Natalie Acres - Sex party

“You didn’t flunk any kind of test with him. Braden wants you to like his gifts, enjoy them, behave, and graduate. It’s pretty simple with him, Peyton.”

“And with you? Is it pretty simple with you?”

He grinned, “What the hell do you think? You’ve lived with us for three months. If you don’t know by now, kid, you’ll never know.” Kane started toward the tack room. “Go tell him thanks, brag on him a little bit and stroke his ego.” Then come on back here. I’ve got something in between my legs that might need a little stroking too.

Peyton ran over and threw her arms around his neck. It was the first time she’d ever hugged him. For the most part, Kane stayed out of her way and while her breasts mashed up against his chest, he understood why he’d tried to steer clear.

His cock came alive and damn near danced right out of his pants. She’s eighteen, he reminded himself. Yesterday, it was wrong. Today, the law and society says it’s okay.

He turned away from her before she looked down. God help him, if she looked at his bulge and caught him with a boner today, he didn’t know what he’d do. Nope, the little vixen was checking out his feet. Evan once told him why the girls all checked out a man’s shoes. Kane decided it was something they must teach the gals in sex-ed.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Kane. I love it.”

“Then love it enough to take care of it,” he growled and immediately patted himself on the back for sounding out like a big brother, or a guardian. Then his mind went crazy and thank goodness his mouth refused to follow suit.

And don’t let any boys in it. And don’t drive too fast. The car can get away from you. And don’t let any boys in it. Don’t fuck in it or take your shirt off or go down on a guy while he’s driving it.

“Shit.” He picked up his gloves, shoved them in his pocket and then kicked the barn door with everything he had in him, which didn’t make any sense at all. He took a big drink of air, gulped it right in and held his breath until his cheeks filled with hot air. She frustrated the hell out of him. He kicked the door once more and turned around. There, he found Vicky’s curious eyes.

“Ah hell,” he grumbled before he picked up his gait and headed outside.

Now he’d done it. He’d pitched an immature fit in front of Peyton’s BFF or whatever she called her and if he knew Vicky, her mind churned. She’d interpret what she saw precisely the way it was. Ninety days of desire-driven, hard core sexual frustration kicked into the side of the barn by the guy with a hard-on stout enough to split wood.

Maybe she didn’t notice.

Yeah, right.

Peyton gave Evan a tight squeeze and headed down to the fields where she found Braden. She called for him like he’d disappeared out onto the open range somewhere and wouldn’t be able to hear her. Cupping her hands over her mouth, she hollered again and again.

Finally, he scrambled up the hillside with his thousand dollar horse behind him. Okay, so Peyton realized they paid more than a few thousand for a horse. They insured the damn thing for crying out loud.

“Braden, there you are.”

“Something wrong, Peyton?”

“No, nothing except I’m impolite. I’m as rude as some cowboy spittin’ tobacco on a lady’s new shoes.”

His mouth twitched. “Rude, you say?”

“Yep, I believe so.” She leaped forward and gave him a quick hug before she kissed his cheek. “I love the car.”

“I’m glad, Peyton.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have you driven it yet?”

“You mean I’m supposed to drive it? I thought some considered it a collector’s item, and you wanted me to keep it in the barn. Kind of like you do that ass you’re dragging behind you.’

She meant the horse.

He took her as literal and immediately, his face turned blood red.

“I meant Quizzard, not your ass,” she clarified.

“I understood what you meant.” He didn’t.

“Vicky and I are going to study for a bit,” she reported.

“Okay.”

“Braden, thanks again. The car is bad.”

“It is?”

Evan walked up as she said the word. “Bad is good.”

Braden narrowed his eyes. “I’m in my twenties, not over-the-hill.”

“Just keeping you straight.”

“Take her for spin, Peyton, but get Evan or Kane to ride with you until you get used to the feel of the road. It’s a car with a lot of power, and it’ll get away from you if you’re not careful.”

She pulled Evan’s arm. “Come on, take me for a drive.”

“I wish I could Peyton, but the guys are going to be here any second to pick me up.”

“Oh, I see.” She stuck her lower lip out and started to pout.

“Yep, I figured I’d go drink one for you since you’re still three years shy of your twenty-first birthday.”

She just bet. If she knew Evan it was something more than drinking with the guys. She’d bet on some gal getting fucked in her honor to keep him out of her bedroom later.

Lately, Evan stared her up and down. A few times, she’d caught him with his hand on his cock. Usually, it happened after he spotted her eating breakfast in her panties and bra.

“Listen, Kane wants to drive it. So ask him to take you for a spin.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

She laughed out loud. He didn’t even realize what he suggested. Kane most definitely wanted to take her and the car for a spin.

Peyton headed straight for Kane. She saw him at the barn entrance. He held onto a hitching post and tugged at his boots.

“Kane, will you take me for a drive?”

He winked. “Damn girl, if you only realized what you’re asking.”

Oh but she had a pretty good idea. She was blonde but far from dumb.

Kane pulled above the slight embankment leading down to the boathouse. They stopped parallel to the lake. “Drives like a dream.”

“I can’t wait to try and handle it,” she said with thick implications.

“Well, then come on over here, and we’ll head back.”

He must have decided to bypass the opportunity for some one on one time.

Too damn bad, she thought.

They were going inside the boathouse. He might look for a way out, but he would not find one. He tried to avoid taking her there in the first place, and she realized why. They were alone and Kane didn’t do all-alone well, at least not with her.

“I will but first… you promised to show me around.”

“I don’t make promises. Braden hasn’t brought you out here?”

“Nope,” she said as she tumbled out of the car with too much spring in her step and bounce in her boobs. It was deliberate. She was blessed, and she liked to flaunt it. Plus, she was eighteen. She needed to shake and bounce around Kane all the more. Maybe then he’d notice what he’d missed.

Kane pursed his lips but he followed her. He took the steps down to the water two at a time. With a key in his hand, he unlocked and pushed the front door open all at once.

“Do you come out here a lot?” she asked.

“Some,” he replied.

“With girls?”

“Women.” He made his point.

She smirked. “Well, I guess I’m in the right place then. I’m eighteen today, and I’ve felt like a woman for years. I have the body to help me look the part, you know.”

“I don’t want to know,” he said, rolling his beautiful dark eyes and grinning enough to sport the cute dimple in his cheek. At six foot three, he looked like a giant next to her.

He walked through the close quarters and pointed out anything worth a mention. “There’s the kitchen. If you’re out here and there’s beer in the fridge, don’t drink it. I count them.”