When he finishes, my brother nods to himself. “I’m on my way.” He hangs up without question and tosses the phone onto my bed.
“Blane …” I stand from my bed, pulling my oversized shirt down to cover enough of myself as he goes to walk out. “You can’t just go get him.”
He spins around and looks down at me; his blue eyes are hard and lips thinned. “I can’t just leave him there. He’s our dad.” Blane is a good guy; he always has been. He’s that big brother who stepped up and played the role of mother and father when our mother passed and our father decided his addiction was more important than his children were. I was only twelve and he was sixteen. He has always been there for me, and for that, I am grateful, but sometimes, his heart is too soft.
“What if you bail him out and he kills someone next time? That’s on you, Blane.” I lower my eyes to the floor. “Can you live with that?” I know I couldn’t.
He sighs heavily, running a hand through his dark hair. “I’ll take him straight to a clinic. I’ll get him help.” He sounds so sure of himself that it tears at my heart. We both know that won’t happen.
When I look back at him, he walks toward me and wraps his arms around me. I bury my head in his chest and hold back the tears that want to fall. “He’s gonna need both of us to help him.” His chest rumbles from his words.
I nod my head against him not wanting to talk due to the lump in my throat but knowing that he is telling the truth. The truth is that I gave up on my father years ago. But what my brother doesn’t understand is that he has to want to help himself. No one can force him to remain sober. Not even his own children.
BLANE
I unwrap my arms from around my sister and turn to walk out of her room when I see her best friend, who happens to be my girlfriend, Savannah, now standing in Taylor’s room. She’s tightening the robe she put on around her as she asks, “Why are you two awake?” She looks at Taylor, and her green eyes widen. “Why are you crying?”
Taylor quickly wipes the tears from her face. I hate that our father makes her feel helpless. I know she wants to help him, and yet, she feels as if it’s a lost cause. But I won’t let her give up on him. I just keep hoping that this time will be the last. He’ll see her and that light he used to have will come back. The one he used to have when he would look at our mother. I’m not sure it’s possible, but I have to keep trying.
“I’m fine,” Taylor says with a soft smile. Her long brown hair is a mess, and her blue eyes are bloodshot.
I walk up to Savannah and place my hands on her shoulders. Her sleepy green eyes look up at me, and her light brown brows pull together. “I have to leave,” I tell her, and she frowns.
“It’s three thirty in the morning.” She looks around Taylor’s bedroom as if confused. “Where are you going?”
“My dad called.” Her eyes widen. “He’s up in Pekin. I have to go bail him out.”
She pulls away from me and starts to walk out of Taylor’s room. “I can be ready to go in ten minutes,” she throws over her shoulder, now fully awake as she walks quickly down the hallway back to our room to throw some clothes on.
I follow her out into the hall and pull her to a stop. “You’re not going with me.”
She opens up her mouth to argue, but I speak first. “You’re not going. I don’t need you to go with me.” I slide my eyes over to Taylor’s room. “But she needs you.” I’m a big boy; I can go get my dad without help. But leaving Taylor here alone for hours and only her thoughts is not a good idea. There’s no telling what our father said to her. He always likes to bring up our mother because he knows it’s her weakness. When it comes to our mother, my father only tells her what he feels will benefit him when in need. “She needs you,” I whisper, running my hand through her soft blond hair. She nods her head.
Lifting up on her tiptoes, she gives me a soft kiss on my lips. “Be careful,” she whispers, and I nod my head.
“Always.”
CASE
I throw my head back and let out a moan as I push my hard cock to the back of the redhead’s throat. The sound of gagging makes me smile. “Fucking take it,” I growl as I move my hips back and then forward again. She whimpers as her body gives a little shake, and I can’t help but chuckle. Call me a bastard all you want. But every man wishes for this—a woman to fulfill his deepest, darkest, depraved fantasy. Rachel is that bitch for me. And my best friend, Brecken.
I look over her back and ass, slick with sweat, as she lies bent over my desk. My best friend and business partner, Brecken, stands naked behind her. His hands are on her hips as he stares down at her pussy, breathing heavy while he fucks her with a roughness that has her moaning around my cock. She loves this. When we take her at the same time. When we treat her like our own personal slut.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet.” Brecken hisses between clenched teeth. “Like it when he tells you to fucking take his cock?” He slams into her pussy. “Especially when I fucking take your pussy?” Even when she can’t answer, he still likes to ask her questions.
She lifts her hands from my desk and places them on my naked thighs. I hiss in a breath as she digs her nails into my skin. She’s pulling me toward her as close as possible, which is her way of begging me to fuck her mouth harder. Who am I not to comply? Removing my hands from my desk, I wrap them in her bright red hair and quicken my pace.
“Fuck, baby.” Brecken growls, knowing that she wants it harder. It can never be hard enough for her. She tightens her lips around my cock to the point it feels like a vise. I don’t think I could get any harder than I am right now, but her mouth proves me wrong.
I can tell by her body that she is about to come. The muscles in her back tighten, and she tries to pull her mouth free from my cock. She likes to scream when she comes. She releases my ass and places her hands flat on my desk in an attempt to get leverage to push herself up. But Brecken reaches out and grabs her wrists. Pulling them behind her back, he holds them tightly. “Oh no, baby,” he growls, the muscles in his chest and stomach flex. “You wanna come? You’ll come while both of our cocks are in you,” he demands.
My dick vibrates from what I guess is a throaty moan and I feel it down in my balls. I speak through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I love when you moan while I fuck your mouth.”
I tighten my hands in her hair and continue my harsh treatment of her mouth. She opens her throat for me to push my hard cock as far as it can fucking go. Needing more than what she’s already giving me. Every time I reach the back of her throat, I hiss in a breath at how fucking good it feels. How hot and tight it is. A few moments later, her body starts to shake and her lips go slack on my cock as she tries to scream, but I don’t stop to allow it. It feels too good. She feels too good. I can’t pull out now. I’m a selfish son of a bitch.
“That’s it, baby.” Brecken slaps her ass hard with his free hand, the sound bouncing off the walls in my office. “Come for us.” He does it again, and this time her body jerks, rattling the desk more than it already is. But with Brecken restraining her hands behind her back and me holding her hair, she can’t go anywhere. She’s completely at our mercy. Our little whore.
“You’re such a naughty little slut.” I look down at my hard cock working in and out of her mouth. “And you fucking love it,” I say between clenched teeth. Those words do her in, and she comes and she comes hard. Her body fights us as she withers before us, spread out over my desk. This isn’t the first time we’ve taken her this way, and I pray it isn’t our last. She’s too fun to fuck.
Before she is even finished with her orgasm, I pick up the pace as my balls start to tighten. “I’m gonna come ...” I grind out, knowing that Brecken is close as well.
We’ve done this enough to have it down to a science. We know exactly what the other needs in order to get off. Once she gets off, we’re not far behind her.
I close my eyes and I fuck her mouth with so much force her throat will feel raw for the next couple of days. That thought has me smiling. Moans of pleasure and whimpers of pain come from her, but that doesn’t slow either one of us down. She got what she wanted; now, it’s our turn.