Unbridled and Unbranded (23 page)

Bo never wanted to hear that sound coming from his friend ever again.

Epilogue

Six months later, Bavaria,
Germany

“Are you going to sketch the Neuschwanstein castle today?” Bo asked, gazing out their room window at the distant view of the ornate structure. “Or were you planning on sticking with naked pictures of us sprawled in various positions in our room?” The crisp chill in the morning air outside made his breath fog against the windowpane.

Rafe sat across from him at the small breakfast table in their suite, also considering the panorama through the glass. Callie was behind them at her easel. This was a common morning situation these days. After a light breakfast, Callie would sketch something as he and Rafe finished their coffee.

He looked over his shoulder to see her working. He suspected she was drawing the two of them, as she did often, but perhaps she was just making a sketch of their room.

“Not sure yet,” she remarked quietly. Then paused in mid stroke of her drawing and smiled mischievously. “I might need some more inspiration. Would you be willing to pose nude for me at the front entrance of the castle? Because I’d be very encouraged, if you did.”

Bo laughed. “Come on. You’ve read the history. Ludwig II was shy. He built this place to get away from it all. I wouldn’t want to make him roll over in his grave by stripping down and showing off my manly parts here. Might attract too much attention.”

From across the table he heard Rafe grunt and lower his travel guide. “Since this is one of the largest and most visited of all the tourist attractions in this country, I’d be willing to bet old Ludwig is already spinning in his tomb on a regular basis.”

“What about you, Rafe, are you willing to pose nude and show off your manly parts?” She turned toward him with a mocking question in her luscious and beautiful expression.

“Sure. Why not? I like to be naked in public. I’m not above showing off my incredible man parts to the tourist population.”

“Suck-up,” Bo joked and turned back to the scenery.

Rafe laughed. “Not really. The place is so packed with people all the time, I can’t imagine anyone would even notice if I stripped down to my bare naked parts.”

This region, as with many areas of Bavaria, had spectacular views everywhere he looked. He loved Germany. He especially loved that Callie was enjoying her time here. In fact, she’d loved every country they’d traveled to so far.

Before selling his business last year, he’d decided to keep his London property. They currently used it as a home base of sorts. Once a month or so, Callie threw a dart into a map to select their next European travel destination. The past six months had been singularly incredible. The three of them had gone many places and seen lots things. It had been amazingly fun to explore and travel together. Each day was a treat. This life was so much better than what he’d planned on after returning to Colorado. Bo wondered how he’d ever gotten so lucky.

Rafe was fond of reminding him that it took Callie’s desperate need of an emergency cow inseminator to bring the three of them together. Bo wanted to believe that eventually they would have crossed paths in Ryder with or without any insemination desperation. But perhaps they wouldn’t have.

If Callie had left to go abroad before they found each other, he’d have never known. He slammed his eyes shut at the dismal thought, briefly obstructing his view of the mountains.

Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and searched the room until he found her. She was still standing in front of an easel wearing only his button-up shirt, half buttoned. She had a piece of artist charcoal gripped in her fingers, a half-finished sketch in front of her, and a look of pure bliss shaping her lovely features.

Her arm moved with exaggerated strokes as she drew the charcoal over the paper, creating her latest masterpiece. As she worked, her breasts played peekaboo with the folds of his shirt.

He loved to watch her work almost as much as he loved her. And not just because she had the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. The passion in her face as she created her pictures was a sight to behold.

“I love it when she does that,” Rafe murmured. Bo glanced at his friend. He, too, had his gaze fixed on her breasts.

“I do it on purpose, you know,” she said. “I really like your undivided attention.”

“Told you she was perfect for us.”

“I never disagreed with you on that point.”

“I believe I may need another round of sexual pleasure to finish my masterpiece. And you two volunteered to help me whenever I needed inspiration.”

“Again? Didn’t you get enough this morning?” Bo smiled. Of course, he’d oblige.

“My goal is to finally tire you out so I can draw you both while you sleep.”

“But you’re always exhausted, too.”

She laughed. “I guess you’ve got me there.”

Rafe stood up and stretched. “I’d be willing to take a nap right about now. Then after you finish your sketch, I’ll help Bo ravish you. Will that work?”

Bo also stood, stretched, and popped the kinks out of his joints. “Works for me.”

* * * *

Callie studied the lines of the rumpled sheets with her two amazing husbands sprawled out sound asleep. She put the finishing touches on the sketch of them in bed. She’d bordered the sketch of them with the gates of Neuschwanstein castle. They hadn’t had to pose naked at the gates for her to put them there in her picture.

She had been in a whirlwind of joyful journeying and in a perpetual drawing frenzy since they’d left Colorado. Callie couldn’t believe Bo and Rafe had agreed to drop everything they’d planned to do in Ryder to follow her travel whims across Europe. But they loved her, and she loved them. They made this amazing voyage work very well.

Placing her charcoal pencil on her easel, she surveyed her work and smiled. She scrubbed her fingers free of charcoal dust and promptly climbed between her husbands in bed.

When they all woke again, she’d demand they make love to her once more. Then they could throw another dart in their holey map and head someplace new. She had a whole personal portfolio of sketches with Bo and Rafe in different places. Maybe when she got to a hundred pictures she’d think about settling down.

She rubbed her back where the henna tattoo of Rafe’s name was. It was probably time to refresh the letters. She should just get a permanent tattoo. He didn’t seem to care, but Callie hated to be unbranded.

THE END

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