Credence

by Penelope Douglas

  He exhales and lifts me up higher, gripping my ass as we reach the second floor. I look down at him, our lips almost touching. He opens the door, Noah squeezing past, because Kaleb and I are lost in each other for a moment.

  The door at the top of the stairs creaks open, and I can hear Noah breathing from here.

  “Get her ass up here,” he breathes out. “I’m dying.”

  I dart out my tongue, licking Kaleb’s lip, before sinking into his mouth. I move over his lips, nibbling and tasting, as he closes the bottom door and climbs the steps up to his bedroom. My heart swells, and I almost want to laugh or cry, because there’s too much going on inside me.

  We reach the top, that door closing, too. The fire burns, and the air is warm, Kaleb’s smell making my skin hum.

  My pussy clenches, feeling his big bed looming behind me.

  I start to lower my feet to the floor, but all of a sudden, Noah wraps his arms around my torso and pulls me back into him instead. My toes touch the hardwood floor, and I stare at Kaleb as his brother whispers in my ear.

  “He could be gone days,” he says, reaching around and pinching my clit between his fingers. “Days, Tiernan.”

  I arch my back, the little pain and the promise of what they could do to me in their father’s absence sending a shockwave through my body.

  Fuck, yes.

  The pain in my arm is gone, and I can’t feel anything other than my heart beat right now.

  Breaking away, I stumble backward, my lungs getting smaller. I can’t get enough air. They face me, slowly stalking toward me, Kaleb rubbing his cock through his jeans.

  The backs of my knees hit the bed, and I fall to my ass, hitting the sheets.

  Crawling back, I move over the bed on my hands and knees, watching them come for me.

  “We took care of you,” Noah says, quirking a smile as he rubs himself through his jeans, too. “Now, take care of us.”

  He rushes me, coming in, catching me, and cupping my face as both of us fall to the bed.

  I land on my back, my head hitting the pillow as Noah lies at my side.

  “Noah…” I let out a small cry.

  “Shhhh.”

  “I’m scared,” I whisper.

  Kaleb circles the bed, watching as Noah strokes my hair.

  He threads my braid through his fingers. “We’re going to fuck you, baby.”

  His hand dips between my legs, and Kaleb grabs my ankle, pulling my thighs apart.

  Noah sinks two fingers inside me, and I gasp as they slip in easily, wet as I am.

  Noah’s lips find mine, and he kisses as he pumps his fingers slowly. “Wider, baby,” he begs.

  I spread both thighs wider as his tongue moves in my mouth and then moves to my breasts, sucking and biting my nipple.

  I look up at Kaleb as I move into his brother’s hand, seeking his fingers out and wanting to move at my pace.

  “Goddamn,” Noah grits out. “Man, she’s tight.”

  He fills me, but I want him deeper. I’m craving more, his body, his muscles, I want it all fucking me.

  “Don’t stop,” I groan. God, he feels good.

  But more. I need more.

  I take his face, bringing his mouth to mine, and he keeps fingering me as his mouth moves over mine, teasing me down to my belly.

  Something knocks him, breaking the kiss, and before I can open my eyes, Kaleb’s lips are on mine, kissing me hard from above. Noah sinks into my neck, kissing behind my ear, and I grapple for Kaleb’s belt, trying to unfasten it.

  He stops me, though, and I open my eyes to see him rise off the bed and undo it himself.

  Noah follows, standing up and dropping his pants, his belt hitting the floor. He pauses a moment, staring down at me, and my pussy wants his fingers back. Or something.

  I drop my eyes, seeing his cock sticking straight out like a steel rod, and I shoot up, the ribbon still in my hair dangling over my temple.

  I open my mouth, wanting to taste him.

  But he pushes me back down, coming down on top of me, and pulling the sheet over us.

  “I’m first,” he growls over my mouth. He reaches over, and I hear the drawer open as he takes something out.

  His dick nudges my pussy, and I grind into it, so fucking ready to have him inside me.

  “Tiernan, stop that.” He bares his teeth, frustrated, and tears the condom open before reaching down and slipping it on.

  I kiss his jaw a million times, wrapping my arms around him and then dragging his bottom lip out between my teeth.

