One of the teenagers said something to them in passing. Another one commented on her bottom and still another one commented her on her boobs. Oh yeah, she was going to change all right.
Kane led her through the crowd barely able to contain his anger. Trying to get a grip on it before he lost it, he stood at the steps and pointed upstairs. “Change now, Peyton. I’m stripping off in the laundry room.”
“No, I’m not going to do it. If I start letting you tell me what to do now…”
In a matter of two seconds, no more than three, she was hanging upside down and gripping his belt as he took the steps quickly.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me?” She acted completely bored and even smiled and waved at those standing in the foyer. “Don’t mind us. He has a personality disorder. We’re still trying to work out the kinks in his medications so he can communicate more effectively with women.”
“You think you’re cute, do you?” He smacked her ass, and she yelped.
“Stop it! Kane, I have friends here.”
“Friends don’t let friends show their ass.”
“They do when it’s a pretty one,” someone from the foyer shouted out from behind them.
Peyton didn’t fight it at all as Kane carried her to her room and discarded her on the bed. Why bother fighting a losing battle when there’s a hand grenade waiting to ignite?
“So I guess I’m going to get spanked?” she asked when Kane tossed her on the bed.
“Honey, if you think you’re going to get by that easy, you’re sorely mistaken. You’re fucked, sweetheart.”
Chapter 30
“Kane, really now.” She stood up and took off her bathing suit and strutted over to her dresser. Slapping a few bathing suits on top of the flat surface, she kept her back to him and didn’t realize he’d stripped off until she felt the bare existence of his weighted cock pressing against her hip.
“Kane!” She turned around and rolled her eyes.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“The thing you do with your eyes. Roll them. Don’t do it.”
“Why not? I always roll my eyes.”
“And you always look adorable doing it. Right now, I don’t need anything else to remind me of your youth. So help me, Peyton, I know I should apologize for this but you don’t understand. I have to have you right now. I have to know you belong to me.”
“Kane, you had me before I ever made it down there the first time,” she whispered.
He nibbled at her ear and moaned as she grabbed his cock and began to massage him as she moved him closer and closer to her vagina. With the tip right there, if she moved her hand, the fucking and hardcore loving started at once. If she didn’t, the teasing continued. Trouble with them right then, they had little else on their mind.
He pushed into her as he dipped his head and devoured her nipple. He mumbled all around her breast, need pouring from his mouth as he sucked her in and made her feel more like a sensual woman than she deserved. He cupped the nape of her neck and looked deep into her eyes as he fucked her.
She tried to kiss him, and he resisted. “Watch, Peyton. Look at me claiming you. I want you to watch me move in and out of you.”
Her gaze drifted to his cock as he withdrew and buried himself inside of her again and again. “Kane…I’m coming… It’s too good, so hot and…ah, Kane.” She dropped her hands to the dresser and with her palms as her anchor she pushed up and captured every stroke he gave her as he pounded into her pussy. He divided her slick folds over and over again as he tried to take the kind of pleasure he quickly delivered.
“That’s it. Milk my cock, baby. Oh Peyton, you’re so good, baby, so good and tight. Ah yes. Let me come now for you. Ah…Um…yeah. That’s it, right there. Hold still and let me have you. All of you. Give me all of you. Peyton!”
He collapsed against her and drew her close as his cock pulsed inside of her walls. When he was completely satisfied, he moved away from her and headed for the shower. He didn’t look back, and he left her where he’d placed her, on her dresser.
After she cleaned up for the second time since graduating, Peyton headed outside. Kane didn’t say anything to her at all. He just fucked her hard and fast, then showered, wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his room.
Vicky met him in the hallway.
“Don’t ask,” Peyton said.
“Don’t ask? Are you kidding me? I heard you two coming up the stairs.”
“You did not.” She grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a plain baby-blue shirt.
“Yeah, I did. How’s this for a refresher. Does ‘milk my cock’ ring a bell?”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, I tried to push everyone back down the stairs but, hon, I hate to tell you, most of the guys heard all of your pillow talk.”
“If I’d been on the bed, then the pillow might have muffled the sound.”
Look at it this way. The guys now think you’re a sex kitten, and the girls aren’t going to go anywhere near Kane. He sounded almost tortured. Damn, does he always fuck you like that?”
“Vicky!” Peyton grabbed her flip-flops and started for the door.
They walked down the steps arm and arm. “Just think of it this way. There aren’t too many people getting it that hard at eighteen. By the time you’re twenty-eight, you’ll know the ins and outs of sex. You may burn out on it too, but hey, if you gotta lose your thing for it, might as well do it with him. Jeez, he looked hot enough to toast when he came out of your room. Shew. Tell me he’s a good fuck.”
“He’s a good fuck,” Peyton said as she looked around the pool. “And I’m a horrible hostess.”
Vicky gave her a squeeze. “Oh, you mean the party guests? Yeah, well Braden said anyone under eighteen had to leave before midnight and everyone else has to leave by three. Evan counted heads a bit ago to see how many people are still here. Something like a hundred-fifty are still here.”
“Most of them must be in the pool,” Peyton said with a laugh as she made her way to the podium where the band was playing. She tapped the microphone and mouthed a few words to the band leader in an attempt to ask for permission to use it.
He nodded and motioned for the others to cut the music or at least find a light tempo to hang in the balance, which is what they did. They allowed the music to rumble low in the distance as she stepped center stage.
Peyton seldom experienced stage fright but right now, she had some. She looked at Braden, and as always, he looked as proud as ever. Evan winked. It was safe to assume he was still extremely horny. If he realized Kane romped her twice since she’d turned him down, he wouldn’t look all smiles and puckers right now.
Kane tried to focus on anything but her. She knew why. She’d felt it in him for days now. Kane loved her, and he feared he was going to lose her. She loved him, she loved all of them, and she wasn’t going to leave them. What would they do without her? She couldn’t imagine her life without them and worse still, she couldn’t stand to think of them without her.
She stepped up to the microphone and took a deep breath. She knew in many ways Kane would be relieved but she wasn’t sure about Braden or Evan. They both enjoyed seeing her play ball, and Braden had high hopes. He wanted her to attend a major university somewhere in the south, but that was in the beginning. Maybe now, he’d see things differently.
She wasn’t the same girl who moved into their home nearly a year ago. They’d finished raising her where her mother left off and thanks to Braden, Evan, and Kane Cartwell, she was now a woman. Strong and independent, she was a woman in love, and she planned to stay that way for many years to come.
“Should we hold our breath?” Kane asked as Braden and Evan joined him.
“Don’t think so,” Braden said. “She may apologize for being so rude and disappearing on them, though I doubt it. By the look on both your faces, you’re pretty pleased with whatever kept you busy for nearly a half hour.”