by L. P. Maxa
I buried my face in her neck, making her giggle. “Just wait, baby, it gets better.”
The next sex scene was only a few minutes later, and like I figured she would, Katie took notice.
She started to fidget in her seat a little, rubbing her thighs together every few seconds. I hid my smirk behind my bag of popcorn, whispering, “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
I let my hand trail up the inside of her thigh. “You sure? Because if there is something I can do for you, all you have to do is ask.” I looked back to the screen, leaving it all up to her and praying she’d make a move. She put one foot on the ground, opening herself up for me. “Is that you asking?” She bit her lip, nodding her head. I licked my lips and moved my hand higher, pulling her panties to the side and toying with her clit. I grabbed the blanket we’d been using and covered us entirely. I gripped her hip, laying down a little more and bringing her pelvis flush against mine. I wanted nothing more than to rip off all her clothes and bury my dick inside her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough at this point.
She put her hand on my neck, speaking quietly along the shell of my ear. “Please, Cash.” She took my wrist with her hand, and guided my finger inside her pussy. She let out a little gasp when I hooked my finger forward, then dropped her head to my shoulder. I kept going, and eventually she was riding my palm. If anyone looked back here, they would think we were fucking.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered us both to the ground. I sat with my back against the seats and she was straddling my lap, rubbing against my hand. I put the blanket around her back, making us our own little tent. “Take out my dick, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate, she pulled the elastic of my shorts out of the way and put her fist around the head. She sat up completely, my fingers slipping out of her, and then before I could stop her she sank down on the length of my cock.
“Baby, this isn’t a good idea.” I leaned my head back, holding her in place and trying like hell to do the right thing.
She whispered against my lips, rocking against me. “I know. I know. It’s just…” She let her words trail off and she started to grind her hips.
I took her face in my hands, making her meet my eyes. “The second you feel like you’re going to come, you hop off, you got it?” She nodded, her pulse pounding in her neck. I clenched my teeth. I clenched every damn muscle that I fucking had. I put my hands on her ass, helping her, showing her how to ride me. Showing her how to get herself off. My whole body was shaking, and my heart was pounding so effing loud I couldn’t hear anything else.
Nothing had ever felt as good as Katie bare. I knew there was no way I’d be able to stop myself from coming if her walls started to milk my dick. No fucking way. I was about out of time when she climbed off and took my dick in her hand. I slid two fingers inside her perfect pussy and we both came within seconds.
***
“Oh. You’re home.” Crue stopped short, putting his hands on either side of the doorframe. I glanced up, refusing to wince when I saw his bruised nose.
I kept making my sandwich. “Katie and Avory are having dinner with Halen and Landry.” I put the bread and fixings together and took a big bite, talking around it, “You want one?” It was a sibling olive branch. I couldn’t help myself.
“Nah, man, I’m good.” He dropped his arms, like some of the fight was leaving him. “Thanks.”
I took another bite and then shoved some chips in my mouth. “Where were you guys today? We watched Bull Durham.” And I tried to talk to him three different times, always forgetting he wasn’t there and we were fighting.
“I didn’t want to explain to them why I looked like this.” He pointed to his face. “You were right. I did deserve it. What I said about Katie, it wasn’t okay.”
I raised an eyebrow. Was he actually apologizing? Color me fucking shocked. “You were upset.”
“Doesn’t make it right.”
I nodded. “I shouldn’t have hit you in the face.” I grinned. “I should have gut-checked you and called it a day.”
He hung his head, laughing quietly. “Yeah. Next time you feel the need to punch me, do it where it’s not so noticeable.” He stepped into the kitchen and sat down at a barstool. “I told mom and dad that you accidentally elbowed me when we were helping Benson work cows yesterday.”
“You told them we helped Benson work cows yesterday?” He’d lied for me, when there was no reason to lie for me. If they’d had asked, I’d have told them that I took Katie into Austin to get a tattoo. “Don’t include me in your deceptions, man.” I shook my head, oddly using my sandwich to gesture. “I’m done lying. I’m not going to do it anymore.”
“Right.” He sent me a fuck-off sarcastic smirk. “So if they ask where you slept last night, you’re going to tell them with Katie?”
I sighed, irritated that my anger was coming back full force. “You know what I mean, Crue, don’t be dense.” I put my sandwich down because at this point it was falling apart. “Don’t include me in your shit.”
He held his hands up. “Fine.” He brushed his palms together. “I’m done including you in my shit.” He flipped me off. “Thanks, brother.” He stormed out of the house and slammed the door.
“Ugh, that stupid fucker.” I pounded my fist against the granite counter a few times, trying to work out even a little of my frustration.
“Which one is the stupid fucker? Crue or Jett?” My dad came into the kitchen and scooped up what was left of my sandwich and started eating it.
“Crue.” I pulled over the loaf of bread and started making myself another one.
“What did the fucker do now?” When I cut my eyes to my dad, he was grinning. “What? I thought we were using words like fucker now.”
“I’m sorry.”
