Natalie Acres - Sex party

Kane didn’t want him pumping her with a bunch of personal questions. “Forget it. I’m up now anyway.” Straight up. He ran his hand across the front of his pants and thought twice about both of them staying, for her protection if nothing else.

Hours later, Kane wondered what the hell he’d been thinking. He watched her sleep as the morning sun danced across her comforter. He’d pulled back her drapes at sunrise for pure devilment. She never moved.

He owed her big time for this one. He only stayed with her because Evan promised to ask plenty of personal questions while she stayed delusional enough to think she should answer them. Kane loved a good night sleep but he liked his hide better. Braden and Evan would take a chunk out of it if they even suspected he’d laid a hand on her.

She curled up against him, and her arm draped over his thighs. He tried to move her, and she propped her head against his knee. Moaning into his jeans, she said something about their kiss again. Damn it. That kiss led to this, and this might lead to another kiss if he didn’t stop staring at her.

“Ah hell,” he groaned, moved away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed with his head between his hands. She was out of danger and the sun was up.

He needed to work off his anxiety. He had plenty of it to expend and lots of work waited in the barn, far away from the sleeping beauty sprawled across the queen-size bed.

Grabbing his boots from the corner, he stuck one foot in and fiddled with his pant leg before sticking his foot in the other. He felt her behind him as she stirred. Her breathing sounded different.

“The dead rises,” he commented before he looked over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I ruined last night.”

“Hello, sunshine.” He ignored her apology. “How’s your head this morning? Thick as ever I hope.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t hurt.”

“Maybe it won’t. I gave you two aspirins last night. Some folks believe it cures the potential for a hangover.”

“I remember.”

“Good, then I imagine you’ll remember a lot of things.” He stood up and peered down on the most beautiful woman in the world, the legal kind of woman, the off-limits kind of woman but the of-age woman all the same.

“Kane… I’m sorry I…”

“Forget about it. Peyton, it’s not going to happen again. That kiss didn’t mean anything, and you know it. I made a mistake and I-”

“You are a walking boner whenever I’m in a room. Don’t tell me my kiss didn’t mean anything.” She groaned and rolled over to face the window. “Now, I want to sleep.”

He walked over to the side of the bed and knelt down in front of her. He stroked her hair away from her face and held his palm against her cheek. “Peyton, we want you to have a good life, a real chance to do what you want after you graduate. We didn’t get the kind of chances we’re giving you. We had everything handed to us but we received it as a gift with a lot of conditions and a lot of dreams shattered along the way.”

Peyton’s eyes flickered with a little acceptance until she quickly changed directions. “You still want me, and Kane Cartwell, one day soon, you’ll get me.”

“I’m going to fuck her silly if I don’t get away from her.” He confessed. Damn it all, he just laid it all out on the table for them.

From the first day they’d brought her there, they all knew he was their weakest link. For the first couple of weeks, Evan and Braden watched every move he made when he went around her, and they should have. On day one, he wanted to bend her over and spank her little butt just for being so darn cute.

Eventually, the age thing sunk in. It took a few days though. She had the body of a sexy woman but the mind of a kid, the temperament of a teenager and she was in fact, a minor when she moved in with them. Today, things were different.

Braden tossed his napkin on the table. “Evan said you kissed her.”

“Yep, I did.”

“Thought it might have been the booze talkin’ when he first told me what Peyton said.”

“Wishful thinking, Braden. Guess you prayed a little too, huh?” Kane walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Yep, I kissed her, and wanted to fuck her.”

“You know we’ve got to get her raised before we can go sniffing around her like men in heat.”

Evan chuckled. “Well, I hate to break it to you, boys, but if he had his kiss, and I ever get my chance, I’m takin’ it.”

Braden’s wary expression didn’t go unnoticed. “What if I feel the same way? Once she’s living away from here, and her life is started in the direction she wants it to go, I don’t have a problem with it. Right now, I do. I’m not going to tell you this again. She’s our responsibility, and we’re going to do right by her. Putting her in between us and telling her to choose isn’t good for her. Besides, let her enjoy some fun. Think about what all we missed because we couldn’t act like kids ourselves. Let’s give her the chances we never had. Let her run around like a teenager for awhile.”

“She is a teenager,” Evan pointed out, “or did you forget the fact she puked up your hundred year old vintage last night.”

Kane started out the back door and slapped Braden on the back. “Forget, hell. The money he spent on that wine was the best cash he’s ever pulled out of his wallet. I’d bet on it. He’s the one who got to bathe her, remember?”

Peyton walked in the house all smiles and tits. The boobs looked too good to ignore since she had on a sports bra. The skintight running shorts made a grown man itch to take what didn’t belong to him.

Kane passed her with a shit-eating grin on his face. He’d kept his hands to himself for two weeks but now two seconds after seeing her like this and he might take her upstairs and make up for wasted time.

“He’s in a mood, and he’s gonna beat your ass for this one.”

Kane shook hands with the tall guy standing behind her but refused to make eye contact with him when Peyton introduced them. He didn’t have time to make small talk when other things, like those hard little nipples pressing through Peyton’s bra, held his attention.

Peyton bit her lower lip. “Well, I don’t know why. We’re only going to study.”

Evan walked toward them and stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Holy hell.” He almost swallowed his tongue. The comment, no doubt, an accident.

“Come on, little brother, pick your chin up off the floor and let Braden deal with her.”

Kane pushed the front door back and stepped out on the covered porch. Through the open screen, he heard Evan close in the space behind him.

“Jason, how ya doing?” Heavy footsteps headed closer. Condemnation, no doubt, in every step.

Kane didn’t move. He heard the dislike, the contempt laced in his brother’s voice. He turned around and sure enough, Evan’s scowl proved easily interpreted. His eyes burned a hole through the tall fellow standing next to Peyton.

“Not too bad, Evan. Not too bad.” He extended his hand to shake another Cartwell hand but Evan only inspected it.

Kane watched from the doorway and it was easy to sense the looming trouble. “Ready, Evan?”

“Hell no.” He looked at Peyton. “Can I talk to you for a second before we leave?”

“We’re headed to the kitchen and-”

“Now, Peyton. It wasn’t a yes or no question. I tried polite pleasantries but I really need to talk to you before we leave.”

He didn’t look at Kane or the Jason-dude. His gaze burned straight through Peyton.

She placed her fingertips on Jason’s shoulders and directed him to the kitchen. “Go on in there and make yourself at home.”