Noah’s lips dip to my stomach, trailing down, and on reflex, I go to push him away with my other hand—or maybe hold him to me, I don’t know—but Kaleb grips my wrist and pulls my hand back.
I meet his eyes, groaning at the little wet circles I’m rubbing over my pussy.
“Looks like we might have a little something to play with this winter, after all,” Noah tells his brother.
I twist my lips into a snarl, about to protest, but Noah kisses me quiet. “Shhh,” he whispers.
God, his lips are soft. I pant against his mouth.
“Tiernan,” he gasps, watching my hand work on my bare pussy.
“Jesus, man,” he tells Kaleb. “Look at her. You ever seen anything that pretty? I’ll bet she’s the tightest thing, too.”
He dips down, licking my nipple, and something shoots through me like I’m about to fucking explode.
“Noah,” I whimper.
“Tiernan.” He kisses my flesh, teasing my nipple with his teeth. “I wanna fuck you.” He comes up, hovering over my mouth as he rubs his cock over my hand between my legs. “I wanna fuck you. All winter.”
I stare at his mouth, ready to pull down his pants and let him. I look up, catching Kaleb’s eyes and holding them as I kiss his brother.
“The prettiest one was under our roof the whole time,” Noah groans, grinding on me. “You’re ours.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Our sweet little one. All ours. Do you understand?” He kisses my forehead, my nose, and I move my hand away, liking the feel of his dick more. “Our piece of ass. Ours.”
Yes. I nod. I don’t care. I don’t want anyone else.
We seem to be on the same page, because he throws his brother a warning. “Don’t bruise her. At least until she’s used to us.”
What? I feel like I should be scared, but I look up at Kaleb, seeing him lift his mouth in a dark smile. Right then and there, I don’t care what he does to me. I just want it.
“I get your cherry,” Noah whispers over my mouth, grinning. “As long as I promise not to touch your ass. He’ll want that.”
And he tips his chin at his brother.
I fist my hands, my stomach knotting but flipping with excitement, too, as I arch my neck back for Noah’s mouth.
But then a stern voice suddenly barks, “Noah.”
I freeze, unable to move for a moment.
Oh, shit.
No.
Noah stops his kisses, and I pop my eyes open, recognizing Jake’s voice.
Nausea rolls through me. I slip my shorts back up and pull down my shirt, covering myself.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake growls.
Noah lifts up, and I can see the strain and struggle on his face, before his gaze levels and he gives a tight smirk.
He stands up and turns toward his father. “Nothing she doesn’t want.”
I sit up, Kaleb rising to his feet behind me, and I can’t bring myself to look at my uncle. Just his bare feet and the bottoms of his jeans as he stands on the last stair.
“Go to bed,” he says.
Noah hesitates, but then he clicks the TV off, grabs his shirt, and heads up the stairs, Kaleb following. I’m not sure if they look back at me or if this whole thing is amusing to them, but I quickly stand up and dart off to follow.
“Not you.” Jake grabs me.
I turn my head away, feeling his eyes blaze into me.
“What would’ve happened if I hadn’t come down?” he asks.
I don’t know. And I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. Normally, yes, I should be. Given our familial ties, this is wrong. I can see how people would see it as wrong.
But it’s not like he wasn’t all over me a few weeks ago, too.
“What would’ve happened?”
“I don’t know,” I answer.
Why didn’t I ask them that?
“What did you want to happen?” he asks.
I can only shrug, meeting his eyes as I search for words. “I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” He rips my blanket away and steps down, gripping my upper arms as he backs me into the living room again. “What did you want to happen?”
“I don’t know!” I cry. “I…”
“What?”
“I…”
Why am I the one in trouble? Is he really angry?
Or just disappointed?
“What did you want to happen?”
“I wanted it all to happen,” I utter, finally looking back up at him with tears in my eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just…I feel it everywhere.”
He stares at me, his eyes narrowed. “You feel what everywhere?”
“You,” I whisper, dropping my eyes. “And them.”
This place, the house, the land, the wind…them. I’m alive.
“You get hard, you feel it,” I remind him of our night in the kitchen. “Am I not supposed to feel it, too?”
“You’re seventeen!”
“Eighteen,” I growl back. “I could’ve screwed anyone by now. My parents never cared, but I did.” I look up at him as he brings me close, his hot, angry breaths falling over my forehead. “No one ever felt right… b-before.”
He holds me, squeezing my arms and seething.
His fists clench, his fingers digging into my skin, and I whimper. “Jake…”
It hurts.
He drops me and twists me around, bending me over one arm. I barely have time to suck in a breath before his hand lands hard on my ass, a loud slap piercing the air.
I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut in shock.
“Still feeling good?” he asks, breathing hard.
I don’t look at him. Rage boils my blood, and part of me wants to scream and hit back, but another part of me…
Another part of me feels the knots loosen in my stomach. My heart jumps and the adrenaline runs.
Still feeling good?
Slowly, I nod.
What the fuck are you going to do to me? For some reason, I’m emboldened. I want to find out.
He’s quiet for a moment, and then I hear his threat. “You want more?”
I nod twice.