“No,” he said when I went to sit by the window.
He tugged me close so I sat in the middle, right up against him. One arm went around my shoulders, the other picked up my thigh and placed my foot on the centre console. My hands went to the dress I’d been given to wear in the kitchens, the loose skirt instantly slipping up, something Aidan watched with great interest from the front. Peter grabbed my hand away so it slid unhindered.
“That’s it,” Aidan said, and then started the car.
I was barely conscious of where we went or what we passed, my focus entirely on that big broad hand as it moved up my thigh. I found my breath becoming shallower the higher it went until…
“Fuck, yes,” Aidan rasped as Peter’s fingers reached the leg elastic of my underwear, running the blunt tip over it, as if to draw my attention and Aidan’s.
And it worked.
“What are we…?” I gasped as it teased under the fabric. “We shouldn’t—”
“Yes, we should,” Aidan said. He glanced at the windshield. “We’re on one of the back roads now. No kids, nobody out here.”
“But Ophelia—”
“Who do you think encouraged us? If what’s happening with Sen is what we think it is, your heat is coming on earlier than expected, and slower. It’s like your Tirian is letting it seep in, getting you ready for it.”
You have suffered more than most of her children, so she gifts you this.
“So it’s time to push things a bit, see what you’re up for. If you don’t want Peter to run his fingers through the slick seeping between your legs, say so. Not because you shouldn’t or because it’s bad, but because it makes you feel uncomfortable.”
I glanced up at Peter, our proximity putting our lips so close, I couldn’t help but broach the gap. He met me more than halfway, his mouth opening instantly for his tongue to thrust into mine. His fingers edged closer.
“Say yes, Flick,” he begged. “Let me make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good,” I said, my eyes going wider as his hand crept under the leg band. But I nodded, because I could feel the ache deep inside me that only he could fill.
“Put your leg back up on the console,” Aidan said, a note of urgency in his voice. “Give me a show.”
My leg was shaking when I did so. I felt hot, too damn hot.
“It’s OK, love,” Aidan said. “It’s just the heat flooding you.” But he flicked the aircon up higher. “You can feel it? All through your body?” I nodded, his words drawing my attention to the sweat prickling on my skin, my nipples pulled so tight, every jolt of the car over the bumps in the road made the cotton bra abrade so nicely. “Get her underwear off. I wanna see her.”
Aidan’s growl shot through me, making me squirm. Peter gripped the now sodden fabric, giving it a sharp jerk, then tossed the now torn garment to one side. Cool air streamed over my most intimate of skin, the feeling unbearably intense.
“Fuck, yes,” Aidan swore, the car jerking as he quickly righted it.
“Pull over, fuckhead,” Peter growled. “You’re gonna crash us.”
“You would too in my position,” he shot back, but he flicked on the indicator and pulled us over to the side of the road.
I saw fields around us, cows grazing contentedly, and that was it. True to their word, no one was going to see our antics apart from the animals. And Aidan. He unclipped his seat belt and turned around, grabbing my ankles and resting them on the tops of each front seat, splitting me wide open. Something he watched with a frantic focus.
“Fuck, look at her,” Aidan said.
“What, this?”
My back arched as Peter slid
his fingers back and forth so damn slowly through my folds. The hood of my clit was drawn along with it, sending shivers down my spine.
“You look drenched,” Aidan said. “Did the boys in the shed get you all hot and bothered? Or just one in particular?”
“Three,” I groaned, closing my eyes as Peter’s fingers dug in, sliding inside me in shallow little pushes.
“Did you think about us when you were doing your work? Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”