“Move, and I’m not telling you again.”
“Go upstairs. Pout and cry, but while you’re there, ask yourself how often you’re going to enjoy Kane’s bed. How much do you think you’ll like having him season you with the sex shop’s flavor of the week, screwing you hard, and sending you right back to your own damn bed? How long will his way of life entertain you, huh?”
She stopped and turned around. “Jealous? Yeah, I think so.” She took one step and then two, before taking three more. She towered over him at a distance, two steps beyond an easy stretch, but if he wanted to grab her, he could. She watched the bubbles at his brow, those tiny little beads of sweat scattered as his breathing picked up.
“You wanted me in high school. You missed your chance because like an idiot, you refused to jump at it. Now, because your brother did, it’s killing you. It’s driving you stir crazy, and that’s why you acted like a jealous boyfriend when Jason Neely showed up here today.”
“You wish, sweetheart.”
“Wish nothing.” She popped her hip and held onto the banister. “Jason told me you’d act exactly like you did. Seems he knows a little more about you than I do, and I live under the same roof with you.” She started to turn but he pulled her back.
“What did he tell you exactly?”
She’d bet on a lump in his throat. Good, let him choke on it, she thought.
“He told me enough.” She pulled her arm free. “Enough for me to know which Cartwell to avoid in matters of the heart. For the record, it’s not Kane.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’re such a smart boy, figure it out.” She trotted up the steps and left him to wonder.
He drew quick conclusions.
She’d already stripped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the bed. She was so mad she was going to take a cold shower, find a friggin cucumber in the refrigerator and fuck herself. Too naughty, she thought, but she really wanted to do something drastic. Vegetables were gross and bordered along the lines of far too desperate. Too bad she failed to plan ahead. A toy from Kane’s small stash would have come in handy about right now.
She kicked off her shoes, stepped out of her pants and started digging through her drawers when she looked up and caught him staring at her ass. She wheeled around, slapped her hand on the dresser and prepared to make demands, until she saw the bulge, and plenty of it, stretching Evan’s pants.
She stared at his cock. “Get out of my room.”
“Sorry darlin’, I can’t do it.”
His thumb hooked through one of the belt loops, and he looked like a man ready to do something more than just gape at a woman’s ass. He maintained a certain stance, one guaranteeing her that he wanted to fuck an ass, particularly hers.
His gait remained slow and steady as he approached her. His eyes on her body, heated her in the same places Kane kissed only hours before.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t,” he growled as he pulled her in his arms. “It’s not even an option.”
She gasped as she fought to get away from him but he held fast and tight, determination spiraling through his grip. His cock pressed into her as a warning, her only cue before his mouth crashed against hers.
His lips and her lips melded together as perfectly as Kane’s mouth kissed her earlier.
“That’s good. Let me kiss you, sugar.” He didn’t kiss her greedily, though the hunger existed there. Instead, his tongue moved into her mouth nice and slow, with gentle attentiveness as he deliberately kept his cock out of the equation. He left space between their bodies like a skilled lover anticipating, thinking ahead, fearing she’d bolt if he made the wrong move.
Her heart raced, her pulse increased, and she felt dizzy, drunk now with possibilities as the harrowing realization hit her square in the face. Her hands flew to his chest, and before she pushed him away, he pulled her back and pinned her against him.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered as his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Why not? You don’t want me?” His eyes searched hers for answers she didn’t have. Wouldn’t have, couldn’t give if she found them.
She wanted him. Oh God, she wanted him. And what did her lust for him make her when she also desired another? Her breasts rose and fell, and her nipples ached for his touch, a tender caress or a tight suckling kiss.
“I’m only asking for whatever it is you want me to have, whatever you gave Kane, or more if you’ve got more held in reserve for me. But understand, I’m not asking you to choose. I won’t. Not today or tomorrow or the day after. He cares about you, and knowing Kane, his feelings won’t change.”
Oh now she wanted to die. Kane cared about her and the other two realized it.
He bent his knees and gripped her hips as he brought her legs around his waist and carried her over to the bed. Locking her ankles behind him then, she tore at him like a wildcat. She covered his face with kisses before she slipped her arm around his neck and drew him closer, refusing to let him leave her now.
“Kiss me, Evan. Oh God yes, please kiss me.”
Desperation filled his eyes as he gave her what she wanted. He kissed her lips until her mind blanked out the images of another. Framing her face, Evan made passionate love to her mouth and so help her, she felt his kiss in every last one of her nerve endings. Her body craved more. This was good-too good and way too hot. Slowly, in the middle of their satisfying kiss, he reached around his waist and pulled her legs away from him.
“I want you spread out on my bed, just like this, Peyton. So pretty and sexy, just like you are right here.” He nibbled her earlobe, sucked it, tapped it with his tongue and then kissed her neck. “I’m going to mark your pretty little neck, not today, but soon. I’ll put a love mark there so everyone will know. I’ll make sure you’re marked as somebody’s woman.”
Somebody’s woman? Anybody’s woman or his woman? Would they all mark her as Cartwell property, the way she’d felt since she’d moved there? Did she choose to belong to them the day she signed the paperwork at the lawyer’s office? Maybe this act took too long but even if it was long overdue, did they expect it? She couldn’t think about it. She only wanted to enjoy this. Evan was going to mark her, brand her as his, with a hickey!
She closed her eyes as his hot lips continued to drive her to the brink of craziness. Oh yeah, this kind of attention defined maddening, crazy beyond anything she’d ever understand.
“I see it in your eyes, Peyton. You like the idea.” He grabbed the headboard and looked down at her. “Then you’ll love this.” He continued to grind out his lust, pressing against her pussy. “I’m going to tell everyone. I’ll claim that little love bite as my own,” he growled as he yanked his shirt over his head and then crashed against her mouth again while pressing his cock harder against her center.
“Lose the panties and bra. Now.” A shudder of raw desire lingered in the air as he reared back on the balls of his feet.
“Do it and I’ll spank your ass from one end of this property to the next.” Kane stood in the doorway with his thick arms folded across his chest and a wide smile curving his lips. “It’s hell getting interrupted, huh, Evan?”
Oh Lord, she preferred death to this kind of embarrassment. The one person she didn’t want to walk in and catch them. The one man she didn’t want to see her in the throes of true uncontrollable lust, and he stood there looking like he wanted to join them.
Evan’s tongue curled over his upper lip, and he punched the pillow beside her head. “Damn it to hell.”
“Yeah, now you know the feeling. Braden’s behind me. You two get straight. Peyton, get in bed. Well, scratch that. You’re already there. Evan, get away from her. She has school in the morning and a volleyball game tomorrow night.” He grabbed Evan by the arm as he started through the door and swatted him on the back. “Those blue balls should pinch the hell out of you in about another hour or so.”
“Fuck you, Kane.”