Bend

by K. Bromberg

His hands moved to my torso, where he pulled my sweater up and over my head, his hands eagerly moving to unclasp my bra so that he could access my breasts, fondling them with urgency, fingering my nipples and causing me to shiver against him.

  I felt him unbutton my jeans, and I assisted, getting them lowered to my feet so that I could step out of them. And just like that, he'd discarded his clothing and his eyes took in every inch of my naked body. Mine did the same and he was magnificent. Just like I knew that he would be.

  He was back to me, capturing my lips once again, as he lifted me up against him, and then gently lowered me down onto their bed.

  There was nothing gentle about his kisses at the moment. The sheer intensity of that was mind-fucking-boggling, as he consumed my lips with his, and claimed my tongue. I felt his hardness against me and my body ached to feel all of him.

  I thrust my hips up against him as he roughly fondled my breasts with his large, strong hands, before dipping his head lower, and pulling one into his mouth, nursing it as if it had always been his and no one else's.

  I moaned in pure pleasure as I felt his teeth, nipping at my flesh, drawing my nipple in deeper, and then rolling it with his tongue until I thought I would come from that alone.

  He moved to the other one, possessing it with his mouth and tongue, and I felt my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer, as if that were even possible.

  "I need you inside of me," I moaned softly, my hand now fisting in his thick, dark hair. "Please, baby?" I whimpered.

  "Patience, babe," his lips said against my sensitive skin, as he moved himself lower.

  His tongue was now blazing a slow, sensuous trail down my belly, while his hands moved even lower; and his fingers gently plied the folds of my pussy apart. I felt myself rock against him as he inserted one finger, and then another into my sanctum, gently probing the depths as my wetness coated them.

  His tongue flickered over my slit, lapping each sensitive fold of my pussy, and then plunged inside of my core, where it joined his fingers, as the heat of his touch slowly enveloped my senses into this moment in time. I never wanted this feeling to end.

  I moaned audibly, thrusting my pelvis up against him, swiveling my hips so that every nerve ending in my core was being touched by him.

  He continued loving my pussy, moaning to himself as he tasted my wetness and his tongue washed over my clit again and again, sending shock waves through me from head to toe.

  He felt my trembling, knowing already that I was very near climax, so he slowed his tempo a bit, rising up from me to reach for the condom on the nightstand next to the bed.

  All the while, his fingers continued their gentle probing of my sex, as he effectively removed the condom from the wrapper and rolled it onto his rigid cock with one hand.

  He was on his knees, his eyes boring into me with a hungry passion that owned me.

  "I want to fuck you this way," he said, grabbing a pillow and raising my hips up so that he could position it underneath my ass. "I want to watch you come with my cock inside of you."

  I nodded.

  All that I could think about was that, at this moment, Cain was mine. He was all about me. I didn't have to share. Every kiss, every thrust, every lick was for me and only me.

  He grabbed my legs, and positioned them over his shoulders, leaning in as his hand guided his sheathed cock into me with a forceful thrust.

  I moaned in pleasure, licking my lips as I watched his muscular thighs; he knelt between my raised legs, and rocked in and out of me with slow deliberation.

  I was mesmerized by him in every way. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and totally focused on his thrusting, his hands now cupping my ass, lifting me up just a bit and adjusting me for his fit.

  His cock was teasing my G-spot, and that's when I felt my body take over; my muscles tightened around his girth; and I heard his sharp intake of breath as they did.

  "Christ baby," he rasped, his eyes now coming open in surprise. "You're fucking going to milk me, aren't you?"

  "Uh huh," I murmured, feeling myself contract once again around his swollen member.

  "This is mine, Cain," I whispered. "This is for me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

  "Aww…baby," he breathed, watching me as I was slowly being wrecked by this man, "You know I mean it."

  Our tempo increased and, together, we spiraled into a perfect orgasm, our eyes deadlocked and my mind totally obliterated with the things that he made me feel, physically and emotionally.

