Peyton's Path: Fighting Fate Book 2

by SM Olivier

  “You don’t have to say any words, Kitten,” he said as his lips began to trail down my neck. “Just let me touch you. Let me lose myself in your skin.”

  “Ky…” I sighed out on a moan as his lips grazed against the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You really need to talk to someone. You’ve been strong long enough, and seeing someone doesn’t make you weaker.”

  “Shh,” he murmured as he took my earlobe into his mouth and gently nipped it. “I need you.”

  I felt the warmth flood between my thighs as he pulled me closer. I felt his erection against my core, and I mewled out in need as I heard the raw need in him.

  “Please talk to someone,” I begged him as I rocked against him.

  “Shh,” he husked again before taking my lips.

  I’d nearly forgotten why I’d come into his room to begin with, as his tongue invaded my mouth. His large hands were warm and skilled as he traced my back with one hand and delved his other through my hair.

  I rocked against his length as the warmth in my stomach began to spread. I felt the cool air against my skin and realized he had removed my tank top.

  “Are you ready for me, Kitten?” he inquired as his lips and teeth nibbled their way down to my bare breast.

  “Yes,” I moaned out, running my nails against the corded muscles of his back.

  “So sweet.” He pulled my nipple into his mouth and suckled. “You always smell so good, like warm vanilla. Kitten, are you sure?” he groaned.

  “Yes, baby,” I sighed before I reached down to grab his hard length.

  He muttered a curse before I found myself on my back. “Let me worship every inch of you,” he murmured against my skin as he began to trail hot kisses and nips against my stomach. “Let me make you come on my tongue. I need to make you nice and wet, so you’re ready to take me.”

  “I want to feel you inside me now,” I complained.

  He chuckled darkly as he grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips to assist him. He threw my sleep shorts and underwear to the floor, and when his warm mouth hovered over my core, blew a hot breath.

  I yelped and tried to thrust my hips to where I really wanted his mouth. “So impatient,” he said smugly.

  My body was burning up as he continued to tease me. A sweet pain was spreading deep within. He nibbled and licked everywhere but where I wanted him. When I had enough of his teasing, I grabbed the back of his head and yanked.

  “Do it right,” I demanded.

  He chuckled against me. “There’s my Kitten’s claws.”

  He groaned when his tongue finally tasted me. “Give me your cream, Kitten. You taste so good.”

  I cried out as he continued to expertly work me. He licked, suckled, and nipped with expert precision. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it, without words. I felt the tension within rise and grabbed a pillow to cover my mouth. I knew we had a house full of people, and I didn’t want them to hear me scream. I bit the pillow hard as I felt myself let go. My toes curled, and I went soaring. My body going numb.

  As I came down, I slowly released the pillow from my teeth and realized my jaw hurt from biting down so hard.

  “So beautiful,” Kyler husked near my ear. “I can’t wait to have you scream my name. Next weekend,” he promised.

  I felt his erection on my thigh, and I immediately lifted my hip towards it and rubbed it against me. “Let me feel you,” I moaned.

  “Mmm,” he husked. “Is my Kitten still hungry?”

  “Famished,” I whimpered before I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth down to my own.

  I gasped when I felt his cock push into me. Even as turned on and as wet as I was, his size and thickness were still something to get accustomed to. I looked up into his face, and his eyes were burning hot.

  “Damn, you fit me like a glove,” he hissed. He tentatively rocked his hips against me.

  I forced myself to relax, and slowly but surely, the heat within began to rekindle once more. I moved against him. “More,” I bade him, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

  He groaned out before he nearly drew all the way back before thrusting back into me. His strokes were desperate, painful even, but I relished in it. I knew the demons in his head were still having a party, and if this was going to help banish them for a while, I wanted to be there for him.

  The more feral he became, the more I began to dig my fingernails into his back.

  “Harder,” he groaned into my mouth, passionately kissing me. “Dig your claws into me, Kitten.”

  “You first,” I gasped as I scratched his flesh. “Give me more.”

