“Kane! Kane!” Peyton tried to get his attention as she ran into the lower field with his cell phone in hand.
When he finally stopped the tractor, he jumped down from the John Deere long enough to snatch the phone from her hand. “Couldn’t you take a message? I’m trying to figure out what is wrong with this damn tractor.”
“She says it important,” Peyton said as she watched him curiously.
He looked at the caller ID and then held the phone to his chest. “And maybe a little private?”
“Oh, uh…sorry.” She stepped away but she tried really hard to listen, even though he lowered his voice.
“What do you want?” He wasn’t happy to hear from the mystery caller. “Yeah, I’ve been busy. Yes, busy.”
Peyton pursed her lips and walked a few steps forward. Soon, she skipped over a few rocks. She realized the girl on the other end of the phone must’ve wondered why Kane didn’t come over for a visit or worse, stopped by for stud service.
She shuddered but smiled. Out of all three Cartwells, she was certain of one thing in particular. Kane wasn’t seeing anyone at all. He rarely left the ranch, and when he did, he went to the boathouse. The few times he’d gone there, she’d followed.
She stepped through the rocks and headed for the pond still aware of Kane behind her, talking low, keeping his voice down. If he’d planned to get rid of the chick on the other end of the phone, it sure took him long enough. Her heart began to flutter, and her stomach turned somersaults. He might try a little consideration and tell her to kiss off. Peyton glowered back at him.
She turned around and caught him staring at her ass, really focusing on it, so she bent over. She made a dramatic effort to give him what he wanted to see. She bent over and picked up a large rock.
“She’s just a kid. No, hell no, I’m not sleeping with her.”
Peyton dropped the rock and turned to face him. “Does this look like a child’s ass?” She shook it in his direction but he turned around so she couldn’t see his eyes.
“I said no. I’m not fucking her for crying out loud!” He raised his voice and when he did, she heard him. She heard the denial, and something else too. Was it shame? Was he ashamed of her?
Tears welled up in her eyes. She tugged her shoes on quickly. She didn’t want to look at him. He watched her cautiously and picked up his pace.
“Francine, I have to go. Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you.” He broke out in a run chasing her through the pastures, “Peyton! Wait!”
“Get away from me!” she screamed out over her shoulder as she kept running for the house, the barn, and anyone she might find in the house or the barn.
“Wait! Let me explain!” he screamed out behind her. He tried to catch up with her but her legs carried her well ahead of him. “Damn it, Peyton Storm! Stop now!”
“Stay away!” she screamed, anger lacing her words, and holding a threat. “I don’t want you near me!” She picked up her pace, weeping so hard she thought she’d throw up before she made it back to the barn. She caught him in her peripheral vision. He couldn’t keep up her pace. Soon, he doubled over with his hands on his knees.
“Damn it, Peyton! It’s not what you think!”
“I know what I… heard!” This time she didn’t shout out as loudly as before. This time, her heart broke into a million pieces. He denied he slept with her and played the age card too. He was ashamed of her. Screw him! She jogged into the breezeway, where she immediately collapsed into Evan’s arms. She wept in his shirt with a final note of heartbreak. “I know what I heard.”
Kane finally made it to the barn a few minutes later. Out of breath, he was mad as hell now too. He jogged around back, hearing her whimper, sensing her sadness, aching to hold her or maybe even shake her.
“Peyton!”
“Don’t.” Braden put his prize stallion in the cross-ties.
“You don’t know what happened,” Kane said.
“She’s throwing up. You made her sick at her stomach. I told you to leave her alone, and you wouldn’t. Then, you didn’t wait even a day before you called Francine.”
“I didn’t call Francine.”
“She called you and you told her Peyton meant nothing to you, even called her a kid.”
“I never said-”
“Did you or did you not use the word kid and Peyton in a recent conversation with Francine?”
“I never said she meant nothing to me.”
“Might as well have!” Peyton shouted as she sprinted back into the barn.
“Shit. Peyton…” He tried to grab her arm but she hurriedly rushed right by him.
“Don’t touch me!” She glared at him. Worse, she glared at all of them. She shook her little finger in their faces. “Don’t any of you ever touch me again! I’m not going down this road! Do you hear me?”
Braden looked down at his shoes. Evan studied her carefully, and Kane stared off into the distance. Only minutes before, she was skipping rocks, her hair flowing in the wind, her voice loud with cheer as she hummed something familiar, only sweeter because the melody fell from her lips.
Her mouth turned nearly inside out now as she fought against the core of sadness. Her little chin quivered, and she ran three fingers over her forehead. “I’m moving out.”
“You’re what?” Braden’s head snapped to attention.
“I can’t let you do that.” Kane refused her before Braden had too. Besides, the responsibility fell on his shoulders to some degree.
She stormed to the cross-ties and studied the magnificent creature tied up there. Evan moved closer, anticipating the same thing Kane did, no doubt. She patted Quizzard, stroked him as he tried to bite at her hand. The damn horse was as ornery as the woman petting him.
