But there’s nothing I can do to stop them when Mom reluctantly follows Dom out onto the porch. Walker and Jacob are already lumps on the sofa. Jacob with his plastered leg perched on the coffee table.
The gentle drift of fingers along the curve of my spine has my head tipping back to find Nick watching me.
“Okay?”
I nibble anxiously on my bottom lip. “I should talk to—”
“No.”
His abrupt, sharp response gives me a start.
“She’s my—”
His fingers close gently but firmly on my elbow and I’m guided into the bedroom. The door is closed and I’m lifted and tossed on the bed.
“Nick—”
He climbs over me, forcing my thighs wide around his hips. His hands shove his sweats down and he penetrates me without warning. The steady, uninterrupted invasion arches my spine as I take him.
“Nick!”
“Shhh,” he whispers, grabbing my wrists and forcing my arms up over my head. “You’re not talking to her. You’re not going to be alone with her.” He moves in and out with slow, even pumps. “If she gets you alone, you will walk away and come find us.”
“That’s... that’s crazy,” I pant, heels digging into the mattress, anchoring to lift my ass to meet him. “She’s my mom. She’ll be upset…”
“Don’t give a shit. You’re our baby. It’s our job to protect you.”
He yanks free. His hold drops away and I’m grabbed and flipped over onto my stomach. My face is pressed into the mattress. My ass lifted.
I’m filled over again with the same slow push and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Do you understand, Isla?”
I don’t.
I think this is a terrible idea.
I think their attempts will only make things worse.
“Isla.”
I shake my head. “It will start a fight.”
He hits my base and I feel the hot rush of his release.
“Then we’ll fight. Don’t move.”
He slips free and I’m left there, ass up, knees wide. The cool chill in the room brushes my soaked opening. I hear rifling. Zippers being opened and shut. A second later, the heavy weight of his hand drops on my lower back.
Something cold and smooth nudges my opening. I barely have time to register when I’m stuffed on a plug.
“What…?”
“Dom and I have a very unique, high sex drive. Some nights, we have to force ourselves to stop fucking. It seems worse now that we know what a whore you are who can’t keep her legsclosed. We’re curious to see how many times we can dump inside your greedy cunt before your belly swells. Can’t do that if you’re leaking all over the place.”
How did I get from arguing about my mom to getting dumped in and corked? I definitely should be saying something, not fisting around the piece of silicone.
“Do that again.”
