“Behave yourself and answer Ev’s question, Casey. Are you ready to be fucked?”
Casey was dying to feel Evan’s cock pistoning in her, and she needed to now.
“Yes, God, yes! Fuck me!”
Evan withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside her. He paused for only a second before pressing forward. Her cunt was already stretched, and he slid in easily this time. He repeated it again and again, building up speed each time. Each stroke drove his cock deeper into her hungry cunt and brushed her swollen clit, sending her closer and closer to release. Her arousal built inside her, and she met each thrust with abandon, her movements wild and wanton. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, her voice hoarse from urging him on to fuck her harder, faster, anything to make her come.
“Fuck me! Harder! Give it to me!”
Something inside her had snapped with these men. She no longer worried about propriety and shame. She was a happily ruined woman who vocalized her needs and let her men know how amazing they made her feel. And she did feel amazing. Sex had never felt like this.
She felt a masculine hand reach between her and Evan and run circles around her clit. Sin was going to make sure she came again. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on Evan’s cock. Waves of pleasure racked her body. She cried out their names as the pleasure seemed to go on forever. Heat washed over her body as she finally opened her eyes in time to watch Evan thrust one last time, his body freezing and tensing. His head was thrown back, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as she felt his body shudder.
She stroked his back as he finally relaxed against her, settling his heavy weight on top of her. He groaned as Sin punched his arm.
“Don’t forget the condom, bro.”
Evan levered himself up with a scowl. “I hate condoms. I wanted to cuddle with my woman.”
Casey heard herself giggle. She never giggled, for fuck’s sake. “You were smooshing your woman. I’m grateful Sin didn’t let you fall asleep on top of me. Go take care of it and get back here and cuddle with us.”
Sin pulled her into his chest, her legs draped over his. He had a remote expression on his face again, as if he had revealed too much earlier when he had admitted wanting her. She rubbed his chest and snuggled closer. She could let him have his quiet time. She didn’t doubt how much he wanted her any longer.
Evan crawled into bed on her other side, snuggling her back.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday, baby. Do you need to be up early or anything?”
Casey shook her head. “Sunday’s my day to sleep in. Do you guys sleep in?”
Evan chuckled and pulled her closer. “Not usually, but maybe we’ll make tomorrow a special day. We’d like to wake up next to you.”
Casey yawned and wondered hazily if Evan even realized he spoke about them in the plural all the time. She was too tired to analyze whether Sin wanted to wake up with her. Morning would bring the answer.
Chapter 9
Casey snuggled closer to the heated body running the length of her back and sighed in contentment. Sin’s body was the best heater ever. Funny how she could tell them apart already. The hard body behind her was longer and smelled slightly different than Evan. Both had a woodsy scent from carpentry, but Sin smelled warmer, as if his body was wrapped in the softest flannel.
She’d slept like the dead. Or better yet, like someone who had finally woken up and lived. She reached across the smooth sheets and found them empty. They were cold, so she knew Evan had left the bed some time ago. Sin grunted in his sleep as she eased away from him to peek at the clock on the nightstand—four in the morning.
Casey swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the nearest shirt tossed carelessly on a dresser. Pulling it on, she padded down the stairs on bare feet, feeling the loss of Sin’s body heat quickly. She headed for the kitchen, looking for a glass of water, when she saw the strip of light under a door. Evan?
She stood outside the door debating whether to knock when it swung open. Evan stood there in nothing but his pajama bottoms and a smile.
“Hey, sweetheart. I thought I heard someone moving around, and I didn’t think it was Hershey.”
Shit, she’d forgotten Hershey in the kitchen. She would have woken the puppy.
“I just came downstairs to get a drink, but I forgot Hershey was sleeping in the kitchen. I’ll just go back upstairs.”
Evan pulled her into his arms and placed a soft kiss on her nose and forehead. “Uh-uh. I’ll go get you something to drink. Hershey’s used to me wandering the house at night. I’m a night owl. Relax in here and I’ll get it. Water, apple juice, milk?”
