by Logan Fox
I step back. “I’m not kidding, Cass. It hurts. It feels…”
“Like it’s happening again?” he asks, cocking his head. “You read those articles I sent you, right?”
I roll my eyes and go back to staring at the ocean. They’ve all been trying to help me through this, but I guess no one comes back from a near-death experience without a little emotional baggage. Me? I never pack light.
A scar.
PTSD.
So many triggers they have to line up.
I smile to myself.
I’m one of them now. The Brotherhood. Just as broken and fucked up as they are. All it took was getting raped and shot.
Kismet.
Cass slings an arm over my shoulder and draws me against his chest. He’s wearing my pink robe, but didn’t bother closing it up—his skin is cool and smooth and oh so delicious to touch. I slide my fingertips over his pecs and down his ribs, then circle his waist and squeeze him as I lay my head against his chest.
His heart thumps away quietly in his ribcage.
If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive.
Any of them.
But especially Cass.
I don’t remember much of what happened in the blue room. My therapist said the memories might come back one day or never. I don’t know if I want to know everything—my men already told me everything I need to know.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Cass murmurs into my ear. “Something to get you out of that pretty head of yours.”
“We’re not going to raid the fridge,” I tell him, although secretly if he pushed me, I’d probably cave. I’ve already put on ten pounds—I’ll be rolling around like one of those kids in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory if my men keep stuffing me with food.
“Not what I had in mind.” Cass steps away from me and goes to the edge of the infinity pool.
He shrugs his shoulders. My pink satin robe slides down his back and pools by his feet.
Oh God, he was naked and I didn’t even notice.
How couldn’t I notice?
Because I was stuck in my head.
He takes his time getting in the pool, as if he knows how much it turns me on looking at his body. Every muscle is toned and lean, from his taut neck to his slim biceps, to his almost-eight-pack to his gorgeous ass.
“Is it cold?” I ask him, as he slips into the black pool.
“A little.” He twirls around, sending ripples to all four sides. “Promise I’ll keep you warm if you get in.”
I glance up at the main bedroom’s balcony. There are no lights on up there. Zach and Apollo must still be fast asleep.
“Five minutes,” I tell him. “I don’t want to be all groggy for the doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”
Cass holds up a hand, fingers spread. He watches me intently as I take off my vest and boxer shorts, and swims closer when I step hesitantly into the pool.
The water isn’t as cold as I thought it would be, but I still let out a theatrical shiver when it hits my nipples.
“Oh, my poor baby girl,” Cass murmurs, scooping me into his arms and spinning us around in the water.
He urges my legs around his waist, his hands lingering on my ass as we take another slow spin.
“You know that crap about how time heals all wounds?” he asks, putting his forehead against mine.
I nod, staring into his pale blue eyes.
“Well forget about that. You have us, okay? What we can’t heal, we can easily make you forget.” His lips brush my ear. My jaw. My cheek.
I turn, but he pulls back, teasing me with just a whisper of his lips before they’re out of reach.
“Cass,” I whine, tightening my thighs around his waist.
“Princess,” he says, in much the same tone. “Don’t be so demanding.”
“I just want a kiss. But then we have to go to bed.”
“And the demands just keep coming.” He squeezes my ass with both hands, hard enough to make me draw a quick breath. “When will you learn?”
“Hopefully never.” I try and chase his mouth, but he keeps moving his head away.
Just when I’m about to give up on our kiss, my ass hits the small island in the middle of the pool. During the day, there’s a fountain that splashes into the pool but right now it’s just a slab of stone.
Cass pushes me against the side, grabs my hair, and kisses me.
I melt against him, losing myself in the passion of his expert lips and forceful tongue.
He breaks off our kiss and then hoists me onto the edge before sliding his hands down the front of my body. Tweaking one nipple, then the other. Then his fingers glide down my stomach.
He’s already wedged his body between my legs, but I spread them a little wider when he gets close.
“God, I fucking love it when you open your legs for me,” he murmurs as he pushes up on his hands to give me a peck on the lips. “You’re such a fast learner, my precious little slut.”
He scoots me back, careful not to scrape my skin on the stone and reaches into the water to grab my leg. He lifts it, positioning my foot on the edge, kissing my knee as he stares up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Cass…”
“What?”
“We shouldn’t be—”
He slaps my pussy, and I cut off with a sigh.
“We should get back in bed,” I continue hurriedly as he lifts my other leg, positions it on the other side of my body.
He ignores me, of course. He’s too busy staring at my pussy. Giving my knee an absent, cat-like lick, he sticks his hand in the water and starts stroking his cock.
“We will, soon as I’m done with you.”
“But the others—”
“Can have whatever’s left.” His eyes dart up to mine as he strokes my pussy with his fingertips.
“Fuck,” I murmur, my eyelashes trembling as I fight for my eyes not to close. If they did, it would be much too easy to surrender.
This is wrong.
It’s not written in stone or anything, but when there’s anything more than kissing, everyone’s invited.