Braden must’ve believed she feared his horse because he didn’t seem to notice her sudden interest in the unruly beast. “Peyton, we’ll all sit down and talk about this.”
“No! I am not talking to him.” She shook her finger in Kane’s direction, waved it around in the air and then glanced back at Evan. “And you! For the record! I wouldn’t blow you with someone else’s jaws!”
Evan’s lips curved in an easy smile. “Last night, you didn’t need someone else’s. Yours were ready to go to work. If we hadn’t had an audience, darlin’, I promise you, my cock would’ve swelled in between those sweet cheeks long enough for you to drink in every last drop.”
Damn it! Kane gawked at Evan. “Got a way with the ladies, don’t ‘cha?”
Peyton’s mouth opened but she closed it immediately, and the tears really poured now. “See! That’s it! That’s it! I’m out of here.”
Kane turned around, and then walked maybe two steps, three at the most. Evidently, Evan turned away at the same time and before either of them knew what happened, she was on Quizzard’s back galloping out of the barn.
“What the…” Braden rushed into the tack room and pulled out a horse tranquilizer. They’d need it to stop him. “Bareback? That’s suicide on that horse!”
Kane grabbed his mare out of a nearby stall, and with nothing more than a lead rope, jumped on her back as Evan hopped on a dirt bike and headed for the gates.
Kane called out behind him as he galloped up the pavement. “Get up to the road, Braden! That crazy animal of yours is headed for the damn highway!”
She waited for the pendulum of time to stop altogether. The dripping sound remained in the distance as the tick-tock, tick-tock continued to move closer. Back and forth, back and forth, something there in her hospital room kept a precise time.
Braden kept his voice down. “Is she going to be all right?”
“Maybe, if you boys can keep her off of your horses, she will. Who the hell let her have that stallion of yours?” The doctor she heard in the distance sounded like their neighbor. Right now she couldn’t think of his name.
He was a handsome thing. Single, available, probably in his early thirties and…weird. She’d never noticed it before. Now she did. She had time to think about it. He didn’t look at her like other men looked at her. She wondered why sometimes. Not now. She didn’t care why he didn’t look then. Every bone in her body felt shattered beyond repair so gaining or keeping a man’s attention proved irrelevant.
She blinked. “Doctor?”
“Yes, child.”
“Oh shit, he did not just call me child.” She rolled her head from side to side and that’s when she saw Vicky.
Evan laughed in the distance. “Act like one and wear the title, kid.”
“You like keeping these guys on their toes, I hear.” The doctor moved closer.
Vicky patted her arm. “You scared them too death, is what you did. How many times have they told you? Braden’s horse doesn’t like you.”
“Ouch!” Peyton hollered when she tried to move. “He loves me, can’t you tell?” With another moan or two, she tried to sit up. “What happened?”
She heard a loud groan. Braden walked out of the room.
Kane studied her from the corner. “He threw you.”
“I got that part, Kane. Leave.” She turned back to Vicky, “What happened?”
“He dumped you on the highway, right Evan?” Vicky asked.
Evan agreed. “Yeah and Braden is ready to put him down, teach him a final lesson for misbehaving.”
“What?” Peyton didn’t understand.
Kane crossed his arms over his chest. “Braden is so pissed at you and his stupid horse right now. Care to guess which one he’s taking it out on? He wants to put the horse down, put him to sleep, out of his misery.”
“Tell him to put me down instead,” she moaned.
Vicky looked rather amused. “You?”
“There’s an idea,” Evan said.
“I’m serious.” She motioned for Braden as he reappeared in the doorway. “You can’t put him down, Braden. I couldn’t live with myself if you did. There’s no way. This is all my fault.”
“No it isn’t. The damn horse is crazy. I knew it when I bought him. He was abused by his previous owners and he’s nuts. One of these days, Peyton, he’s going to kill someone. I couldn’t live if the someone he chose-”
“Uh-huh. No, he isn’t. You’re wrong.” She swallowed tightly. “It’s not his fault I can’t handle him. He’s wild and free and needs to run. I can’t hang on to him long enough. I don’t have the strength or the knowledge.” She closed her eyes and then opened them again to Kane’s.
With a stiff upper lip, she continued with her dramatic monologue. “It was fun while it lasted. I felt wild and free, just like he did but I can’t keep up with him and I know it. He has too much power and when I’m on him, he takes total control, and the control I’m forced to give him could destroy me. I realize it now.”
“Are we still talking about Braden’s horse or him?” Evan waggled his finger at Kane.
“Both.” She closed her eyes and fell into a restless sleep.
When she woke up a few hours later, everything was a blur. Now, she enjoyed the comforts of home, those found in her own deluxe bedding.
“Doc Davis said you didn’t have broken bones. Your tests were good too. He said he’d check in with us on his way home tonight.”
Evan stretched out on the bed. “My job is to make sure you stay put. You won’t get hurt here in bed.” He smiled as he kissed her forehead.
“I don’t know, Evan, with what you’ve got in your pants, I might.”