“Apple juice.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Evan headed toward the kitchen, and Casey got her first good look at the room. Bookshelves lined the walls from the floor to the top of the thirteen-foot ceilings. A dark oak desk with papers and an open laptop was at the far end of the room, with two couches flanking each side of the room. Casey examined the books, running her hands down the gleaming wood shelves she knew her men had crafted by hand. The woodwork in the house was really something. Her men were talented.
The array of books was impressive. Every possible subject was covered from science, to finance, to philosophy, to English and American literature. She was thumbing through a copy of Oliver Twist when Evan returned.
“Here’s your apple juice, honey. Would you like to borrow a book?”
Casey shook her head. “I have a To Be Read pile a mile high. This collection of books is huge. You weren’t kidding when you said you liked to read. You haven’t read all these, have you?”
Casey was really teasing but was shocked when Evan looked a little embarrassed and nodded.
“Yes, I have. I like to read, to learn. I didn’t get to go to college. So I learn this way instead.”
Casey sipped her juice. “You really didn’t miss much in college. I had to work the whole time, so I didn’t do the whole Animal House thing. I pretty much had my nose to the grindstone the whole time. Besides, you’re about the smartest person I’ve ever met. You seem to know about everything. That’s better than only knowing about one thing, which would have happened if you went to college.”
Evan’s face looked a little pink. “I’m sure there are many smart people you know. I just like learning about things and challenging myself to use the knowledge.”
“Does Sin read this much, too? What are his favorite authors?”
“No, he likes to be outside as much as he likes to read. Sin likes Stephen King and Harlan Ellison.”
“I like Stephen King, too, but I haven’t read Harlan Ellison. I’ll have to try one of those.” Casey paused, afraid to ask what was really on her mind. She finally plunged in.
“Why is Sin so quiet? Doesn’t he like people?”
Evan smiled sadly. “Honey, that is a sad story. Come sit down and I’ll tell you, because I doubt Sin will ever tell you himself.”
Evan settled her on one of the couches and pulled an afghan over her legs, cuddling with her. She stayed quiet while he collected his thoughts.
“I was ten when I met Sin. He was twelve. It was my third foster home. Back then, I was small for my age. Yeah, I know, I’m a big guy now, but my growth spurt came late. Sin was a big kid even then. I got picked on in the homes a lot. I don’t know why, but Sin took it upon himself to protect me. I guess he just doesn’t like to see anyone suffer or hurt. Hell, no one was going to cross Sin, even then. For the next few years, we were both in and out of foster homes and sometimes we’d land in the same one. I guess we bonded. We were something familiar when we’d go to these places that were unfamiliar and sometimes scary.”
Casey clutched Evan’s hand in hers. She had heard part of the story from Lorna, but somehow it sounded ten times worse from Evan’s own lips. She wanted to cuddle Evan and Sin and let them know they were cared for, safe, loved.
Love? I’m not in love.
She pushed away the thought. “So you
’re not really brothers?”
“No, we took the name of our last foster parents. We finally found a good home with the Parkers. They were good people and probably the reason Sin and I turned out to be as normal as we are.”
“Thank God. It must have been horrible before then.”
“As bad as foster homes were, they were better than my own home. Both my parents were alcoholics, and I spent most of my time scared, hungry, and alone. It’s one of the reasons I don’t drink. Sin doesn’t either. It’s hard to believe, but Sin had it worse. His dad was abusive to his mother. His mother tried hard to protect him from his father and I guess succeeded to a certain extent.”
She watched Evan’s throat work as he swallowed hard. “Sin’s mom was a good woman and good mother. She didn’t deserve what happened. Sin’s dad came home angry about God knows what. He started beating on Sin’s mom, and I guess things got out of hand. Sin was eleven by then, and Holy Mother of God, he saw his father pull out a gun and shoot his mother. Then his father turned the gun on himself. Sin watched the whole fucking thing. He called nine-one-one. The police came, and Sin was sent to foster care. He’s never been the same since, I imagine.”