  Fuck.

  I loved him.

  Totally.

  chapter 16

  I learned quickly that Cain had not exaggerated one bit when he laid out our agenda for the weekend. We had alternated between fucking and making love all through the night.

  I had never known just how totally electrifying having a man's cock buried inside of me could be until it was Cain's. I had moaned and mewled those feminine sounds at the pleasure he gave me, but for once they were real—not fake the way I had done so many times before. Because this was real and it totally rocked. Cain had made me his and I wasn't going anywhere. I knew that there was no way I could ever walk away from this—from him.

  I was still curled up in his arms, naked and totally satiated from the night. His slow, even breathing against the back of my neck soothed me and made me feel so fucking secure that I never wanted to leave this bed.

  But I knew that it wasn't possible. Because this was still their bed. And the guilt momentarily washed over me, so I gently moved Cain's arm from around my torso, and scooted towards the edge of the bed.

  "Where are you going?" his husky voice asked from behind me.

  "I…uh…I thought maybe a shower?" I said, putting it more like a question than a statement.

  "We can do that," he said, rousting himself up. "But we're doing it together."

  And that's exactly how our Sunday went. We did everything together.

  We showered, we ate, we made love, we watched television, we ate, we fucked, we showered again and then we cuddled and I was thinking that cuddling with my man was pretty fucking awesome too.

  I put the flannel PJ's with the feet in them that Darcy had given me for Christmas on after our last shower. I returned to the bathroom, dressed, to hang up my damp towels.

  Cain was standing in front of the mirrored vanity, towel slung low on his hips shaving when he happened to glance over at me and then did a double take.

  "Ah, hell to the no, woman," he barked, his brow cocked; a hint of amusement flickered across his face.

  "What?" I asked innocently, looking down at my totally-covered-in-flannel body.

  "You'll not be wearing that shit to bed because I swear I'll rip them off of you. Unacceptable, babe."

  "Cain," I whined, "For Chrissake, I'm sore. Can we just cuddle for a bit?"

  He turned back to the mirror, tilted his face upward so that he could take his razor up under his chin.

  "We did that cuddling shit earlier," he replied, shaking the razor to get the shaving cream off in the sink full of water. "This is our last night together," he said plainly. "I want to make it memorable."

  I had to smile. "On two conditions," I parried.

  He looked at my reflection in the mirror, quirking a brow again and waiting to hear my conditions.

  "First," I said, "We sleep in my room tonight, okay?"

  He nodded and waited for me to continue.

  "Secondly, uh…can you be extra gentle?" I asked hesitantly because, the truth was, my crotch was, in fact, sore from all the attention he'd been giving it for the last day and a half.

  "Why do you think I'm standing here removing my face stubble, babe? You think I can't see your reddened skin?"

  I felt myself blush, of all things. Where in the hell did that come from? This man had seen and licked every inch of my body, including every crack and crevice, the truth be told.

  I stifled a giggle and left the bathroom, pulling off all of the sheets on their bed
and throwing them into the washer.

  I re-made their bed with fresh sheets and blankets.

  "Why are you doing that?" Cain asked as he came out of the bathroom, wearing a white T-shirt and low-slung pajama pants.

  I shrugged. "I just don't think I want Eli to come home to sheets that…you know?"

  "What? Smell like our sex?"

  "Yes," I said, quickly, tossing a bit of a glare into it.

  "Don't you think that I would've had the good sense to do that?" he asked.

  "I'm sorry, Cain," I sighed. "This is just…new to me. I don't think I'll know how to act around him when he comes home."

  I was tucking in the top sheet when he came over and pulled me around to face him.

  "Stop," he said firmly. "Eli knows what's happening with us this weekend and he is fine with it," he said, annunciating the last six words.

  I turned from him, and continued making up the bed. "He's fine with it because he loves you," I said, a hint of exasperation in my voice. "And he would allow this before he'd ever want to lose you and I guess I don't blame him."

