Kane stood up and glared at her. His eyes flickered with knowledge, certain of the pain he caused, no doubt. “I think I’ll pass.”
“Go ahead, run off to the boat. That’s what you do best. Oh, and uh…don’t forget to pick up Francine on your way out there.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Braden blocked his escape route. “Have a seat, Kane. Doc Davis just left and seems we have a problem here now, don’t we?”
Peyton stared at the ceiling again. She thought about holding her breath until she turned blue but right now she wasn’t sure she wanted to pass out. She suddenly felt euphoric, and her twat burned a little from the drugs they pumped into her at the hospital.
“You okay, Peyton?” Evan must’ve noticed the sudden change in her. The new change in temperature between her legs made her uncomfortable enough to show some discomfort.
“I will be as soon as I get a few things off my chest.” And my pussy quits clenching like it needs one of you to fuck me.
“Now is not a good time,” Evan warned.
“It’s never a good time, and thanks to my temper tantrum today, I get to sit the bench for the next two weeks.” Peyton’s softball season didn’t have a long life anyway. They started their games at the first of March and ended by mid-April. She didn’t like sitting on a wooden slab.
“Doc said you couldn’t play.”
“Doc said she shouldn’t play,” Evan clarified. He loved softball and enjoyed watching her. He’d have her at short stop if he had to roll her there in a wheelchair.
“Anyway, it looks like I’m going to finish the season on the bench more than on the field so I’ve had time to think about a few things. You know, think over how I hope to finish out the school year, what I want to do with the rest of the time I have with you boys, and well, I’ve reached a decision.” She looked at Braden and then Evan. “You both have to fuck me.”
Evan looked like he was ready to go right then. “Do what?”
The first bead of sweat ran across Braden’s eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
She pulled the bed sheets back and started fanning herself with the sheets again and again. No one paid her any mind but really and truly, this medicine was doing one hell of a number on her. She was on fire, and in heat. Her pussy burned with something other than desire.
“Shit, Peyton.” Kane stood up and walked to the window, his fists clenched. “Damn it! Don’t you see what she’s doing? She’s pissed at me, and now she wants to fuck you.”
“You know better than to believe him.” She continued to fan herself, her legs spreading just a little. She tried to avoid being crude but in the back of her mind, she decided it didn’t matter anyway. They were aware of the pain meds, and she overheard Braden telling the doctor she didn’t have a tolerance for anything. Medicine, booze, men in boots. The last part, she imagined.
Maybe, just maybe the doctor had an immunization, some kind of concoction to inspire women to close their legs when they found men, particularly three of them, irresistible. Yes, she needed a simple shot to make her ignore cowboys in tight jeans.
“That’s not true, Kane, I wanted to screw them almost as bad as I wanted you.” She cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered to Evan, “The almost thing comes into play because he pursued me and you listened to Braden and steered clear.”
“I pursued you?”
“Yes, you did.” She flapped the sheet wildly now, raising it up around her and then slamming it against the bed again and again.
“Is there something wrong with that damn sheet?” Evan snapped.
“Side effect,” she breathed out as she returned her focus to Kane. Her brow covered in sweat, she dabbed at the beads scattering across her forehead. “I’m a flirt, Kane. You took it one step too far and then cried…” She jumped up from the bed and stripped her panties off as she ran toward the bathroom. “Oh! I’m on fire!”
“What the hell?” Braden, Kane, and Evan quickly followed her. She stood there with her bottom bouncing up and down while running water in the sink.
“I can handle this,” Kane told them but Evan peered around him, watching as she rubbed her hand over her mound with her left hand while dipping her fingers in the water basin, with the other one.
“I’m sure you can, big brother, but if there’s any way I can accommodate her hot little ass right now, I want to make myself available.”
Kane growled as he watched his brother’s amusement. “What the hell is wrong with you, Peyton?”
“I don’t know,” she squealed as she crossed her legs.
“You gotta pee?” Evan asked.
“Somehow I don’t think that will help,” she replied.
Once the sink was full, she flopped right down in the water. “Oh my God.” Braden stared at her in disbelief. More specifically, he gaped at her pussy.
“Is something wrong…uh, I mean, uh…” Braden lost the ability to think with the right head. He began stroking the front of his pants, and Peyton didn’t think he even noticed what he was doing.
Realizing precisely what kind of problem she had, Kane smirked. “Peyton, honey, it’s a reaction to the medicine. All you had to do was ask for a more pleasurable way to take care of this.”
As her teeth started to chatter, she kicked out her legs and made a sudden splash. “Would somebody please make him get out of here?”
“Hell no, maybe these two need to get out of here. I’ve already seen this pretty little pussy.” He dipped his hand in the water and before she anticipated his touch, his fingers twirled between her folds.
“Oh God, Kane.” She pressed her head into the mirror behind her. She didn’t want him to quit. She was on fire. Part of the blaze flaming through her body was an out of control lust, and while she hated to admit it, the other part was a chemical reaction to the medications. Still, the cool water didn’t cure the burn. Kane’s fingers did.
She couldn’t see Kane’s pupils because his eyes were well protected by his lids. His hand moved with her as she ground away at the pain, the ache, the fire tempering out of control.
“I’ve gotta tell you, I never saw anything flare quite like this. Good God, Peyton. You’re the sexiest thing in the world.” Kane’s mouth watered but when she looked up at the other two, she thought she saw them drool.
“Gosh-o-mighty! Somebody!” Peyton leaned back and bit her lower lip as Kane continued to finger her.
“Is this what you need, baby?” Kane inched closer to the vanity driving his fingers higher, reaching her in a hotter spot, beyond the superficial burn of a drug-induced reaction.
“Oh yes! God, yes. Please don’t quit. I’m on fire, I tell you.”
“Holy fuck.” Braden rarely cursed to the extreme but then again, this act warranted drastic measures all the way around. She didn’t blame him. She wanted to scream obscenities too.
The only time she felt remotely aware of how ridiculous she must’ve looked was when Braden nearly ran over Evan and Kane to get out of there. “Damn you, Kane! This isn’t going to help things.”
Evan narrowed his gaze on her mound, licked his lower lip and watched his brother take away just a small measure of pain. “But it is, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes…” she placed her palms behind her and rode Kane’s fingers up and down.
“Braden? Please! You don’t understand! I’m like a well done toasted pastry. I’m scorched from the inside out!”
Kane shot her a knowing wicked smile. “You got that right honey. You’re sugary slick from the inside out and just so creamy and warm in the middle.”
Braden immediately poked his head back in the bathroom. “Unfortunately Peyton, these two are using it to their benefit.”
Kane started to move his hand, and she pressed down on the fingers latched tightly inside of her. “Move and I may kill you now.”
A wanton expression crossed his face. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. It’s kind of nice you want me around.”
“I’m not kidding here. This is not a laughing matter.” She tossed her head forward and began riding into his palm. Her hands on both sides of the sink, the water moved with her and a few waves splashed across the
