Natalie Acres - Sex party

He heard her car and immediately dialed Braden. “She’s here, just pulled in.”

Braden told him he sent Neely home without any issues but she tore out of the driveway right behind him. Evan tried to follow her and thought she might go to Neely’s place so he’d parked nearby to see if she showed up at his apartment. She didn’t, of course.

“Call Evan and let him know she’s out here safe and sound. Then, tell him to leave the man alone. Just because he knows what the guy does in his bed doesn’t mean Peyton is interested in fucking him.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll make sure to pass your thoughts along, Kane. I think it will go over well.”

Kane laughed. “Yeah, kind of ruins his macho image when you put it to him like that, huh?”

Braden’s chuckling stopped abruptly. “Kane, don’t do anything to hurt her, okay?”

His warning came just like Kane suspected. It pissed him off to hear it one more time. He wondered if Braden ever got tired of telling them to stay away from her.

“Look, if you want to come out here and stay with her, you’re welcome to come right on. Otherwise, I’m going to tuck her in bed, turn on a ballgame if I find one worth watching, and get some shuteye myself. I’m not driving. I’ve had too much to drink.”

Her key jiggled against the lock, and she walked right on in with too many mixed emotions for a cowboy to decipher.

“I gotta go.” He snapped the phone shut and tossed it to the couch.

“Great. Where’s your truck?”

“Outside. You must’ve missed it.” Maybe because he parked it half-a-mile down the road.

She slammed her keys on the counter and then tossed her duffel bag in the bunk area. Tears streamed down her face and from the looks of the black mascara under her eyes, she’d cried plenty.

“Shit.” He held out his arms, and she flew right into them, bawling as she sniffed and cried into his shirt.

He held her to his chest and stroked her head as she sobbed. He wanted her to let it all out. All of it. The tears they said she never cried when her mother died. The tears she cried because of uncertainty. The ones she cried because of fear, loneliness, and maybe even a little heartache. The latter he knew something about. He understood it because he believed he might be reason for it, or at least one-third of the problem.

He backed up against the recliner and held her closer as he rocked her back and forth. She shook and sniffed as she clung to him like a last hope. He had a world of trouble curled up in his lap.

If he didn’t do something to stop where they headed before they started there, they’d both end up sorry in the morning or maybe one of them would. He felt pretty certain he’d feel a lot of things, guilt refusing to weigh in as one of them.

About ten minutes later, she stopped crying, and he held her there until she quit trembling too. “How about I fix us something to eat?” he offered.

She somehow managed to choke out two words. “Not hungry.”

“You probably haven’t had anything to eat,” he said.

She wiped her face with the palms of her hands and stood up. She walked into the bathroom and turned the faucet on, leaving the door wide open while she dabbed at her face.

Standing in the doorway, she made a statement. “I’m not going home. Not tonight.”

“Suits me.” He turned up his beer, hit the button on the side of the recliner and leaned back to relax.

She shut the bathroom door, and his body damn near bolted from the chair. He immediately pecked on the door when he heard the creaking sound of the door underneath the sink.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Uh, Peyton? Can you open up for a second?”

“No, I… can’t.” Impishness now replaced the sobs he heard earlier.

Damn it! He mouthed the words and threw a punch at thin air while gritting his teeth. He heard the zipper. The damned-ass zipper hung in the middle so there was little doubt of what she’d found again with ease.

He grabbed the doorframe with both hands and leaned his forehead on the panels. “Peyton, let me in, hon so I can check on you for a second. I’m uh…worried about you.”

Worried about what I’ll do to you when I see you with my toys. He almost told her so too.

He heard her giggle right before she opened the door. Her face washed clean of tears and make-up, once she looked at him, she laughed hysterically and ducked under his arm.

“You just had to prowl.”

“You forgot to hide it,” she reminded him.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to hide it?” What the hell was he thinking!

He knew better than to say something to invite her pursuits. He should’ve known better anyway. “You had little business putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“You shouldn’t have left it here if you didn’t want me to find it again. I gave you fair enough warning. Since Braden gave me a key, sooner or later, I planned to find out what you kept in your bag.”

His jaw and his dick twitched. She looked at his face and then at his cock. She saw movement, no doubt. Hell, as hard as he was, she’d feel it too if she didn’t quit staring at it.

After a long silence, he responded. “Peyton, you’re right. It shouldn’t be here. I’ll go put the junk in the truck.” He stepped inside the bathroom and thanked God for locks. He leaned up against the wall and stared at the array of sexual accessories. Sweet and precious Peyton laid them all out on the vanity.

He really wanted to spank her ass for it. He studied the round beads, the vibrator, and the butt plug. Oh God, how his fingers tingled, his dick throbbed, desperately ached for him to give into temptation, grab a toy and open the door.

A light knock broke off the sudden need and the fantasy.

“Kane?”

“What now?” he groaned but he didn’t move. Instead, he looked at his love kit spread out in front of him. Damn it. Why him? Why her? Why now and why in the hell, here?

“I have to ask you something.”

“What?” he snapped.

“Why don’t you want me?”

Oh God, what a question. Lie! Lie! Lie! He wanted to avoid the truth now more than ever before. All he had to do was say something like a man would say anyway. Tell her that her age prohibited her from sexual play in his bed. Maybe tell her there was someone else. Something, anything, speak firmly and take control of the situation.

“I mean, I know Evan wants me. He’s just afraid of Braden and if I was a little bit older, I think Braden would’ve already pounded my ass and my pussy a few times, if you want to know the truth. Even when I drank too much, I saw it. You know when he had to help me shower? He looked at me like he wanted me, and he touched me like all he needed in the world was to wrap his arms around me and fuck me all night long.”

He yanked the door open and grabbed her around the waist. “Watch your mouth.”

“Why? I’m assuming you know what to do with a woman’s pussy since you own plenty of toys for one.”

“Damn it, Peyton!” He lowered his head and tugged her closer.

“Well, do you or don’t you? Maybe you’re waiting for someone to teach you how to use them?” she teased. “I can be your teacher, if you don’t know.”

“You better believe I know,” he said as he nipped on her lower lip. “And you sound like a jealous woman.” He kissed her harder then, and she kissed back with enough passion to knock him over. On second thought, she didn’t sound envious, she sounded hungry, and she kissed him like she was starved too death.

“I’ve gotta ask you something, Peyton, and I can’t wait to see your little cheeks blush when I do.” He broke their kiss but his lips never left hers. He sipped and licked them, lavished her with far too much attention.