Natalie Acres - Sex party

Kane chuckled, Evan snickered too and Braden sat there motionless for a few moments. After only a minute passed, she bent her elbow and hooked it around Braden’s neck. “I’ll make any deal you want me to make but on one condition.”

“What?”

“I can regard it like I do any other rule.”

Braden reached behind his neck and tried to loosen her hold. “Which means?”

Evan clarified. “What she means is rules are made to be broken. If it’s a deal she can’t live with, she won’t hold up her end of the bargain. Right, Peyton?”

Peyton moved her mouth to his ear. “And speaking of rules, Braden, I only break them when I’m feeling naughty.” She licked his earlobe, took his hand and added with a wink. “Wanna feel how naughty I am right this minute?”

He stood up and dropped her ass right on the floor. “Nope, I don’t. Did you not hear a word I just said?”

“Yes, I did, but-”

“Peyton, I want you to make deals, and keep them. Follow rules and respect them and until you graduate from high school, I want these two to keep their hands to themselves. Do you understand?”

She groaned. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Well?” He reached for her and pulled her up with one hand, the gesture seemingly close to a handshake. “So we have a deal?”

Pressing her breasts against his chest, she kissed the tip of his nose. “We do until we don’t.”

Braden growled. “Which means?”

“It means, ten seconds and counting, then all bets are off.” Kane clicked off the time holding up ten fingers while allowing them to fall one by one.

An outside hitter, Peyton’s starting position on the varsity volleyball team wasn’t easily earned but it was hers to have. If anyone doubted it, they only needed to look a little closer at what she’d achieved. On and off the court, Peyton played hard and worked for everything she accomplished.

She maintained a high grade point average, generally over a three point seven, and she’d been on the varsity volleyball and basketball teams since the first day she walked into Mountain High School. Most believed she had a full ride waiting at some of the biggest and best colleges. Those scholarships meant very little to her now. While she wanted to go to college, she realized with each passing day, a wave goodbye to the Cartwells meant leaving a piece of herself behind.

Peyton searched the crowd and didn’t see them. She assumed Braden might show up late because of an afternoon meeting but Kane and Evan rarely left the gym when she was on the floor. She couldn’t find them in the crowd.

By the time she saw Kane and Evan sneak in the side door, the girls stood ready on the court. Peyton watched them until they took a seat front and center on the second row of bleachers.

She gave them a guarded smile. This was a big game, the conference championships. Whoever won this game headed to the state championships, and she wanted to go. The team needed to go. This was their last year to prove this team had the ability. The whistle sounded out, and Peyton moved into position. She served first and within seconds, the game was well underway.

“Where’s Braden? She keeps looking up here, and I know she’s looking for him.” Evan looked around to see if he spotted his older brother.

“I have no idea but he’s here. He’s taping the game somewhere, I’ll guarantee it.”

“He acts like her father one minute and a jealous husband the next,” Evan complained.

“And we don’t?” Kane watched as Peyton’s fifth serve glided over the net. Actually, she slammed it. Pride took over and he stood up and yelled, “yeah” so loud he was heard over the rest of the crowd.

“Easy boy,” Evan whispered. “Right now you look like a proud boyfriend, if not a dog in heat.”

Kane turned around and searched the crowd. He spotted Braden right then. “No worse than he does.”

Evan stared up at the very top of the bleachers and saw Braden with his camera equipment. He proudly wore the school colors and Peyton’s number on his cap.

He waved at her a few times trying to get her attention and when she finally spotted him, she waved back. She shouldn’t have waved.

She missed the next served, and Peyton never missed a serve.

Kane shook his head. “Damn it.”

Evan slapped him on the back. “Ten points isn’t anything to snarl about. Damn good start.”

By the time they quit their chit-chat back and forth, Peyton moved all over the court, screaming for the ball, spiking it, and passing. At times they weren’t quite sure which position she played.

“Is she hogging the ball or showing off?” Kane asked.

“Both.”

She had a few good in-their-face spikes, and Kane cheered, prouder with each one.

And then everything went to hell in a volleyball net. The crowd opened up and everyone continued to cheer but danger loomed. It lurked in the shadows.

Kane had just glanced over his shoulder to observe his brother again when he turned back to the game. Everything happened in slow motion. Peyton slid across the floor, the ball high in the air, nearly hanging in the balance. She spiked it, got the point and the girls slapped hands, and patted backs.

In the corner of the gym, Kane saw a man in a long, black trench coat. His hands were in his pocket one minute, and the next minute, hell unleashed. So help him, he blinked and discovered they landed in the pits of it.

Gun. Kane thought it before he whispered it as if he didn’t believe it himself. He jumped from the stands yelling. “He’s got a gun!”

A ricochet of bullets pounded the royal blue and white mats hanging from the gym walls.

“Peyton!” He heard Braden’s scream in the distance.

“Get down, now, Peyton, now!” Evan trailed behind Kane, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Down! Hit the floor and stay there!”

Damnation the bullets were everywhere. Two shooters, there had to be two shooters.

Kane bolted across the gym floor and tackled Peyton, shielding her with his body as he pressed her against the hardwood floor. “Two shooters, there are two shooters.” He didn’t know why he kept saying it, and thinking it. Who fired into the crowd like this and why?

“I gotta get you out of here. Stay down, Peyton. Please God, stay down.”

He held her head to the cold floor as he tried to peer up from under his crossed arms. Bodies were down. He couldn’t tell who was injured, or who laid low for protection.

The shooters still rippled gunfire across the gym. Anguish surrounded them. People screamed out in pain.

He heard someone begging for their life, begging for their daughter’s life and then a click, a misfire maybe? “Now Peyton, run like hell, honey, let’s go! Move! Move! Run, baby girl, run!” He pushed her through the emergency exit, grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. The gym doors led to a long narrow hallway. If the shooter stepped inside before they made it out, they were toast.

“Book it, sweet cheeks! Run!”

Peyton ran as fast as he did and they both hit the back doors with their weight slamming against the bars across the emergency exit. They were free.

Once they made it outside, they sprinted for the parking lot about a hundred yards from the gym. “Keep her down, damn it!” He heard Braden shouting as their SUV screeched to a halt in front of them.

Once they shut the doors behind them, he noticed his brothers and Vicky looked unharmed. Thank God, one of them carried Vicky out to safety too.

“We’re going to pull you around to the back parking lot. Braden and I have to try and get those people out of there. It’s like a damn ambush. The second shooter isn’t on the floor, and we’re not sure where he’s located, maybe near where Braden was standing. We’ve called 9-1-1 and help is on the way but emergency crews will need all the help they can get.”