After all, they were all over eighteen.
Braden made the stipulation clear whenever Peyton mentioned a party now. Since all three Cartwells were walking stiff ones, he at least protected himself in the event he didn’t turn down an eager woman’s advancements. Peyton shuddered. She’d almost kill if one of these girls moved in on her territory.
Only minutes after reading the dare, Peyton and Vicky crawled up the stairs. Peyton started giggling as they scooted by Kane’s room. Braden told him to sleep with his door open because his room was the closest one to the party. She watched him shift in his bed and realized he was awake.
“Hang on a minute,” she whispered over her shoulder.
Vicky shook her head. “Wrong Cartwell, Peyton.”
“Just give me one second,” she whispered.
Vicky reluctantly nodded and leaned her head back against the wall. Peyton crawled across the floor and then slid into Kane’s bed.
“Peyton…” He smelled like beer. He slurred like a drunk.
“Kane…” Her hand went to his dick.
“Baby, you can’t be in here. Not right now with your friends here.” He kissed her lips. It wasn’t impressive. Peyton saw very little appeal in a drunk’s tongue. He also looked sad. She saw it in his eyes as the moonlight skid across his bedroom. Braden really beat him up with words, and dealt him a strong hand completely full of guilt.
She fingered his waistband. Once she slipped her hand in his shorts, she slowly pumped his cock into her hand. “Can’t I give you something to think about?”
“Yeah, baby, give me something to think about.” He closed his eyes, and his hand covered hers.
“Damn it,” she said, “Are you drunk?”
“I’m hard.” He grinned.
“And drunk.”
“Yep. Go play with your friends.” He rolled over her and reached under his bed. He pulled out a dildo. It was still in its box. “Tomorrow night…” He tapped her chin with the boxed gift and grinned. “Tomorrow night, you’re going to love me all over again, Peyton Storm.”
“Promise?” She wrapped her hand tighter and gave him another few tugs.
“I promise.” He heard something at the door, grabbed Peyton’s wrist and growled, “Damn Vicky, you’re always popping up at the wrong time.”
“I don’t know, Kane. I think maybe I need to stick around and protect you boys or something. Peyton seems to have lost a good sense of direction. I wonder who might have led her astray.”
“I don’t know. Say you think she’s lost her way?” He cleared his throat, pushed Peyton away and rolled over on his side. With his arm crooked behind his head and the cotton sheet at his waist, he waited for her reply.
“Yeah, I do. Come on, Peyton, we have a dare to perform.”
“A dare?” Kane narrowed his eyes on Peyton.
“It’s nothing,” she whispered. “Now go back to sleep.”
“Stay out of the barn, Peyton.”
“I will.”
“Don’t go near Braden’s horse tonight. He might come unglued.”
“No dares with the horses, I promise.”
“Okay, ‘night Peyton.”
“Goodnight, Kane.” She slipped out of his room and shut the door.
In a matter of minutes, they slid inside Evan’s room, and for some reason, Peyton believed he fully anticipated their arrival.
Evan held her pinned to the wall the second she slipped inside of his masculine domain. His body was hard, the ridge of his cock pleading for some kind of relief.
“Evan! What are you doing?” Peyton demanded an answer.
He held Peyton tighter as he snarled at Vicky. “Go tell your friends if I get a blowjob from Peyton, I want it one-on-one and without an audience.”
“What are you talking about?” Vicky turned the light on and her eyes were large with the recognition.
“Holy shit, he’s naked.” Her eyes dropped to the proof.
“No fucking doubt. What man wouldn’t wait with his cock in hand after hearing what you two had in store for me?”
Peyton swallowed tightly and only glanced at Vicky. Her friend wasn’t paying her any mind. Instead, she continued to glare at Evan’s dick. “Damn I’ve seen a lot of-”
“Vicky, leave.” Evan growled, pressed his body against Peyton’s and confined her to the wall.
“Stop it, Evan. Let me go.” Peyton pushed him back, or tried, anyway.
Vicky grabbed the empty bottle of vodka from the floor. “For men who seldom drink now that they have you to raise, this brother must have tied one on tonight.”
“Get the hell out of here, Vicky.” Evan’s teeth clenched as he held Peyton’s wrists to his chest.
“Not without Peyton,” she said. “And you will let her go or I’ll go wake up Kane. He won’t like this.”
Peyton looked at Evan’s hooded eyes, felt his breath against her skin, inches away from her mouth. A second or two more and he wouldn’t care what he did to her in front of an audience.
“Vicky, I’ll be right there.”
“Good choice, Peyton,” Evan congratulated her. “I think you know what’s in store for you, don’t ‘cha?”
“No, you’ll come with me now,” Vicky retorted.
“What if I want her to come with me?” Evan’s thighs bunched, and he pressed into Peyton with a suggestive move, a confirmation of what he meant.
“You two can do whatever the hell you want,” Vicky said, “When she doesn’t have a houseful of gossips downstairs to tell it.”
Vicky glared at his nightstand and saw the monitor. “Oh Lord Evan, this is so low. You keep a baby monitor next to your bed? Good grief!” She threw up her hands and grabbed Peyton by the arm. “Let’s go. Lord knows Evan heard enough tonight. He shouldn’t have any trouble jacking off if we give him a little privacy.”
The contempt in Vicky’s voice surprised Evan, if Peyton guessed correctly. He dropped her arm and let the girls get away but Peyton didn’t leave his room without looking back one last time.
“Damn, if you wouldn’t scare a gal.” She licked her upper lip and started to close his door.
Before she made a clean break, she heard him on the other side, swearing and promising all sorts of things. “I’m going to do more than spook with this cock, sugar. I’m going to wear you out with it.”
Vicky snickered, grabbed Peyton’s hand, and they rushed back down the stairs. “All of these years and I’ve never once been jealous of you.”
“Oh stop it!” Peyton teased.
“I’m not kidding. I’m green with envy. Did you see the way he looked at you?”
“Knock it off, Vicky.”
”I’m serious here, Peyton. He has it bad for you. His eyes glaze over when he looks at you as if he really sees only you. He looks at you with that icky kind-of-awareness like you’re an unusual somebody, a rare and precious existence. I’m telling you, he’s hot after you, girlfriend.”
“I hope you’re right,” Peyton said.
“I’m right, and he’s hard. If I were you, I’d race right back up those stairs and make him carry through on his last promise.”
“No way. He’s drunk.”
“He’s not drunk on anything but lust, my friend.”
“Well after having his cock against my leg, I’m drowning in it.”
Vicky snickered. “With a cock he sports, I guess so!”
“I can’t do it tonight.”
“I know why,” Vicky said, her voice softer this time. “It’s Kane, isn’t it?”
Peyton shrugged. “Not really.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You two are like watching a romance movie bound to end in a sad song.”
“Why do you say that?”
“When you two are in the room together now, it’s ridiculous. I noticed it when the guys brought in the pizzas. There’s all this love flowing back and forth from one pair of eyes to the next, but Peyton you need to understand something about Kane.”
“What?” Peyton stopped in the hallway right outside the media room.
“Honey, he’s too selfish to notice what’s really going on with you two. You may think you feel something really special for him, and while I see a lot of sexual energy and sparks flying everywhere, in the end, he’s the one Cartwell who can and will hurt you.”