Natalie Acres - Sex party

His lips and her lips melded together as perfectly as Kane’s mouth kissed her earlier.

“That’s good. Let me kiss you, sugar.” He didn’t kiss her greedily, though the hunger existed there. Instead, his tongue moved into her mouth nice and slow, with gentle attentiveness as he deliberately kept his cock out of the equation. He left space between their bodies like a skilled lover anticipating, thinking ahead, fearing she’d bolt if he made the wrong move.

Her heart raced, her pulse increased, and she felt dizzy, drunk now with possibilities as the harrowing realization hit her square in the face. Her hands flew to his chest, and before she pushed him away, he pulled her back and pinned her against him.

“Don’t do this,” she whispered as his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Why not? You don’t want me?” His eyes searched hers for answers she didn’t have. Wouldn’t have, couldn’t give if she found them.

She wanted him. Oh God, she wanted him. And what did her lust for him make her when she also desired another? Her breasts rose and fell, and her nipples ached for his touch, a tender caress or a tight suckling kiss.

“I’m only asking for whatever it is you want me to have, whatever you gave Kane, or more if you’ve got more held in reserve for me. But understand, I’m not asking you to choose. I won’t. Not today or tomorrow or the day after. He cares about you, and knowing Kane, his feelings won’t change.”

Oh now she wanted to die. Kane cared about her and the other two realized it.

He bent his knees and gripped her hips as he brought her legs around his waist and carried her over to the bed. Locking her ankles behind him then, she tore at him like a wildcat. She covered his face with kisses before she slipped her arm around his neck and drew him closer, refusing to let him leave her now.

“Kiss me, Evan. Oh God yes, please kiss me.”

Desperation filled his eyes as he gave her what she wanted. He kissed her lips until her mind blanked out the images of another. Framing her face, Evan made passionate love to her mouth and so help her, she felt his kiss in every last one of her nerve endings. Her body craved more. This was good-too good and way too hot. Slowly, in the middle of their satisfying kiss, he reached around his waist and pulled her legs away from him.

“I want you spread out on my bed, just like this, Peyton. So pretty and sexy, just like you are right here.” He nibbled her earlobe, sucked it, tapped it with his tongue and then kissed her neck. “I’m going to mark your pretty little neck, not today, but soon. I’ll put a love mark there so everyone will know. I’ll make sure you’re marked as somebody’s woman.”

Somebody’s woman? Anybody’s woman or his woman? Would they all mark her as Cartwell property, the way she’d felt since she’d moved there? Did she choose to belong to them the day she signed the paperwork at the lawyer’s office? Maybe this act took too long but even if it was long overdue, did they expect it? She couldn’t think about it. She only wanted to enjoy this. Evan was going to mark her, brand her as his, with a hickey!

She closed her eyes as his hot lips continued to drive her to the brink of craziness. Oh yeah, this kind of attention defined maddening, crazy beyond anything she’d ever understand.

“I see it in your eyes, Peyton. You like the idea.” He grabbed the headboard and looked down at her. “Then you’ll love this.” He continued to grind out his lust, pressing against her pussy. “I’m going to tell everyone. I’ll claim that little love bite as my own,” he growled as he yanked his shirt over his head and then crashed against her mouth again while pressing his cock harder against her center.

“Lose the panties and bra. Now.” A shudder of raw desire lingered in the air as he reared back on the balls of his feet.

“Do it and I’ll spank your ass from one end of this property to the next.” Kane stood in the doorway with his thick arms folded across his chest and a wide smile curving his lips. “It’s hell getting interrupted, huh, Evan?”

Oh Lord, she preferred death to this kind of embarrassment. The one person she didn’t want to walk in and catch them. The one man she didn’t want to see her in the throes of true uncontrollable lust, and he stood there looking like he wanted to join them.

Evan’s tongue curled over his upper lip, and he punched the pillow beside her head. “Damn it to hell.”

“Yeah, now you know the feeling. Braden’s behind me. You two get straight. Peyton, get in bed. Well, scratch that. You’re already there. Evan, get away from her. She has school in the morning and a volleyball game tomorrow night.” He grabbed Evan by the arm as he started through the door and swatted him on the back. “Those blue balls should pinch the hell out of you in about another hour or so.”

“Fuck you, Kane.”

“Yeah, man. I feel the pain. Believe me, I feel it.” He stared at her with those knowing dark, brooding eyes. He took his time looking her over. Her mother used to say men who looked at women a certain way enjoyed a simple man’s pleasure. Right now, she missed her mother. Her mother would know what to say, and how to advise her. She needed some advice, and she could use it from someone without the surname Cartwell.

She nervously headed for her dresser, snatched her clothing from the floor and tossed it in the nearby rocking chair. Kane picked up the items and then sat down.

“Out.”

“Nope, not until I have a few words with you.”

“You’re pissed, and I’m not going to explain myself just because the great Kane Cartwell’s ego is bruised.”

“My ego is fine. It’s yours I’m worried about.” He stared at her ass as she pulled her flannel pajamas from her top drawer. Her little round globes were just the right handful for a man who understood what to do with an ass like hers.

He tore his gaze away from her butt, and his voice changed to a soothing tone she’d never heard from him. “My mom used to rock me in this rocking chair. I don’t remember it of course, but I do remember how she rocked Evan.”

He rocked back and forth and back and forth. “Before you moved in, I used to avoid coming in here because at times, when the loneliness set in, I used to hear her…in this room.”

Her chin quivered as he talked about his mother right when she’d been thinking so much about her own. He offered her a weak smile and then continued, “Did Braden ever tell you about her? Our mother, I mean.”

She shook her head. “I’ve looked at her pictures. She was beautiful. I know you must’ve been very proud of her.”

“Yeah well she was too beautiful for her own good. Everyone always thought so.”

“How old was she when she died?”

“Twenty-nine.”

“Too young to-”

“She was too young,” Braden’s voice echoed from the hallway and his gaze immediately fell to her ass. “Nice thong.”

She wanted to die right there. Now, they could plan her funeral and bury her. Braden Cartwell told her she had a nice thong. Braden. Not Evan and not Kane. Braden. Sweet fire and ice, this was a very good day, a defining moment.

“Thanks,” she said. She then studied one very amused Kane. His lips formed a tight restraining line before he finally released an outright chuckle.

“I’ll tell you about her some other time.” He started to get up from the rocking chair. Braden walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“Mom started having babies at sixteen. Did he tell you?”

“No.”

Kane decided to stay then and sat back down. It was as if he understood what Braden planned to tell her, as if he needed to hear his brother tell a story about their mother and maybe even those she left behind.