  He fits his cock at my entrance, rises up to look down at me, and grabs my hip, thrusting himself inside.

  I stretch, tight around his cock, and squeeze my eyes shut as he hits my spot deep. I whimper.

  “Jesus Christ,” he groans, his face twisted in pain. He breathes hard and fast as he pulls out and thrusts back in. “She’s so damn tight. Jesus.”

  I hold his hips, dragging my nails over his skin as I spread my thighs wider.

  Noah is always warm. He’s the one who smiles at me and always makes me feel like my lungs are full.

  “You feel so good,” I say quietly. “Don’t stop, Noah.”

  He smiles and comes down, squeezing a breast as he starts to pump his hips, faster and harder.

  “You keep talking, and I’ll come too soon,” he tells me, amusement in his voice.

  I seek his lips and take them with mine, kissing him slow and deep as we fuck in his brother’s bed. Sliding out, he thrusts quickly back inside me, and I squeeze his hips, guiding him and rolling my hips into him to meet each move.

  I moan as we kiss, the world around me spinning. His hand moves over my body, touching me everywhere, and his mouth grazes my forehead.

  “Such a good girl, Tiernan,” he whispers as his lips dip to suck on my nipples next. I hold his head to me, his words making me want to smile. He knows I’m not a

  good girl.

  I’m a bad one. But I’m their bad one.

  I moan, arching my back for his mouth and how good his dick feels.

  He comes back up, thrusting harder and my pussy clenching around him as my orgasm crests.

  “We’re so fucking lucky,” he gasps, kissing my nose and lips. “Such a sweet little cunt.”

  I moan, both of us moving in sync as our pace quickens and I start to come.

  But then I look up, seeing Kaleb.

  My body stills, but Noah keeps going, barely noticing.

  Kaleb stands in the dark corner, his jeans unfastened but still on as he watches me. I hold onto Noah as my body moves up and down the mattress with his thrusts, Kaleb’s eyes on me turning me on even more. My pussy contracts, I don’t blink, and my body tenses, every muscle tightening as I come.

  I cry out, looking at Kaleb as I shudder and shake, struggling for breath. The orgasm rocks through me, his eyes not faltering as his brother fucks me, and my pussy warms as I grow wetter. I want to know what he’s thinking. I want him to know what this means to me, and loving them is the only time I feel brave.

  I flip Noah and me over, pinning him on his back as I straddle him.

  Now it’s Kaleb’s turn.

  Noah sucks in air through his teeth, grappling for my body, but I don’t stay there. Spinning around, I give him my ass and look over my shoulder at Kaleb, so he can watch.

  I reach underneath me, fit Noah back inside, and lower myself onto him again.

  Slowly, I roll my hips, looking back at him still standing in the corner as I ride his brother. Noah’s cock slips in and out, and he fists my ass in both his hands, grunting.

  “Fuck, Tiernan,” he groans.

  He bends his knees up, so I can lean into them while I move, but I hold Kaleb’s eyes.

  I want to see you happy.

  I take out my braids, leaving just the ribbon, and his gaze trails down my back to my ass as it moves, rolling in and out on top of another man.

  I crook my finger.

  And I swear I see a small smile.
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  He comes over, and I point to the space on the bed in front of me. Figuring out what I mean, he walks to the end of the mattress and drops his jeans, climbing onto the bed and kneeling at the end.

  I look down, my heart skipping a beat and my mouth going dry as I take him in. I didn’t get much of a view that day in the barn.

  Fucking Noah, I lean forward and take Kaleb in my mouth, his long, thick muscle hard as a rock. I fist the base, because I can’t take it all, and suck him slow and gentle, licking and teasing with my tongue.

  He threads his fingers through my hair, and I rock on Noah, our moans filling the room as the winter rages outside. Using my good arm to prop myself up, I stroke him softly as I trail kisses up his abs, reveling in his smooth, tight skin and his taste.

  Diving back down, I sink my mouth down him farther and farther, feeling him tap the back of my throat. He jerks, a strangled groan leaving his throat.

  I move up and down him, rolling my ass for Noah as I suck on Kaleb, every once in a while stopping to suck on his tip, tasting a little of his cum.

