“Damn, if I’d known what I missed out on then…” Braden leaned his head back against the wall and didn’t bother finishing what he wanted to say.
Peyton sucked on his stalk, kneaded the skin with a slight tug and pull, before she blew him all to hell and back. She worked over him so fast, Kane realized it wouldn’t take long for Braden to come straight down her sexy little throat.
“Now take him slower, Peyton. Work after it, baby. Let Braden guide your head over his cock. Let him set the pace. He’s in control. You aren’t.” Kane ran his hand over his dick, Damn if he wasn’t going to come watching her bare ass move while she sucked Braden’s dick.
“Peyton! Peyton! Where are you?” Vicky’s voice rang throughout the halls. She was getting closer and closer. “Peyton? Are you around here?”
“Fuck!” Kane shouted.
Braden leaned back in the chair and looked down the hallway. Peyton released his cock and quickly stood up. “I’ll uh…be right there!” She reached over Braden’s back, and slammed the bedroom door, locking it as she did.
“Damn it! That girl thinks she lives here!” Kane barked as he threw his toys back in his box and glared at Peyton. “We’re not through here.”
She laughed, grabbed her T-shirt from the floor, bent down and kissed Braden’s cock and shot Evan a wink. “For today, we are. My buddy saved me from myself and we have a little hell to raise before graduation. See you guys tonight?”
“Stay away from Clink,” Braden warned.
They all grumbled and moaned but then watched as she left them standing there with their hard cocks and disappointed expressions.
“Damn it to hell.” Evan yanked his pants on. “I can’t do this with her. I’m going to explode if I even try.”
“It may be a bad idea,” Braden said as he dressed in a hurry. “I don’t know much about Sid’s club but evidently there were a lot of guys coming on to her and-”
“Who?” Kane demanded.
“Call Sid, he can tell you but he said there were a few men there who even knew her age and several folks warned them that she lived here. He called to let me know because there was a rumor going around that she belonged to you.”
“You mean some of the Doms there thought Kane gave her the collar for more than show.”
“I didn’t give her the damn collar at all.”
Evan shook his head. “I know, dumb dick. That’s the problem anyway. When you took her to your bed, you should’ve gone ahead and put one around her neck then. Hell, she’s been walking around with her heart on display for everyone to see since you did her up dirty.”
“Shut up. It wasn’t like that.”
“Then why don’t you tell us what it was like?” Braden probed.
“In a word-heaven.”
And since then? Pure hell.
Chapter 18
Kane waited until Evan and Braden got on with the day. He watched from his window as Evan grabbed the large leather binder with company checks from Braden’s extended hands. They exchanged a few words and then Evan tossed it on the dash inside the truck.
He headed into town. He’d probably stay there long enough to pay the feed bill, get the truck loaded down with salt and grain, then head on back. If Kane knew his brother and his disdain for blue balls, he’d burn rubber to get back there fast.
Braden looked frustrated as he glared at Vicky’s car. If any of them had only known how far this thing with Peyton would go, Kane dared to guess how it might have all started. Today, he knew beyond a doubt if he’d thought ahead, he would’ve locked the front gates. Vicky’s little butt wouldn’t have made it passed the lower fields.
Braden continued to pace in front of the house. One second or two more, and maybe he’d head for the corral and find his arrogant stallion. He had a better chance of controlling his horse than any of them ever stood a chance of controlling their feelings around Peyton. Braden’s appearance left little to his brother’s second guessing. He’d had Peyton between his legs and Braden probably couldn’t wait to see her there again.
He understood. A sweet little mouth like Peyton’s didn’t just vibrate around a man’s cock. She used it to worm her way right into a man’s life, his heart and soul ready to welcome her. He permanently lost himself to her when they’d fucked-made love-at the boathouse. He’d never take another woman to bed again as long as he had one hope of Peyton opening up her arms to him once again. And he did. He planned to prove it.
Right now.
He slammed his bedroom door and walked into her room. He didn’t knock, and he damn sure didn’t make excuses for it.
Vicky acted unimpressed with his dramatic entrance and never once moved from her sprawled out position. She crossed her ankles, twirled her hair, and flipped the page in a magazine.
“Hey, Vicky,” he said. “Where’s Peyton?”
“She’s getting ready to get in the shower, I think. We’re going to-”
“Go downstairs and watch television or something. If Braden comes in, stall him. I have some unfinished business with Peyton.”
“Yeah, I just bet you do.” She grabbed a stack of Peyton’s magazines and started for the door. She stopped and before she could say anything, Kane retaliated and offset it.
“She can tell you all about it. I’ll tell her to fill you in just get out of here for a few minutes.” An hour, maybe two, he growled as she slammed the door. He walked over and locked it and before he changed his mind, he stripped as he walked toward the bathroom. The evidence of a man in pursuit of a woman scattered across the floor with each step he took.
“She was over eighteen years old…” Her tender sweet voice filled the bathroom with a seducing melody. “When she saw him standing there….” A few hummed lines proved she didn’t know the words. “She wanted him to make her feel alive… alive… She was over twenty-one when he asked her for her hand… She told him she’d let him have it if he’d forever be her man….”
He felt like something jabbed at his throat as he heard her sing the soft lyrics of a popular top-forty country tune. He stopped, gripped the doorknob, thought about leaving, not just the tiny bathroom but for good. He wanted to run far enough away from her to ensure he never turned back, but damn it, he couldn’t do it. His woman stood on the other side of that curtain.
“Peyton,” he whispered as she hummed.
“Is somebody there?”
He cleared his throat, cursed his cock for thinking for him ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, and he pushed back the shower curtain. “Don’t say a word.” He pressed his fingertips to her mouth.
Her eyes glittered with acceptance, love, and heaven help him- expectant understanding. She didn’t have to say anything. He saw those truths when he looked into her eyes.
“I love you, Peyton. I loved you when I made love to you the first time. I loved you when I carried you out of the gym and tried to keep a bullet from grazing your skin and, lady, I love you enough to walk away from you if I’m hurting you by wanting to stake a claim in your life.”
She swallowed hard and watched him with those sensual blue eyes “But you love me, right?”
“More than a man should love a woman he’s supposed to help raise.”
She framed his face and kissed his lips. “Then love me, Kane. Let me feel you love me again.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her so deeply, he thought it was impossible to break the kiss. The meaning to
