He moved in between her legs and touched her mound. “I’ve waited a long time, Peyton.” His hungry voice and intense focus heightened the awareness-hers and his. He touched her clit gently and twirled it with his thumb.
“Braden, please don’t tease me. We’ve teased all the way home. No more teasing.”
He reached for her breast and squeezed. “I need to see them when I fuck you, Peyton. I need to touch your nipples, feel them, and taste the way these pretty little gems spike under my tongue.”
She grinned as wide as he’d ever seen her smile. “Then start fucking me, big boy. This shirt is comin’ off!”
Braden’s cock stayed at her entrance until she stripped the shirt away from her body. When he leaned over her to help her take her bra off, she felt the tip break past her folds, but before she clasped down on the head, he tipped backwards and gave her a quick slap to the hip.
“Oh no you don’t.” He held his cock around the shaft and deliberately kept her from capturing him. He leaned over and kissed one breast and then the next. “You have pretty nipples, Peyton.” He held his palm against her jaw while he traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb.
With his mouth over her nipple, he moved his hand away from her face and traced the outline of her body until he reached her thigh. Slowly, he slid his hand to her inner thigh and with a growl, he rose over her.
“Spread open for me, Peyton. Give me some room, baby.”
“Braden, I know how big it is. I can handle you.”
“I know you can, but can your snug little pussy…” He slid halfway in and she cried out. “See there, baby, trust me, let me go slow.”
Braden’s cock needed its own class. He was thick and incredibly long. She didn’t want to mention it, but she noticed a very unique quality when she gave him the interrupted blowjob. His dick curled in an extraordinary fashion. The natural shape guaranteed a woman’s pleasure and even before he pressed all the way into her vagina, she needed to come.
“Open your legs wider, Peyton.”
“Braden, just fuck…me.” She tried to take the lead by wrapping her legs tighter around him.
“Shh…wait baby, give me a minute.”
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he stopped moving all at one time. Peyton gave him a wink and deliberately clenched her inner walls, clamping down on his cock.
“Shit!” He reached above her head and jerked the glove compartment down. He rummaged through some papers and pulled out a tiny foil packet. Bringing it to his lips, Peyton held her breath the second she saw it.
In fact, her body froze in time, but a recent memory drew tears, a fountain of them.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Braden’s genuine concern washed over his face.
She shook her head and bit down on her closed fist. “Oh God, Braden. I’m so stupid.”
He cupped her cheeks and looked deep into her eyes. Slowly, he slid out of her. “Peyton, we can stop right now if you’re having doubts.”
“Doubts? No, no. It’s not what you think, Braden…It’s earlier…It’s…Oh God, Evan and I didn’t use a condom.”
She saw his face tense, felt his rigid body dampen with sweat, and he gritted his teeth with her news. He quickly stood up and moved away from her, yanking up his pants as he did.
“Get dressed.”
“Braden, it’s-”
“I said get dressed and do it now.”
The soft rain turned violent all at one time and lightning zapped across the sky. The darkness opened up with the bolts of electricity dancing out in a very unique pattern but the true thunder of a pending storm loomed somewhere else.
“Braden, it’s probably nothing. I’m…” What did she say now? Did she tell him it was probably the safest time of the month when the opposite actually applied?
“Peyton! Damn it! I said, get dressed or else I’ll drive you up there as-is. We’ve all seen you naked now, no need for modesty.”
She bit the inside of her jaw and glared at him. Yanking her clothes on, she cursed under her breath. Why did she have to react when she saw the rubber? Why did she have to tell Braden about the club?
She swiped the tears away from her cheeks and tried to gauge the anger Evan faced. Braden kept his back to her, not a good sign by any stretch of the imagination.
“What the hell, Braden?” She grabbed her shirt from the leather seat and poked her hands through the sleeves. “What the hell did you expect in a club? Did you honestly think he was going to roll a rubber over his cock in front of everyone there?”
Braden kicked the wheel of the truck. “Damn it! What I expect is for Kane and Evan both to take care of you! What I want is to keep you safe! What is unacceptable is for Evan to take you to a club like Clink in the first place.
“What the fuck do you want me to say, Peyton? Huh? Do you want me to tell you I wanted Evan to fuck you in front of the whole damn community? That I’m as proud as fucking hell he didn’t use a condom? How about I just go congratulate him for being the smart one of the bunch? After all, maybe if he knocks you up, he’ll have a clear advantage!”
“Oh screw you, Braden.” She barely whispered it, hardly believed she spoke it with enough passion to ensure him she meant it. The tears began again but she didn’t notice them as she sprinted into the rain and ran straight for the house. She had to get to Evan before Braden got there.
“Evan!” She screamed into her open palms as she ran. She heard Braden’s truck rev in the distance, and the crunch of gravels flying. She slid face down on the incline of the last hill in front of the house as the headlights beamed bright into the night. The rain pellets hit her in the face, and her hair stuck to her cheeks.
She cursed the mud and her inability to stay on her feet as she moved faster and faster toward the house. She heard the screeching tires and soon the headlights dimmed. The slam of the door assured her Braden beat her there. He arrived first.
“Braden, wait!” She dug her heels into the ground harder and still she wasn’t fast enough.
She hit the front door of the house and heard Braden shouting for him. He was upstairs storming toward Evan’s room. And Kane and Evan stepped out of the media room with wild, wide eyes.
Chapter 24
“Peyton? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? What’s wrong with Braden?” Questions riddled around her. She didn’t know who asked what.
“Evan, get out of here! Now!” Peyton pushed him toward the back door. “Please, Evan!”
Kane grabbed her and shook her. “Peyton, you’re acting like a crazy woman. What’s wrong? What happened?”
Braden stormed across the second story of the house. “Evan! Evan, damn you! Where are you?”
Kane narrowed his eyes on her. “Peyton?”
“Get out of here now, Evan. Please, he’s going to kill you!”
“Peyton, what the hell is this about?” Evan asked.
“I told, Braden…I didn’t mean to tell him but I told him I, we, didn’t use a…” She stopped herself from saying more. By the look on Kane’s face, she’d already said far too much.
“You fucked her without a condom?” he demanded through clenched teeth.
Evan dropped his head and then looked back up at Peyton as Braden raced down the steps. “Peyton, I shouldn’t have. I thought…ah hell, I didn’t think. It never crossed my mind.”
“Why you fucking little bastard!” Kane gritted his teeth but at the same time, his arm flew out, and he held Braden off, at least long enough to postpone the first blow. “Braden, get a hold of yourself.”
Somehow, Kane remained calm. Peyton didn’t know how he managed it because she saw the fury in his eyes as well, but he controlled his own rage in order to stop one brother from fighting the other.
“I didn’t think, Braden. Are you going to tell me you’ve always stopped to think about birth control in the heat of the moment?”
“This isn’t any chick, Evan!” Braden’s strong voice of concern laced through his words as much as his anger. “This is Peyton!”