  “You’re too tiny and tight,” he groaned, and I could still see he was restraining himself.

  “I can take it,” I hissed at him, not recognizing the rabid kitten within me. I bit his shoulder, and he groaned out.

  “Hang on,” he cursed before he grabbed my buttocks and began plunging into me with a fierceness I’d never known.

  At this angle, he was hitting that elusive G-spot within. He was pulling nearly entirely out with each stroke and then slamming back into me. There was so much pain but so much pleasure. The feel and sound of his flesh slapping against mine was such a massive turn on, and within a few more strokes, I felt myself reaching the pinnacle once more.

  I scratched Kyler and bit him right as I cried out his name. He buried his head in my shoulder, nipping it. I could barely feel the pain as he pistoned inside me, groaning out his own release. I could feel his warm liquid spread within, my muscles squeezing him for every drop he could give me.

  He thrust himself into me a few more times before he collapsed on top of me. I welcomed his weight.

  He went to roll away, and I linked my ankles around his waist. “Not yet,” I slurred not recognizing my own voice. Was there such a thing as a sex high?

  My whole body was racked with tremors, and I felt both lethargic and like I was flying. His breathing was heavy as he trailed kisses on my shoulders.

  “Thank you, Kitten,” he murmured.

  “Mmm hmm, no, thank you,” I mumbled back blissfully.

  He suddenly tensed and cursed. “I’m so sorry, Kitten, I’m sorry,” he hastily rolled away. “I’ll fix this.”

  I blinked at him in confusion and panic as I grabbed his sheet and pulled it up. “About what? How?”

  “I didn’t wear a condom,” he cursed, throwing his head back.

  My heart sunk for a moment, but then I reminded myself that the pill was over ninety-nine percent effective. I religiously took it the same time every day. Then I tensed, wondering if he was worried about STDs; after all, he used to sleep around a lot.

  “Are you clean?” I asked tentatively.

  Kyler’s jaw tensed for a moment. “I know I don’t have the greatest track record with females, but I would never put you at risk like that. I got tested when we decided we were going somewhere.”

  I stood up on the bed and made my way over to him. With him standing by the bed and me standing on it, I was slightly taller than him. I looped my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry,” I nuzzled his neck. “I should have known that. And you don’t have to worry about me either. I’m on the pill, and this was the only time I’ve…” suddenly I was embarrassed to admit that I was active− as if he didn’t realize that when he first entered me.

  “You used condoms with the others when you were on the pill?” he husked.

  I couldn’t help but detect the smugness in his voice. I leaned back and saw the cocky grin on his face.

  “My game was so strong that you forgot to ask me to wear one?” he asked proudly.

  I sighed and rolled my eyes before I gently punched him in his shoulder. “Don’t make me find a pin to deflate that big head of yours.”

  He chuckled and rubbed himself against me. I could feel that he was hard again. His eyes darkened with desire before he took my lips with his once more. “Again?” he husked. “I’ll be gentler this time.”

  I
melted against him, powerless to tell him no, not that I wanted to. “Mmm, yes.”

  He looped his arms behind my legs, so I had to straddle his waist. His mouth remained on mine. His lips lost the hunger of earlier, and now they just held a feeling of reverence and passion.

  But then Clay’s little cry rent the air, and I stiffened.

  “Let Loch or one of the boys get him,” he groaned in frustration.

  I wanted to protest. I knew Lochlann was on the other side of the house, and I wasn’t sure if Paxton or Golden could hear the little guy.

  “Okay,” I laughed before I started to kiss him once more.

  Clay cried out once more, and I tensed.

  Kyler cursed softly. “Not even two and he’s already a cock block. Get in my bed. I’ll be right back to finish this.”

  He bent down before he slid his pajama bottoms back on, sans underwear, and I couldn’t help but ogle his body. My eyes rounded when I noticed the red welts littering his back from my nails. He caught me and winked knowingly.

  “I’m sorry,” I muttered sheepishly.

  “For what?” He looked over his shoulder and then grinned. “I’m not. I liked being marked by my kitten.”

