KEPT: A Small Town Second Chance Romance Novella (Reckless Falls Book 0)

by Vivian Lux

  I fell back, licking my lips, and looked up at Gray. He blinked down at me, eyes wide and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Harper," he said, reaching out to touch my face again, and my name on his lips sounded almost like a prayer.

  "Shit, girl," Cal said, sliding alongside me and kissing the side of my breast. "That was..."

  "Oh my God," I breathed, staring at the ceiling. Both of them were pressed up against me, their naked skin against mine, and our mingled heat had me drowsy. The instant I slid my arms up, Cal nestled his blonde head against my cheek, resting on my shoulder. Gray flopped over, landing on his belly, and kissed my fingertips, then he yawned hugely, which made me yawn, which made Cal yawn, but my head was spinning. There was no way I'd be able to sleep between them.

  That was the last thought I had before I fell asleep between them.

  Chapter Twenty

  Callum

  Gray snored like a motherfucker.

  It was one thing to hear it from the other end of my house... With his door shut... And my door shut... And my fan on... And with earplugs in.

  It was quite another thing to be lying in the same bed as him listening to him do his impression of a human chain saw.

  I had no idea how Harper could sleep through this.

  But sleep she did, curled up with her hands tucked under her face, her lips slightly parted. In between the awful sound of Gray's snores, I could hear the delicate sips of her breath and... she was just the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

  I allowed myself two more minutes of just watching her, before I reached over and then gently shook her shoulder. "Harper," I whispered. "Wake up, we need to get out of this room."

  Early morning light was seeping through the blinds and the whole house was quiet, but for how long? I had no idea how much time we had until the McCabes woke up. Had no idea if they were the type of family to come knocking on their daughter's door to invite her for breakfast, but knowing Mrs. McCabe and her infamous hospitality, we needed to get moving fast.

  But Harper didn't move. I watched her for a minute more and then reached over and smacked Gray in the shoulder. "Hey,” I hissed. "We need to get out here," I whispered.

  He responded with a gigantic, room-shaking snort.

  Harper whined something in her sleep, and then rolled over. The sight of her beautiful breasts pointing to the sky, the way she moved — so boneless and floppy and trusting — God it made me hard all over again. I brushed my fingers down her cheek and then over her breast, my fingers catching against the taut peak of her nipple. Suddenly, I didn't give a shit if we were caught or not. I leaned over and caught her lips with mine, brushing my tongue against them.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned into my mouth. Gray's snores stopped immediately, and I could feel him stir and I knew he was watching as I kissed her good morning. The kiss deepened and I could feel myself lengthening against her. She arched, pressing against me, then pulled away and rolled over.

  I had no idea why I liked watching her as she slid to her side and kissed Gray. Maybe it was the way her body curved as she pressed herself upon her elbow. Maybe it was the way her hair fell to the side in a waterfall. Maybe it was the way the two of them looked together. I had no idea, all I knew was that seeing the two of them kissing had me doubly hard.

  From over her shoulder, Gray's eyes met mine, and without really knowing what I was saying, I nodded. I leaned over and kissed her shoulder as she slid over onto her back. Kneeling upward, I pressed my fingers to my lips, willing her with my eyes to stay silent. She nodded, wide-eyed and then looked at Gray.

  His face was nearly ecstatic as he slid inside of her, and she opened her mouth, muffling her groan around my waiting cock.

  Last night had been primal, almost animal like, and I knew that in my half-drunk state, there were some parts that I was missing. But in the early morning light, with her still sleepy body below mine, I knew I would remember every goddamn thing about this. It didn't even matter that I wasn't the one fucking her. Because somehow this, this was way more intimate. Seeing her stretched out like that, open for us, ready, trembling, feeling the way her body moved onto ours, it was beyond anything I'd ever imagined.

