Kane
Ican tell she’s upset after seeing that girl on the street. She laughed and joked around at the restaurant, but by the time we get back to the house, her face has set into a permanent frown, her laughter has died down, and a worrisome wrinkle is etched into her forehead.
It’s like the prick still won’t leave her alone, even when he’s dead.
I look at Cash and incline my head toward the stairs. He nods, and I wave Payton on behind us. “Come on. We’ll help you unpack.”
“I don’t know if I feel much like going through unpacking right now.” Her head snaps up from where it was hanging down a second ago, and her eyes are bulging when they find me. “I didn’t mean I don’t want to unpack at all. I’m not—”
“I know what you meant.” And I hate that she’s so upset and anxious. “Relax, okay? There’s nothing to worry about. You’re safe with us.”
“Okay,” she agrees, and we all head upstairs to my bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and pat the spot next to me. “Come on. Sit down.”
She does, but she’s still stiff. “You’re too tense, you know?” I brush her hair to one side and rub her shoulder, working my thumb against her shoulder blade. She’s so small, so fragile. Some people want to break the small and fragile. I want to protect her.
“That feels nice.” Her voice is softer now. Her eyes slide shut. She barely flinches when Cash comes in from my bathroom with a bottle of massage oil and an armful of towels.
She opens her eyes once Cash starts laying towels out on the bed, though, and she glances my way after noticing the bottle of oil. “You have massage oil lying around?”
“It comes in handy.” I stand, then lift her to her feet. “Come on. Let us take care of you.” I’m already peeling off her jacket by the time I finish speaking. Her heart’s beating faster, and every thud sends her scent into the air.
“Don’t worry.” Cash winks at her from the other side of the bed. “We won’t tie you up this time. Unless you want us to.”
She bites her lip and looks away, but I notice the way her nipples tighten before she’s even taken her shirt off. She’s not embarrassed. She’s probably wondering how to tell us she wants to be tied down.
My cock surges to life, and for a second, it seems like a good idea, tying her to the headboard and driving into her until we both go unconscious. That’s not what she needs right now, though. Why do I care all of a sudden about what a woman needs? I can’t remember ever considering that before.
Payton lifts the shirt over her head, and I don’t give a shit about anything else all of a sudden. Her tits almost spill out of her bra, which comes off with a quick flick of her wrist. My breath catches when those heavy globes fall free. Note to self: fuck those tits.
“That’s right,” Cash encourages her once she’s naked. “Stretch out on your stomach. Legs together, arms at your sides.” He folds up a towel and places it under her head for comfort.
I take off my shirt and squirt oil into my palm. “Close your eyes. Just relax.” I position myself by her feet while Cash stands over her head.
She squirms a little at the touch of my hands. “Slippery,” she whispers with a soft giggle.
“Relax. Breathe.” My strokes are smooth, firm but gentle. “Let your muscles loosen up.”
“You’ve got a lot of tension up here in your shoulders.” Cash works them deliberately, fingers pressing against her flesh. “Like you’re carrying the whole world on them. You don’t have to ever feel that way again. We’ve got you. We’re going to make sure you’re safe. Always.”
“Always,” I agree. “You don’t ever have to worry again.” Meanwhile, I’ve worked my way up her thighs and have the pleasure of digging into her perfectly round ass. The things I want to do to this ass. I take a few exploratory squeezes, my eyes glued to her oiled skin. Cash leans in as his hands slide down her back.
“Mm… that’s nice…” Payton sounds far away, like she’s floating—until my thumbs slide inside her crack. “Oh, my God, that’s good.”
“I thought you didn’t like having your ass played with?” I do it again, this time parting her cheeks. It would be so easy to take her virgin hole. I settle for circling it with one thumb before moving up to her back again. She whimpers like she’s disappointed, which only makes me want to tease her more.
“Let’s do the front.” Cash and I roll her onto her back and reposition her. My mouth waters at the sight of her tits just begging to be oiled. Something in the way I stare at them must clue my brother in since he switches places with me.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. I don’t bother working my way to them since if I don’t start touching her the way my cock’s ordering me to, I might break the zipper on my jeans. She hasn’t so much as looked at me, and I’m painfully hard.
She flinches when the oil hits her. “Sorry. Guess I squirted on your tits.” When one eye opens, I smirk down at her. “I couldn’t help it.”
Does she try to stop me from rubbing the oil in, though? No. And when my thumbs skim her nipples, she arches her back like she’s giving herself to me. Silently begging for more.
I can’t help myself anymore. I have to taste her. “Open your mouth,” I order, and when she does, I run the tip of my tongue over her lips before plunging inside. She moans, raising her arms so she can run her fingers through my hair. The way she tugs at it makes my cock ache, and soon, I have no choice but to unzip and free myself.
I look down the length of her body and find Cash settling in between her thighs. “This beautiful pussy.” He laps at it in long, slow swipes with his flattened tongue, and Payton’s hips lift off the bed. He holds them down, forcing her to take the pleasure he’s giving.
My rod swings close to her face, and she turns toward it like instinct tells her to. “I want you to suck on this.” I take her hand and close it around my shaft.