WE LEFT in a blur of fingers and mouths. I clawed Caleb, riding him until he’d stretched me wide. When my body shuddered and that feeling of euphoria finally moved on, Nick left us long enough to run and get the Mustang, pulling the car around the back of the event center.
We left with the throb of the engine, stealing away from the last of the partygoers, me in the backseat, Tobias on top.
“Fuck me, little mouse,” he groaned. “Where the fuck did that come from?”
I reached between us, fisted the hard bulge in his pants, and lifted my head to kiss him. His jacket was discarded, the black vest opened against his unbuttoned white shirt, and those dark, brooding eyes staring at me. “Right where you weren’t looking,” I answered. “So turn me the fuck over, Tobias. This time I’m on top.”
He chuckled as the car cut along the quiet, darkened road that would lead us to the highway, then to the city and back home.
Home.
What would that be like without mom and Creed? My heart couldn’t handle the image of that. Strong hands gripped me as he shifted his body, turning us over in the seat. My dress caught, but Caleb reached through the seat, tugging it out, only to slide it higher, leaving his brother to take over, shoving it further upwards.
“Caleb stretched you, princess?” Tobias murmured. “You still hot from my brother’s cock?”
I let out a moan at his words, my body already aching. “Yes,” I answered, sliding the strap of my dress lower. “Does that upset you?”
“Fuck, no.” He reached between my thighs, finding the crotch of my G-string I’d tugged back on in a hurry. “Not when it comes to you, little mouse. We get all of you, every goddamn night and day.”
They were insatiable.
Hungry and desperate.
The car swerved.
“Eyes on the goddamn road, Nick,” Tobias barked under me. “You fucking crash before I get to fuck our brand new sister and I’ll be pissed.”
Sister.
The word rolled through me. What we had was sick…twisted. We were family by marriage now. There’d be people watching us, making sure we were being proper.
Tobias’ fingers slipped under the edge of my G-string. “This pretty little cunt of yours desperate for more?”
Aftershocks turned hot under his touch. My pussy clenched. I wanted this all day, every day. All of them claiming me, riding me. I wanted them to want me as much as I wanted them. “Yes,” I moaned.
“Jesus Christ, I want to pull the car over,” Nick groaned.
“Just get us home, brother.” Tobias slipped his hand free from my sex and reached up, gripping the back of my neck to draw me against him.
Soft, pouty lips. His heat of desire.
“The next two weeks are going to be fucking incredible,” he moaned.
I kissed him, pulling away to stare down at him, catching those glittering dark eyes staring back at me. Everything had changed tonight. They’d thought they were the ones who called the shots, that they were the ones in control and I was nothing more than a little mouse at their mercy.
They were wrong.
They were at mine.
I was lost in Tobias’ mouth and the feel of his hands on my body. He held onto me as the car swerved and bright lights from the intersection invaded, splashing across his face as we hit the highway. The Mustang’s V-8 engine throbbed as it ate up the miles to get us home. By the time we pulled into the driveway, the frenzied desire we’d had between us had cooled, leaving something deeper, something slower in its place.
This place felt like home, more of a home than anything else I’d had before. The front gates slid closed with a bang as we climbed out of the car. I pulled my dress down as Tobias adjusted himself. I’d never been more thankful of rich people and their towering hedges. Could you imagine what our old neighbor, Mrs. Cromwell, would’ve thought?
I stifled a smile as Nick climbed out, then pulled his seat forward for me, his intensity meeting mine as I climbed out. “Princess,” he murmured, closing the door behind me.
That’s exactly how I felt, lowering my gaze to the ground, that shy smile blending with the heat that crept into my cheeks. That’s how they made me feel. Like they didn’t just see me…but they craved me.
Caleb stood by the open door when we stepped inside. He lifted his hand, waiting for mine. I was captured in an instant and my bare feet left the floor. Nick had my shoes in his hand as Tobias locked the front door and engaged the alarm.
There’d be no leaving tonight.
Not for them.
