by Eden Connor
Caine pulled away from our kiss. Dazed with desire, I kept my gaze on his dark eyes. He strode to the rear of the car and patted the trunk lid. Colt turned and took the three steps to stand at his brother’s side. My bottom connected with cool metal. I didn’t want to let go, but Colt gripped my arms to pull them loose, so I leaned against the back glass. He shoved my skirt up and dug his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, ripping them down my legs.
“Your turn to welcome our little sister to the family, brother.” Colt moved close, blocking my view of the crowd with his body. He pushed my thighs open.
Caine grabbed my ankles and pulled my shoes off. He positioned my feet on the edge of the trunk, opening me wide. The cool night air barely dampened the heat inside me. I stared at his handsome face, watching him devour me with his eyes while I studied the similarities between him and his brother, and memorized the differences. Colt leaned close, partially blocking my view of Caine.
He thrust his hand under my shirt and gripped one taut peak. Pain streaked through the tender point, but all that did was make me wetter. His low voice mesmerized me. “Don’t you want Caine to make you come, like you wanted me to make you come this morning? Ask him nicely and I bet he will.”
It was easier to say this time. “Touch me, Caine. I need to come.” In the background, the steady slap of flesh against flesh rang through the night.
Caine dragged his finger through my slit, then pressed my clit so hard, I gasped. He didn’t relent, but his finger was wet and the longer he ground the sensitive nub, the better the touch felt.
Colt pushed my shirt up and bent to suck a nipple into his mouth. Both brothers touching me at once sent crazy electricity zig-zagging through my veins. This was better than any drug. This was my drug.
Across the cul-de-sac, a man grunted. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Caroline’s moans grew louder. The flesh striking sounds grew more frenzied. My sex-soaked brain sketched how hard the the man must be thrusting into Caroline and the image drove me higher.
“That’s right, drive that cock in deep. She likes it like that,” Brandon ordered. It seemed like such a forbidden thing to hear a guy say about his woman, I nearly came.
Colt lifted his head, stretching my nipple until the peak burned. He let go. “I knew you were a wildcat the minute I laid eyes on you. Caine’s gonna lick you like candy. Ride that tongue, baby sister. Come all over his face. See what it feels like to win.”
Oh, God. Oh, God, yes.
The light from Caroline’s car, broken by the bodies standing around, cast Caine’s face in shadowed planes, but his eyes held mine. I felt beautiful when Colt smiled. “Good girl. Don’t make a liar out of me. I’ve been texting him all day, promising him that you’re gonna make him harder than steel and you’ll have him so damn crazy, when he blows, it’ll just about take his damn head off.”
My tummy hollowed. Caine’s warm breath swept across my mound and tickled the inside of my thighs. Chill bumps raced over my skin. The first touch of his tongue made me gasp. He swept the warm muscle down one side of my slit. Then he pointed then end and circled my entrance until I wriggled away. He grabbed my hips and dragged me to him again, holding my eyes while he slid his tongue up the opposite side.
This seemed too intimate for the situation, and not intimate enough for my first time. That very incongruity made me hold my breath and let it happen. He traced circles around the swollen nub at the top of my channel. The touch, combined with Colt’s steady suckling, was unbearably delicious. I arched off the metal, and when I came down, Caine drove his tongue into me. I cried aloud. His eyes flashed. I tried to clamp down and hold him still until I could catch my breath, but he fucked his tongue in and out of me at a dizzying pace.
The buzz of knowing strange men with hard cocks stood nearby added to the power of the hum zipping through me, but I felt no fear. Who’d challenge the Hannah brothers? Colt returned to his suckling and teasing. His saliva on my nipples cooled, adding another delicious layer of sensation. Caine drove his tongue in and out like a piston. I’d never felt anything this good. If I’d even suspected sex could feel like this, I’d have started much sooner.
Caine’s teeth mashed my clit, setting off hard sparks of pleasure inside me. The widening circles from his thrusting tongue, reacted like gasoline when they collided with those sparks. I tried to hold still, but with every sensitive point stroked, staying still wasn’t possible. I had to have more. I craved something harder so bad, I ached.
