I want to kick him and say, If I’m yours, then why are you sharing me? but everything feels too good. Like I’m floating on a cloud of ecstasy.
I feel no shame.
Then Bishop draws his tongue out and runs it over my panty line, a devilish smirk coming to his mouth as his eyes light up like fire. Then he hooks my G-string over his neck and wears it like a damn necklace.
Jesus Christ, is he kidding?
Brantley’s hand comes up to my bra and cups my boob, squeezing roughly just as the cool air that was whisking past my clit is replaced with Bishop’s warm mouth. “Oh my God!” I groan, my head tilting back and hitting Brantley’s chest. Brantley tears off my bra and pinches my nipples as Bishop’s tongue circles my clit, switching between rough and gentle.
“Lay down,” Brantley murmurs into my ear.
“What?” I’m still coming out of my daze when he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks me down to the sand. “Lay the fuck down.” I fall onto my ass, and both him and Bishop look down at me sprawled out on the ground.
“Well, damn,” a third voice says, coming into view.
Saint. Cash’s older brother.
He unbuttons his jeans and I gulp. Holy shit. He has six years on all of us.
“Scared?” he asks, rubbing his hand over his dick. I watch as the muscles in his chest flex. His angular jaw tenses and I look at him with fresh eyes. Or horny eyes—either one. He has a sprinkling of hair over his jaw, groomed perfectly. His nose is a little wider, but his skin is golden and his hair blond. He sort of looks like that actor Cam Gigandet, I’ve decided. He nudges his head. “You good with this?”
I want to say no. I should say no. Shit. I don’t want to say no. Nodding, I slowly pull my bottom lip into my mouth. What a fucking whore. He gets down to his knees and Bishop and Brantley both step aside, parting like the Red Sea to let him in.
“You gon’ purr tonight.”
He pushes his jeans down, tugging on his cock a few times, and then lays over me. I drop to my back, my arms going out, giving him access. His bulky body weighs on me as the tip of his thick cock presses at my entrance before slipping in, thanks to Bishop’s foreplay. My eyes pop open and I arch my back, letting out a moan loud enough to shake the trees.
He grins against my cheek. “That’s not even half, baby. I’m going to break you.” Then he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, grabbing one leg and hitching it onto his hip as he dives inside me again. The way the tip of his cock collides with my cervix says I’m taking it all. Hands wrap around my hair and I look up the best I can to see Bishop. He unzips his jeans, pulling them down enough until his cock springs free, and then he lies back on the sand, leaning back on his elbows. Biting down on his bottom lip, his hair slightly ruffled and his eyes weak with lust, he nods down at his cock. “You know what to do, baby.” Putting my weight on one hand, I grip his dick with my other hand, sliding my lips over his head, and swallow him deeply. Bobbing up and down, I swirl my tongue around him and take him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my tonsils. He looks directly at me as Saint dives into me over and over again, hitting some sweet spot hidden deep inside me. I pause my sucking, swinging my hair over one shoulder, and look up to Bishop. He moves some of my hair out of my face sweetly, smirks, and then wraps it around his fist, tugging my face up to look at him more.
“Nate!” he calls out, his eyes not moving from me. Saint withdrawals from me, taking all my pleasure and buildup with him.
“Yo!” Nate answers. I can’t see where he is, but I’m guessing he’s right behind me—with a great view.
“Tell me how good she tastes.”
I narrow my eyes at Bishop and open my mouth to protest, but his grip tightens and I flinch, my eyes slamming closed. “Who owns you?” he growls.
“But—”
“Shut the fuck up. Who owns you?” I open my eyes, tears creeping out of the corners. Tears from my hair almost getting ripped out, or tears from the feelings of abandonment I’ve started to sense deep in my chest. He doesn’t care. I really am just a trick to him. A game. If he cared, I wouldn’t be getting tossed around like public property. Before I can blink, I’m angry. Angry at him, but turned on by that anger.
“You own me, Bishop.” I give him what he wants while ignoring the stabbing feeling I feel in my throat.
“Now, spread them open and let him in.”
I look up at Nate and he smirks at me. “Promise to be gentle.”
I roll my eyes, because as far as I know, Nate isn’t nearly as ruthless as Brantley and Bishop, so that’s the least of my issues. Nate leans down, placing a kiss on my lips. I lean into him, his mouth meshing with mine.
“Kitty,” he whispers against my lips.
Something pokes into my chest, and I turn from left to right, not wanting this kiss to stop. Nate does kissing well.
“Kitty….”
There’s that prodding again. What the fuck? In an instant, the front of my belly has been doused in water and ice prickles over my nipples.
I shoot off the bed, reality slowly seeping its ugly fucking claws deep inside of me. “Fuck!” Rubbing my eyes, I look down at the front of my shirt, seeing my pajama top is soaked through. “Double fuck!” Then I look up, seeing Nate standing next to my bed with a