He brushed my apology away, using my sandwich. “I’m kidding.” He finished it off in one huge bite, taking the knife out of my hand to finish making my new one. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I paused, mid-denial. “I’m tired of Crue dragging me into his shit, you know? He’s my twin, and I love him. But he’s really been pissing me off for the last year.” I said I didn’t want to lie anymore, so I told him as much of the truth as I could.
“You want to know what I think?” He slid my new snack toward me. When I nodded and took a bite, he continued, “I think that you are a giver. You’re a team player. I think that you protect the people you love. I think you try to keep the peace around here any way you can.” He leaned his head to the side. “Now, your brother on the other hand? He’s a bit of a taker.” He held his hand up. “I’m not saying being a taker is a bad thing. Uncle Smith is a taker. Uncle Jacks is too. But until the past week or so, Crue has always had you in his corner. Looking out for him, and keeping his world from imploding.” He grinned. “But now, you have Katie. And for the first time in your eighteen years together, he’s not one of your priorities.”
“You think he’s jealous?” That was a new twist on things. I figured he was simply livid as fuck that I refused to be him anymore.
“I think he’s feeling a little out of place.” He shoved some chips in his mouth. “Stop worrying about your twin, son. He needs to learn to stand on his own two feet. And you need to hold onto what makes you happy.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Katie
In addition to cream cheese and giant dogs, Halen’s house had lots of Prosecco. It was like champagne, but they called it something else. The four of us had already gone through two bottles, and Landry had popped the cork on the third.
Halen brought out her holo-laptop and projected tons of pictures of all the Devil’s Spawn growing up. Between her mom and Beau, there were thousands of images. Each family had their own folder and we were currently going through the one marked Matthews.
“I still love that Jett looks nothing like Cash and Crue.” Landry’s chin was resting on her palm. “It’s fitting, you know, Jett is so different from both of them.”
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“Did you guys ever have a hard time telling them apart when they were little?” To me, now, they didn’t even look like twins. I assumed that had something to do with their personalities, and how much time I’d spent with Cash. But in their toddler pictures, they looked identical.
“Nah. Their little temperaments were different from the get-go.” Landry was the oldest; she was over ten when they were born. “Cash was always sweet and quiet, and Crue was always wobbling around taking everyone’s toys.”
Halen took another swig from her fancy glass. “It’s a little hard to tell them apart in these pictures though. I wanted to embarrass Cash and show you naked baby pictures.” She squinted and moved closer to the screen. “But that might very well be Crue’s tiny baby pecker.”
I snorted into my glass, the bubbles making my eyes water.
“Did I just hear the words baby pecker?” Cash walked into the room, a playful grin on his face. “I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?”
Landry rolled her eyes. “Apparently not.” She held her hand up and Halen high-fived it. “You’re interrupting girls’ night.”
Beau came in, stepping around Cash and plopping on the couch next to Halen. “If Cash is crashing girls’ night, then I am too.”
“Us too.” Brody came in with Wyatt on his hip.
“That’s not fair.” Landry held her hands out, reaching for her son. “You know I’d never say no to these chubby little cheeks.”
Avory frowned, looking over Cash’s shoulder. “Where is Crue?”
“Don’t know.” Cash came and sat on the couch behind me, resting his hands on my neck and tilting my head back to kiss me hello. “He was still being a dick earlier. I called him on it and he stormed out of the house.”
I glanced over at Avory to find her glaring at Cash. “You don’t have to give him a hard time. He’s already stressed enough.” She stood, pulling her cell out of her pocket and leaving the room without saying anything else.
Halen pushed my drink toward me with one finger, winking at me when I met her eyes. I heeded her suggestion and drank most of it. Beau picked Halen up and sat her in his lap, making room for Brody on the sectional. “You want to tell us what’s going on?”
The room was quiet now, the music playing the kitchen the only real noise. Even Wyatt was silent in his mom’s lap. “There is this chick trying to blackmail Crue for a date.” Cash scrubbed his hands down his face. “She has pictures of him and Avory.”
“Fuuuuuuudge.” Beau was obviously about to say fuck, but when Halen elbowed him in the ribs and titled her head toward Wyatt, Beau corrected himself.
“Yeah.” Cash leaned back against the cushions. “Last night he asked me to go in his place. I told him no, that he should come clean with the ‘rents. He got pissed, said a lot of fucked-up shit. So I decked him in the face.”
“Finally.” Halen raised her glass to Cash. “I love Crue, but you should have punched him the first time he asked you to switch places. He knew you’d say yes, he knew you’d do almost anything to protect Avory. He played on your weaknesses to get what he wanted.”
Beau hung his head. “I should have put a stop to this whole thing the second I came home.”
“Stop, man.” Cash put his hands on my neck again. “This isn’t anyone’s fault but my own. I should have said no, I should have put my foot down.” He shook me gently. “But none of that matters, not anymore. I’m not going to let Crue get in the way of what I want.” He kissed the top of my head. “And what I want is this girl, right here.” He stood up, helped me to my feet and slung me over his shoulder.
“Why don’t you two stay here tonight?” Halen poured herself another glass. “Take the downstairs guestroom and I’ll call my dad and let him know.”
“What? Sweets, come on, we just replaced the mattress from Landry.” Beau made a pleading face and I couldn’t help but giggle even though I didn’t really understand what he was talking about.