Evan pulled her close, and she laid her head on his chest. She could hear his racing heart and feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Telling the story had affected him.
“God, Evan. You don’t have to say any more. I just—oh fuck. I don’t know what to say. Just oh fuck, it’s just so awful.”
“Yeah, baby, Sin and I are both damaged by our childhoods, but somehow I learned to deal with things. Sin did, too, actually. We’re both pretty well adjusted, considering our formative years. Sin keeps his thoughts and feelings close to protect himself. He doesn’t open up to people much. I guess he figures he won’t get hurt that way. I’ve never seen him the way he is with you, baby. He’s really opened up to you.”
Casey sat up in amazement. “That’s opening up? He barely shows any emotion at all. It’s like pulling teeth to even get him to talk. And smile or laugh? It’s a miracle when he does.”
“Don’t you see, baby, he rarely laughed or smiled before you came here. And you do get him to talk. That’s more than anyone else has been able to do.”
Casey was speechless. She hadn’t thought she’d made any progress with Sin. The entire situation hit her over the head with a thud. Her childhood may have sucked, but at least she had family that, in their own way, cared for her. She’d been dirt poor, but she hadn’t been shuffled from foster home to foster home or seen her parents die. It put her own issues firmly in perspective.
She was staggered at how much they had survived. The more time she spent with these men, the more she was drawn to them. She admired and respected them. This didn’t bode well for her heart at all.
Casey couldn’t stop the yawn, although she tried to hide it. Evan stood up, pulling her with him. “Upstairs with you, honey. Go cuddle with Sin and keep warm. I’m going to finish this paperwork.”
She slid her arms around his middle. “You’re not coming up?”
Evan stroked her hair. “Not right now. Go on and keep Sin warm.”
Evan nudged her toward the stairs and kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams, honey.”
Casey climbed the stairs as she had earlier. Only this time she knew more about one of her men. Sin had been through so much. She admired his ability to heal. It was something she needed to think about for herself. Just as soon as she got some more sleep.
* * * *
Casey shucked the borrowed shirt and was pulling back the covers and sliding back into bed when a warm, muscular arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. She rubbed her face against him, letting his chest hair tickle her nose and running her hands up his chest and down his arms to encircle his solid biceps.
“Where you been, pretty girl?”
Sin’s voice was rough from sleep, and the deep timbre sent a shiver through her body. She was surprised to feel arousal building in her belly even after the night she had shared with the two of them.
“I went downstairs for a glass of juice. Evan was down in the office.”
“Ev’s got insomnia. He gets up in the middle of the night all the time. It was nice he had you for company.”
Casey couldn’t help but wonder if Evan’s insomnia had something to do with his childhood.
“That’s terrible. I’ve never had any trouble sleeping. I can’t imagine what it would be like.”
“Luckily, Ev doesn’t need a lot of sleep.”
Sin’s large hands were stroking her back, and she pressed herself closer, giving him the hint she wanted more. She heard his soft chuckle.
“I can feel every inch of your sweet, sexy body pressed against mine. Can you feel what it does to me?”
Hell, yes, she could. His hot, hard cock was sandwiched between their bodies. She wriggled against him, drawing a groan from Sin.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing there, honey? Naughty, teasing girls might find themselves getting a good, hard fucking. I might even let you come. Maybe I’ll make you beg to come.”
Her pussy creamed at the visual picture his words painted. She was practically panting to live out that fantasy.
You have to tell him what you want.
She gathered every ounce of her courage. So far, her men hadn’t judged her. God knows she hadn’t much luck with sex when she was in charge. It was time to change tactics.
“I’d love it. I want you to be in charge in bed.”
