“Oh God, Kane.” She pressed her head into the mirror behind her. She didn’t want him to quit. She was on fire. Part of the blaze flaming through her body was an out of control lust, and while she hated to admit it, the other part was a chemical reaction to the medications. Still, the cool water didn’t cure the burn. Kane’s fingers did.
She couldn’t see Kane’s pupils because his eyes were well protected by his lids. His hand moved with her as she ground away at the pain, the ache, the fire tempering out of control.
“I’ve gotta tell you, I never saw anything flare quite like this. Good God, Peyton. You’re the sexiest thing in the world.” Kane’s mouth watered but when she looked up at the other two, she thought she saw them drool.
“Gosh-o-mighty! Somebody!” Peyton leaned back and bit her lower lip as Kane continued to finger her.
“Is this what you need, baby?” Kane inched closer to the vanity driving his fingers higher, reaching her in a hotter spot, beyond the superficial burn of a drug-induced reaction.
“Oh yes! God, yes. Please don’t quit. I’m on fire, I tell you.”
“Holy fuck.” Braden rarely cursed to the extreme but then again, this act warranted drastic measures all the way around. She didn’t blame him. She wanted to scream obscenities too.
The only time she felt remotely aware of how ridiculous she must’ve looked was when Braden nearly ran over Evan and Kane to get out of there. “Damn you, Kane! This isn’t going to help things.”
Evan narrowed his gaze on her mound, licked his lower lip and watched his brother take away just a small measure of pain. “But it is, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes…” she placed her palms behind her and rode Kane’s fingers up and down.
“Braden? Please! You don’t understand! I’m like a well done toasted pastry. I’m scorched from the inside out!”
Kane shot her a knowing wicked smile. “You got that right honey. You’re sugary slick from the inside out and just so creamy and warm in the middle.”
Braden immediately poked his head back in the bathroom. “Unfortunately Peyton, these two are using it to their benefit.”
Kane started to move his hand, and she pressed down on the fingers latched tightly inside of her. “Move and I may kill you now.”
A wanton expression crossed his face. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. It’s kind of nice you want me around.”
“I’m not kidding here. This is not a laughing matter.” She tossed her head forward and began riding into his palm. Her hands on both sides of the sink, the water moved with her and a few waves splashed across the countertops.
“Damn it, Kane!” Braden slapped the wall beside of him. “Evan, get him away from her and get her in bed. If either one of you lay a hand on her, so help me God, I’m gonna kill ya. I’m gonna run over and see our neighborhood doctor real quick. Maybe he can rush over here. Don’t touch her. She’s obviously not in her right mind.”
Right mind? Hell, who said she had a mind at all right now? Kane’s fingers were the only sanity she needed. She closed her eyes tighter.
“Get your fingers out of her.”
“Move them and I swear it, you lose them,” she warned.
“In case you haven’t noticed, he already has.” Braden’s inability to understand didn’t matter. He still watched and that counted for something.
Kane reluctantly withdrew his fingers, and she cried out before she ordered them out. “Damn it! Now, you leave me no other option.” She played with her clit, tears poured down her face. “Okay, go get the doc. Something is wrong here. I think I’m going to explode.”
“You mean cum?” Evan asked.
“You’re not funny, Evan.” Although, he hit the nail on the head.
“Don’t you dare tell him I’m sitting here with my couchie in a tub of water!” she shouted at Braden as they started out of the bathroom.
As if they’d practiced it for years all three men stared back at her and asked in unison. “Your what?”
Peyton was irritated now. Maybe it was the medication. “Don’t play dumb with me. You call it a pussy, and I call it various things. I should call it ‘hot momma’ about right now! This is sad. I need help and all any of you can do is stare at my dick trapper!”
“Lord help us, I’ll be right back.” Braden disappeared. Evan and Kane didn’t move. Now, the heat poured off their foreheads with one bead falling right after the next.
“Both of you quit staring and get out of here. Braden will take care of it when he gets back.”
“The hell he will,” Kane growled and yanked her from the sink.
Evan grabbed a towel from the rack behind them and covered her about as quickly as Kane pulled her against his chest.
By the time Kane dried her off, her body was flushed and her eyelids heavy. She mumbled something against his skin while he patted down her thighs. She moaned out in a heavenly whimper when he’d gently swiped at her center.
“Kane?” she whispered into his shirt as she fell back asleep and Evan was envious. He hated the feeling he had when he saw the two of them together. Sometimes, it bordered with an intimacy he feared he’d never have with anyone at all. Worse still, he often feared he soon would have the same sort of bond with Peyton. The abnormality of it drove him to the brink of lechery.
Evan sat in the far corner watching them. Observing how kind Kane was to Peyton led him to all sorts of assumptions. After he tucked her back in bed, Evan motioned for Kane to follow him, and the two went downstairs to the kitchen.
“How’s Peyton now?” Braden met them in the foyer and instead of going to her, he followed them.
“She’s asleep.”
“Doc said this kind of reaction is rare but seldom lasts very long. I told him she was out of her head anyway. He thinks she doubled up on those pain pills, and since she’d had all that morphine, she had a reaction.”
Evan looked out the window, not paying a bit of attention to Braden. “Damn if that wasn’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Yeah, one of them anyway,” Kane remarked.
“I guess you’ve had a few of ‘em since you’ve had her in a way we can only dare imagine.”
Braden grabbed a beer, popped the lid and studied his brothers. “We gotta do something about her, and damn it if you didn’t make it tough, Kane.”
“What the hell do you want me to say? Want me to say I’m sorry? I’m not.”
“I didn’t think so,” Braden said.
“Well, you two heard Peyton. She had the best solution, I think.” Evan’s hand rested at his belt buckle. “Good hell, I’m hard just thinking about it.”
“I don’t care about your cock problems,” Kane sneered.
“Who said it presented a problem?” Evan laughed. “I gotta feeling there’s a pretty little solution waiting on me upstairs.”
“Damn it, Evan,” Braden muttered, took another gulp of beer and slammed the can against the counter. “Would it be too much to ask of you to stay the hell out of her bed?”
“Yeah, it would,” he said before he pointed at Kane. “He’s not going to stay out of it. Why should we?”
“Yeah, Braden.” Peyton tripped into the kitchen in her delusional state. “Why should you boys let Kane have all the fun?” She fell straight into his lap head-first.
Chapter 17
Six Weeks Later
Graduation loomed, and Kane was more excited than Peyton. After her accident, the Cartwells reached a decision. It wasn’t an easy one for them, but they all agreed somehow.
Peyton needed to finish high school as a teenager without baggage. Since he came with a lot of it, he had to stand back and keep things platonic between them. She didn’t make it easy.
“Kane, have you seen Braden?” Peyton rushed into the kitchen in her T-shirt and thong. He didn’t look up. To glance away from the Daily News meant to give in to guilty pleasures. The closer Peyton moved toward graduation, the more he ached to touch her, just to remind her of the pleasure they’d once shared.