“Oh,” she said with a shiver.
Bastion dropped into the water on his back, disappearing under a wave before floating up.
War splashed water on his body and then dropped down to his shoulders.
“It’s refreshing once you’re in. The air is cooler than the water,” Bastion informed them.
“Want to float on your back?” Kade asked, slowly squatting down in the water. “We’ll hold you.”
She nodded against his shoulder and let herself be eased back onto the water by his arms.
Keir squatted down with her, leaning over her head to brush kisses on top of her lips. He kept his hands under her shoulders, supporting her with each wave so that she never got splashed.
Soft, gentle fingers touched her pussy. Kade stepped further between her legs, putting pressure over her clit with his palm.
At first it was an almost soothing touch, but the cool water had left her craving the warmth of his skin. As he applied more pressure and rocked his palms against her, it became sexual.
His hand wasn’t hers, the masculinity apparent in slightly rougher skin and sure strength. The possessive way he cupped her whole pussy and growled at his brother to kiss the taste of Bastion from her lips was so alpha it made her shiver.
“Open your mouth,” Keir whispered, seemingly not bothered by his brother ordering him around.
She wasn’t sure if Keir was turned on or not by the idea of tasting Bastion’s pleasure, but in moments her tongue was twisting with Keir’s own and he replaced it with his unique taste.
There was the slightest hint of dark chocolate, a deep cocoa from dessert that lingered at the back of her throat as she swallowed Keir’s taste down to cleanse her palate.
Kade slipped one finger into her pussy. She clamped down on it, feeling twinges of tenderness. The finger wasn’t really large in comparison to the big cock she had taken. Kade rubbed that finger against her walls as if searching for something.
She figured out exactly what when pleasure shot through her body like a bolt.
“This the spot?” Kade asked, sounding pleased.
She rolled her hips up and moaned. She wasn’t sore over her clit at all and arousal had been just a touch away. This was going to work.
“Take the toy out,” she demanded when Keir shifted up high enough from her lips for her to talk. “I can go again.”
Keir smiled. “Pushy,” he declared. “You’ll learn there’s no rushing Kade.”
His brother made her roll her hips again as he rubbed that secret spot he’d discovered.
“Those strawberry tits are going to get cold while you float on your back,” Bastion pointed out. “How about War and I keep them warm while Kade makes sure your pussy can truly handle more and Keir gives your impatient bottom a test?”
“See, Bossy’s the pushy one,” she retorted.
That got her a pinched nipple. Bastion held it clamped between his fingers until the sharp ache changed to a sensitivity, then he released it and rolled the nipple gently.
“You can thank me by not holding back those kitten mewls when Keir ravages your tight ass. I want to hear your cute little protests turn into begging,” Bastion said.
Tess was pretty sure her eyes got bigger, but it was too dark for the guys to notice. Bastion was upfront about what turned him on.
“You want Keir to hurt me but make it good? Like the spanking?” she asked.
Kade distracted her with another rub that had her purring instead, rolling her hips as his brother plucked the toy from her bottom with nibble fingers.
“You’ll find pleasure in being dominated, forced to orgasm despite your tender pussy and the perverted burn of being buggered in your bottom. Your boyfriends all want to watch you come apart,” Bastion said.
“Scream for us, Tess-girl,” War rumbled from her other side.
He was using his hand to hold one of her breasts up and leaving hickeys and nibbles on the underside where they would remain hidden. She would know and wear his secret mark of possession under her school-girl uniform. Then she could confidently tell all War’s groupies he belonged to her when they returned to class.
All four guys were hers. She could handle them. She was going to prove it to them now, although it was obvious this had been their plan. They wanted her and Bastion was determined to show them all it could be done.
“Going to fuck your sweet ass now,” Keir warned her.
The guys all helped her sit up, Kade wrapping her legs around his hips again and Keir making her encircle her arms around the back of his neck. Her head leaned over Keir’s shoulder as his hard chest met her back.
He lined his dick up with her bottom and pushed, rocking his hips against her as he slowly invaded her body in a dark possession.
“Ahh.”
She rolled her head back further on Keir’s shoulder. Kade stopped her from moving her hips away as she arched.
Kade’s own dick brushed her pussy where his hands hand had teased back her arousal. He rubbed the head with its barbell piercing, just below the frenulum on the shaft, against her pussy lips like a jewelled dildo.
She vocalized louder.
“That’s it, Kitten,” Bastion said. “Tell Keir to give it to you good.”
The lube left from the toy was making it easier but there was no doubt she was practically a virgin to cock there. Somehow the burn wasn’t as bad as she had expected, almost like the sting of Bastion’s spanking. It was something she shouldn’t want but craved anyway, needing to test her limits.
“Make my ass yours, Trouble,” she invited.
Keir bottomed out.
“You have to ride my brother’s dick, too. I want a proper sandwich.”
“Bluebell, please stop fucking around and just fu—”
Tess cut off as Kade surged up inside her. The move jolted her on Keir’s dick, pushing her back and rocking her between the twin’s hard bodies.