  As she slid her hot, exquisite mouth over my cock, I reached down and stroked her clit in time with Gray's thrusts. Her eyes flew open and I felt her start to tremble. Seeing her undone like this, God it was the biggest rush in the world. Was it because it was forbidden? Was it because she was my best friend's little sister? Or was it just because it was Harper — fucking Harper — who I dreamed about for so many years finally, finally the way I'd wanted to see her? Wide eyed and trembling, her cries muffled around my cock as she came, I came, we all came together.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Grayson

  "We need to get going," she giggled.

  "I know," I whispered back, then went right back on kissing her.

  This girl, I swear to God, I couldn't get enough of her. I'd known it would be good, but I guess I never really realized how good it truly could be.

  Harper was a wildcat in the bedroom –- I had the scratches down my back to prove that — but she was also impossibly sweet. Her eyes danced with joy every time I kissed her. So I just kept kissing her, certain that I'd never be able to leave this spot.

  I buried my face into the soft spot by her neck and kissed a trail down to the top of her pert little breast. She gasped as I drew her nipple into my mouth, and the pearly pink skin tightened against my teeth. But her gasp was muffled as Cal tilted her head to his and covered her mouth. That sound — her moans of pleasure muffled by our mouths or, more often, our cocks — had me going like nothing else. I had no idea why it was so hot to hear the sound of her kissing him as I kissed her lower and lower, but it was, and it was turning me on so much.

  Cal moved away. "We need to go," he rumbled.

  I looked up from where I'd been nibbling on her thigh. "Bullshit," I declared, shaking my head. I buried my face between her thighs to taste that sweetness again.

  "We really need to go," Cal repeated, reaching over to smack me on the head.

  "Fuck," I hissed, moving back and rubbing the spot where he'd smacked me. "You'd think getting fucked would make you less of a prick."

  "Maybe now's not the time to be talking about pricks," Cal grumbled, looking down at his own. "And if we don't get out of here, we're going to fuck things up for Harper here."

  Her eyes widened and I suddenly felt like a prick myself. "Shit," I sighed. He was right. We were running a huge risk here. Any second now the rest of the house would wake up, stumbling across the hallway in search of coffee and Danish, and the sight of me and Cal leaving Harper's bedroom would arouse suspicions I wasn't ready to deal with.

  I should have been getting up, but instead I buried my face against her thigh again, inhaling her scent. This room, it was like there was a spell on us, where this was all okay. Where somehow we could both have her, the way we wanted her, and everyone was happy. The second we left this room, I was sure it would all fall apart. We'd realize that what we'd just done was stupid, and risky, and really kind of perverted when you think about it, and it would never happen again.

  So if we just stayed here...

  "Shit," Harper hissed, sitting up suddenly. We all froze. There was a creak just outside of the door and the sound of heavy footfall against the floorboards. I heard Harper gasp and then hold her breath.

  "Who is that?" Cal asked.

  "How the fuck should I know?" I hissed back, already tense. The spell was breaking, we were starting to snipe at each other again already.

  "I'll go first," Harper whispered. She leaped off of her bed and went to her suitcase, pulling out a pair of fresh pajamas. I sighed with sadness see her perky little ass disappearing under the flannel, and longed to kiss her breasts one more time before she buttoned her shirt. She wound her hair up on the top of her head to disguise the sex tangles and turned to face us. "How do I look?" she whispered urgently.


  Her lips were still bruised, and her face was still red from stubble.

  "You look goddamn gorgeous," I told her, sliding carefully from the bed.

  She laughed against my lips as I kissed her, and my heart soared to hear it at the same time that it crashed down to know that this... whatever it was... was about to end. "I'll see you out there," she said, patting my chest.

  With one last glance backwards, she opened her door and poked her head out. Then, without turning back, she slid out, shutting the door behind her.

  Leaving me and my best friend both standing there, as naked as the day we were born.

  Cal grabbed a pillow and settled it right over his cock. I thought for a moment about brazening it out, but finally grabbed my pants and slid them back on again.

