by Kane, Jessa
At my admission, they both groan up at the ceiling. “That’s our brave girl. Built to ease a man’s suffering, weren’t you?” Nick says, tracing his lips through my hair, comforting me with strokes of his callused hands. “Daddy needs some sucking now, Penny. He’s getting jealous watching someone else tap that pretty pussy. You don’t want me to be jealous, do you?”
“No, Daddy,” I gasp, my body shaking with the vibration of Zeke’s hardest pump. It goes deeper than the rest and seems to incite him. Zeke bares his teeth and falls forward, his forehead resting on my right shoulder as he starts taking me in earnest—without restraint—his hips pounding me into the bed. Oh my God, it’s so much pressure. So many new sensations. Some bad, but mostly good. More and more, they’re good. “Zeke,” I moan.
“Your brother giving you hell, sweetheart?” Nick grunts, coming to a kneel on the left side of my head, his two hefty thighs filling my vision, along with the ruddy red flesh dangling in between. “Dial it back, son,” warns Nick, his hand working up and down his fat, curved inches. “Don’t make me stop you.”
Zeke is barely recognizable as he lifts his head, his eyes glazed as if in the middle of a fever dream. “Don’t want to hurt her…” he slurs, a shudder passing through him. “But every time I try to slow down, it tightens up. It’s provoking me. Can’t quit. Can’t stop pounding this teasing little cunt.”
“If you don’t want to see her cry, you’ll find a way,” snaps Nick, stroking himself faster. “God knows I’ll lose my mind if one tear rolls down her cheek.”
I’m on the verge of another scream when Zeke’s head comes up, concern written all over his gorgeous face. And that’s what makes all the difference. Not his hips slowing down or his mouth laying apologetic kisses on my shoulder. No, the pain of losing my virginity dulls because of their affection for me. It’s threaded into their hunger, it’s in every slide of their fingertips and groan of my name. Their attention on me is as reverent as it is lustful and in response, my own pleasure grows.
Zeke’s hard drives no longer jar me. I close my eyes and feel for a solution and we’re suddenly moving together, tilting my hips so he can rub against my clit with every thrust. Nick’s fingers trail down my stomach and find my clit, while Zeke bucks into me with controlled force. Only when I arch my back and whimper with pleasure does Nick slide into my mouth, fucking it with possessive pumps, rewarding me with rougher fondles between my thighs.
I’m being tag teamed, my body being used for the sexual gratification of two men and they’re bringing me along with them, coaxing me a little closer to the finish line with every growling roll of Zeke’s hips, every tease of Nick’s finger pads.
“Could’ve taken this slower, but you’ll forgive us, won’t you, sweetheart?” Nick’s voice scrapes along my nipples, caresses my inner thighs…and my mouth automatically sucks him with more enthusiasm. Just for being my Daddy. “Comes a time when a little girl becomes a temptation.”
Zeke bares his teeth against my cheek, the slap of our flesh filling the air. “Can’t have you tempting anyone but us.”
“That’s right,” grates Nick, a drop of his pre-come sliding down my throat. “Start looking too damn sweet and decisions have to be made. Don’t want to keep you under lock and key, do we?” He grips himself and jerks another spurt into my throat, those powerful thighs flexing in the dark. “No. Can’t do that. Because you’d break the rules eventually, wouldn’t you? You’d go giggling to the boys with your fresh pussy barely hidden under your skirt.” He pushes his entire length into my mouth, making me choke. Holding my lips flush with an unrelenting hand. “Daddy would much rather give you his cock than punish you with his belt. This is how we’ll let those boys know. Well fucked and double bred is how we issue a warning.”
“You’re goddamn right,” Zeke pushes through his teeth, his control visibly slipping as he grinds into me, once, twice, his movements getting jerkier by the second. “Can’t hold on to it. Can’t take her looking up at me all innocent when she’s choking the come right out of me.”
Nick takes his hand from between my legs and licks his fingers. “You going to creampie your little sister, son?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” Zeke falls on me, face contorted with pain. “Come on, baby sis. Already got your cherry juice all over my dick. Give me the rest.”