“Thanks, Hales.” Cash spun around and headed in the other direction.
I held my hand out, waving. “Thanks for a lovely evening.”
Once we were in the guestroom with the door shut he put me back on my feet. I grabbed the sleeve of his shirt when the room started to spin a little. Maybe I had one glass too many.
“You okay?”
I fell back on the bed. “Too much bubbly alcohol.” He lay down next to me on his side, his palm resting in the middle of my chest. I let my head roll to face him. “You okay?”
He frowned, letting out a tired sigh. “Too much brother bullshit.”
I used my fingers to smooth the wrinkles in his forehead. “You’re worried about him.” It wasn’t a question, because I already knew it was true. “It’s okay to be concerned for him, Cash. You can be his brother without being bogged down in his mess. You know that, right?” These people with their us against the world motto. Instead of having their own problems, they had theirs plus ten others. I wasn’t sure they even knew how to live any other way. Crue and Avory seemed selfish; they weren’t exactly like the other Devil’s Spawn. They were much more self-absorbed, and they took advantage of Cash. Of how kind he was, and of how willing he was to help.
“I saw him earlier and I thought we were done fighting. But then…” He took my hand, kissing my knuckles and then placing it over his own heart. Our positons’ mirror images. “I feel like I can’t win with him lately.”
“Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains.”
“Baby. Did you just quote Bull Durham?” His eyes went wide. “Did you?”
I nodded. “Think about that for a while.”
He covered my body with his, his hips between my thighs. “I am so hard right now.”
I dug my heels into his ass. “From a movie quote?” I shook my head. “For shame.” I put my hands on his cheeks. “I don’t like seeing you so sad. He’s your brother and you love him. You know it, and he knows it. And that’s really the only thing that’ll matter in the end.”
“You’re a smart one, you know that?”
“I do.”
Cash dipped down, taking my bottom lip in his teeth. Then he rolled over, reaching into the bedside table. “So earlier, when we were watching that stellar movie.” He smirked. “You almost killed me.” He held a condom up. “Wanna try again?”
“Do all of y’all keep a supply in every room?”
“Yeah.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Of course we do.”
My phone started to vibrate across the nightstand, where I’d sat it when I was still upside down over Cash’s shoulder. I lunged for it. “It’s Uncle Pax.” Cash groaned in frustration and I sent him a sassy smile. “It’s a text. Calm down horn dog.”
“Me? Really? You jumped on my dick the second it came out of my pants this afternoon.” He pointed out toward the living room. “With most of my family within ear shot.”
Uncle Pax: Guess what Bug?
Me: You’re getting married?
Uncle Pax: Seriously?
Me: You’re having a baby?!
Uncle Pax: That one is probably more feasible, but no. I convinced your parents to let Kase come to Europe. You, me, Kase, and your stuffy boring mom are going to live it up across the pond.
Me: Really?! That’s so great! I’m so stoked you’re coming too. I’ll call you tomorrow. Night!
I set my phone face down. “My Uncle Pax is coming to Europe with us.”
Cash reached up and cupped my cheek. “Speaking of you leaving and breaking my heart.”
“Do we have to?” I unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down ever so slowly. “Because I thought we could cross something else off the list tonight.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t think there was anything left on that list that we hadn’t done.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh no?” I pulled his dick out of his pants and a hiss came out of his mouth. “Because I seem to recall there being a couple of things left…”
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hapter Twenty-Eight
Cash
“Hey.” Beau pounded on the wall. “Y’all wake up. The ‘rents called a family breakfast.”
I groaned and put my pillow over my head. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Katie climbed on my back and laid the length of my body. “I think we slept for maybe three hours.”
“You’re the one who put see the sunrise on the list.” She rested her cheek between my shoulder blades.
“You’re right.” I rolled to the side, dumping her off and then pulling her back against me. I kissed her neck and inhaled the flowery scent of her hair. “I did something before I came over here last night, and I really hope you don’t get pissed when I—”
“I mean it you two. Let’s go.” Beau beat on the door again. “They realized we haven’t had a family dinner in two months and they’re freaking out.”
Katie stood and walked down the mattress to the foot of the bed. “I only have what I had on yesterday. I need to go home and change.” She hopped to the floor and the bedroom door flew open.
“Clothes.” Beau threw a pile of clothes into the room and then shut the door again. “You have five minutes.”
She picked up a sundress off the floor. “He’s bossy.”
“He’s probably annoyed he’s going to have to order another new mattress.” I sat, letting the sheet pool around my waist. I came here to get her last night for a reason. I wanted to tell her about the plane tickets I booked. But then she’d asked me to teach her how to give a blowjob and all rational thought left my brain.
What my dad said yesterday had stuck in my head. And for the first time, in a long time, I did something completely for me. “After breakfast, let’s go for a drive.” I’d take her away from the chaos of my family and tell her when we were alone.
She looked at me over her bare shoulder. “Okay.” Then she slid a thin white dress over her head. I looked more like a slip—not that I was complaining.
“You’re keeping that, by the way.” I got to my feet, placing a kiss on her neck. “I’ll buy Halen a new one.”
