He bends his knees up, so I can lean into them while I move, but I hold Kaleb’s eyes.
I want to see you happy.
I take out my braids, leaving just the ribbon, and his gaze trails down my back to my ass as it moves, rolling in and out on top of another man.
I crook my finger.
And I swear I see a small smile.
He comes over, and I point to the space on the bed in front of me. Figuring out what I mean, he walks to the end of the mattress and drops his jeans, climbing onto the bed and kneeling at the end.
I look down, my heart skipping a beat and my mouth going dry as I take him in. I didn’t get much of a view that day in the barn.
Fucking Noah, I lean forward and take Kaleb in my mouth, his long, thick muscle hard as a rock. I fist the base, because I can’t take it all, and suck him slow and gentle, licking and teasing with my tongue.
He threads his fingers through my hair, and I rock on Noah, our moans filling the room as the winter rages outside. Using my good arm to prop myself up, I stroke him softly as I trail kisses up his abs, reveling in his smooth, tight skin and his taste.
Diving back down, I sink my mouth down him farther and farther, feeling him tap the back of my throat. He jerks, a strangled groan leaving his throat.
I move up and down him, rolling my ass for Noah as I suck on Kaleb, every once in a while stopping to suck on his tip, tasting a little of his cum.
Noah digs his fingers into my hips, pumping me from the bottom, and I know he’s about to come. But Kaleb grabs me and pulls me off his straining cock, kissing my mouth fierce and hard. He climbs off the bed, pulling me with him, and shoves me back at the bed, facing Noah this time.
I narrow my eyes, not understanding. What?
He pushes into me from behind, forcing me back on the bed, and I climb on his brother, regular cowgirl this time. I slide back onto Noah, Kaleb pushing me forward onto his brother’s body. I stop breathing for a moment. What is he…?
Then, I feel it.
Him, behind me. Between our legs, his fingers press into my…other place.
I tense up.
Uhh… I’m down with a lot, but I don’t think this is…a good idea.
Kaleb pulls me up and turns my face to him, guiding my hips. I move on Noah, holding Kaleb’s eyes as he taunts my ass, working the tip of his finger inside me.
I swallow, tightening up, but he moves my hand to my pussy, telling me to prime myself.
I rub my clit in soft, slow circles, and that’s where we stay for a minute. Noah pawing my tits as I play with myself and Kaleb’s finger rests inside me. Slowly, I relax.
And after a couple minutes, I start backing up into it, my orgasm building again.
His finger feels good. It feels bad, but in all the good ways.
Gently, he pushes me forward, and I dive into Noah’s mouth, moving up and down on his cock.
Kaleb’s dick presses into me, crowning me, and I let out a long breath, moving into it as he pushes just inside.
Liquid fire courses through me, and I suck in air through my teeth as he slides in very slowly. Breath by breath, he sinks deeper inside, and I take it slowly, adjusting and relaxing.
“Good girl,” Noah says. “I warned you.”
I breathe out a weak laugh. Yeah, you did.
He told me Kaleb wanted it this way.
My body accepts them both, and slowly, we start to move. Noah cups one breast and holds my neck with the other hand, while Kaleb takes the other breast and grips my hip. I roll down Noah, taking Kaleb inside and sway back, sliding Kaleb out as I take Noah in.
I close my eyes, arching my back and jutting out my ass for Kaleb. Kaleb thrusts into me, our pace quickly speeding up, and after a moment, the boys are doing all the work. Noah fucks me from the bottom, while Kaleb slams into my ass again and again, everything filled, and my body on fire.
“You like it?” Noah asks.
I nod, delirious with pleasure. “Yeah.”
Kaleb fucks my ass but brings me up to kiss him, everything about his lips soft and sweet.
He looks at me, both boys not letting up as they take what they want.
But for me, time stands still.
His gaze holds mine as he caresses my face, and I feel like he wants to say so much, but he won’t. I feel it, though.
I feel safe.
“Kaleb,” I mouth over his lips. “Do this again to me tomorrow?”
He nods and buries his mouth in my neck. I smile.
They massage my breasts, and I struggle to keep my moans in check.
God, what is Jake going to say? Or do?
“Our little secret,” Noah says, coming up to suck on my nipple. “Our sweet little secret.”
I kiss Kaleb as Noah kisses me, and I hold his head to my body, loving his tongue on my flesh.
Skin on skin fills the room as my ass slaps into Kaleb, and Noah tenses under me, groaning.
I drag my nails up my thighs as Noah thrusts into me and comes, and Kaleb holds my face to him, staring hard at me as we fuck.
I tighten around him, feeling my orgasm coming again, and I rub my clit to help it along.
My body warms, my nerves firing inside me as the sensation of both holes filled drives me over the edge. I scream, coming as Kaleb grips my hair and thrusts into me harder, burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh, God!” I cry out.
My breasts bob as he rides my ass, and I can’t take anymore. I fall forward, the only thing keeping me up is him holding my hair.
