move in and out of you.”
Her gaze drifted to his cock as he withdrew and buried himself inside of her again and again. “Kane…I’m coming… It’s too good, so hot and…ah, Kane.” She dropped her hands to the dresser and with her palms as her anchor she pushed up and captured every stroke he gave her as he pounded into her pussy. He divided her slick folds over and over again as he tried to take the kind of pleasure he quickly delivered.
“That’s it. Milk my cock, baby. Oh Peyton, you’re so good, baby, so good and tight. Ah yes. Let me come now for you. Ah…Um…yeah. That’s it, right there. Hold still and let me have you. All of you. Give me all of you. Peyton!”
He collapsed against her and drew her close as his cock pulsed inside of her walls. When he was completely satisfied, he moved away from her and headed for the shower. He didn’t look back, and he left her where he’d placed her, on her dresser.
After she cleaned up for the second time since graduating, Peyton headed outside. Kane didn’t say anything to her at all. He just fucked her hard and fast, then showered, wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his room.
Vicky met him in the hallway.
“Don’t ask,” Peyton said.
“Don’t ask? Are you kidding me? I heard you two coming up the stairs.”
“You did not.” She grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a plain baby-blue shirt.
“Yeah, I did. How’s this for a refresher. Does ‘milk my cock’ ring a bell?”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, I tried to push everyone back down the stairs but, hon, I hate to tell you, most of the guys heard all of your pillow talk.”
“If I’d been on the bed, then the pillow might have muffled the sound.”
Look at it this way. The guys now think you’re a sex kitten, and the girls aren’t going to go anywhere near Kane. He sounded almost tortured. Damn, does he always fuck you like that?”
“Vicky!” Peyton grabbed her flip-flops and started for the door.
They walked down the steps arm and arm. “Just think of it this way. There aren’t too many people getting it that hard at eighteen. By the time you’re twenty-eight, you’ll know the ins and outs of sex. You may burn out on it too, but hey, if you gotta lose your thing for it, might as well do it with him. Jeez, he looked hot enough to toast when he came out of your room. Shew. Tell me he’s a good fuck.”
“He’s a good fuck,” Peyton said as she looked around the pool. “And I’m a horrible hostess.”
Vicky gave her a squeeze. “Oh, you mean the party guests? Yeah, well Braden said anyone under eighteen had to leave before midnight and everyone else has to leave by three. Evan counted heads a bit ago to see how many people are still here. Something like a hundred-fifty are still here.”
“Most of them must be in the pool,” Peyton said with a laugh as she made her way to the podium where the band was playing. She tapped the microphone and mouthed a few words to the band leader in an attempt to ask for permission to use it.
He nodded and motioned for the others to cut the music or at least find a light tempo to hang in the balance, which is what they did. They allowed the music to rumble low in the distance as she stepped center stage.
Peyton seldom experienced stage fright but right now, she had some. She looked at Braden, and as always, he looked as proud as ever. Evan winked. It was safe to assume he was still extremely horny. If he realized Kane romped her twice since she’d turned him down, he wouldn’t look all smiles and puckers right now.
Kane tried to focus on anything but her. She knew why. She’d felt it in him for days now. Kane loved her, and he feared he was going to lose her. She loved him, she loved all of them, and she wasn’t going to leave them. What would they do without her? She couldn’t imagine her life without them and worse still, she couldn’t stand to think of them without her.
She stepped up to the microphone and took a deep breath. She knew in many ways Kane would be relieved but she wasn’t sure about Braden or Evan. They both enjoyed seeing her play ball, and Braden had high hopes. He wanted her to attend a major university somewhere in the south, but that was in the beginning. Maybe now, he’d see things differently.
She wasn’t the same girl who moved into their home nearly a year ago. They’d finished raising her where her mother left off and thanks to Braden, Evan, and Kane Cartwell, she was now a woman. Strong and independent, she was a woman in love, and she planned to stay that way for many years to come.
“Should we hold our breath?” Kane asked as Braden and Evan joined him.
“Don’t think so,” Braden said. “She may apologize for being so rude and disappearing on them, though I doubt it. By the look on both your faces, you’re pretty pleased with whatever kept you busy for nearly a half hour.”
Kane folded his arms over his chest and resisted the urge to smile when he felt the tug at the corners of his mouth. Oh yeah, it was some of pleasure’s best and more hell than he’d ever known. Ever since those damn letters started pouring in from all those schools, he’d felt the same way every time he looked at her, touched her, or heaven help him-screwed her. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted more.
Peyton’s eyes danced with mischief. She grinned big and waved at them.
“Oh shit, we’re in trouble,” Evan said recognizing the one and only Peyton Storm-signature smile.
“Great. We give her the world and what does she do?”
“Hi boys,” she said while she curled her hair around her forefinger.
Kane grumbled. “Oh yeah, we’re history. She’s up to something.”
“Kane, honey, would you come on up here and join me?”
He stared back at the buxom beauty seducing him to get his ass up there on the stage. Like the man-magnet she was, he didn’t deny her. When it came to Peyton, all she had to do was tug at his heart strings or pull at his cock, and all he wanted to do was plan out a thousand tomorrows.
He worked his way through the crowd while Peyton called for her next victim. Braden was such an easy target, she saved him for last.
“Evan. Honey, be a dear and come on up here too.”
Kane looked around and saw his brother obediently following the sound of his angel’s voice. Wherever she wanted to lead them now, they were ready to go. He pointed at his brother and laughed.
“Braden, sweetheart would you come over here as well?”
By the time they were standing next to Peyton, she was rambling on about something that happened to her on the last day of school. She told a few stories about Coach Pratchert and why she’d loved playing volleyball for her, and finally, the moment arrived.
Kane realized what all this was about. She wanted to tell them all where she planned to go to college. She’d made her decision.
“I’ve known for some time now where I was going to school. I haven’t said anything to anyone other than Vicky.” She smiled at her BFF-the one she must’ve shared everything with and that fact left Kane feeling a little jealous.
“Coach Pratchert, as many of you know, challenged her girls. She taught us to strive in the face of adversity, she taught us how to play as a team and how to stand alone when necessary. As some of you know, I lost my mother…”She grabbed Braden’s hand and squeezed it before she finished “It was a year ago today. If losing my mother taught me anything at all, it’s that I do not want to stand alone.”
Before too much pity or uncomfortable silence rippled through the air, she continued.
“Coach Pratchert and Mom taught me to seize the opportunities given. To take the chances you want to take and to let go of the dreams others instill in you when you’re not as sold on those ideas as they are.
“Coach Pratchert wanted me to go to a larger university. I think Braden Cartwell did too.” She touched his cheek with her free hand and then let go of the one she clutched to her side.