  "Hey," he said, a little louder, "He loves you, too. He doesn't want to lose you either."

  "It's not the same, Cain," I said, sighing loudly. "It's just not the same thing."

  He grabbed me then, pulling me up against his hard chest. "You need to give it some time, baby. You'll see. It's all gonna work out fine."

  He stroked my hair with his hand, and he held me against him and for a minute, I wanted to totally believe that he was right.

  That everything would work out fine.

  chapter 17

  To say that things were a bit…strange after Eli returned home Monday evening would be a bit of an understatement.

  I mean, Cain was fine. It was as if nothing had changed between him and Eli, but I couldn't say the same for me.

  All kinds of fucked-up emotions were springing forth, ranging from guilt and shame, to a little bit of resentment when they headed off to their room that night…together, as in at the same time, which almost never happened.

  I went to bed with my ear buds in, listening to a heavy metal station because I'd be damned if I was going to let myself get lulled to sleep by the sound of their headboard banging a tune against their wall. And that's when the resentment part really started seeping in, and I know that's fucked up, alright?

  I busied myself at work, and then stayed late to work out each night at the gym so that I would miss dinner with my guys. It seemed that putting up with Darin's little comments and innuendos in the weight room was preferable to my feeling like some twisted bitch home-wrecker.

  The truth was that Eli hadn't been anything but sweet to me since his return home. Yet something had changed and we both knew it.

  I would lie alone in my bed every night and feel totally clueless as to how I was supposed to handle this. I ached for Cain, but I knew that I really had no right to feel that way, if that made sense.

  It was Thursday and it was New Year's Eve to boot. Long holiday weekend.

  Fucking lovely.

  I was just finishing up with my filing when my cell rang. It was Cain.

  "You gonna be home for dinner tonight or are you going to continue avoiding me?"

  I took a moment to gather my thoughts because he was right. I no longer felt comfortable around him—or Eli for that matter. This was too difficult for me. I didn't possess the emotional armor to be able to pull something off like this. At all.

  "I'm sorry," I squeaked out. "You're right—I have been avoiding you guys."

  "Why?" he deadpanned, as if it weren't totally obvious.

  "I don't care who's blessing we have, Cain. I can't do this. I just can't. I love Eli too much. There. I've said it."

  "What the fuck? You think that Eli and I don't love you every bit as much?"

  "First off, Cain, I don't think that you should be the one speaking for Eli, okay? And secondly—regardless of how we all love one another, I can't share. Period. I'm going to find another place to live."

  "The hell you are," he growled at me. "You're not going anywhere, Paige. You need to face the facts right here."

  "Oh no," I said, tossing some downright haughtiness into my voice. I swiveled around in my desk chair so I faced the wall, hoping my voice didn't carry.

  "You don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do. It's clear to me that you've not gone without fucking…someone since Eli came home. And how fucking pathetic is it that I even just said that to you? Jesus Christ, this is so not who I want to be," I halfway wailed. "So, to answer your question? I won't be home for dinner tonight…or breakfast tomorrow. Happy fucking New Year."

  End Call.

  chapter 18

  I managed to find somewhere to crash for the night so that I could have some time to think things through like I needed to. One of my co-workers, Julie, came by as I was sitting in my car in the parking lot, staring into space and totally clueless as to where I could go.

  "Hey, Paige," she called out, tapping on my car window. "Are you okay?"

  The thing was, I didn't have girl friends, or sisters or even a brother that I felt comfortable confiding in when something like this was tearing me apart. All I had were Eli and Cain, and they were the problem.

  I lowered my window. "Just some drama with roommates," I replied. "I suddenly wish it weren't a long, holiday weekend."

  "You want to crash at my place?" she offered.

  It was tempting, but I sure as hell didn't want her trying to dig into the details of my roommate problems in an effort to give me some sage advice.