  Then I looked at him, and sighed. "We don't have to talk about this now, do we, old woman?"

  Cal stared at the ceiling, cupping his hands behind his head. I saw his eyes dart back and forth, the way they always did when he was thinking hard. "You good?" he finally said.

  I thought for a second. I'd been with Harper, finally, no matter how odd to circumstances. I'd still tasted her lips. I'd still been inside of that sweet pussy. "I'm fine," I said.

  Cal nodded once. "Dick's didn't touch, so it's okay. Besides..." he trailed off for a second. "It's Harper."

  I licked my lips. That was the difference. It wasn't like this was just some random hookup. It had been for her. All about her.

  Always had been.

  I nodded. "It's okay," I agreed. "It's Harper."

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Harper

  I was sitting at the breakfast table, trying my best to act like a normal human being, but every twinge and ache in my body reminded me exactly just how abnormal I was.

  My mother bustled behind me, preparing another pot of coffee. My brother wandered around with his hair standing on end, looking like he'd gone through a one person tornado as he bent down and rummaged through the packed refrigerator in search of some eggs. My father was already in the living room with his newspapers, right in his customary spot. Everything was completely normal.

  Except for the way my nipples were sore and standing on end, brushing the fabric of my pajamas and sending electric shocks down straight to my core. Everything was normal except for the way my ass gently throbbed, sore as hell from the spanking but loving it. Everything was normal except for the way my lips still felt swollen from their kisses. Both of their kisses. Cal's hard driving, possessive ones, and Gray's surprisingly sweet ones. Those kisses I could still feel on my skin were what made this the least normal breakfast I'd ever endured.

  There were footsteps above us. "Oh, someone else is finally waking up," my mother said, pouring herself a cup of coffee into her favorite chipped mug. "Who ended up staying here last night, Everett?"

  Everett shrugged, and for a second he looked embarrassed. "Not really sure. People just kinda passed out where they landed."

  I studied him closely. There was something a little bit off about him — more than normal. It might have something to do with the way his hair stood on end, like he'd been raking his fingers through it.

  Or someone else had.

  On any other morning, I would have given him an epic amount of shit for his mystery woman. But there was no way I was going to call attention to anyone in this family getting any sort of New Year's nookie.

  "I think the Grangers and the Meltons made it home fine," Rett said, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. "Cal's car is still out in the driveway so he and Gray must have found somewhere to crash.

  My cheeks flamed hot enough to sear a steak but luckily my brother was still halfway asleep. "And I heard some doors this morning, so a few people who stayed must have slipped out."

  "Without having breakfast?" my mother fretted.

  My brother fixed her with a withering glance. "Mom, when people are hung over, the last thing they want is to look a mother in the eye."

  I thought he had a point there, but my mother just leaned over and bopped him on the nose. "You're hung over and you're looking a mother in the eye."

  Rett closed his eyes. "Yeah. And I'll be the first to admit that this is not normal."

  He had no idea how right he was.

  The sound of footfalls, like elephants on the stairs, had me looking up eagerly. It was the same tumble-bumble thundering crash — like someone throwing a piano from a balcony — that always accompanied Cal and Gray in our old house. Nothing had changed in that regard.

  Except everything.

  They both walked in looking all showered and fresh and my heart gave a little leap. Then it dove, seeing them in last night's clothes. I hoped like hell neither one of them had my lipstick on their collars.

  "Hey man," Rett said, reaching out to shake Cal's hand. "Where did you crash last night? I was looking for you."

  Cal opened his mouth, but no sound came out except a fumbling, "Uh..."

  My heart started to race, certain he was going to blow the whole thing, but Gray smoothly stepped to the side.

  "Well I have no idea where the hell this guy ended up," he interjected. "But I slept in my car."

