They grunted, swore, and praised each other as I stepped closer, my hands finding the cool metal of the car.
Under my hands, the car rocked, shifting from one side to the other as I lifted on tip-toe, my breath catching at the beauty before me.
Dane and Drake were fisting each other's cocks, one hand on the other's cock, the other clenched in hair or shirt. Brutally they jerked, their lips almost brutal as they gasped for more.
I'd never seen a more beautiful sight than this.
"Fuck," Drake pulled back, his head dropping onto Dane's chest, his eyes clenched tight as he came. They panted in the aftermath, their hands roaming. Dane's hips twitched as he lightly humped the air.
"Shit, sorry," Drake muttered, his hand dropping back to Dane's cock. "Your turn, birthday boy."
He jerked Dane's cock hard and fast. I watched, enthralled, my breath lightly fogging the glass. One jerk, two, three. They smashed their lips together as Dane came, his head dropping to Drake's shoulder, teeth nipping through the t-shirt into skin as he grunted through his release.
"That's it, baby," Drake encouraged. "Come all over me."
Dane collapsed against Drake's body. Their arms wrapped around each other, quiet filling the garage once again.
I tried to control my breathing. My body was flushed with need, hot desire flowing through every part of me. My breasts felt heavy, my breathing ragged.
The boys slowly drew apart.
"Come on, better check on the kids."
Shit.
I made a dash for the door. I would have made it too, if not for the broom handle. My balance was immediately thrown off, my foot flying out from under me as the handle rolled under my foot. I slipped, landing awkwardly on my side, smacking into the concrete with a hard crack.
"Belle!" They were there, hands gently turning me, faces still flushed, clothes and hair rumpled. My face flushed, mortified that I'd interrupted their moment.
"I'm fine," I muttered, pulling away from their gentle hands. "Just tripped, is all."
"Why aren't you in bed?" Drake demanded as I pushed to my feet.
I lifted one shoulder in a shrug, ignoring the shooting pain the movement caused.
"She's sixteen. It's a weekend, and only just gone two. She's being a normal fucking teenager, you idiot,” Dane said, giving Drake an eye-roll. He turned to me. “But, babe, you're gonna have to explain why you were in the garage running away from our car at this time of night."
I froze, unable to make my mouth form the words.
Drake blew out a long breath, a hand running through his hair. "You saw."
I bit my lip, the heat on my cheeks betraying any denials I may have considered uttering.
They both fell silent, watching me and then glancing at each other in silent communication.
"We're bi,” Drake finally said. "Swing both ways."
"So, you're—what?" I whispered, hugging my arms to myself.
They both chuckled. "Let's just say nothing we feel for each other is brotherly."
"We're together," Dane told me.
"Oh.” I didn't know what to say. Congratulations? Happy life? How can I be a part of your coupledom?
Dane narrowed his eyes. “You liked what you saw, babe?"
Every single part of my body froze at the question. Their gazes were on me, hot and wanting. Desire rocketed through my veins, every inch of me hyper-aware of them.