But Cass has been tempting me ever since my last bandage came off. Luring me away, kissing me until I’m breathless, and then trying to get into my pants.
I’ve fought him off more times than I can count, and I’m fucking proud of that.
But tonight…
He strokes my pussy, sending tingles up my body. I tangle my hands in his hair as he plants tiny kisses on my inner thighs, his eyes never leaving mine.
Like he’s daring me to tell him to stop. Fuck, I want to. Because this feels so wrong—just the two of us, out here in the dark but so very exposed. All it would take is one of my men waking up and wandering onto the balcony for a smoke, and they’d know what we did.
Alone.
When he spreads my legs even wider, ducks down, and drags his tongue through my slit, I almost yank out all of his hair.
I force his mouth harder against my pussy, his tongue deeper. I lift my hips, and start rocking against his mouth, one hand behind me for balance, the other keeping his head exactly where I want it.
And fuck it feels good.
Diabolically good.
I never want it to end.
Seconds later, I’m already close to coming.
He draws back, licks his lips as he stares up at me. He slides two fingers inside me, beckoning. “Come on, Princess. You know you want to.”
Oh God, I’m like fucking putty in his hands. He played the long game and I guess he finally won. I don’t have the willpower to resist him anymore.
He licks my pussy again, his fingers still deep inside me, teasing me. Then he starts sliding them in and out. “This could be my cock,” he murmurs. “Stretching you. Filling you.”
I shake my head. “We can’t.”
His eyes narrow. “That’s not the right answer, Princess.”
“Cass, come on—”
He grabs me around the waist and tugs me off t
he island. His mouth grinds against mine as he drags me back to the edge of the pool.
And I fall for it.
Because I think he’s accepted my decision.
We climb out of the pool. He leads me back into the house, not bothering to pick up my robe, not letting me stop for my clothes.
But we don’t go upstairs.
He yanks me away from the stairs when I head for them. When I resist, just for a second, he picks me off my feet and carries me to a chaise lounge in the living room.
“Hey, I thought we were—”
“Sorry, my precious little cock tease.” He kisses me again, hard, and drops me on the couch. “This is happening.”
I push up onto my elbows. “But it’s not—”
He grabs my hair, yanks back my head. “Say ‘wrong’ one more time…”
I stare at him, my jaw bunched.
They treated me like a glass figurine for the last few months. This is the first time one of them is getting even a little rough with me.
Thank fucking God.
“It’s wrong,” I tell him.
He shows me his teeth. “Then I don’t want to be right.”
Cass straddles me so fast I don’t even have time to fight him. He grabs my wrists, slamming them into the chair above my head. Then he claims my mouth again, kissing me like he hates the fact that I turn him on this much.
And I can feel just how much he wants me. Every inch of his cock is rock hard as it slides over my belly.
He shoves a hand between my legs and follows with a knee.
I have no choice but to let him in.
As soon as both his legs are between mine, he goes to his knees and rakes his eyes over my exposed body.
He slaps my pussy hard enough to make me gasp, and then thrusts a finger inside me.
“You’re not even wet enough for them, why the fuck do you want to go upstairs?” he says.
I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.
His lips are on mine, bruising hard, and then his hand is over my slit. He squeezes, massages me, puts pressure on my clit with the base of his palm.
I moan into his mouth, my legs falling open for him.
“That’s better,” he whispers.
His fingers spread my pussy open. He dips his hips, dragging the crown of his cock over my dripping slit.
“Getting there.”
He presses the tip of his dick against my entrance, and then pulls back to smear my arousal over my clit.
The touch is so light, but still electrifying. I lift my hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he just chuckles at me and nips my breast.
I press my nipple into his mouth, and he teases it with his teeth, his hot, erratic breaths puffing against my skin as he slides his cock along my slit.
“Fuck, please,” I moan. “Just…”
“Say it, and I’ll consider it.”
“Just fuck me.”
“Hard?”
“Yes!”
“Not slow?”
I groan. “Yes, slow.”
“So slow and hard?
“Cass, fuck…please.”
I’m about to start sobbing.
He lets go of my wrists. Sits back on his heels. Strokes his dick and studies me. Then he turns his head a little and says, “What do you think, boys? Hard and fast, or soft and slow?”
I jerk under him, my eyes darting to the dark pools of shadow in the living room.
Zach and Apollo step forward. They’re still dressed in their pajamas—a pair of boxers for Zach, and a vest and jocks for Apollo.
They’re both hard. The lust in their eyes is unmistakable.
Color blazes over my cheeks. Cass slaps my pussy again. “Eyes up here, Trin.”
My eyes fly back to him. “Cass—”
“Let them watch,” he says, putting his head to the side. “Maybe if you give them a good show, they’ll still want you when I’m done.”
When he forces the first inch of cock inside me, everything else ceases to exist. My back arches, a soft sigh escaping my lips. He teases me, keeping just an inch of his dick inside me as he strums my clit.
I’m so fucking close to coming I almost unravel the second he finally thrusts into me.
