On the edge of a climax, my thighs clenched as I felt it building.
Just before the big bang, he drew away, leaving me wanting.
I groaned in protest.
“Give me a second, sweetheart.” He kissed my thigh before I felt probing at my nether lips.
What the hell was he doing?
My breath caught when I realized what he was about to do.
“Lincoln, no.”
I felt him stiffen and pause. “No?”
“No wax on my...” I felt myself blush behind the mask.
He moved up over me, his shirt brushing against my sensitive peeks, and whispered at my ear, “No wax on your what, sweetheart?” He kissed my ear.
“On my down there parts.”
He chuckled.
I liked the sound against my skin.
“I think there’s a better word for it, and I’m pretty sure you know the word.”
“Linc...”
His mouth dropped to my neck and his hips pressed down and started to grind.
“Clit, Faith. Say, ‘Lincoln, no wax on my clit.’”
I moaned. “Linc, just–”
He bit my neck, then sucked. “I want you to say it.”
“I–”
His lips trailed down my chest. “Yes?” He kissed my aching peaks.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s going to happen, Faith. Unless you say the word.”
He moved away.
Anticipation rose.
Cool air kissed my damn clit as I felt him glide a finger down the raised tip.
“Are you going to say it? Or do you want to see how it can be after the heat? After the hot wax has cooled and molded to your delicate flesh? After the wax is off and my lips are wrapped around your heated clit. The moans you’ll make. Begging me for more. I think you’ll like it. I know I will,” he teased.
I quickly thought about how it felt when he did it on my chest.
“Faith?”
“Okay.”
He kissed my inner thigh. “Okay, you’ll say clit or okay you want to do the wax and say clit?”
“No wax on my clit.” I sucked in a breath. I was scared. Nipples were fine, but I didn’t think I was ready for the latter.
“You got it, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin. “Another time.”
My body relaxed moments before he kissed my clit and had me coming. It was then he stripped and took my hips in hands, taking his own pleasure and heightening mine as we both tumbled into a climactic mess.
Then the bedroom door creaked open. And that’s about time when things...
Blew.
Up.
“What the hell happened to taking it easy?!”
Chapter Twelve
Kayden
I knew when Tyler left our childhood home after getting a call from Tucker again that this was the perfect moment to let Faith and Lincoln have some alone time. Getting them both home at the same time and keeping Tyler with me was the issue, though.
The only thing I could think of was to stall Tyler by having him pick me up... but where? If he came back here, it would be too easy for him.
I had to be smart about this.
Leaving the laundry where it was, I went for my phone and texted Faith to see when she’d be headed home. It was late afternoon now, so hopefully she was either headed there now or sometime soon.
If I sent Lincoln home with the truck, Tyler would have to come back and pick me up. Therefore, they'd have time together at home.
Hoofing it out of the office and back into the house, I yelled for Lincoln.
“Yeah!” It sounded like he was upstairs. I found him in his old bedroom that Mom had now made into a guest room. He was lying on the bed and dropped his phone on his chest before raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“Tyler just left. You want to take the truck and run those errands before heading home? I'll have Tyler come and pick me up and keep him here for a while.”
He shot up at the mention of having time with Faith. “I’m game.” He grinned at me. “See if you can stay for dinner. Mom misses having us around.”
I tossed him the keys. “Sure she does. That’s why your room is now for guests, Tyler’s became a craft room, and mine is storage.”
He twirled the keys on the ring and chuckled. “Okay, you have a point.”
I stepped away from the door as he raced out. “Thanks, Kayden. I owe you.”
“Damn right you do!”
Later on, by sheer luck, Tyler came back to our parents’ home later than I thought he would, and Mom was the one to guilt trip us into staying for dinner. When Tyler asked about Faith and Lincoln, I casually mentioned Lincoln was at home and would be waiting for Faith to get home and would feed her.
Begrudgingly, he agreed to stay but seemed distracted and barely ate.
After dinner, we loaded up the rest of our clean laundry and bid our parents goodbye.
It was when we entered our house that things went downhill. I was right behind him when Tyler saw the uneaten food and the opened box.
Boots were carelessly left on the floor, and Lincoln’s package was open on the couch. Neither one of them were downstairs. Tyler's eyes zeroed in on the box and the little piece of advertisement with 30% off flogging leather. That clued him in on what had been in that empty box and he flipped. “He said he’d wait. That he would take it easy with her!”
I winced, upset that I hadn’t been able to prevent this nightmare.
“Tyler, wait, you know–”
“No! No excuses.”
After years with being with Faith, he knew about those boxes and what they could hold, and before I could explain or reason with him, he was up those stairs with one thought in mind: Faith and the baby.
“Shit.” I hurried after him. “Tyler, wait! You don’t want to do this.” But it didn't matter; he was already up the stairs and rounding the corner toward our bedroom door. Before I could stop him from entering, he slammed open the door and cursed our brother.
“What the hell happened to taking it easy!”
Grabbing a hold of the back of his shirt, I yanked him out of the bedroom and slammed his back to the wall beside it. I held him there while shutting our bedroom door, ignoring Lincoln’s white ass hovering over Faith.