  I rolled my eyes and climbed into his bed. I pulled the sheet up over my body and sighed in contentment. I think I dozed off for a little while, but the next thing I knew, I heard my name squealed out.

  I blinked sleepily and saw Clay launching himself at me. “Little guy wouldn’t fall back to sleep. I figured I could turn some cartoons on for him.”

  I smiled and sat up as Clay crawled over to me and snuggled close. He was tired, but he was clearly fighting it.

  “Don’t even think about it, buddy,” Kyler said in mock disgruntlement as he handed me one of his t-shirts. “Put the little cockblock on the other side of you so I can hold you at least.”

  I began to laugh because Kyler was trying to act disgruntled, but I knew he had a soft spot for these kids, too. I slipped his shirt on and loved the fact that it still smelled like him. I moved Clay to the other side of me as Kyler turned off the light and turned on a cartoon. Kyler crawled in behind me and drew me in close.

  I sighed once more as I melted back into him. This. This was the reason why I couldn’t choose between any of my guys. They were all great.

  23

  ●

  Faux Jokers

  “Rise and shine beautiful,” I heard a masculine voice from the doorway.

  It took me a second to recognize Paxton’s voice.

  Clay’s warm body snuggled closer to me, and I groaned. “Don’t want to.”

  I felt the bed shift around me before Madison crooned in my ear. “You left your underwear on the floor.”

  “What?” I squeaked out as I hastily sat up. Sure enough, my clothes were still strewn everywhere from where Kyler threw them.

  Kyler was nowhere to be seen now.

  Paxton, Golden, Zane, and Crew were in the doorway. I watched as Golden’s eyes spotted my discarded clothing. He sauntered forward. My cheeks grew warm as Golden bent down and winked at me before picking up my shorts and underwear.

  “Happy Birthday, darlin’,” he murmured. He kissed my cheek and climbed in on the other side of Clay.

  Clay made a discontented noise in the back of his throat.

  “I can’t remember the last time Clay slept in past six a.m.,” Paxton said in awe as he climbed in from the foot of the bed and laid his head on my lap. “What time did you bring him in here?”

  “I hope it was after you had sexy times,” Madison teased as she traced a mark on my shoulder where Kyler’s shirt was gaping down.

  I hissed and blushed when I realized it was where Kyler bit me last night. I also felt the chafing on my thighs, knowing his stubble must have left me with stubble burn.

  “Knock it off, Mads,” I grumbled before I turned to Paxton. “I think it was around three or so. He wouldn’t go back to sleep, so we put a cartoon on for him.”

  “Do you ever get to have sexy times with all of them all at once, and how does that work?” Madison tried to look innocent as she batted her big blue eyes at me.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Crew grumbled before he picked Madison up like she weighed nothing and took her spot on the other side of me. He placed an arm around my waist and kissed my temple. “Happy Birthday, angel.”

  “Thank you,” I murmured with a smile. He had been more reserved with his touches yesterday. I was glad he’d warmed up around Madison enough to touch me.

  Madison spluttered and squealed. “Holy crap, Timmy, all you needed to do was ask. Although…” she looked at me slyly, climbing in beside Crew. “What do you think about adding me into your…harem, Peyton? I’ll even go down on you if you want. All I ask is that the guys and I can play from time to time, too.”

  “Madison!” I gasped in shock and disbelief as Jezebel reared her ugly head. I didn’t want to share them. Not even with my best friend.

  “What?” she asked innocently. “You have a sweet gig here, and I don’t mind experimenting.”

  I could see the sincerity in her eyes. I didn’t know how to tell her that there was no way in H. E. double hockey sticks that I was going to share my men with her. And as attractive as the idea of her going down on me was, it didn’t appeal to me at all.

  “Have you experimented before?” Golden asked with a smirk to Madison. I gave him a narrowed look. “Not that I’m interested.” He leaned in and kissed my nose. “You’re enough woman for me, but I have to admit girl-on-girl action is hot.”

  “Gold,” Crew growled out.