She moaned and felt everything tighten around her pelvis. Shock that she was suddenly pinned so thoroughly was replaced by the realization that she liked it.
Maybe the problem with anal before had been the lack of cock in her pussy at the same time. Now the only problem would be stopping herself from climaxing within a few strokes.
“I said fuck me!” Tess ordered, trying fruitlessly to rock herself between the twins.
Keir and Kade moved. Keir went slower but deep. Kade bounced her on his dick, reminiscent of War’s quick pounding, but softer. The water helped to float her up as she bobbed with each thrust like a buoy in stormy waters.
It was as quick for her as she predicted.
“Coming,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes tight.
Keir sped up. “Quick and dirty the first time,” he promised. “You’re so damn tight, I can feel that pussy purring over my brother’s dick. You’re gonna come for me first.”
Now her bottom burned hotter. Speed equalled greater friction.
She wiggled her impaled ass, turned her face back towards Keir’s head. She nipped his ear in front of her mouth.
He would take a little pain too with his pleasure if she had her way.
Releasing his ear, she whispered into it, “Make me, Trouble.”
“With pleasure,” he growled.
He turned his face, so their mouths were almost touching. She gasped against his lips as he plunged deep and fast under the water, splashing all of them with a wild frenzy of thrusts.
It turned out Keir was quite vocal as well. He didn’t shout. Instead, dirty sex talk and curses dropped from his lips.
She met him insult for insult.
“Kitten-slut.” Keir slammed into her.
“Ass licker,” she retorted
“Cockteasing skirt,” he ground out, nipping the back of her ear.
“Ass fucker.”
He groaned, giving her three quick thrusts before his reply.
“Trash-talking bitch mouth.”
“Asshole.” Sometimes simpler was better.
He came at the same time she did, his jerks, and then groan of pleasure, the only thing that shut up his filthy stream of obscenities.
She waited until Kade started tugging her towards him now that his brother was finished and whispered her last insult to Keir.
“Ass. Stubborn jackass.”
Keir bit the back of her shoulder, close to her neck.
She tried to twist in Kade’s arms to get an eye on the jerk that had fucked her and then had the audacity to take a bite out of her, too, when she wouldn’t give him the last word.
Kade was still well-seated inside her pussy and he took a couple steps back to keep her out of his brother’s reach. He cupped her ass with both hands.
She wrapped her arms around Kade’s shoulders and neck, sighing as she gave up.
“Bluebell?” she whispered, looking into his stormy eyes. “Your twin is a rabid asswipe. He better not be contagious.”
Kade arched a brow at her. “How about you worry less about the dick behind you and more about the dick in your sweet pussy?” he suggested, thrusting inside her. “Think you can handle one last ride?”
He let her take the lead.
She went slow like she wanted. This time wasn’t about getting another orgasm for herself. Her body had taken all the pleasure she needed. It was a moment of bonding between her and Kade, when her satisfaction was seeing him achieve his own climax.
As she moved her hips up and down, she kept her gaze fixed on his face. The tightening of the skin over his high cheekbones and the gasp of air as his mouth popped open a tiny bit were subtle hints before his hands gripped harder on the globes of her ass and he finally took over for the last few thrusts.
Kade shuddered and jerked as he came into her.
His twin was behind her before Kade could even relax his grip. War and Bastion sprung up from the water and helped ease her back onto her feet as she stretched out the legs she had curled tightly around Kade’s hips.
“Now that's what I call a proper initiation into the Phoenix club,” Bastion pronounced.
When they went home, it would be with a bond that nobody would tear apart again.
13
Keir
A Spot of Cold Tea
Tess was theirs.
Sharing wasn’t the hardship he’d imagined it would be when it was anyone other than his brother. Keir had been pleasantly surprised by how well the weekend had gone. Especially given it had started with an angry and frightened Tess running away from them.
Two days had changed everything.
The trip had been a good idea. It allowed them to bond together as a group, ready to tackle their problems as a cohesive whole.
That was what had been missing when they had tried to handle Jensen’s gang at first. All of them have forgotten how to lean on each other.
What are friends for if not to be leaned upon in times of need?
Keir should have known better. The bond between twins was a model for the ties of friendship.
Give and take. A pair is stronger than one. It’s us against the rest.
Tess would tell him it was ‘us against the world’ but Keir could say it however he wanted in his thoughts. She would never know if he butchered some of her favourite sayings to repurpose them.
Bastion had meant well when he went after the drugs and took on the responsibility of hiding them. Though, such liability was something Bastion couldn’t afford.
War had the resources to help them, but they had been reluctant to accept what felt like a handout at the time.
Did it really mean admitting to a wrong when they allowed a friend to help?
Kade wasn’t guilty of the crimes he had been accused of committing. They all knew that. It was okay to present a united front, stick together.
Keir wished he had tried to convince his brother sooner to let their friends do more than be supporting actors. Kade’s self-elected role of a stupid rich boy that had fallen from grace hadn’t gotten them what they wanted.
Revenge. Justice. Closure.
They could have lost everything if Tess hadn’t shocked them all back to facing a harsh reality.