He grunts, lets out short breaths, and punches hard, gasping for air as he spills inside of me.
“God,” I gasp, shaking.
Sweat trickles down my back, and Kaleb releases me, letting me fall onto Noah. Our wet bodies stick, but I don’t care. Noah wraps his arms around me as Kaleb tries to calm down behind me, his hand pressing into my lower back.
I close my eyes, sated and high. I have no idea what tomorrow brings, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m exactly where I want to be, and for tonight, at least, I’m staying.
L.A. and my life there once upon a time is a million miles away. This is my home.
A while later, the fire crackles as Noah sleeps soundly, and Kaleb holds me to his body. I drift in and out, hearing the wind blow, but I’m warm and safe inside.
Something tugs at my hair ever so gently, and I vaguely register soft silk dragging over my forehead. I blink my eyes open to see Kaleb fist my red ribbon in his hand and reach under his head, stuffing it back inside his pillow-case.
I smile, holding back my laugh, and go back to sleep.
Tiernan
I wake up, the morning light falling across my face, and jerk, squeezing my eyes shut again as I turn over.
But as I roll onto my left arm, pain shoots down to my fingertips and everything comes flooding back all at once. I groan, shooting up in bed.
The sheet falls to my waist as I look around the room—Kaleb’s room—and I see that I’m alone.
I look down at my bandaged arm, seeing blood seeping through. God, what was I thinking last night?
An ache rocks through my head, and I flinch, rubbing the back of my neck. After the fire and the injury, I decided to lose my mind and…
Images flash of the three of us, and I shake my head clear. I can’t face it. Not yet. Not that I didn’t absolutely love everything that happened in here last night, but I shouldn’t have done it.
Jesus. I stumble out of the bed, my legs weak as I grab for the first piece of clothing I find on the floor. I need some ibuprofen and a shower. My entire body is on fire.
The time on the clock on the bedside table flashes two-sixteen a.m., but I know it’s later than that. They must’ve gotten the electricity working again. Thank goodness.
I slip on the black T-shirt, Kaleb’s scent wafting over me, and goosebumps spread down my legs, remembering how good he felt.
And for a moment I’m almost lost again. My heart aches a little, still feeling his eyes. His mouth. His arms.
Something starts beeping from outside, and I blink, hearing the digger. It makes that sound when it’s put in reverse. They must be dealing with the damage.
I leave the room, heading downstairs, and I glance through Noah’s open door as I head into the bathroom. His room is empty. It’s unlike him to be up and doing chores at this time of day, willingly at least. He must be pretty scared of his father.
How did the fire start? Now that I have a clear head, it doesn’t make sense. They’ve lived up here their whole lives. Jake taught them how to be diligent in turning off machinery and not leaving fires to burn unattended.
I step softly into the bathroom and reach behind the shower curtain, turning on the water. It must be something we didn’t realize was a problem. Like Noah said, something electrical, maybe.
Leaning against the sink, I lift my arm a little, whimpering as it aches. The muscles are tight, and I look down at it, starting to unwrap the gauze.
But I hear steps enter the bathroom, and I look up, seeing Kaleb. Showered, shaved, dressed in clean jeans and a navy-blue T-shirt, and my cheeks warm, thinking about how I loved everything about him last night.
And here I am, dirty, hair hanging in my face, and a night’s worth of blood and sweat on me. Not just my sweat, either.
He carries the red tin and comes over, setting it down and pushing my hair back, inspecting my face. My skin warms at his touch, and as he turns my head, caressing my cheek, it takes me a minute to figure out what he’s doing.
The slaps. He’s making sure I’m not bruised.
I stare at his mouth, wishing I could’ve heard his voice last night. I almost thought I did a couple times.
I reach up, touching his cheek, too, starting to believe I imagined everything I felt coming off him last night, but… he turns away, pulling back a little.
My hand stays there, suspended as he drops his own and starts rummaging through the tin.
Tears springs to my eyes. The old Kaleb is back.
“Kaleb…” I murmur.
He doesn’t make eye contact—his eyes narrowed as he removes the rest of the old bandages and starts cleaning the stitches.
“I don’t know what you were saying last night,” I tell him. “But I felt it.”
He sits me down on the edge of the tub and squats down, wrapping a new bandage around my arm.
I stare at him, the shame starting to creep in when he won’t look at me.
It didn’t feel bad last night. I didn’t feel the shame then.
Now, he’s probably wondering what schedule the slut is on. Who gets me on Thursdays? On Tuesdays? Do we meet in my bed or do I come to yours?
I try to swallow through my dry mouth, tears welling. “I felt it,” I whisper again.
I felt him and how it was perfect and how I wanted him to fold me up inside him forever. It was a perfect moment when all of me aligned for one fucking instant, and I felt full and strong. Those moments are rare.
His lips twitch, his hands slowing, but then he finds his focus again, securing the bandage around my arm.
I reach out.