He drives into me one final time, his breath rasping in my ear—his inhales and exhales stopping altogether—then the loudest groan I’ve ever heard is issued into the crook of my neck. It’s so raw and honest, Zeke’s body deflating with such intensity, that I push my hips up against him, undulating against his jerking male flesh, and I find my peak, my thighs cinching together as spasms wrack me.
“Good girl, good girl, good girl,” Zeke chants in my ear, Nick’s hands stroking my hair away from my face. Both of them praising me with gruff words.
Oh my God. I’ve never flown like this. Never knew it was possible. I’m twisting at the middle, trying to combat the relentless perfection of the climax, but it continues to attack me, stealing the air from my lungs and turning the flesh between my thighs to mindless, clenching nerves. “Oh. Oh, Zeke. Daddy.”
I’ve just finished shaking from my orgasm when Zeke’s weight leaves me. Familiar callused hands catch me around the waist and flip me over, yanking my hips into the air with such blatant possession, renewed heat fills my loins.
Nick’s abrasive jaw drags down over my shoulder, his teeth catching my earlobe. “Daddy’s turn, sweetheart.” A hand claps over my mouth—Nick’s—as the very same man thrusts into me from behind. My eyes tear from the force. At first. It becomes welcome after that first invasion, especially when Zeke appears in front of me, tucking my hair behind my ears and feeding me encouraging kisses.
“Daddy’s done letting the kids play,” Nick growls into the air above my head. “Finish him off.”
I’m a means of pleasure after that. I’m Daddy’s toy—and he hasn’t found waiting easy. That much is obvious. He’s rock hard and relentless, pounding into me from behind like a man possessed, making my teeth clack together in between tender kisses from Zeke. His forearm holds my hips steady, so I have no leeway to rebound from the force of his drives. They’re a punishment and a reward at the same time and this…this is exactly what I need from this man.
Zeke and the unruly hormonal lust between us is spent for now, but my hunger for Nick is still at its peak. Such a different kind of hunger, though. A requirement for his twisted discipline. For a unique kind of affection from my provider. He’s Daddy and he’s had a hard day and nothing will make it better but his little girl. Having that responsibility makes my inner walls clench around him, makes me whine his name.
“Hell, you were right. She’s tighter than fuck.” My thighs can barely support me against Nick’s furious forward movements, but when I start to slip, he yanks me back up and goes harder, snarling into my hair. “Only one place Daddy can get what he needs now. Right in between your little girl legs. Ask me for it.”
Until I try to speak, I don’t realize how short of breath I am, my sides heaving like I’ve just run a race. “Can I h-have your come, Daddy?”
Zeke catches my mouth for a long kiss as soon as I’m finished asking the question, one hand’s fingers weaving in my hair, the other finding my nipples and playing with them until everything, everything begins to tighten. Oh God, it’s happening again, different this time. Instead of my clit being rubbed and stimulated, it’s a place deep inside me I never knew existed. And it’s being rammed again and again, making my vision double, then triple.
“Goddamn. She’s starting to shake again, man.” Zeke’s voice smokes out against my lips, his tongue smoothing along the seem of my panting mouth. “I know a little virgin who loves to fuck.” He shakes his head, a wicked glint in his eye. “Coming for your brother and your Daddy in the same night. That pussy is tight, but shit, baby, it’s greedy.”
Whether it’s the forbidden fantasy or Nick’s never-ending torture of
that place deep inside me, my muscles begin to clench and shudder. “Oh my God. Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Nick’s fingers slip between my legs and I come with one crude tweak of his fingers, my body fragmenting and flying around the room, my sex contracting so hard, I scream bloody murder. And that’s when Zeke presses my upper half down into the mattress, muffling my cries as Nick pounds into my body one final time, roaring my name as heat floods me. It mixes with the liquid heat Zeke left inside me, overflowing and dribbling down my inner thighs. It doesn’t end. Nick continues to jerk my hips back, choked curses rasping from his mouth as he thrustthrustthrusts.
