitement. “He loved it. He wants to make over some of his key stores in the big cities here in the states and Europe in a similar fashion.” “He liked our design?” Christopher was in the middle of their enthusiasm, having kept them motivated all through the planning stages of the successful store. “He nitpicked it, of course,” she explained. “He is a designer. He’s better at that sort of thing than we are, after all. But yes, he liked it. He’s so proud of me, guys. He’s so happy. I’m so happy.” “I told you, sweetheart.” Christopher hauled her into his arms for an embrace that nearly compressed her ribs. “I knew it.” Charles joined their hug and she felt at home in their arms. In the weeks that had passed since she’d given their arrangement a chance, she’d found a peace and happiness with life that she’d never had. Strong feelings for Christopher only grew stronger and damned if Charles hadn’t wormed his way into her heart too. There was no jealousy between the brothers. That she loved them both was welcome and expected. It was weird and different from what she’d ever known but she loved it all the same.

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Of course, she’d had to set Brenda up with her own Botan to get her to stop bitching about being there to just visit her and so she could have some girl talk with her about it instead of keeping secrets. Now that Brenda had her Jason, she was moving down to Cana, talking marriage of all damned things. Marriage. Okay, it was hard in her case. She couldn’t legally marry both of her guys. She didn’t need that sort of formal ceremony to enjoy the circle of love and pleasure she was part of anyway. “Where is your dad now?” Christopher pulled back to ask. “He’s getting settled in his room, bitching about cell phone coverage. Now that he’s had dinner you won’t see him until tomorrow. He says he designs best at night. But you’ll both get to meet him for lunch tomorrow.” They’d already agreed that they would pose as her business partners and that Christopher would be the one portrayed as her boyfriend. It wasn’t that her father didn’t get ménage a trois. He’d been in a few himself and he was French. She just wasn’t certain how he’d react to finding out she was in a three-way relationship and it looked to be permanent. When it came to his only child, he wouldn’t have such an easy view of such a scandalous relationship. He’d probably drop dead of a heart attack if he found out just how unusual the relationship really was. “What are you doing at the moment?” Christopher went on. “You,” she teased him before winking at Charles. “Let’s go.” She missed the days when they could just run down to the pond and get it on. Now with the press stationed everywhere in Cana, they didn’t dare. Especially not with her father in residence. They headed for the guys’ trailer, laughing like children once inside while they threw off their clothing and got busy. Vanessa felt like a goddess being worshipped and that’s really what her men were doing with their mouths and hands on her. They were frenzied today, not taking the time they normally did to seduce and woo her. Mouths sucked at her nipples, fingers tantalized her clit.

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Christopher hauled her up from the floor like she weighed nothing, and that never failed to impress her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he reached between their bodies to position the head of his throbbing cock at the entrance to her pussy. He slid in easily while Charles smoothed lubricating jelly on her back opening from behind. He wasn’t as quick to make his way inside her and it drove her crazy because she wanted both cocks, wanted them now. She wanted it all and that’s what she got. Suspended in the air between their bodies, with two cocks sliding in and out of her, lengthening and widening until she was stuffed full and it was so cool that they could do that to drive her absolutely fucking insane. Vanessa clutched at Christopher, kissing him feverishly while one orgasm after another rocked her being. She let Charles lean in for kisses too, enjoying the way he filled her ass and held her up for their loving. It seemed like forever and not long enough when they reached their climax at the same time, always at the same time. Their bodies jerked, they moaned and yelled. They almost dropped her at the very end but she wouldn’t have cared. As it was, she was lowered softly to the floor, held in strong arms and soothed by warm endearments and gentle kisses. She enjoyed it as she tended to do with everything in her life. She just let it ride. “Are you going back to New York with your father next week?” Christopher whispered in her ear, still breathless from their loving. Shaking her head, she knew instantly she didn’t want to go. “No,” she told him. “Not this time. My party is right here.” Charles kissed her shoulder. Christopher kissed her lips. Vanessa smiled. Life was good. It would get even better when she revealed her plans for a full salon and spa next door to her father’s green store. But she would tell them later, she decided, feeling sleepy. A little later.

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