  Noah digs his fingers into my hips, pumping me from the bottom, and I know he’s about to come. But Kaleb grabs me and pulls me off his straining cock, kissing my mouth fierce and hard. He climbs off the bed, pulling me with him, and shoves me back at the bed, facing Noah this time.

  I narrow my eyes, not understanding. What?

  He pushes into me from behind, forcing me back on the bed, and I climb on his brother, regular cowgirl this time. I slide back onto Noah, Kaleb pushing me forward onto his brother’s body. I stop breathing for a moment. What is he…?

  Then, I feel it.

  Him, behind me. Between our legs, his fingers press into my…other place.

  I tense up.

  Uhh… I’m down with a lot, but I don’t think this is…a good idea.

  Kaleb pulls me up and turns my face to him, guiding my hips. I move on Noah, holding Kaleb’s eyes as he taunts my ass, working the tip of his finger inside me.

  I swallow, tightening up, but he moves my hand to my pussy, telling me to prime myself.

  I rub my clit in soft, slow circles, and that’s where we stay for a minute. Noah pawing my tits as I play with myself and Kaleb’s finger rests inside me. Slowly, I relax.

  And after a couple minutes, I start backing up into it, my orgasm building again.

  His finger feels good. It feels bad, but in all the good ways.

  Gently, he pushes me forward, and I dive into Noah’s mouth, moving up and down on his cock.

  Kaleb’s dick presses into me, crowning me, and I let out a long breath, moving into it as he pushes just inside.

  Liquid fire courses through me, and I suck in air through my teeth as he slides in very slowly. Breath by breath, he sinks deeper inside, and I take it slowly, adjusting and relaxing.

  “Good girl,” Noah says. “I warned you.”

  I breathe out a weak laugh. Yeah, you did.

  He told me Kaleb wanted it this way.

  My body accepts them both, and slowly, we start to move. Noah cups one breast and holds my neck with the other hand, while Kaleb takes the other breast and grips my hip. I roll down Noah, taking Kaleb inside and sway back, sliding Kaleb out as I take Noah in.

  I close my eyes, arching my back and jutting out my ass for Kaleb. Kaleb thrusts into me, our pace quickly speeding up, and after a moment, the boys are doing all the work. Noah fucks me from the bottom, while Kaleb slams into my ass again and again, everything filled, and my body on fire.

  “You like it?” Noah asks.

  I nod, delirious with pleasure. “Yeah.”

  Kaleb fucks my ass but brings me up to kiss him, everything about his lips soft and sweet.

  He looks at me, both boys not letting up as they take what they want.

  But for me, time stands still.

  His gaze holds mine as he caresses my face, and I feel like he wants to say so much, but he won’t. I feel it, though.

  I feel safe.

  “Kaleb,” I mouth over his lips. “Do this again to me tomorrow?”

  He nods and buries his mouth in my neck. I smile.

  They massage my breasts, and I struggle to keep my moans in check.

  God, what is Jake going to say? Or do?

  “Our little secret,” Noah says, coming up to suck on my nipple. “Our sweet little secret.”

  I kiss Kaleb as Noah kisses me, and I hold his head to my body, loving his tongue on my flesh.

  Skin on skin fills the room as my ass slaps into Kaleb, and Noah tenses under me, groaning.

  I drag my nails up my thighs as Noah thrusts into me and comes, and Kaleb holds my face to him, staring hard at me as we fuck.

  I tighten around him, feeling my orgasm coming again, and I rub my clit to help it along.

  My body warms, my nerves firing inside me as the sensation of both holes filled drives me over the edge. I scream, coming as Kaleb grips my hair and thrusts into me harder, burying himself to the hilt.

  “Oh, God!” I cry out.

  My breasts bob as he rides my ass, and I can’t take anymore. I fall forward, the only thing keeping me up is him holding my hair.

  He grunts, lets out short breaths, and punches hard, gasping for air as he spills inside of me.

  “God,” I gasp, shaking.

  Sweat trickles down my back, and Kaleb releases me, letting me fall onto Noah. Our wet bodies stick, but I don’t care. Noah wraps his arms around me as Kaleb tries to calm down behind me, his hand pressing into my lower back.

  I close my eyes, sated and high. I have no idea what tomorrow brings, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m exactly where I want to be, and for tonight, at least, I’m staying.