I’m not sure how long Nick’s peak lasts, but I fade in and out of consciousness, Zeke’s voice a reassurance in my ear. Three victims of an earthquake, battling out the final aftershock together. When it’s over, my body is quickly wedged in between two heaving, lathered male chests, arms wrapped around me tight. Their lips tunnel through my hair, land on my face, my lips and shoulders.
“Amazing girl. Our Penny.”
“No one will ever take you away.”
“Lie still. Let our come do what it’s supposed to do, baby.”
“Took her hard, brave little thing.”
I fall asleep surrounded by strong, loving heartbeats and the comforting belief that everything is going to be all right, as long as I have these men.
How quickly things can change.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nick
G od, she’s beautiful when she sleeps. Her long, blonde hair is in disarray on the pillows, her mouth in a pouting bow. Zeke’s fingers are still curled around some strands of her hair, as if he passed out in the process of bringing it toward his nose for a sniff. The swells of her sweet, young tits rest on my chest, her nipples lost in my chest hair. I’ve got a hard-on to beat the fucking band. It’s pressed in between Penny’s belly and my own, begging for her pussy, but no way I’m taking her again tonight. She’s worn out, still covered in our come and definitely sore.
I told myself I’d take her with more care. Didn’t happen that way, though. She gives me feverlust, this girl. When she’s in that take-me-take-me state, like earlier tonight, control is futile. Lord, she accepted me so good in that tight body, milking me dry until I fucking collapsed. She’s more incredible than anything I could have imagined—and while I’m still not fucking happy about sharing her with another man, I’m starting to understand why she finds it’s necessary.
Penny is…love. That’s a fanciful thing for an old bastard like me to say. Or even think. But hell if it isn’t true. She’s full of love, this girl we rescued from the flames. There’s too much inside of her to give only one man. It’s selfish of me to want to hoard that love all to myself, but that’s my instinct. Doing so would hurt Penny, though, and I’m not capable of making her unhappy. Her happiness has become my reason for getting up every morning.
Which is why I hate lying to her. Even by omission. I told Penny I had a meeting yesterday, but didn’t tell her where. Or why. The suspicious nature of the fire that killed Penny’s father got the cops involved early. My friend at the police department came through with a tip—my meeting yesterday was with him at the precinct. I was already aware of Penny’s father’s gambling debts, but now I know his creditor.
Boris Volkov. A Russian mob giant with a lot of influence, not to mention murderous tendencies. A man who’s been suspected of setting more than one fire. What my cop friend told me chilled me to the bone. When a gambling debt goes unpaid, Volkov goes after the entire family. Penny was meant to die in the fire…and Volkov likely won’t stop trying to stub out her light.
Over my dead body.
The Russian is elusive, though, and moves around between several hideouts to avoid law enforcement. My first attempt to find him yesterday at an underground gambling den just past the city limits brought me up empty. He’s on the move. I just have to find him. And I won’t stop until I do.
I realize my hands are racing over Penny’s hip and ribcage, as if to reassure myself that she’s safe. She stirs in her sleep and nestles closer to me, making my heart boom like a dropped microphone. When my phone starts to buzz on the nightstand, that’s what I think I’m hearing. But…no. Zeke’s phone goes off seconds later, rattling right and left behind him.
We’re trained to wake up and be clear-headed on the turn of a dime and that’s exactly what happens. We each sit up in twisted sheets and answer our phones, a dispatcher’s voice filling my ear with fire codes and an address. I can tell by Zeke’s expression that he’s hearing the same exact thing. A look passes between us, both of our gazes dropping to Penny immediately after.
She’s already stretching sleepily, her unclothed body on full display. Her smile dims when she sees our faces. “Is something wrong?”
Zeke cups her cheek. “There’s a large structure fire downtown. Ten-story building. It’s not our district, but they’re calling in trucks from all over the city.”
Penny sits up slowly, her face white as a ghost. “Are you going to be in danger?”
Neither one of us says anything, which is answer enough.
I press a kiss to her forehead, then climb out of bed. “You stay inside this apartment, sweetheart. Door locked.”
“Don’t leave for any reason,” Zeke says, pulling on jeans, zipping them up over his erection with a wince. “Promise us.”
