“Not without Peyton,” she said. “And you will let her go or I’ll go wake up Kane. He won’t like this.”
Peyton looked at Evan’s hooded eyes, felt his breath against her skin, inches away from her mouth. A second or two more and he wouldn’t care what he did to her in front of an audience.
“Vicky, I’ll be right there.”
“Good choice, Peyton,” Evan congratulated her. “I think you know what’s in store for you, don’t ‘cha?”
“No, you’ll come with me now,” Vicky retorted.
“What if I want her to come with me?” Evan’s thighs bunched, and he pressed into Peyton with a suggestive move, a confirmation of what he meant.
“You two can do whatever the hell you want,” Vicky said, “When she doesn’t have a houseful of gossips downstairs to tell it.”
Vicky glared at his nightstand and saw the monitor. “Oh Lord Evan, this is so low. You keep a baby monitor next to your bed? Good grief!” She threw up her hands and grabbed Peyton by the arm. “Let’s go. Lord knows Evan heard enough tonight. He shouldn’t have any trouble jacking off if we give him a little privacy.”
The contempt in Vicky’s voice surprised Evan, if Peyton guessed correctly. He dropped her arm and let the girls get away but Peyton didn’t leave his room without looking back one last time.
“Damn, if you wouldn’t scare a gal.” She licked her upper lip and started to close his door.
Before she made a clean break, she heard him on the other side, swearing and promising all sorts of things. “I’m going to do more than spook with this cock, sugar. I’m going to wear you out with it.”
Vicky snickered, grabbed Peyton’s hand, and they rushed back down the stairs. “All of these years and I’ve never once been jealous of you.”
“Oh stop it!” Peyton teased.
“I’m not kidding. I’m green with envy. Did you see the way he looked at you?”
“Knock it off, Vicky.”
”I’m serious here, Peyton. He has it bad for you. His eyes glaze over when he looks at you as if he really sees only you. He looks at you with that icky kind-of-awareness like you’re an unusual somebody, a rare and precious existence. I’m telling you, he’s hot after you, girlfriend.”
“I hope you’re right,” Peyton said.
“I’m right, and he’s hard. If I were you, I’d race right back up those stairs and make him carry through on his last promise.”
“No way. He’s drunk.”
“He’s not drunk on anything but lust, my friend.”
“Well after having his cock against my leg, I’m drowning in it.”
Vicky snickered. “With a cock he sports, I guess so!”
“I can’t do it tonight.”
“I know why,” Vicky said, her voice softer this time. “It’s Kane, isn’t it?”
Peyton shrugged. “Not really.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You two are like watching a romance movie bound to end in a sad song.”
“Why do you say that?”
“When you two are in the room together now, it’s ridiculous. I noticed it when the guys brought in the pizzas. There’s all this love flowing back and forth from one pair of eyes to the next, but Peyton you need to understand something about Kane.”
“What?” Peyton stopped in the hallway right outside the media room.
“Honey, he’s too selfish to notice what’s really going on with you two. You may think you feel something really special for him, and while I see a lot of sexual energy and sparks flying everywhere, in the end, he’s the one Cartwell who can and will hurt you.”
“He might not,” Peyton bit out. “Maybe not, anyway.”
“Honey, he will. Even if he thinks he loves you now, this isn’t going anywhere. Listen to me. I know the guy’s reputation. I’m telling you-”
“I think he does love me now,” Peyton hummed. “He just doesn’t know how much yet.”
“Maybe he does.” She pointed behind her. “Speak of the stud himself, go see what he wants. I’m going to entertain the gals with tall tales about Freda. I owe her one or two. Hell, with the hard cock we saw in Evan’s room, I’d say we’re both forever indebted to her.”
Peyton and Vicky broke out into giggles, hugged and parted ways. Kane waited at the top of the stairs. He watched her as she walked toward him. By the time Peyton reached him, he yanked her by the wrist and pulled her into the spare bedroom right across the hall from her own room.
“Kane, this is-”
“Shh, don’t make a sound,” he said as he placed her hand over his cock.
“No, you don’t understand.” She said one thing but reached behind his ass and locked the door.
“Then help me make out here.”
“Kane, Braden will kill us if he finds us and did you fail to notice I have company?”
“I don’t care if Jimmy Buffet is down there. You’re not going anywhere.” With a closed fist, he tilted her chin, and she shut her eyes as his lips came down on hers in a bruising kiss.
Seconds clicked away as his tongue demanded her time. Hot and saucy, he kissed her like he meant to lose total control.
“Kane, please…”
“Don’t move,” he said. “You want me as much as I want you, Peyton. I don’t give a damn who hears us.”
“But-”
“You’re fucked hard if you protest and licked if you don’t make me work for it, how’s that? Feel better? You have options. Choose door number one or door number two.”
Evan stepped out of the bathroom then. “How about closing them both and running right over here to me?”
She gulped. “Oh God, this is my worst nightmare.”
“Thanks.” Kane kissed down her neck and nibbled on her ear.
“No, you don’t understand. Kane, stop that.” Surely she didn’t decline his advances.
“I understand, baby. Tell me about it.” Evan stepped in behind her and rubbed his cock over her ass. “This isn’t a nightmare, and you know it. This is what you want. Your wettest of sweet dreams.” His lips cascaded across her shoulders as Kane’s cock rubbed against her leg.
They proved their point. They were right. This was heaven. For a brief moment, she saw stars and then, hell’s fury brought her straight back down to earth.
A loud knock on the door proved Braden felt confident of who occupied the spare room. “You three have less than ten seconds to open up or I’m going to send these gals out here home.”
“Shit!” Evan pursed his lips and glared at Kane.
“Don’t look at me. I liked the idea. I sure as hell didn’t want him to interrupt this now.” He pointed at his dancing dick and did it ever get her attention. The purple tint to the mushroom head called for distractions.
She dropped to her knees as Braden knocked again. “Damn it. I’m counting.”
“And I’m sucking.” She smiled as she tormented both men. Evan was behind her massaging her shoulders, and Kane allowed her to pull his cock from his silk shorts.
“Ten…”
Her head lowered, and she kissed the tip before she licked her lips. Just a peck and a swipe across the slit, drew a heated growl from Kane.
“Sweet hell.” Evan yanked her from the floor, grabbed her around the hips and simulated the sex act by pressing into her backside over and over again. “You like giving head, don’t you Peyton?”
“Nine…”
“She likes it a lot,” Kane said.
“Eight…” Braden knocked again. “Seven…”