I wrapped my legs around Caine’s neck. He gripped my hips tighter and straightened, dragging me lower on the car. My weight shifted to my shoulders and my bottom hung in midair. He licked and nipped, even biting my clit, before he settled down to the delicious tongue-fuck once more.
Caroline cried out her release. “Who’s next?” Brandon yelled. “God, I love the sound of sloppy seconds. Someone get a rock hard cock in here, quick, before she cools off.”
An unfamiliar voice called out, “Hell yeah, I’ll go. My cock’s hard enough to drive nails.”
I gripped Caine’s head with my thighs. He responded by sucking on my clit. My hips jerked uncontrollably as the pleasure dragged me under. My release shuddered through me. I needed to breathe, to pull free long enough to get my body under control, but Caine kept going.
“Fuck, yeah, brother. Lick that pretty pussy till her cream runs down the paint.” He turned to look at me. “Tell Caine that you’re gonna come on your big brother’s tongue.” He pinched my nipple when I didn’t respond. “Tell him.”
“I’m going to come on my big brother’s tongue.” The dirty words should’ve disgusted me. Instead, they shoved me over the edge.
“Stop. Stop, please. I can’t take any more,” I whispered, trying to wriggle free. Neither stepbrother stopped. Colt fastened his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard. Caine switched things up, now dragging his tongue over my clit. It was too soon. I grabbed his hair, trying to pull him away, but then, thanks to lightning fast lashes from tongue, the fireworks struck inside me again. I screamed. Colt’s response was to pinch my unmolested nipple. Caine stopped licking at last, but he gripped my nub between his lips and pressed down, grinding the sensitive point.
Incredible shards of painful pleasure streaked through my pussy. My channel spasmed, clenching hard and releasing. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure ripped through my body. Bursts of intense blue light pierced the night sky.
Car doors slammed. Engines cranked, motors raced. I couldn’t see past Colt, but I sensed that people were leaving. Caroline’s victory celebration was over. I supposed another winner was ready to collect his or her reward.
“Fuck me,” I begged Colt. I buried my fingers in his hair and tried to pull his mouth off my nipple. “I want you to be my first.”
He raised his head and regret twisted his face. “Baby, I’d hurt you. And Caine don’t do virgins.”
“What?” I gasped, unsure I’d heard correctly.
A commanding voice cut through the night. “Everybody stay where you are. This is the police. We have the video from tonight’s races. If your car ran and we got it on film, it’s now property of Cabarrus County Sheriff’s Department All exits are blocked. Remain where you are.”
“What?” Lost in a haze of sexual pleasure, I couldn’t quite grasp what was happening.
“Goddamn it.” Caine let me go with a curse. My buttocks landed on the edge of the trunk, making my balance precarious. Caine grabbed my thighs to steady me, but whispered harshly, “Fuck, Colt, can you see who’s leadin’ the raid?”
“Looks like Mack Brown’s doin’ the honors himself,” Colt whispered.” I’d recognize that beer gut anywhere.”
“No, dammit!” Caroline’s wail pierced my sexual haze. “Not my car. Please, sheriff, I just got this car today. I’ll do anything. Please, don’t take my baby.”
“That goddamn car cost close to fifty grand.” We can’t let Caroline lose it.” Colt spun and took a step toward the Dodge. I gasped in horror
when he moved and I could see past him. A county police vehicle was parked beside the Dodge. Intense blue lights circled inside the bar mounted on top, giving a garish, strobing quality to the scene unfolding in the cul-de-sac.
Caroline dropped to her knees, looking up. An obese man in a khaki uniform glared from under a wide-brimmed hat. He tugged handcuffs from a black leather utility belt around his massive waist.
“No!” Mascara-streaked tears streamed down Caroline’s cheeks. “Please, Mack, you’ve known me since I was a kid. My daddy just bought me this car.” She reached for his fly and to my astonishment, dragged the zipper down. I held my breath. Surely, she didn’t plan to—
The officer took a step back and laughed. “Girl, I ain’t interested in no pussy as used as yours.”
The harsh statement made me blink. I realized Caine had his thumb on my clit again. What the hell? I struggled to sit up and tried to push him away.