Tyler shoved me away from him. “Let me go, Kayden!”
I barricaded the door and put my hands up when he went to charge in. “Fuckin’ calm down, dude. You're worse than Raina on her rag. Do you need period medicine now?”
Tyler's blazing anger went from the door to me. “What the hell?”
I snorted. “That's what I was thinking. What the hell are you doing, Tyler?”
He growled and raked a hand through his hair, turning away from me. “Did you see what was going on in there? She was tied up!”
I shook my head. “I didn't see it, but you need to calm down. He’s not hurting her. Lincoln would never hurt her. You need to understand that–”
He threw a hand up toward the door. “But the baby–”
“No. You know Lincoln. And you know as much as I do that he'd never hurt her or our baby. If you don't trust Lincoln—trust us—this is never going to work.”
That had him freezing.
While he was stunned, I gripped his shirt and pushed him toward the stairs. “You need to calm the fuck down and wait for them to come out. We’ll wait downstairs where you won't go green and smack Lincoln into the floor while calling him a fuckin’ puny brother.”
“That's the Hulk, Kayden,” he growled as he went down. “And I wouldn't say puny, either. Asshole is more like it.”
“Tyler, I think you have more to worry about than our asshole brother. You walked in and screamed at Faith too. She’s gonna flip on you.”
He was quiet after that. He plopped down on the couch in the living room with a groan. “She's going to murder me.”
“And you're going to apologize. This time you didn't stumble into the mess, you creat
ed it.”
“Shut the fuck up, Kayden. I shouldn't have walked in on them, okay? I know how Linc is with her; I'm fine with it, but she’s pregnant. He can't be like that with her. Not now.”
A snort came out. “Tyler, I got news for you. You're not in charge of our relationship with Faith. We're in this together. You need to trust us. And right now, you're not trusting him.”
“I asked him to be careful with her! And what does he do? He ties her the fuck up!”
“Yes, but was that hurting her? Do you think that Faith would allow Lincoln to do anything to hurt her or the baby? Something she didn’t say yes to first?”
He gave another groan and dragged his hands down his face. “No.”
“By her moans alone, that tells you she could say anything she wanted.”
Tyler sat back on the couch and shook his head, staring at the ceiling. “I messed up.”
Relaxing now that he seemed to understand what he’d done, I gave him the truth. “Royally.”
“I don't like him tying her up.”
“Okay. Maybe this is something we need to talk about. It might be something you don’t want to see, so don’t barge in when Lincoln and Faith are together.”
“We all need to talk about this.” He lifted his head and glared at me. “You knew what he was going to do. You knew and kept me out.”
I shrugged. “I did keep you out. They needed their own time, and I made it happen. Lincoln is different. He’s more dominant than we are. You know this. There are things he’s going to do differently with Faith, just like there are things we're going to do differently with her, and we're going to have to respect that boundary. And tonight, you didn’t.”
Tyler muttered a curse word and lifted his head a bit. “Fine. I'm gonna go up there–”
“No,” I said, putting up a hand. “Sit your ass down and wait until they come down.”
“Yeah, okay.” He twisted his lips. “Do you think Faith is going to forgive me?”
I sat down next to him. “Hopefully. We have to go appliance shopping tomorrow.”
A short while later, we heard the bedroom door open, and Tyler’s head popped up to stare at the hallway as a set of feet came clamoring down.
Lincoln appeared with Faith by his side. They had both gotten dressed in flannel nightclothes. Lincoln’s mouth was pressed, and his eyebrows were drawn in. He looked furious and had a right to be.
Instead of Lincoln, who I thought would be the one to confront Tyler, Faith came full throttle at Tyler, pointing her tiny little finger into his chest. “What the hell did you think you were doing? Barging in on us like that? Do you think he would hurt me?”
I would've been amused at the whole situation except that this was very serious.
Faith gestured to Linc, who stood there with arms folded and an eyebrow raised. “Each of you have your own alone time with me, and that needs to be respected.”
“That's not why I was upset. Having him tie you down like that, doing those things to you, I'm fine with. I just don't want to see it. But you’re pregnant! He needs to be more cautious,” Tyler argued.
“Cautious?” Lincoln now stepped in. “Do you think I'm going to do anything to hurt our baby?”
Tyler gave a frustrated growl. “We all agreed,” he said while gesturing to me, as if I was going to jump in and help him.
That wasn't gonna happen. I stood back and shook my hands in denial. “Don't even think of dragging me into this.”
Faith whirled over to me, eyes blazing. “What do you mean, you all agreed?” She folded her arms and cocked her head slightly as she narrowed her eyes at me. Shit, she looked hot while mad.
I shrugged and nodded over to Tyler. “Ask him.”
“Lincoln,” Tyler growled, wanting an answer.
Lincoln’s eyebrows were raised. “I never really agreed with it. I think it was a shit way of trying to control us, honestly.”
“What the hell, man? We were trying to protect her!”
That's when Faith threw up her arms. “I am not some delicate doll! I don't need to be handled! If this is going to work, we need to respect our spaces.” She pointed at the three of us. “I mean it, and you know what...” It was like a light bulb came on. She put up a finger. “Just a minute.”