  It was the perfect diversion, because instantly my mother was scandalized. Her anxious voice cut off any further line of questioning. "We have more than enough beds, Grayson! You shouldn't have done that, you could have frozen to death!" she protested. "And before your big interview too, what were you thinking?"

  "I guess I wasn't, Ma," Gray said, grinning sheepishly and working those puppy-dog eyes like crazy.

  Fuck, he was adorable.

  "I slept in a bed," Cal stood with his legs planted hip length apart, as if making a defiant proclamation. Then his eyes darted over to my brother and he mumbled something about needing coffee, lurching to the pot without another word.

  Gray shot him a murderous glance as the awkward silence drew out for one beat, then two.

  The heavy pause made me feel like I couldn't get enough air. I was certain that every one now knew exactly what had happened. My brother wrinkled his forehead and narrowed his eyes at his friend, then looked up at Gray, who looked casually away, drumming his fingers on the granite counter top of the kitchen island. "Got anything to eat?" he asked, just as casually as can be, but there was a tightness in his voice that was so freaking obvious to me. It was so freaking obvious to everyone here, they had to know. How the hell could I have been so crazy to think that we could do something like that in secret? My family always knew what was going on in my life, it was one of the things I could count on. There were no secrets here, how the hell could I have thought that I could keep something like this a secret? It was crazy!

  But also awesome.

  I looked down at my coffee and grinned a private grin, and I swear I could feel both Cal and Gray looking at me, just by the way my skin heated up.

  My father chose that moment to walk back into the kitchen, his newspaper folded under his arm. "Morning boys," he grumbled.

  Both Cal and Gray mumbled polite hellos, but I was too busy burning up inside to be able to look up and see what their faces actually looked like.

  My father moved around the island to slide his arm around my mother's waist and pulled her close. "You boys will be at the vow renewal later, right?" he asked.

  "Wouldn't miss it," Cal said.

  "Absolutely," Gray said.

  "And I don't really have a choice do I?" Rett interjected.

  My father chose to ignore that. Instead, I heard him kiss my mother's cheek and her soft little coo. "I'd marry you all over again," I heard my dad murmur softly.

  It was probably supposed to be a private moment but there was no privacy in this house. I looked up at my brother, who wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue like he was going to retch. Cal laughed and Gray started coughing into his hand. Suddenly all four of us were kids again, laughing about being grossed out by my parents' affection and for just one second, I felt like I could
be normal again.

  But only for a second.

  *****

  The church was decorated for Christmas still. The giant tree covered in paper stars made by the Sunday school, and a beautiful wreath hung from the cross at the front of the sacristy. Underneath it, my mother, dressed in white pantsuit stood holding my father's hands as he fished a pair of newly blessed rings from the pocket of his suit.

  I was trying my hardest to pay attention to what they were saying, to focus on my mother's happy face, and my father's eyes as they glimmered while he blinked away tears and dabbed at them with his fingers. It was a beautiful, special moment, the start of another new year after thirty years together. My parents' marriage was rock solid and happy and I was eternally grateful for that and I should remember the moment forever.

  But all I could think of was the way I was sandwiched in between Cal and Gray again.

  As the priest spoke, Cal's hand wandered from his lap over to rest on my upper thigh. The heat of his fingers blazed upward, and my pussy, still throbbing and sore from — shit —— his cock last night...and — holy fuck —— Gray's this morning... immediately started up a pulse like some kind of Marimba band.

  His hand slid higher, and my breath came shorter. Gray, for his part, shifted in the pew like he was uncomfortable, then reached up to stretch and casually leaned his arm behind me.

  I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

  Here we were, in a church, under the watchful eye of as many relatives as my parents could muster, and Cal's hand was sneaking higher and higher, closer and closer to that place between my legs. Gray brushed his hand across my neck, sending my hair swinging and igniting goosebumps down my spine. Everyone was certain to see that. From the end of the pew, I felt, rather than saw, Rett lean over and stare at us, but I couldn't meet his eyes.