He wraps her fingers around his erection. I smile and nod, then push the slightest bit to part her pussy lips.
She stirs faintly but sleeps hard as ever, her breaths slow and steady.
Remembering that the tip was the hardest part for her to take, I make one swift movement to bury myself deep. Her heat envelops me, tight and more like home than I've ever experienced. Her walls flutter, adding pressure that risks my grip on restraint.
Stroking back and forth, I alternate my gaze between her sleep-ridden face and watching Dylan match how he moves her hand on his cock.
Another wiggle. I dart my gaze back to her. She moans, her eyes flutter open, and my brother groans. "We’re all yours."
Her free hand grips my back, holding me closer while I rut into her. The goddam beanbag chair thwarts my control as it continually shifts.
I glance at Toby, who comes undone and sprays her with cum, while looking like he hates that he came before she did.
"I'm about to—" Her statement turns into moans that instantly hit fever pitch. Her pussy tightens around me, stealing my last shred of control.
I pump relentlessly, driving her orgasm with my own. Her eyes are closed again, her bright-red lips parting, her breaths gasping as I fill her with my seed.
Pistoning slower, I ease her through the longest ever orgasm. Her cunt tightens around me with each movement until we're both spent.
A tap on my shoulder draws my attention to Dylan. "I need you, Molly. You okay with one more?"
Her eyes open, the lights from the tree adding a special glint that intensifies the effect of her smile.
"I need you, too."
Sated, I pull out, kneeling at her side. Dylan takes my place, entering her with a groan.
I watch their bodies move together—the feral actions we denied for so long. Her moans change as her expressions shifts from content to hungry to surrender.
He growls with his release. Not a surprise he was so fast, but I can't believe how ready she stays for orgasms.
He pulls out and rolls beside her. I position myself against her other side. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than at my little stepsister’s side. We can finally protect her. Show her the life we want to give her.
Dylan whispers into her ear, "Sleep tight, Nikita."
His eyes are closed, peaceful.
Fear races through me. Does he realize what he just said? We agreed not to spring this on her.
Molly snuggles into me. Maybe she didn't hear.
But I did. There's no chance I can sleep now.
Chapter 10
Molly
I nestle into their warmth, Dylan's broad chest pressing against my back, Toby's arm draped over me. This cocoon feels like the perfect transition for everything I've craved—a fresh slate, people to spend my life with, and—
"Sleep tight, Nikita." Dylan's whisper splits the silence.
I freeze, every muscle locking in place.Nikita?
The name echoes in my mind, sending out questions I can't ignore. Does he know me? Do they both? Or is the name a ghost from his past, some old flame's pet name slipping out?
He said he was a virgin at the auction, but that doesn't mean he couldn't have been close to someone else.
If I knew what my name had been three months ago, this could be an awkward moment we laugh off, or the start of a fight.