I’m in the same state of arousal, because there’s no way around it. Penny is kneeling naked on the bed, eyes wide as silver dollars, her lower lip trembling. An insanely beautiful angel, covered in moonlight. My protective instincts are bashing against my insides, howling at me to comfort her. Lay her down and slide into her cunt real slow, fuck her with deep, long pumps until she starts to hiccup my name, while I whisper in her ear that I’m never leaving her. Not fucking ever.
I open my mouth to ask Penny one more time for her promise to stay put, when she bounds out of the bed and throws herself into my arms. My cock protests the confines of my pants, my hands roaming down to her bare ass out of necessity. “Everything is going to be fine. We’ll be home before you know it.”
“You better,” she mutters, stepping back, turning and walking face first into Zeke’s waiting embrace. “I’m not happy about this.”
Zeke and I laugh. “Trust us, baby,” he says. “Neither are we.”
I walk forward to join them, wrapping a hand around the nape of her neck. I’m hot as hell to kiss her myself, but I put myself to the test, fighting my possessive urges and sharing instead. Like she needs. I have to give Penny what she needs. “Give him a kiss goodbye.”
Energy snaps in the air between Zeke and Penny, Zeke swooping down with a groan to molest her little pink mouth with a hunger I recognize in myself, although it’s far more untamed. A young man’s urgency. When I sense Penny is running out of air and Zeke has no intention of giving her oxygen, I tug her away and feast on that mouth myself. My kiss is meant more to calm her than rile her up, though. It’s slow. A promise of things to come. As I feel it working, her body sagging into me, a sense of rightness fills me so completely, I’m shaken by the time I pull away.
“Come back to me,” she whispers a moment later, closing and locking the door behind us. And I’ve fought fires my entire adult life, but I’ve never been so determined to live through one, knowing the kind of happiness waiting for me on the other side. Penny.
* * *
Zeke
It’s bad.
Catastrophic.
When our truck arrives on the scene, it’s mayhem. The streets surrounding the out-of-control fire are littered with cops trying to corral pajama-clad tenants behind caution tape, EMTs treating burn victims and giving oxygen to others. Trucks are in haphazard rows, ladders raised, hoses drilling water into the building from all sides. There is no organization whatsoever.
I’ve barely stepped out of the truck and opened the equipment compartment when a woman in a fuzzy pink robe rushes toward me, grabbing me by the front of my turnou
t coat.
“Please…” Her eyes are wild, the fire reflecting in their depths. “I can’t find my mother. I-I…she’s older and moves slow. I was in a rush to get my kids out, but when I went back for her, she wasn’t in her bed.”
Nick steps up beside me. “Did you check to see if she was being treated?”
“She’s not. I’ve looked everywhere.” The woman presses a hand to her mouth and turns in a circle. “There’s no way she could have gotten out fast enough. Not without help…”
“Which floor is she on?” I ask, pulling an axe off the truck.
“Second—” Her eyes widen on the building, her fingers grabbing at my sleeve. “Jesus, there she is! I can see her in the window.”
The woman lunges toward the fire, but Nick catches her around the waist, the woman’s arms and legs pinwheeling in every direction. “Point her out,” he orders loudly to be heard over the sirens. “Which window?”
A keening sound breaks from the woman’s mouth, her shaking finger lifting to indicate a corner apartment on the second floor, where the outline of a person can indeed be seen behind a window. The woman inside is waving something that looks like a handkerchief, her movements sluggish.
“Ma’am, you need to remain behind the caution tape,” I shout, already jogging toward the closest building entrance. “Don’t follow us in.”
I say us, because I know Nick is already right behind me. Not that I would ever admit it out loud or say it to his face, but the lieutenant is pretty much a legend at the department. When I was a rookie, rumor had it Nick was immortal. Until Penny, he’s someone I knew from a distance, but as we charge into the smoke-filled stairwell, hooking right on the second floor toward the apartment where the woman is trapped, there’s a connection between us that wasn’t there before. We’re obsessed with the same woman and she needs us both. Her happiness depends on us both coming home and we’re walking into a death trap.
