“The sweetest candy, huh?” He knelt on the mattress and unhooked his belt. She tried to act like it wasn’t a shock, a surprise but God help her, she thought she drooled.
His belt still hooked, he pressed his hand against her denim clad crotch. “I’m gonna find out. I’m gonna taste you, Peyton, and sleep with the reminder on my lips tonight. Good God, I’ve waited too long to sip on this sweet little pussy.” His hands parted her thighs and he pressed himself against her, studied her face, watching no doubt, for a reaction.
She liked to think she read a lot about the act itself. She felt well studied in sex. She made it her business to know positioning, angles she wanted to try and the best possible way to find pleasure, but he didn’t wait for her to wrap her legs around him. He did it for her.
Hooking a knee over his forearm, he moved his cock against her center again and again. Dry humping. Good grief she might come before he got inside of her.
“This is so…”
“Good? Ah yeah, baby. It’s good, and it’s gonna get burning hot too.” He unzipped, unbuttoned, tugged and pulled until he exposed her, all of her.
Her hips refused to still. She didn’t want to grind against him. She didn’t want him to think she lacked experience.
His fingers propelled over her mound. He caressed through what few curls she had there and then dipped, just barely disappeared into her folds.
She breathed harder now, and her hips rolled forward, defying her better senses while urging him to take her, finger her just once, with a few hard strokes. “Please, Kane…”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want me to please?” He tapped the folds and bit on his lip. “Talk dirty to me, Peyton. I’ll give you what you want.”
She gulped as she watched him, the cloud of judgment forcing her to take hold of the situation. She glanced at the beer on the coffee table. Oh God, he’s been drinking. A lot by the cans on the table, she thought. It doesn’t matter, he’s old enough to want this. She convinced herself she wasn’t taking advantage of him, she wasn’t using opportunity to rule over what little control he possessed when he was around her. Denial worked well right then.
“I want you. Please let me have you.” Her voice stayed shaky, and almost desperate. “Please let me know what it feels like to be your woman, even if it’s only tonight. Let me be your woman right now, Kane.”
His lips turned up the corners, and she tingled all over. With the ball of his hand, he rolled it over her cunt, popped his wrist, and then dipped two fingers into her pussy. He slowly pushed inside of her, barely easing them in place. Two fingers see-sawed up and down inside of her pussy. His middle finger dipped in, drew back. His index finger tapped against her walls and then vanished. Over and over again, he tried to make her crazy.
“Kane, please, harder. Give me… more. I can’t take this. It’s torture!” She moved her body into his palm trying to trap his fingers inside of her.
“I’ll give you more, sweetheart but first I want you to try something for me…” He kissed her pussy. God help her, he gave her a loving kiss on her mound. She felt the juices drizzle out of her moist center.
“Anything, I’ll do anything…” Her thighs parted, and her head rolled over to the side.
The door flew open before Kane had a chance to ask for favors, or offer a few suggestions. Anger spilled into the room as the wood panels crashed against the wall. Braden’s voice ricocheted across the boathouse. “What the ever lovin’ hell do you think you’re doing?”
Kane shot up off the bed and tossed a blanket over her in the process. Peyton’s mouth dropped in shock as Evan and Braden rushed across the room.
Evan stood over them. “Damn, I missed one hell of a party.”
Braden glared, huffed and puffed. Steam came out of his ears. She swore she saw it and blinked to try and envision it again.
Kane slid the candy lube he wouldn’t put to use anytime soon underneath the blanket and placed it in her palm. He closed her fist around it. Out of their sight and his mind, he thought. He stroked her hand underneath the blanket before he reluctantly moved.
Evan didn’t act as furious as Braden but they were not happy, and they both planned on getting a few answers. They’d want them any second now.
Braden glared at the display of an intimate party. “I’m waiting for someone to tell me what’s going on here.”
“It’s my fault,” Peyton said, pointing at the beer cans. “I got him drunk and tried to take advantage of him.”
“The hell you did. He’s been out here for several hours drinking. I talked to him earlier, and he slurred all over the place.”
Peyton held the thin blanket to her chest. “I know but I…I came in here and found him like this and I…I just…stripped.”
“I’m far from drunk, Peyton.” Kane stood up and buckled his pants, his erection still obvious even though, thank God, it never left his pants. He snatched his shirt from the floor. “Come on, give her time to get dressed.”
Braden and Evan followed him outside and Peyton scurried around to get the place back in order. First she put her clothes on, then she slipped into the bathroom and returned the cotton candy lube to the toy bag. Finally, she put all the contents from the bag back where they belonged and returned the kit where she found it.
“I am so dead,” she spoke to her reflection. “D-E-A-D.”
She walked back out, and all three men gawked at her. Braden and Evan waited for her version of an explanation, no doubt. She thought about suggesting something logical like, “We can all go home and forget this ever happened.” She verbalized it as soon as she thought about it. What a mistake.
For starters, Kane’s determined stance proved otherwise. “You think what happened here is forgettable?”
Evan stared at her, and no one in the room would miss the lust settling behind his seductive gaze. Kane studied his brother. Apparently Evan saw everything. Both brothers had a pretty good idea of where Kane and Peyton were headed even if bare skin never showed.
Peyton grabbed her duffel bag from the other room, snatched her keys from the kitchen counter and started for the door. “I’m not going to apologize.”
“You’re not leaving in that car right now either. It’s foggy and you can’t drive to save your life, so you’re not going to risk it tonight when you’re pissed at us.” Braden pointed at Evan. “You drive her home. Straight home. She has school tomorrow, and this shit between her and Kane is going to stop right now. I’ll be there in a minute. Make sure you don’t stop anywhere.”
Peyton rolled her eyes.
“Peyton, right now, I don’t want to see those eyes move up or down. Your sarcastic little ass is about to get a smart spanking.”
“A smart one, huh?” She rolled them again.
“I mean it!” Braden shouted.
Evan motioned for her. “Let’s go, sex kitten.”
“Peyton, this is unacceptable,” Braden snarled.
Before she walked away, she left behind a few choice words just for Braden. “You’re wrong. This…” She grinned at Kane, and his lips curved in a knowing smile, “was very acceptable.”
Chapter 8
“He’ll ground you,” Evan reported with far too much enthusiasm.
He followed her into the house. She slammed the door.
“Don’t talk to me. I’m still not over your earlier stunt.”
“Fine.” He crossed his arms and blocked the steps. His eyes sparkled with soft seafoam blue, and finality lingered there with a twinge of misty defiance. “Don’t say a word but you might want to take a warning. Braden isn’t going to put up with your sneaking around. He wants you to finish out this school year. Then, you can go off to college, and make a good life for yourself.”
“Move,” she said, and she tried to scoot by him.
He stopped her by placing his hand on her forearm. “Peyton, before you go messing around with Kane, you need to think about the consequences. He doesn’t fall for little girls. He doesn’t play the kinds of games you like to play.”