She hurried past Lincoln and upstairs.
Tyler gestured to Lincoln. “Look, I'm sorry. I know how you are with her, and I flipped out.”
Good. Tyler admitted he was wrong. My head turned to Linc. Now it was his turn.
Lincoln let out a half sigh and shook his head. “I won't hurt her. I never would. And you just have to get over the fact that I do things differently with Faith. She likes it. And you need to respect that.”
“Yeah,” Tyler sighed right before Faith came pounding down the stairs again. When she rounded the corner, she held something in her hand. Strolling up to Tyler, she took his hand and slapped a square wooden thing in it with a ribbon looped at the top.
“You see this?” She stepped back from him as he looked at it. “This is our ‘tonight’ and ‘not tonight’ sign. From now on, ‘not tonight’ means that I'm either not in the mood or do not enter our room. It's the man tie at the door knob, the sock or underwear. When you come home, if that is there, you do not enter, not unless you're willing to join in.” That got a couple of chuckles. She pointed to Tyler and Linc. “Did you say sorry?”
Lincoln came up to her and hugged her to his side. “I think we're done.”
“How can you forgive so easily? He came in like that and–”
“Why are you complaining? You already had your orgasm.”
Oh no.
She pushed away from him. “I am still upset.”
“We can see that,” I muttered.
She glared at me. “That's all I have to say for tonight.” Then she turned to the stairs just as the power went out. In the dark, we heard her say, “Maybe I'll just stay down here.” The words were rushed. “Can I have someone’s hand?”
“I'll get her.” Lincoln chuckled.
I pulled out my phone and turned it on. “I'll go get the flashlights.”
“I'll get more blankets.” Tyler sighed. “No heat tonight. We're all bundling up.”
Chapter Thirteen
Faith
I woke up early in the morning when the sun was just rising. Our electricity had been turned back on sometime in the middle the night when the guys and I were asleep. Even though I was mad at Tyler—actually, all three of them—for having some stupid pact about being careful with me during sex because of the baby, it was sweet, but I wished they had talked to me first. I padded down the stairs in my fuzzy socks and glared at the ugly kitchen across the hall and went left, toward the front family room with the TV.
Glancing at our meager furniture, I was grateful it was going to be replaced soon. Granny Manto was crazy, but she was also crazy sweet sometimes. For a price. I sighed.
Even though I knew that, I wanted my house to be a home. Kayden had said that the people in the house make it a home. While that's true, I wanted it to feel like home and for it to not be so empty and lonely.
I chuckled as I sat down on the hand-me-down couch and curled my legs against my body, hugging my arms around them. I guess I couldn't be too lonely with three men in the house.
After a moment of being cold, I decided maybe it was time to get up and get my blood flowing. Heading to the kitchen, I took in the rough, aged countertops and peeling cabinets, wondering what I could do to update them. Moving over to the kitchen sink, I told myself to cheer up. It was appliance shopping day.
I rolled up my sleeves to wash dishes. After cleaning the few dishes we had, I set them on the counter next to the sink to dry. From there, I took my rag and wiped down all the countertops, groaning at how ugly they were but grateful that we actually had a kitchen. Then I swept up the little pizza crumbs that were left. Tidying done, I left the kitchen for the empty family room in the back of the house with the fireplace and sighed. My
home was empty and cold. Granny Manto was right; I did need curtains. Stepping up to one of the three windows along the back wall, I looked out. The view outside was impressive. Our back porch was piled high with pure white snow, and beyond that was a field of snow perfect for sledding. With the trees further out draped in white, the setting was like a winter wonderland. Even though it was cold, the scene outside looked cozy. A wonderful place to raise kids.
That's where Kayden found me, hugging myself and staring outside.
His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed the top of my head. “You know that tree analogy Tyler always talks about? How roots have to be strong? This is one of the ways we make them stronger, by forgiving.”
“How can you forgive so easily?” I asked, not truly angry anymore but curious nonetheless.
He chuckled. “Honestly? Guys are stupid, but we forgive each other quicker than girls.”
I snorted. “And why is that? That you can be so quick to forgive?”
“We don't piss around,” he said bluntly. “We forgive and move on. If it happens again”—I felt him shrug—“we drop the person.”
“So...” I asked, turning around in his arms and tipping my head to look up at him. “If I keep making mistakes, you're going to drop me?”
Kayden smirked and curled a lock of my hair around his finger and lightly tugged. “Let's just say, you wouldn't fall far.”
I smacked his chest and he caught my hand, holding it so I could feel the beat of his heart. “Listen, we might get upset, but we’re still learning. We’ll make mistakes, but we’ll learn from them too. Let's just make sure were not learning the same mistakes over and over. Some of us want to get to the good stuff.” He still had that smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. I was trying hard not to smile, but he knew I was caving. Before my lips could curve up at the corners, I tipped up on my toes and kissed his lips.
He took control of the kiss. It was sweet and tender, and when we pulled apart, he had a goofy smile. “You totally caved.”
I grinned. “Wouldn't you like to know.”
“Anytime you want to distract me with a kiss, I give you permission.” I chuckled. “Now, you ready to go appliance shopping?”
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