My mouth parts, the swirling hurricane of lust growing out of control. The need for him to take me here and now is so strong. I just needsomething. Any kind of euphoria he can give me, especially after Colten fucked me with his fingers and tongue today.
But I’ve been out of my birth control pills. Obviously, I didn’t think I would need them when I moved here since getting abducted by three hot brothers was the furthest possible thing from my mind.
Damn these Lindenvale boys and their hypnotizing physiques. They’re screwing with my head, and a part of me wants to give each of them a piece just to see what they do. See if they can probe and dissect the diseased parts of my brain because anyone in their right mind wouldn’t be contemplating how each one of them could bring me pleasure.
I scramble off Cameron, tripping over the blanket as I rise to my feet with the same clumsiness of a basset hound tripping over their ears. Ignoring his heated eyes branding my skin, I grab all the ice cream bowls off the coffee table and rush into the kitchen.
It’s blistering hot in this house.
I toss the bowls in the sink and grab the container of sprinkles, taking it back to the giant walk-in pantry with the same marble countertops and shelves as the kitchen. I don’t need the stool, so rising on my toes, I reach and place the sprinkles back, hoping that busying myself will dampen the need for Cameron to touch me more.
Who am I kidding? There isn’t a distraction in the world that could keep me from lusting over him.
The quiet click of a door sends chills through my skin, and I lower to the flats of my feet in panic.
I whip around, my heart hammering uncontrollably.
Cameron has his arms knit over his chest, with the pantry door shut behind him, and a wicked smile lifts his lips. “A win is a win, Princess. I’m ready to claim my reward.”
TWENTY-THREE | TARYN
Istep backward, my back pressing painfully into the marble countertop as he advances toward me. Each progressive step thunders through the floor and zips through my limbs, making me shake more.
I swallow the dryness in my throat.
He reaches for the hem of his blue shirt, removing it flawlessly to reveal the hard lines of his muscles, each one taut and lickable. Just like I felt the vein under his cock on my tongue, I wonder what it would feel like to drift it over the cords in his neck and down his abdomen.
He tilts his head, increasing the panic coursing through me and flooding straight to my core.
My unsteady voice spills out. “Do you have a condom?” I manage to speak through ragged breaths.
He shakes his head slowly with the kind of speed that I assume psychopaths use. The kind of speed that is terrifyingly thrilling. He steps into my body, allowing my breasts to mold against his chest. The layer of my clothing between us does nothing to dampen the heat emitting from him.
This feels like a dream. That he’s not actually here, preying on me in this pantry, despite how badly I want him. How sad is it that I would jump on any of them right now? And just thinking of Brennan and Colten joining in on this makes my insides coil with a neediness I’ve never experienced.
My teeth clamp onto my bottom lip, my eyes scanning his. “I’m not on birth control.”
The breath is expelled from my lungs as his lips curve. “Well, it’s a good thing my side of the bet was claiming your ass then.”
Somehow, those words ignite a stick of dynamite embedded in my bones. At first, it starts as a tremble in my legs as the sparkling fuse burns. But the second his hands find my waist and wriggle under my shirt, my fragile limbs can barely take the blow, my legs wobbling at his foul mouth and how scared I am about doing anal before anything else. But the need to continue is more governing than my fear.
Lifting it over my head, he tosses my shirt on the floor near the pantry door. He removes my shorts next, and I step out of them, standing before him in my black silk bra and panty set. Cameron’s hands clench at his sides.
Oh my God, he’s collecting all his control not to devour me immediately. His eyes give him away. The way they roam and lock on to various parts of my body. He’s savoring how I’m completely at his mercy.
A delicate animal cornered by a beast with nowhere to run.
The rough pads of his fingers glide up the ridges of my spine, picking away at the clasp on my bra until I feel the material loosen. He gently removes it from my breasts, his eyes not once leaving my cold and hard nipples. I take a step backward, noticing the way his cock strains even more against his sweats as my trembling fingers gracefully slip under the band of my panties.
“Fuck, Taryn,” he breathes as I throw them to join the heap of clothes collecting on the floor.
I flip my hair behind my back timidly, letting his hands float up my stomach to cup my breasts. I don’t have big tits, but they fit perfectly in his hands.
In Colten’s hands.
Cameron removes his sweats, freeing his stiff cock from confinement.
“On your knees for your huntsman, Princess. You’re going to swallow my cock first before your ass does.”