I let out a breathless moan, scraping my nails down his arm.
He folds down, catching my lips with his. His kiss is deep and soulful as he slowly starts fucking me with every inch of his cock.
Slow.
Hard.
His kiss intoxicates me to the point where the room starts spinning. I stab my nails into his back, then his ass, trying to get him to grind harder against me.
He groans, his lips trembling against mine. “Jesus, princess, you’re holding onto me so fucking tight.”
He’s heavy, but deliciously so. And when he starts moving again, it’s slow and steady.
“Are you going to come for me?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“Then come, princess. I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”
He kisses me again, and slides a hand between us. He massages my clit with his thumb, slowing down until he’s barely moving.
Then he rams into me, filling me with every inch of his dick.
Again.
Again.
But he doesn’t surrender my mouth. Doesn’t stop teasing my clit.
When I come, it’s with a shudder and an explosion of bliss deep inside my core.
He pounds into me, and then his cum fills me. He thrusts again, grunting against my lips, like he wants to get even deeper.
Everything down there tingles furiously when he pulls out. He keeps stroking my clit, each caress sending new tendrils of pleasure through my body.
He gives me a last kiss, soft and gentle, as he climbs off me. I lose myself in his mouth, my legs falling open. His cum leaks out of me, and I don’t even care if Zach and Apollo see.
He’s still kissing me when the couch sinks down between my legs. I try and look, but he grabs my chin and forces me to keep kissing him. And he never stops massaging my clit.
A cock presses against my entrance.
I groan, shift. I want to know who it is, but he won’t let me.
But at soon as that first thrust slams into me, I know.
I gasp as Zach fucks me, so hard I can’t kiss Cass back anymore. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just rains kisses on my lips and chin until I push him away.
It’s not fair.
He had me all to himself.
When I face Zach, he stops fucking me. But his cock is still buried in me to the hilt. My eyes flutter, but I force them wide. I grab his shoulder, urge him down.
He moves stiffly, like he’s resisting me.
But he’s going to have everything, whether he wants it or not.
I slide my fingers in his hair and rock my hips against him, urging him to fuck me again. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “You can fuck me as hard as you want.”
There’s a moment’s hesitation, and then he ducks forward and kisses me. His cock draws out, but it slams back a second later.
Pain, pleasure—they mix and swirl around inside me in a dizzying fog.
We can barely keep our lips together, but it doesn’t matter. Just the heat of his breath and the caress of his mouth against mine is enough.
That way, he can breathe in every gasp and catch every moan I make as he punishes me.
“Are you going to come for me too?” he asks, breathless, fervent.
“I don’t know,” I tell him. This is fucking torture of the best kind, but whether I can come when he’s fucking me so hard is anyone’s guess.
“Make it happen, little girl,” he growls. He straightens, grabs my wrist, and slaps my hand between my legs. “And hurry, because I’m not waiting for you.”
He grabs my hips, adding even more force to his powerful thrusts.
“Christ, Zach, you’re going to break her,” Apollo says.
Zach grabs my hand again, and forces
me to touch myself. “You never done this before or something?”
Tears leak from my eyes, but I don’t know if it’s shame or terror or pain or pleasure.
I don’t even care.
Cass strokes my hair. “Come on, baby girl.”
I touch myself, start massaging my clit.
“Harder,” Cass whispers.
Zach’s fingers dimple into my hips. I massage a little harder, my mouth falling open as that tiny nub starts sending urgent pleasure signals soaring through my body.
“That’s it,” Zach says. “Now faster, sweetheart.”
I speed up. My head pushes back into the couch. I start moaning and rocking as I lose control over my body.
“Look at me,” Zach snaps.
I force my eyes open, but they’re blurry as fuck. He starts slowing, but each thrust is now more violent than the last. The impact of our hipbones meeting goes through my body like an aftershock.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’d better come with me.” He grinds into me, filling every inch of me with his cock.
I let out a breathless yell, my back arching off the couch as I climax.
“God,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
One last thrust has my mind coming loose. Zach fills me with his load, and it dribbles down my slit as he pulls out. When he slams back I let out a sob.
He sits back, stroking a last bit of cum from his cock as he watches me shivering under him.
Then he reaches out blindly and grabs hold of Apollo. “You’re up.”
I lift my legs, squeezing my thighs together. Apollo hesitates, eyes going wide. He opens his mouth as if to ask if I’m okay, and I let my legs fall open again.
He’s between them a second later. His cock slides inside me while Zach’s cum is still leaking out.
This couch is ruined.
But I don’t give a fuck.
I push onto my elbows, let Cass smooth sweat-slicked hair from my face, and then grab Apollo’s head for a kiss.
Apollo thrusts deeper into me. Deeper. Deeper. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, and force him in the last bit.
“I love you, Trinity,” he murmurs.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
We meld together as he gives me a deep, breathless kiss. He pulls back, thrusts into me again.
“But…uh…”
I frown. “What?”
He gives me a grin. “Doggy style?”