  Golden laughed, undeterred by the warning in Crew’s voice. “Okay, Mads, do tell. Not−” he reiterated. “−that we will have any openings in our relationship.”

  “I let a girl go down on me two, or was it three times?” She frowned as if she couldn’t remember.

  “What?” I asked, surprised by her last admission.

  “Bud Riley liked girl-on-girl action,” Lucas said with a yawn as he stumbled into the room. He paused for a second but still climbed onto the bottom of Kyler’s bed. “Madison became his little puppet.”

  Madison let out a scoffing noise. “I can’t help it; he was hung and knew how to use it. I didn’t mind giving him what he wanted, just as long as I got what I wanted.”

  I looked at them both in surprise and realized that they were speaking the truth. I didn’t care if Madison chose to experiment, but Bud Riley was the worst of the worst.

  “Bud Riley?” I asked with a barely concealed shudder.

  “I tried to warn her,” Lucas muttered. “She never listened to me like she did you.”

  “Is Bud Riley that repulsive?” Paxton asked with humor.

  “There was a time he was rumored to get girls drunk so he could have his way with them,” I informed him, frowning at Madison.

  She generally had a level head and called all the shots. Men followed her around. She never allowed a man to talk her into something she wasn’t comfortable with.

  She hastily looked away from my probing look, and I knew she was hiding something. I went to open my mouth and ask, but Maisie came running into the room.

  “I wanted to have a sleepover!” she squealed. “Why does Clay get to? I’m older!”

  Maisie threw a fit when we put her to bed last night. She wanted to stay up with us, but Lochlann had been unyielding. He made her go to bed. He knew how fussy she was if her routine was altered too much.

  Clay decided to wake up at that time. He crawled up into my lap and promptly stuck his thumb into his mouth before grabbing a fistful of my hair.

  “He must have had a bad dream,” I reassured Maisie. “He didn’t spend the whole night here.”

  “Not fair,” she pouted.

  “I’ll show you not fair, Moo,” Kyler growled from the door with a cup of coffee in his hands. He hunkered down, bared his teeth and growled as he began to advance towards her.

  Maisie squealed and launched herself off
the other side of the bed, kicking Golden and me in the process. “No, Uncle Ky, no!” she shrieked with a giggle.

  Kyler handed me the cup of coffee. “Happy birthday, Kitten, here’s your coffee.” I smiled my thanks to him before he turned towards Maisie. “It’s too late,” he growled, putting his hands up like they were claws. “All whiny girls get punished.”

  “No, Uncle Ky.” she giggled. “No Tickle Monster!”

  He advanced towards her, and she almost got away, but he tackled her and began to tickle her relentlessly. She alternated between giggles and screams. Clay lifted his head and chuckled at the sight of them horseplaying.

  “Is no one going to tell the birthday girl that breakfast is here?” Lochlann asked with an indulgent smile as he leaned on the door jamb.

  “Oh yeah!” Paxton clapped his hand excitedly. “We have a busy day. Let’s eat and get ready.”

  “What kind of busy day?” I prodded with a coy smile.

  Golden smiled wickedly. “Patience.”

  “How much longer?” I playfully whined as Crew went to take Clay from my arms.

  “No, no…Pey,” Clay wailed pitifully, clinging to my neck like a spider monkey.

  I frowned and patted his back. I really needed to spend more time with him. He had been clingy for some time yesterday, too. I knew he was missing a woman’s touch and craved that in me.

  “Just for a second buddy,” I crooned reassuringly to him. “I’ll take you right back.”

  I realized my current predicament as I began to remove my covers. There was no way I was going to be able to leave the bed without flashing everyone. The t-shirt was long, but I knew it was bunched up around my waist, and I hadn’t slipped on any underwear.

  Crew took Clay, despite the fact the little one had begun to wail and thrash his tiny body. “None of that.” Crew made a funny face before launching him towards the ceiling. By the third throw, Clay was giggling and squealing for more.

  I had paused from getting out of the bed, loving the way Crew softened around the younger ones. He might be my gruff teddy bear, but he had a heart of gold when it came to the kids.