  L.A. and my life there once upon a time is a million miles away. This is my home.

  A while later, the fire crackles as Noah sleeps soundly, and Kaleb holds me to his body. I drift in and out, hearing the wind blow, but I’m warm and safe inside.

  Something tugs at my hair ever so gently, and I vaguely register soft silk dragging over my forehead. I blink my eyes open to see Kaleb fist my red ribbon in his hand and reach under his head, stuffing it back inside his pillow-case.

  I smile, holding back my laugh, and go back to sleep.

  Tiernan

  I wake up, the morning light falling across my face, and jerk, squeezing my eyes shut again as I turn over.

  But as I roll onto my left arm, pain shoots down to my fingertips and everything comes flooding back all at once. I groan, shooting up in bed.

  The sheet falls to my waist as I look around the room—Kaleb’s room—and I see that I’m alone.

  I look down at my bandaged arm, seeing blood seeping through. God, what was I thinking last night?

  An ache rocks through my head, and I flinch, rubbing the back of my neck. After the fire and the injury, I decided to lose my mind and…

  Images flash of the three of us, and I shake my head clear. I can’t face it. Not yet. Not that I didn’t absolutely love everything that happened in here last night, but I shouldn’t have done it.

  Jesus. I stumble out of the bed, my legs weak as I grab for the first piece of clothing I find on the floor. I need some ibuprofen and a shower. My entire body is on fire.

  The time on the clock on the bedside table flashes two-sixteen a.m., but I know it’s later than that. They must’ve gotten the electricity working again. Thank goodness.

  I slip on the black T-shirt, Kaleb’s scent wafting over me, and goosebumps spread down my legs, remembering how good he felt.

  And for a moment I’m almost lost again. My heart aches a little, still feeling his eyes. His mouth. His arms.

  Something starts beeping from outside, and I blink, hearing the digger. It makes that sound when it’s put in reverse. They must be dealing with the damage.

  I leave the room, heading downstairs, and I glance through Noah’s open door as I head into the bathroom. His room is empty. It’s unlike him to be up and doing chores at this
time of day, willingly at least. He must be pretty scared of his father.

  How did the fire start? Now that I have a clear head, it doesn’t make sense. They’ve lived up here their whole lives. Jake taught them how to be diligent in turning off machinery and not leaving fires to burn unattended.

  I step softly into the bathroom and reach behind the shower curtain, turning on the water. It must be something we didn’t realize was a problem. Like Noah said, something electrical, maybe.

  Leaning against the sink, I lift my arm a little, whimpering as it aches. The muscles are tight, and I look down at it, starting to unwrap the gauze.

  But I hear steps enter the bathroom, and I look up, seeing Kaleb. Showered, shaved, dressed in clean jeans and a navy-blue T-shirt, and my cheeks warm, thinking about how I loved everything about him last night.

  And here I am, dirty, hair hanging in my face, and a night’s worth of blood and sweat on me. Not just my sweat, either.

  He carries the red tin and comes over, setting it down and pushing my hair back, inspecting my face. My skin warms at his touch, and as he turns my head, caressing my cheek, it takes me a minute to figure out what he’s doing.

  The slaps. He’s making sure I’m not bruised.

  I stare at his mouth, wishing I could’ve heard his voice last night. I almost thought I did a couple times.

  I reach up, touching his cheek, too, starting to believe I imagined everything I felt coming off him last night, but… he turns away, pulling back a little.

  My hand stays there, suspended as he drops his own and starts rummaging through the tin.

  Tears springs to my eyes. The old Kaleb is back.

  “Kaleb…” I murmur.

  He doesn’t make eye contact—his eyes narrowed as he removes the rest of the old bandages and starts cleaning the stitches.

  “I don’t know what you were saying last night,” I tell him. “But I felt it.”

  He sits me down on the edge of the tub and squats down, wrapping a new bandage around my arm.

  I stare at him, the shame starting to creep in when he won’t look at me.

  It didn’t feel bad last night. I didn’t feel the shame then.

  Now, he’s probably wondering what schedule the slut is on. Who gets me on Thursdays? On Tuesdays? Do we meet in my bed or do I come to yours?