He dug his fingers into my thigh and pressed the nub harder. “Stop, Shelby. Just sit still. He don’t give a red hot damn about us. All the sheriff can see is the twenty-five, thirty grand he’ll make off Colt’s little sister’s car at the next seized property auction.”
Thirty grand? How was that possible when the car cost twice that?
Wait. Colt’s sister? I blinked in confusion. “Who? What sister?”
He scowled. “Caroline is Colt’s half sister. Same mama. This is gon’ tear him up.”
Colt looked over his shoulder. The pain in his eyes struck me like a blow from a fist. “Goddamn, I gotta do somethin’, Caine.” His gaze raked me. He cut his eyes back to his brother. I tried to squirm away from Caine’s prodding finger, with no luck. Fear pounded through my veins, but the insistent prodding from Caine wouldn’t let me think.
A steady beep, beep, beep, distracted me from Colt’s scrutiny. The rear of a tow truck came into view. The driver backed up to the Challenger’s rear end.
I looked toward Caroline. Her hand worked at the front of the sheriff’s khaki pants. Was she jerking him off?
“Gas or ass, Caroline,” the fat man barked. He turned his head in our direction. “I’m gonna let Wade hook this car up if you can’t offer me somethin’ I ain’t had before.”
Colt spun and leaned close. “Shelby, listen. I want you. I wanna be with you, but Caine ain’t gonna bust your cherry and I’m too damn big. Mack Brown’s dick ain’t this big around.” He held up the same thumb he’d put inside me this morning. “I’ll love you forever if you’ll do this for me, baby. Just let the old man bust that cherry. He’ll let us race for a year before he comes back for another taste.” He smoothed a hand over my hair. “I know you’ll be long gone by then. I’ll figure out how to deal with that later, but I’ll be right here the whole time, staring into those pretty green eyes. It’ll be over before you know it.”
No! No! Instead, I opened my mouth and the words that came out were, “But, it’s my first time. I wanted it to be with you.”
Caine pressed my clit harder. My body reacted, despite the logical voice saying to get the hell out of here. I’ll love you forever, was the phrase my heart seized on.
“Shelby, you’ve seen his cock. You gotta work up to that, baby sister. That’s the big leagues. Besides, the first time always sucks for girls. Mack won’t hurt you much.” He winked. “And I guarantee you’ll never get a speedin’ ticket in this county.”
Horror froze me in place. He couldn’t be serious.
“Say yes, baby doll. Please, do this for me.” Colt’s eyes held a plea. He tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged. “Say no and that car’s gone forever. I swear to God, I’ll take you home and put you in the shower and hold you all night long.” He kissed my cheek. “We’ll just kiss and cuddle until the sun comes up. I promise I’ll make you forget this ever happened.”
Mesmerized by his pleading expression, it felt like I’d stepped out of my own skin. But I knew, deep down in my gut, that if I said no, he’d spin this tale to my mother in the worst light.
I pictured her horrified face in my mind. Her sobs rang inside my head. If I made trouble with Caine and Colt, it would blow back on her and Dale’s relationship. I had no choice, really.
That wasn’t why I said, “Okay.” I was still hearing him saying, “I’ll love you forever.”
The look in Colt’s eyes when I agreed made me sick to my stomach and happy, all at once.
“Hey, Mack, how about this one?” Caine yelled. “I been rubbin’ her cherry all night.”
Boots scuffed the asphalt, coming closer. The top of the sheriff’s stiff-brimmed hat barely cleared Colt’s shoulder. Deep-set eyes glittered inside a round, pale face.
Colt leaned forward, blocking my view of the policeman. “Good girl,” he crooned. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He pressed his lips to mine. I felt a pinch to my nipple. Caine moved from between my thighs. Cold air rushed in, but wide hips soon blocked the chill.
I felt everything and nothing. Hands fumbled between my thighs. A belt buckle jingled.
Caine moved to the other side of the car. His mouth felt warm on my nipple, but his hard tugs had no effect. One sweaty palm gripped my hips. A fist brushed my folds, something pushed me open, burrowing a short distance inside me. “Damn tight hole. You ain’t lyin’ about that cherry, neither. Goddamn, Colt, this is primo shit.”