They had to protect her!
They’d been idiots to take on individual risk to fight when their group was so much stronger together. Coming back to town after their weekend trip was a humble reminder of how much they had risked by being cowboys.
As soon as they disembarked the jet, smiles dropped.
Kade had refused to let go of Tess’s hand as they walked through the airport private lot.
War had Ms. Gladstone radio the valet ahead to have a car waiting. The car they used to come to the airport had been taken away to be detailed, so another was supposed to be arranged.
Bastion insisted on going first, ahead of their group. They all knew it was to check out their surroundings, look for danger.
And Keir?
He’d jumped, like the biggest pansy, behind them all when someone slammed a car door somewhere close. Good thing none of the rest of them saw that humiliating clue to how anxious he was feeling.
Jensen wasn’t getting another chance at Tess.
Their girl had picked up on all of their tensions. She held Kade’s hand, let Bastion go ahead, allowed Keir at her back, and chatted lightly with War. She might have shared some of their fears, but she tried not to show it.
All of them knew Tess was as good an actress as Kade. Hell, better. She’d played her father like a well-worn card with the edges torn and sides smoothed so she knew just how to flip him to land face up.
That act in her house had told them everything they didn’t know about the Wolf without revealing their hands or her own entirely back to her father.
Tess was brave and she proved herself capable of handling herself.
Keir was proud of her independence even if he was as equally scared to let her out of his sight.
“My stepmom sent her goons,” Bastion said, crossing the lot back to them.
Keir groaned.
Already their plans were getting messed up. They were supposed to go straight to War’s house to get the security team that had arrived ahead of them set up to their tasks. Everyone had to be assigned bodyguards.
“Should we split up?” Keir asked.
“No,” Kade said. “Bastion’s stepmom will have to behave civilly if we’re all there. Let’s just go.”
Suffer together was left unsaid.
“I’m going to see your house?” Tess asked, sounding interested.
“The Charming castle,” Bastion replied. “It’s not even ball night. Be sure to tell my stepmother that you have to be home before midnight and that you can’t take your shoes off. I could use a good laugh.”
Tess frowned. “No. That would be rude.”
“If you want to wait for my stepmother to draw first blood, be my guest. I always say hit first and hard enough that your opponent doesn’t get a chance,” Bastion said.
One of the drivers for the Wilkinsons came up behind Bastion. He sighed and turned around, presenting his wrists, held out in front of him like they were about to be handcuffed.
“Out of cuffs? Oh, well. Lead the way. We’re all coming voluntarily,” Bastion directed.
As soon as they got into the waiting limo, Bastion reached for a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He wasn’t as cool as he was playing.
“A limo?” Tess asked, a little awed.
Even Keir and his brother had been in plenty of limos. Tess’s perspective was very different from theirs if this impressed her.
They’d just left a private jet!
Bastion took a swig before answering Tess.
“Yep, it’s good for travelling with friends. Marla must have expected us to be together,” Bastion said, then took another gulp of water.
He had already half-drained the bottle. Tess licked her lips as she eyed Bastion’s rapidly depleting water bottle.
“Do you really think o
f your parents as opponents?” Tess asked. She gestured to his hands. “Cuffs? Drawing first blood?” she prompted from what he’d said earlier.
“He thinks of everyone as an opponent,” Keir said. “His parents really are as heartless as he makes them sound. Don’t say anything more than the bare necessities. I wouldn’t engage that poisonous viper of a stepmom unless I had the antidote on standby.”
Tess licked her lips again.
Wasn’t she going to ask for her own drink?
Bastion had her showing her anxiety finally.
“Bastard, give her the rest of your water,” Keir ordered.
“Get her a new bottle,” War overrode.
“Are you thirsty?” Bastion asked, already opening the mini fridge again. “Anyone else?”
“Yes, please,” Tess said.
“Coke,” Kade requested.
Keir took the water bottle from Bastion. Unscrewing the cap top for Tess, he handed it over to her.
She thanked him and took a long, grateful drink. The muscles on her throat moved, drawing Keir’s attention to the tiny bruise of a hickey peeking out from the collar of her shirt.
Had he done that or Kade?
“I thought your parents were okay with you coming to the island?” War questioned.
He took up more than half of the double-seat he had claimed for himself, stretching out as if he hadn’t a care in the world. It was a good but fake impression.
Maybe they all ought to take a note from War and chill the fuck out. Tess didn’t need them making her more stressed. She probably had enough already on her mind with where they were headed.
Bastion shrugged without answering War out loud. Great.
Meet the parents had taken a twist.
How many boyfriends brought their girlfriend home in a car with tinted windows and door locks engaged?
They were practically being forced to this meeting. All of the rest of them were collateral. Bastion was the target, the heir his parents needed to overprotect.
Typical of the Wilkinsons. Nobody’s importance dwarfed the wishes of Bastion’s stepmother.
Perhaps she knew?
Bastion’s stepmother had to want to meet Tess. The girl that had driven Bastion to knock out a guard and skip his own party.
Duplicity (Victory Lap Book 2) Page 24
