“Harder,” she whispered as her juices surrounded his cock. “Give it to me harder, Evan.”
“Move forward, baby. Shift up. God, yeah. This is good, so fucking good. Hold still right there.” He gritted his teeth and heard her whimper. Her body began to use his dick for nothing more than her own personal toy. And damn if it didn’t draw him into one luscious playground.
Peyton’s feet were curled under her and her head rested on Evan’s shoulder by the time Braden and Kane reached them. Only couples were allowed into the loft. From the beginning, Peyton realized Braden and Kane would have to find the owner before they stormed right on up there.
Braden slid onto the booth from one side and Kane from the other. Kane sat down next to her and immediately slid his hand under her skirt, feeling for the sticking evidence of sex.
“Damn you, Kane.” She cursed him as soon as his fingers drifted across her mound.
He nodded at Braden. “They sure had a hell of a time here.”
Braden wanted answers. “Evan?”
“What can I say?” Evan said as he motioned for a cocktail waitress.
Kane glared at him and then Peyton. “Do you realize what the hell you’ve just done, here?”
Evan chuckled as he draped his arm over Peyton’s shoulders. “Oh, you can bet I know what I’ve done, and with who.”
Braden pointed to the floor below. “And all of these people here know it too, Evan. She’s fucking eighteen years old.” He slapped the surface of the granite-covered table.
Evan gave a quick drink order when the cocktail waitress approached. “A round for us and a Shirley Temple for her.”
The young woman smiled sweetly at Peyton and then looked back at Evan. “The usual then, right?”
Evan waved her off with a quick nod and then turned slightly to address Braden. “For the record Braden, I don’t give a damn if she’s eighteen or twenty-five and hot after your ass twenty-four-seven. She’s going to fuck me and fuck me plenty, so get used to it.”
“It’s not about which one of us she’s with, Evan.” Kane paid the waitress when she returned. “But I don’t want her here ever again. Understand, Peyton?” He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand into his. His gaze held with Evan’s.
Peyton’s demeanor changed in an instant, and she chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully before she stretched her neck so she could kiss Kane’s ear. “You’re jealous.” Her hand went to his cock, and she stroked him up and down and up and down.
“Damn it, Peyton. You’re not getting what you want here. These people are watching your every move. You want them to know all about your business?”
She stuck her lip out and initiated a provoked pout. “Ah, what’s wrong, Kane? What happened to the big and bad, rough and tough Dom?”
“Don’t, Peyton.” Braden’s eyes flickered with a justified warning.
Kane’s hand locked over hers, and she got what she asked for. With one hand helping her stroke him and the other loosening his pants, Kane’s freed cock pressed into her grip in a matter of seconds.
Braden shook his head. “Kane, think about this. Right here? Right now? After what she’s done with Evan for the world to see? Uh-huh, it’s a bad idea. She’s days away from graduation.”
“You think I care if the students there know what I do with you all?” She pumped his dick into her hand with a telling pace. She either wanted him inside of her quick or she wanted him to come all over her fingers.
Kane popped his neck and took a sip of his beer. “Damn, Peyton.”
“Ah hell, Kane!” Braden put his arm up on the leather seat and glared down at the floor. He should’ve moved if he didn’t want to watch.
Kane reached behind her and grabbed her around the waist. “Wanna blow me baby or are we gonna fuck?”
She disappeared under the table long enough to kiss his dick, and it was then when Kane saw all sorts of complications unfolding below them. Several people stopped and stared while others truly rubbernecked as they tried to see what was going on at their table.
“Shit!” He yanked her up, pushed himself away from her while shoving his cock back in his pants.
“Thank goodness. You’ve come to your damn senses,” Braden snarled.
“Let’s get outta here, Peyton.”
“Kane, I’m here with Evan, and we’re not-”
“You’re not…exactly my sentiments. You’re not doing another damn thing so those vultures below can witness it again. Showtime is over, baby. You have school tomorrow.”
He yanked her up from the booth, clasped her hand in his, dramatically and on purpose, and then pulled her out of the club. She tried to take two to three steps for every one of his strides.
Once they hit the back parking lot, he tossed her into Braden’s truck. “I’ll ride with Evan,” he said.
Braden didn’t put up a fight. Kane hardly expected one. He reached across her middle and buckled her in while Braden’s gaze lingered on her stockings.
Kane pointed at him before he kissed her on the cheek. “Remember, I want to get her out of this truck the same way I put her in it.”
“How’s that?” Braden asked in a raspy voice
Kane laughed. “In one piece.”
Chapter 23
The private club that everyone knew about, but few acknowledged they ever visited, was located about forty minutes from the ranch. Plenty of time, Peyton thought, to get in all sorts of trouble.
As soon as they pulled out of the parking lot, Braden reached across the bench seat and took her hand in his. “Peyton, did you have fun back there?”
She didn’t detect sarcasm, although she expected it. Instead, Braden genuinely seemed interested in knowing whether or not she enjoyed herself.
“I hope this isn’t a trick question because I’m going to tell you the truth,” she said.
“I always want the truth.” His voice changed then. “Did you like fucking Evan in public?”
“Braden!” Sometimes, he embarrassed her. She felt her cheeks with open palms and sure enough, they were hot.
He pulled in the emergency lane and jerked the gearshift in park. He leaned over the steering wheel and took a deep breath. Then, he unhooked her seatbelt and reluctantly pulled her to him. “Why do you always do that?”
“What do I do?”
“You’re different with me than you are with them. You’re wild and free with them but with me, you’re something else.” .“I’m just me, Braden. I’m nothing special. Nothing extraordinary, I’m just an average girl. When I’m with you, there’s something about just being with you that changes everything.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“It’s a different thing,” she admitted. “When I’m with Evan and Kane, they want me all sexy and maybe even ready to fuck around the clock, who knows with them.”
“And with me?”
She pressed her palm to his cheek. “You know I love you, right?” She’d never told any of them that she loved them. She did love them all but it was comfortable to tell Braden.
He tilted her chin, lowered his head and kissed her lips. “How do you love me, Peyton? Tell me.”
“I love you like a woman loves a man. I deeply love you. I don’t know why we haven’t had sex but that’s okay. Love and sex don’t always mix right away. I’ve never told Kane or Evan that I love them, and I do, you know.”
“I know.” He turned back to the steering wheel and shifted the vehicle back into drive. “You love us all, and for right now, it’s more than we deserve.”
The truck hummed down the state highway a few miles before either of them said another word. When the silence broke, Braden did it with a powerful question.
“Kane…has uh, he mentioned anything to you about how he feels?”
She smiled. “I know how he feels about me.”
Suddenly, Braden looked tense, maybe even a little possessive. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Really?”
“Nope, not with him. He’d take a brutal beating before he allowed one strand of your hair to curl around the wrong man’s fingertips.”