“Then here, sugar, sip this.” He tugged his cock from his pajama pants.
“Six…”
Peyton winked at Kane and dropped back down to her knees. With her legs wobbling against the floor, her awareness kicked in and a pool of desire dampened her panties. This was better than a wet dream. Better than sex itself. She licked around Evan’s grip, kissed his knuckles and took control.
“Five…Damn you, I said open this blasted door!” He kicked it this time.
With a wicked grin, she kissed Evan’s cock from the top to the base and back up again. “Hmmm. Evan, you’re going to love me for this.” Her mouth covered the shapely head, and she sucked him deep inside of her mouth.
“Good God.” He almost lost his balance but steadied himself with her shoulders before his hips moved with the suction.
“Four…Three… Two…”
With a pop, she released Evan and pushed up from her palms. “That’s it, boys. You heard the man. This party is over.” She didn’t look back, and didn’t particularly care if Evan still had his cock hanging out for Braden to see. She flung open the door, pinched his cheek, and let out a sigh of relief.
She slipped into the bathroom and leaned against the door. Nervously, she locked it and then stared at it like the door was her biggest enemy. It separated her from right and wrong. The panels she glared at now were the only thing preventing her from rushing right back out there and stripping off for all three of them. She didn’t care about her guests or care if everyone there knew it. She wanted to fuck them all right then and there. She opened the door and stared back at one lone barrier-Vicky.
“We’ve decided to play a game. It’s called, ‘Place your bets on which Cartwell Peyton bangs first.’ Wanna play?”
Peyton giggled, grabbed her friend’s arm and tugged her into the bathroom with her. Slamming the door, she put her finger over her own lips as if she wanted to hush her for some reason. “What if I told you that’s a game we’re guaranteed to win?”
“You didn’t?”
“I did.”
“When?” Vicky asked.
“You have to ask?”
“So you and Kane?” Vicky’s jaw dropped, “Oh honey, you picked the wrong Cartwell.”
“Who says I only get to choose one?”
Chapter 16
“Kane! Kane!” Peyton tried to get his attention as she ran into the lower field with his cell phone in hand.
When he finally stopped the tractor, he jumped down from the John Deere long enough to snatch the phone from her hand. “Couldn’t you take a message? I’m trying to figure out what is wrong with this damn tractor.”
“She says it important,” Peyton said as she watched him curiously.
He looked at the caller ID and then held the phone to his chest. “And maybe a little private?”
“Oh, uh…sorry.” She stepped away but she tried really hard to listen, even though he lowered his voice.
“What do you want?” He wasn’t happy to hear from the mystery caller. “Yeah, I’ve been busy. Yes, busy.”
Peyton pursed her lips and walked a few steps forward. Soon, she skipped over a few rocks. She realized the girl on the other end of the phone must’ve wondered why Kane didn’t come over for a visit or worse, stopped by for stud service.
She shuddered but smiled. Out of all three Cartwells, she was certain of one thing in particular. Kane wasn’t seeing anyone at all. He rarely left the ranch, and when he did, he went to the boathouse. The few times he’d gone there, she’d followed.
She stepped through the rocks and headed for the pond still aware of Kane behind her, talking low, keeping his voice down. If he’d planned to get rid of the chick on the other end of the phone, it sure took him long enough. Her heart began to flutter, and her stomach turned somersaults. He might try a little consideration and tell her to kiss off. Peyton glowered back at him.
She turned around and caught him staring at her ass, really focusing on it, so she bent over. She made a dramatic effort to give him what he wanted to see. She bent over and picked up a large rock.
“She’s just a kid. No, hell no, I’m not sleeping with her.”
Peyton dropped the rock and turned to face him. “Does this look like a child’s ass?” She shook it in his direction but he turned around so she couldn’t see his eyes.
“I said no. I’m not fucking her for crying out loud!” He raised his voice and when he did, she heard him. She heard the denial, and something else too. Was it shame? Was he ashamed of her?
Tears welled up in her eyes. She tugged her shoes on quickly. She didn’t want to look at him. He watched her cautiously and picked up his pace.
“Francine, I have to go. Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you.” He broke out in a run chasing her through the pastures, “Peyton! Wait!”
“Get away from me!” she screamed out over her shoulder as she kept running for the house, the barn, and anyone she might find in the house or the barn.
“Wait! Let me explain!” he screamed out behind her. He tried to catch up with her but her legs carried her well ahead of him. “Damn it, Peyton Storm! Stop now!”
“Stay away!” she screamed, anger lacing her words, and holding a threat. “I don’t want you near me!” She picked up her pace, weeping so hard she thought she’d throw up before she made it back to the barn. She caught him in her peripheral vision. He couldn’t keep up her pace. Soon, he doubled over with his hands on his knees.
“Damn it, Peyton! It’s not what you think!”
“I know what I… heard!” This time she didn’t shout out as loudly as before. This time, her heart broke into a million pieces. He denied he slept with her and played the age card too. He was ashamed of her. Screw him! She jogged into the breezeway, where she immediately collapsed into Evan’s arms. She wept in his shirt with a final note of heartbreak. “I know what I heard.”
Kane finally made it to the barn a few minutes later. Out of breath, he was mad as hell now too. He jogged around back, hearing her whimper, sensing her sadness, aching to hold her or maybe even shake her.
“Peyton!”
“Don’t.” Braden put his prize stallion in the cross-ties.
“You don’t know what happened,” Kane said.
“She’s throwing up. You made her sick at her stomach. I told you to leave her alone, and you wouldn’t. Then, you didn’t wait even a day before you called Francine.”
“I didn’t call Francine.”
“She called you and you told her Peyton meant nothing to you, even called her a kid.”
“I never said-”
“Did you or did you not use the word kid and Peyton in a recent conversation with Francine?”
“I never said she meant nothing to me.”
“Might as well have!” Peyton shouted as she sprinted back into the barn.
“Shit. Peyton…” He tried to grab her arm but she hurriedly rushed right by him.
“Don’t touch me!” She glared at him. Worse, she glared at all of them. She shook her little finger in their faces. “Don’t any of you ever touch me again! I’m not going down this road! Do you hear me?”
Braden looked down at his shoes. Evan studied her carefully, and Kane stared off into the distance. Only minutes before, she was skipping rocks, her hair flowing in the wind, her voice loud with cheer as she hummed something familiar, only sweeter because the melody fell from her lips.
