“Raney, have you got new perfume? It smells incredible, it’s hard to figure out what it is,” Hayes says as he lets his towel drop, his dick already hard too.
“We are not talking my body wash when we’re about to fuck.” I moan, Talon sucks on the fleshy part of my boob, stealing my ability to talk. It feels incredible, and like always, we’re so responsive to each other.
Hayes crawls over the bed. I twist to watch, but Talon bites down hard, giving me a bruising hickey, his midnight blue eyes ablaze with desire. Hayes doesn’t say a word, pushing me down onto Talon, my butt and pussy on full display. He immediately rubs the head of his cock over my crack.
“One day, I want to see if my cock will fit inside you with Talon at the same time,” Hayes says, biting the side of my neck.
“And Reid?” I whimper as Hayes teases by pushing the tip in.
“Will be coming down your throat,” he speaks for himself.
I twist my head up, and he’s already holding his cock out.
“Put that in my mouth, right this second,” I pout.
His fingers race through my hair to hold me still, while he wipes his dick over my lips and face. “I missed you, Raney. It’s not enough to watch you come on your little dildo every night.”
“Best gift you’ve ever sent me. Along with the lollipops.”
Reid’s fingers dig in my hair, his impatience making him pull my hair too hard, “Won’t need any fucking toys now you’re with us, Sweets. Open up, I’ve been dreaming of fucking your mouth.”
“And I’ve been dreaming of your tight pussy,” Talon growls against my nipple.
Hayes dips down below and plows his fingers inside my body. “And I say we stop talking and start doing. We’re going to pack, now your dad has given us his approval. He’d have to be fucking stupid if he didn’t think we’d be claiming you before we send you home.
“Have you told your parents yet, Reid?” I whimper, as Hayes starts pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy.
No one answers.
Sex is definitely better than trying to figure out that bullshit. Although it’s pretty simple, Reid and Colt’s parents do not like me, and they definitely don’t like me being involved with their boys. Supposedly, I don’t fit their bill of who a shady politician, and his stuck-up bitch of a wife, think I should be.
I think it’s got more to do with the fact my grandfather didn’t rub shoulders with theirs. Dad and I definitely don’t have the same old money filling our numerous bank accounts.
ChapterThree
RANEY
“Raney…” Colt murmurs softly in my ear, coaxing me out of a deep sleep. His fingers brush the hair on my face, and I reach up for more. “Come watch the sunrise. I have to go to practice, but you’ve got to see it outside.”
“Wrap her up, Colt. It’s fucking cold. I’ll meet you in the truck in ten.”
In the dark I can see the way he answers his brother, with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes. Climbing out of bed, there’s already a pair of Colt’s grey high school sweats for me to pull on, a pair of Uggs for me to slide my feet into, and then Colt is dragging one of his jersey’s over my head. I know it’s his. I can’t smell anything but him.
Linking our fingers, he tiptoes through the house. There’s no need. Mom texted last night and said she was staying at her girlfriend’s, after too many glasses of wine. In her own way, she’s giving us space too. I know that. I even thanked her for it.
“Come on, sleepy. I’m not wasting a second of you being back.” He squeezes my hand, leading the way through the garden to the back stairs. He sits first then drags me onto his lap, wrapping me up. There’s no way I could get cold snuggling in his arms.
“It’s pretty here,” I say, resting my head against his chest, looking at the view he’s got us facing. The sun is starting to rise but it must still be a little while off because the birds haven’t started to chirp.
“Not as pretty as you are.”
I cuddle him before digging under his hoodie, making him hiss when I press my cold hands against his skin. I last about three seconds before I start exploring his body some more. He groans but stops me.
“Raney, I have to go to practice. I cannot train with a hard on.”
I chuckle but stop feeling him up while we wait for the sun to rise. But I also know Colt’s got something to say—it feels like he’s nervous.
“Just tell me,” I say. A flutter of nerves descending over the both of us.
