“He might not,” Peyton bit out. “Maybe not, anyway.”
“Honey, he will. Even if he thinks he loves you now, this isn’t going anywhere. Listen to me. I know the guy’s reputation. I’m telling you-”
“I think he does love me now,” Peyton hummed. “He just doesn’t know how much yet.”
“Maybe he does.” She pointed behind her. “Speak of the stud himself, go see what he wants. I’m going to entertain the gals with tall tales about Freda. I owe her one or two. Hell, with the hard cock we saw in Evan’s room, I’d say we’re both forever indebted to her.”
Peyton and Vicky broke out into giggles, hugged and parted ways. Kane waited at the top of the stairs. He watched her as she walked toward him. By the time Peyton reached him, he yanked her by the wrist and pulled her into the spare bedroom right across the hall from her own room.
“Kane, this is-”
“Shh, don’t make a sound,” he said as he placed her hand over his cock.
“No, you don’t understand.” She said one thing but reached behind his ass and locked the door.
“Then help me make out here.”
“Kane, Braden will kill us if he finds us and did you fail to notice I have company?”
“I don’t care if Jimmy Buffet is down there. You’re not going anywhere.” With a closed fist, he tilted her chin, and she shut her eyes as his lips came down on hers in a bruising kiss.
Seconds clicked away as his tongue demanded her time. Hot and saucy, he kissed her like he meant to lose total control.
“Kane, please…”
“Don’t move,” he said. “You want me as much as I want you, Peyton. I don’t give a damn who hears us.”
“But-”
“You’re fucked hard if you protest and licked if you don’t make me work for it, how’s that? Feel better? You have options. Choose door number one or door number two.”
Evan stepped out of the bathroom then. “How about closing them both and running right over here to me?”
She gulped. “Oh God, this is my worst nightmare.”
“Thanks.” Kane kissed down her neck and nibbled on her ear.
“No, you don’t understand. Kane, stop that.” Surely she didn’t decline his advances.
“I understand, baby. Tell me about it.” Evan stepped in behind her and rubbed his cock over her ass. “This isn’t a nightmare, and you know it. This is what you want. Your wettest of sweet dreams.” His lips cascaded across her shoulders as Kane’s cock rubbed against her leg.
They proved their point. They were right. This was heaven. For a brief moment, she saw stars and then, hell’s fury brought her straight back down to earth.
A loud knock on the door proved Braden felt confident of who occupied the spare room. “You three have less than ten seconds to open up or I’m going to send these gals out here home.”
“Shit!” Evan pursed his lips and glared at Kane.
“Don’t look at me. I liked the idea. I sure as hell didn’t want him to interrupt this now.” He pointed at his dancing dick and did it ever get her attention. The purple tint to the mushroom head called for distractions.
She dropped to her knees as Braden knocked again. “Damn it. I’m counting.”
“And I’m sucking.” She smiled as she tormented both men. Evan was behind her massaging her shoulders, and Kane allowed her to pull his cock from his silk shorts.
“Ten…”
Her head lowered, and she kissed the tip before she licked her lips. Just a peck and a swipe across the slit, drew a heated growl from Kane.
“Sweet hell.” Evan yanked her from the floor, grabbed her around the hips and simulated the sex act by pressing into her backside over and over again. “You like giving head, don’t you Peyton?”
“Nine…”
“She likes it a lot,” Kane said.
“Eight…” Braden knocked again. “Seven…”
“Then here, sugar, sip this.” He tugged his cock from his pajama pants.
“Six…”
Peyton winked at Kane and dropped back down to her knees. With her legs wobbling against the floor, her awareness kicked in and a pool of desire dampened her panties. This was better than a wet dream. Better than sex itself. She licked around Evan’s grip, kissed his knuckles and took control.
“Five…Damn you, I said open this blasted door!” He kicked it this time.
With a wicked grin, she kissed Evan’s cock from the top to the base and back up again. “Hmmm. Evan, you’re going to love me for this.” Her mouth covered the shapely head, and she sucked him deep inside of her mouth.
“Good God.” He almost lost his balance but steadied himself with her shoulders before his hips moved with the suction.
“Four…Three… Two…”
With a pop, she released Evan and pushed up from her palms. “That’s it, boys. You heard the man. This party is over.” She didn’t look back, and didn’t particularly care if Evan still had his cock hanging out for Braden to see. She flung open the door, pinched his cheek, and let out a sigh of relief.
She slipped into the bathroom and leaned against the door. Nervously, she locked it and then stared at it like the door was her biggest enemy. It separated her from right and wrong. The panels she glared at now were the only thing preventing her from rushing right back out there and stripping off for all three of them. She didn’t care about her guests or care if everyone there knew it. She wanted to fuck them all right then and there. She opened the door and stared back at one lone barrier-Vicky.
“We’ve decided to play a game. It’s called, ‘Place your bets on which Cartwell Peyton bangs first.’ Wanna play?”
Peyton giggled, grabbed her friend’s arm and tugged her into the bathroom with her. Slamming the door, she put her finger over her own lips as if she wanted to hush her for some reason. “What if I told you that’s a game we’re guaranteed to win?”
“You didn’t?”
“I did.”
“When?” Vicky asked.
“You have to ask?”
“So you and Kane?” Vicky’s jaw dropped, “Oh honey, you picked the wrong Cartwell.”
“Who says I only get to choose one?”
Chapter 16
“Kane! Kane!” Peyton tried to get his attention as she ran into the lower field with his cell phone in hand.
When he finally stopped the tractor, he jumped down from the John Deere long enough to snatch the phone from her hand. “Couldn’t you take a message? I’m trying to figure out what is wrong with this damn tractor.”
“She says it important,” Peyton said as she watched him curiously.
He looked at the caller ID and then held the phone to his chest. “And maybe a little private?”
“Oh, uh…sorry.” She stepped away but she tried really hard to listen, even though he lowered his voice.
“What do you want?” He wasn’t happy to hear from the mystery caller. “Yeah, I’ve been busy. Yes, busy.”
Peyton pursed her lips and walked a few steps forward. Soon, she skipped over a few rocks. She realized the girl on the other end of the phone must’ve wondered why Kane didn’t come over for a visit or worse, stopped by for stud service.
She shuddered but smiled. Out of all three Cartwells, she was certain of one thing in particular. Kane wasn’t seeing anyone at all. He rarely left the ranch, and when he did, he went to the boathouse. The few times he’d gone there, she’d followed.
She stepped through the rocks and headed for the pond still aware of Kane behind her, talking low, keeping his voice down. If he’d planned to get rid of the chick on the other end of the phone, it sure took him long enough. Her heart began to flutter, and her stomach turned somersaults. He might try a little consideration and tell her to kiss off. Peyton glowered back at him.
She turned around and caught him staring at her ass, really focusing on it, so she bent over. She made a dramatic effort to give him what he wanted to see. She bent over and picked up a large rock.
“She’s just a kid. No, hell no, I’m not sleeping with her.”
Peyton dropped the rock and turned to face him. “Does this look like a child’s ass?” She shook it in his direction but he turned around so she couldn’t see his eyes.