  "I mean, I'm staying with Rick over the New Year holiday so it's like you'd have the place to yourself…well almost, that is," she laughed. "Can you feed my cat, Brutus?"

  Done fucking deal.

  And so that's how it went.

  I went to Julie's and spent the night, talking to Brutus and spilling my guts to him about my issues with these men. He was a great listener (for a tabby cat) and the best thing was that he never got judgy with me.

  We rang in the New Year together. He just purred and rubbed against my ankles for most of the night, making sure that he had put his scent on me, like any other normal male I suppose.

  I knew that Cain had a New Year's Day banquet to cater, and I'd heard Eli on the phone making plans to go to Darcy's for the traditional New Year's Day feast. He'd even invited me to go with him, but I had begged off, not looking him in the eye because he knew me well enough to know if I were lying.

  Not that I lied to either one of them…anymore.

  I left to return home at one o'clock, fairly certain that they'd both be out.

  And then what?

  I got on my cell and did the only thing that I could do under these circumstances.

  "Hey Trace," I said when he picked up. "Happy New Year."

  chapter 19

  What a great way to start off the New Year! (Said no one ever.) I groveled to my older brother, who hadn't really been speaking much to me since I'd been tossed out of their home for having cunnilingus on their kitchen countertop. I now had the ultimate pleasure of asking him for temporary refuge, explaining I would fill him in on the details later.

  I'd have to create some plausible reason other than the truth, or I'd be tossed out once again, I was sure.

  I obviously couldn't ask Easton because of Darcy's close relationship with Eli. She'd have it all figured out in a nanosecond.

  I mean, hopefully my application for a full-time position with the F.B.I. would be approved and I'd receive a salary that could sustain my livelihood, but I was fully prepared that, if that didn't happen, then maybe it was just a sign that it was time for me to move on.

  I pulled into our driveway and breathed a sigh of relief. Cain's car was gone, and as soon as I hit the remote for the garage, I saw that Eli's was gone as well.

  I grabbed several empty boxes from the garage and headed into the house with them. I was determined to work quickly and efficiently to clear out
my closet and dresser drawers before either of them returned. I figured I had a couple of hours, minimum.

  I emptied my closet and took those boxes out and put them in the trunk of my car. I grabbed a couple of more empty ones and headed back to pack up my dresser drawers.

  I was just finishing up when I heard the slam of the front door, and footsteps coming down the hall.

  Fuck.

  My bedroom door was open, which was probably fortunate, because I would've hated to see the damage done had it been closed and locked.

  Eli came in, his light blue eyes flashing with something akin to anger mixed with pain.

  "So, this is what you're about?" he growled, his hands on his hips, glaring at me.

  "Wh-What?" I croaked in confusion. "How did—?"

  "How did I know?" he asked, eyes flashing. "You forget that Lindsey and Darcy talk almost hourly. She shared with Darce that you were to be a temporary houseguest. Wasn't all that hard to figure out you were bailing on us."

  I shook my head, looking down at the floor.

  Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

  "Answer my question, Paige. You were just gonna leave us like that?"

  "Eli," I said with a sigh, sitting down on my bed. "Calm down, okay? This is for the best. I can't even look at you because…of…"

  "Of what?" he growled, flexing his hands at his sides as if he wanted to punch something…or someone.

  Fuck. He's furious.

  "Because of what I did…with Cain. And don't you dare tell me that you're fine with it because I don't fucking believe that."

  He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me roughly to my feet. I was standing within inches of him, and I could feel the heat of his anger envelope me.

  "You love Maddox," he said, his words very distinct. "And you love me, too. You think I don't know that?"

  "I know that you do, but it's different."

  "Hell yeah, it's different," he growled. "I fucking love you, Paige, and yeah, it's different than the way that I love Maddox, but that doesn't make it inconsequential now, does it?"

  His hands were locked around my wrists, forcing me to look at him.

  "I don't understand," I replied, honestly.