The silence stretched on for so long she thought perhaps she had made a grave error.
“Do you mean that?” Sin’s voice sounded strained.
“Yes, I do. I’ve never actually given up control to anyone. But I fantasize about it. Since meeting you, I fantasize about you being in control and I fantasize about the dungeon toys at the store.”
It was easier saying the words with the blanket of darkness. But the contentment was short lived as Sin flicked the bedside lamp on low.
“You need to mean what you say, Casey. I’m a dominant man. I like to be dominant in the bedroom. If I’m in charge, I’ll be completely in charge. As for those toys in your store, I would never hurt you. Do you understand? I don’t spank or whip. I want to tell you what to do, be in control of the sex. Now Evan, he’d be happy to warm up your sweet bottom with a spanking. I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do. I want you completely at my mercy. Can you handle that?”
Casey nodded. The desire in Sin’s eyes felt hot on her skin. Her own heart was practically beating out of her chest. Somehow she’d known he would be this way with sex.
“I’ll control everything, honey. Outside the bedroom will be totally different, but in this bedroom, I’m king.” Sin suddenly grinned. “Are you ready for me?”
Casey licked her suddenly dry lips. Honey had dripped all the way down her thighs as she had listened. She had to convince him she wanted this. He seemed unsure whether to take her word. She pointed to her thighs, shiny with her own juices.
“Look what just your words did to me, Sin. I want it. I need you to take control.”
Chapter 10
Sin’s cock was painfully hard as he surveyed his brave, sassy woman. She’d asked for what she wanted, and by God, he was happy to give it to her. He swallowed the unexpected lump in his throat to get control of his runaway arousal. Tonight he would have the patience of a saint.
“If I’m in control, I need you to tell me you want me to take control.”
Sin waited a mere heartbeat before Casey spoke.
“I want you to take control, Sin.”
Her voice sounded sure and steady, although her flushed skin and slight panting gave away how excited she really was.
Sin nodded, schooling his features. It was a talent he had honed over the years, and he excelled at it.
“Kneel on the floor, next to the bed.”
Surprise flashed in her baby blue-eyes, but she did as she was told, kneeling on the bedside
rug. He pushed to his feet. At six four, he towered over her. She peeked up at him from beneath her lashes.
“Eyes down, Casey. You are now submissive to me.”
Her eyes went immediately down, and Sin muffled a chuckle.
“When we are in the bedroom, you will call me Sin. It’s close to Sir, and I know you won’t forget it. I like you in this subservient position. It’s the perfect position to suck my cock. Do you want my cock in your mouth, Casey?”
Casey’s eyes stayed down, but her voice was clear. “Yes, Sin.”
“Tell me what you want. I want you to say it.”
“I want your cock in my mouth, Sin. I want to suck your cock.”
“Does it make you wet to think about my cock in your mouth? Does it arouse you?”
“Yes, Sin, it makes me wet. I’m very wet.”
Sin waited, letting her feel her submission. She needed to understand he was completely in control.
“Raise your eyes and open your mouth.”
* * * *
Casey looked up, and Sin’s beautiful cock was right in front of her face. She reached up to stroke him, but he stepped back.
“Did I say you could touch me? I’ll catalog these offenses for Evan. He loves a good punishment. I, on the other hand, want to be obeyed. Put your hands at your sides or behind your back. You won’t need them. I’m going to give you a face fuck. Have you ever had your face fucked, Casey?”
“No, Sin. I’ve never had my face fucked.”
She had caught on quickly that Sin liked dirty talk. He wasn’t satisfied with a simple yes or no. Her pussy felt empty, and honey dripped to her knees, tickling the insides of her thighs. Her nipples were tight with the cooler air outside the covers, yet her body felt overheated.
She was so aroused as she knelt there waiting for his next command she almost couldn’t stand it. She loved the feeling of freedom. She handed him the steering wheel, and she knew he would stay on the road.
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