Natalie Acres - Sex party

Kane shot up off the bed and tossed a blanket over her in the process. Peyton’s mouth dropped in shock as Evan and Braden rushed across the room.

Evan stood over them. “Damn, I missed one hell of a party.”

Braden glared, huffed and puffed. Steam came out of his ears. She swore she saw it and blinked to try and envision it again.

Kane slid the candy lube he wouldn’t put to use anytime soon underneath the blanket and placed it in her palm. He closed her fist around it. Out of their sight and his mind, he thought. He stroked her hand underneath the blanket before he reluctantly moved.

Evan didn’t act as furious as Braden but they were not happy, and they both planned on getting a few answers. They’d want them any second now.

Braden glared at the display of an intimate party. “I’m waiting for someone to tell me what’s going on here.”

“It’s my fault,” Peyton said, pointing at the beer cans. “I got him drunk and tried to take advantage of him.”

“The hell you did. He’s been out here for several hours drinking. I talked to him earlier, and he slurred all over the place.”

Peyton held the thin blanket to her chest. “I know but I…I came in here and found him like this and I…I just…stripped.”

“I’m far from drunk, Peyton.” Kane stood up and buckled his pants, his erection still obvious even though, thank God, it never left his pants. He snatched his shirt from the floor. “Come on, give her time to get dressed.”

Braden and Evan followed him outside and Peyton scurried around to get the place back in order. First she put her clothes on, then she slipped into the bathroom and returned the cotton candy lube to the toy bag. Finally, she put all the contents from the bag back where they belonged and returned the kit where she found it.

“I am so dead,” she spoke to her reflection. “D-E-A-D.”

She walked back out, and all three men gawked at her. Braden and Evan waited for her version of an explanation, no doubt. She thought about suggesting something logical like, “We can all go home and forget this ever happened.” She verbalized it as soon as she thought about it. What a mistake.

For starters, Kane’s determined stance proved otherwise. “You think what happened here is forgettable?”

Evan stared at her, and no one in the room would miss the lust settling behind his seductive gaze. Kane studied his brother. Apparently Evan saw everything. Both brothers had a pretty good idea of where Kane and Peyton were headed even if bare skin never showed.

Peyton grabbed her duffel bag from the other room, snatched her keys from the kitchen counter and started for the door. “I’m not going to apologize.”

“You’re not leaving in that car right now either. It’s foggy and you can’t drive to save your life, so you’re not going to risk it tonight when you’re pissed at us.” Braden pointed at Evan. “You drive her home. Straight home. She has school tomorrow, and this shit between her and Kane is going to stop right now. I’ll be there in a minute. Make sure you don’t stop anywhere.”

Peyton rolled her eyes.

“Peyton, right now, I don’t want to see those eyes move up or down. Your sarcastic little ass is about to get a smart spanking.”

“A smart one, huh?” She rolled them again.

“I mean it!” Braden shouted.

Evan motioned for her. “Let’s go, sex kitten.”

“Peyton, this is unacceptable,” Braden snarled.

Before she walked away, she left behind a few choice words just for Braden. “You’re wrong. This…” She grinned at Kane, and his lips curved in a knowing smile, “was very acceptable.”

“He’ll ground you,” Evan reported with far too much enthusiasm.

He followed her into the house. She slammed the door.

“Don’t talk to me. I’m still not over your earlier stunt.”

“Fine.” He crossed his arms and blocked the steps. His eyes sparkled with soft seafoam blue, and finality lingered there with a twinge of misty defiance. “Don’t say a word but you might want to take a warning. Braden isn’t going to put up with your sneaking around. He wants you to finish out this school year. Then, you can go off to college, and make a good life for yourself.”

“Move,” she said, and she tried to scoot by him.

He stopped her by placing his hand on her forearm. “Peyton, before you go messing around with Kane, you need to think about the consequences. He doesn’t fall for little girls. He doesn’t play the kinds of games you like to play.”

“Move, and I’m not telling you again.”

“Go upstairs. Pout and cry, but while you’re there, ask yourself how often you’re going to enjoy Kane’s bed. How much do you think you’ll like having him season you with the sex shop’s flavor of the week, screwing you hard, and sending you right back to your own damn bed? How long will his way of life entertain you, huh?”

She stopped and turned around. “Jealous? Yeah, I think so.” She took one step and then two, before taking three more. She towered over him at a distance, two steps beyond an easy stretch, but if he wanted to grab her, he could. She watched the bubbles at his brow, those tiny little beads of sweat scattered as his breathing picked up.

“You wanted me in high school. You missed your chance because like an idiot, you refused to jump at it. Now, because your brother did, it’s killing you. It’s driving you stir crazy, and that’s why you acted like a jealous boyfriend when Jason Neely showed up here today.”

“You wish, sweetheart.”

“Wish nothing.” She popped her hip and held onto the banister. “Jason told me you’d act exactly like you did. Seems he knows a little more about you than I do, and I live under the same roof with you.” She started to turn but he pulled her back.

“What did he tell you exactly?”

She’d bet on a lump in his throat. Good, let him choke on it, she thought.

“He told me enough.” She pulled her arm free. “Enough for me to know which Cartwell to avoid in matters of the heart. For the record, it’s not Kane.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re such a smart boy, figure it out.” She trotted up the steps and left him to wonder.

He drew quick conclusions.

She’d already stripped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the bed. She was so mad she was going to take a cold shower, find a friggin cucumber in the refrigerator and fuck herself. Too naughty, she thought, but she really wanted to do something drastic. Vegetables were gross and bordered along the lines of far too desperate. Too bad she failed to plan ahead. A toy from Kane’s small stash would have come in handy about right now.

She kicked off her shoes, stepped out of her pants and started digging through her drawers when she looked up and caught him staring at her ass. She wheeled around, slapped her hand on the dresser and prepared to make demands, until she saw the bulge, and plenty of it, stretching Evan’s pants.

She stared at his cock. “Get out of my room.”

“Sorry darlin’, I can’t do it.”

His thumb hooked through one of the belt loops, and he looked like a man ready to do something more than just gape at a woman’s ass. He maintained a certain stance, one guaranteeing her that he wanted to fuck an ass, particularly hers.

His gait remained slow and steady as he approached her. His eyes on her body, heated her in the same places Kane kissed only hours before.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Won’t,” he growled as he pulled her in his arms. “It’s not even an option.”

She gasped as she fought to get away from him but he held fast and tight, determination spiraling through his grip. His cock pressed into her as a warning, her only cue before his mouth crashed against hers.