I wound my arms around Caleb as he carried me up the stairs. His long, muscled body flexed under me as he moved. He carried me into the bathroom, and the others followed. My zipper was pulled low by expert hands. Caleb’s lips found my shoulder, then moved to my neck. “Need to take it slow, princess,” he murmured. “Pacing is important here, we don’t want to hurt you.”
His words hit home.
They wanted to fuck me all the time.
My body needed to keep up.
I nodded, leaving him to slip my dress off. My heels were dropped to the tiled floor as Nick undressed, and Tobias followed. “Mine.” He staked his claim, shoved his pants to the floor, and stalked forward, his cock hard and bobbing as he moved.
God, I’d never seen someone so beautiful.
Predatory and cruel and yet, as he reached me and gripped me around my waist and lifted, he was tender. I wrapped my legs around him as he hit the taps and adjusted the spray. We melted into the warmth, until my back hit the cold tiles, making me flinch, then he turned, pressing his own back against the cold.
“Whatever you want, Ryth,” he growled, staring into my eyes. “Whatever you want.”
I reached down and slid my hand along his length. Power rippled through me as I stared into his eyes. He’d beaten a man to send a message. He’d do more if he needed to. This bully who’d made my life Hell was more than he portrayed. He was a bastard, but he was my bastard. I angled my hips, guiding him inside. “Fuck me, Tobias. Fuck me.”
He gripped my ass and angled my hips down as he drove inside to the hilt. A moan ripped free. My hands slid on slick skin. I was lost to the feel of him, vaguely aware when Nick and Caleb joined us in the shower.
Hands over my breasts. Lips against my neck.
I melted.
We found ourselves in Nick’s room later, all three of us in his bed. There we slept, me in the middle, surrounded by their heat. I closed my eyes, waiting for to sleep claim me, unable to think about anything other than how perfect this felt.
I wanted this forever.
Just the four of us.
Slept crept closer, with my body already numb, just my mind to follow. A hand slid over my hip, a steel band of muscle around my waist, before I was yanked backward until I pressed against a chest.
“Mine,” Tobias murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.
The scent of him invaded as I closed my eyes. I shifted against him as Nick’s leg moved under the comforter, pressing against mine. The only one not touching me was Caleb. But he was here, staying with us, and that said more than anything.
I gave a sigh and slipped under sleep’s hold, more contented than I’d ever felt before.
“Little mouse.”
I surfaced at the low murmur in my ear. Something warm pressed against my back. The hard erection pushed between my thighs. I reached behind me, touching a warm thigh. “Tobias,” I sighed.
He rocked against me, his hand cupping my breast. “Is it too early?”
I kept my eyes closed and lifted my knee, sliding my foot lazily along the outside of his leg as he entered me. God, this felt good and right. Nick lifted his head and watched through half-slit eyes as his brother took me from behind, then dropped his head back to the pillow.
But he didn’t close his eyes.
Instead, he watched, reaching out his hand for mine. Our hands collided and our fingers slid between each other’s into a clasp as Tobias thrusted, his heavy breaths growing deeper and more urgent.
I closed my eyes and arched my spine as that heat rolled through me. A guttural snarl and he drove deep, grunting as he came. This is how it’d be with them, always touching, always wanting. I couldn’t get enough.
“Food,” Nick muttered as Tobias stilled, his hand still on my hip. “It’s your turn, little brother.”
With a mumble, Tobias pulled from my body and rolled, climbing from the bed with far too much energy for this time of the morning.
“Eggs and bacon?”
“With toast,” Nick added.
“Wasn’t asking you, dickhead.”
I smiled and lifted my head, meeting my stepbrother’s stare from the end of the bed as he tugged on Nick’s sweats. “Ryth?”
I smiled. “Eggs and bacon sounds perfect.” My belly let out a grumble, drawing a scowl from him before he turned and headed out of the room.
I tracked his steps to the bathroom, then all the way down the stairs.
“You sure you’re okay with us?” Caleb murmured from behind Nick. “Not sure you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.’
“Not sure myself, to be honest,” I answered as I pushed up from the bed. “But I guess we’re about to find out.’