“Pretty baby,” Colt crooned. “Such a good girl.” I held his gaze, gasping with pain when the fat man grabbed my hips and lunged forward. Colt smothered the sound with his lips. I focused on the thrust of his tongue, desperate to hold another, similar sensation at bay.
Past Colt’s light hair, I tracked a tiny red light streaking across the sky. A plane? I wished to be on it, going anywhere. At the same time, my mind leaped ahead to Colt’s promise. We’ll just kiss and cuddle until the sun comes up. I promise I’ll make you forget this ever happened.
“Fuck!” The motion between my thighs ceased. The thing inside me jerked. I tried to figure out what the hot, wet sensation might be.
“Carl! Unhook that Dodge.” The scuffing sound moved away and I gasped for breath.
Colt pushed my shirt down. “Be right back, babe.”
I had to get off this car. I struggled onto my elbows. Caine slid a hand under my back and helped me sit. I gripped the hand he offered and prepared for the jump to the ground. A gush of fluid stopped me. In one horrified heartbeat, I identified the sensation. “He didn’t use a condom?” I forced the words through my sobs.
Caine’s brow furrowed, then his eyes went wide. “You ain’t on the Pill?”
I drew back and swung. Sharp pain sizzled up my arm when I connected with his cheek. My palm went numb all the way to my wrist. “Why would I be on the Pill?”
I thought for a minute he’d hit me back, but the flare of anger in his eyes died as fast as it lit. “Hang on, Shelby. Don’t move.” He jerked away, running to open the car door, then he ducked inside.
I didn’t want to look for Colt. I shouldn’t have to. He should be right by my side. He’d asked me for something huge, something that should’ve earned me his loyalty. And now that I’d given it, he just walked away? To see about a goddamn car? A piece of metal with no feelings?
No, to check on Caroline.
Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him.
My head swiveled anyway, like something besides me controlled it. He stood a few feet away, talking to the cop. While I fought to stifle my tears, he slapped the sheriff on the back and stuffed his fist into his front pocket. The plain blue sedan sagged when the cop wedged his body behind the wheel.
Caine tapped me on the shoulder. I dragged my gaze back to him. “Lay down, girl.” He lifted a brown bottle. I identified the Budweiser label by the corners that peeked from underneath his palm. He pushed my shoulder. “This’ll drown them little swimmers.”
This isn’t happening. This isn’t me. This is just a bad dream.
Tears stung my eyes. I tried to blink them back, fearing I’d never stop crying if
I started, but one spilled over.
His expression softened. He smoothed his thumb over the hot trail. When he drew back, my tear glistened on his fingertip. Holding my gaze, he lifted his thumb to his lips and licked the droplet.
“If you need to hit me again, Shelby, go ahead. As many times as you need. But we gotta to get this done first.” Breaking my gaze, he pulled his keys out of his front pocket and used something on his keychain to pry the bottle cap off. “You’re gonna get a buzz,” he warned, lifting my skirt. “But hold this in as long as you can. Lie back.”
I gritted my teeth and lowered my torso to the car again. The smooth glass stuck to soft tissues that were no longer wet. Cold fluid ran down my thighs and under my buttocks, but some went inside me. I breathed deep and pressed my lips together so I didn’t scream as Caine sloshed the beer into me. I felt a pinch when he tipped the bottom of the bottle high.
“Give me some.” My thirst overrode my horror. I grabbed the bottle and drained the beer, chocking it al down before Caine pried it from my hand. A crash in the brush behind the car made me stiffen, until I realized he’d tossed the bottle.
Not knowing if this was a good idea or another bad one, I tried to squeeze my muscles and hold the liquid inside.
“Hey,” Caine whispered, drawing my eyes back to his. Numbness spread through my abdomen. My head felt heavy and hard to control. He reached behind his head and jerked his shirt off. Wadding the garment, he stuffed it between my legs. Leaning over me, he slid his fingers through mine and squeezed my hands so tight I winced, but the contact helped me hold together when I felt like I might fly apart. His dark eyes bored into mine. I was so cold now, but his big body felt like a blanket. He nuzzled my chin, working his way to my mouth.
The uncomfortable sensation in my channel faded as my body warmed the beer. My nipples started to tingle and they drew into tight beads. What the hell was wrong with me? Had I no control over my own body when these two were around?