“Peyton, don’t start. You’ve had enough fun for one day. I’d like nothing more than to spank your pretty little behind but the fact is you’re on too much pain medicine. You won’t remember it, and I want you to know whose bed you’re in when I take you to mine.” He added with a wink, “Besides, when I paddle your ass, I want you to feel the burn all the way to your pussy.”
“Threats and promises. Should I shake and shiver or just yank my pants down and bend over?”
“That’s enough, cowgirl,” he playfully warned.
“Nope, not yet but it will be. You’ll see.”
“Not if I keep my pants on, sweetheart.”
“You won’t. I promise.” She sighed, curled up in his arms, and went right back to sleep.
When Peyton woke up again, she felt pretty good. She rolled over to the left and then to the right. Suddenly, she changed her mind. She felt far from splendid.
She felt like a horse threw her, a car ran over her, and a train used her body for tracks. She pretty much decided her body was bruised from head to toe. It didn’t matter. The pain disintegrated with a naughty memory. The damp area in between her thighs reminded her instantly of a wet dream she had-it was sexual all the way around. All in all, she’d never felt better, at least while she relived her fantasy.
“Smiling, I see?” Doctor Davis interrupted her daydreams as he walked into the room. “How’s that thick head?”
“Hard.”
“Hmmm…lucky for me and you. I might get a little pissed if I was in surgery on a Saturday.”
“I don’t blame you, neighbor,” she chirped. “I’m pissed at me too.”
He pulled out a few metal instruments and poked around on her body. He looked into her eyes with a bright light and then sat down next to her.
“You look better. Are you feeling okay, all things considered?”
“Never felt better,” she said. She wasn’t one to complain anyway.
Doctor Davis took a deep breath and let his words tumble out as he exhaled. “Peyton, I read your chart before we conducted a full examination. I think there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
Kane walked in and sat down in the rocking chair. He acted like he had a right to be there.
“Kane, can you give us a minute?” Doc Davis asked.
“Kane, the doctor wants to talk to me about something private,” she smugly advised.
Without missing a beat, Kane strolled across the room, shut the bedroom door, took a few strides back to his chair and sat down again.
The doc patted her arm. “We can talk about this later.”
“I overheard your nurses.” Kane’s face remained tense, just like it had been at the hospital and his eyes were cold with determination. “And you’re probably going to suggest birth control. I think it’s a good idea.”
“Why you…” Peyton sat up on her elbows and glared at him. “You have some nerve acting like you know what he’s going to talk to me about.”
“Doc?” Kane ignored her.
He took a deep breath. “Peyton, I don’t have to say anything you don’t want me to say in front of him.”
“Then zip it. Get out, Kane.” As if her arm was on auto-sling, she pointed toward the door.
“Nope, can’t do it.” He went to the window. “I heard your nurses discussing her chart. They said something about the last physical she had was six months ago. Evidently, uh, they noticed about her uh…and uh…well, six months ago she was a virgin. The reason she’s not now is because of-”
“Get…out.”
“No.” He turned back to the doctor and let it rip. His cold eyes lit up with a little amusement, and his jaw set with more determination than she’d ever witnessed before. “She’s mad at me right now. She’ll get over it, I imagine. She’s not a virgin because of me, and since she’s damn sure going to be back in my bed the second she’s able, I’d say she needs to be on some kind of pill or maybe a shot or something.”
“You’ve got some nerve, Kane Cartwell.” She seethed and her breathing pattern proved it. One minute she was breathing in and out of her nose, and then next she was huffing and puffing for air, gulping at it anyway she could get it.
“Tell you what.” The doctor looked like he just didn’t want in this particular discussion. “You two work out your differences and Monday, why don’t you stop by and see me, Peyton?”
“I don’t need birth control.”
“She’ll be there,” Kane said.
“I’ll call you,” she said. “Thank you for stopping by to see me.”
“Don’t mention it.” He placed his hand on hers and then pulled out a small business card. “Here’s my card, I’ll leave it on the nightstand here. If you have any problems, dizziness, blurred vision, that sort of thing, call me and I’ll come right over.”
“Thank you, I will.” She tried to act gracious, but right now it teetered along with the impossible. She wanted to kill one arrogant man.
“Walk him to the door, Kane, and show him out.”
“Sure, babe.” He glanced back at her and winked before they started for the stairs.
Oh no! He did not call her ‘babe’ in front of their doctor.
She whirled a pillow at the door and barely missed Evan and Braden. “Whoa, now, what’s wrong?”
“I’m mad! Damn mad! Kane called me girlfriend names!”
“You think you’re mad?” Braden just kept right on walking.
Oops, so she forgot about Quizzard. Right now, Braden probably didn’t care if smoke puffed out of her ears. He might stay ticked off for a few days over her stunt, and she didn’t even want to think about the hospital bill.
“What’s wrong, Peyton?” Evan stepped into the room with a wanton look on his face. It was one of those looks that made a girl want to kiss a guy right then just to see if he tasted as good as he looked.
“Your brother!”
“What about him?” Evan asked.
“He told the doctor that we were…you know.”
“No, I don’t know so you tell me.”
Kane reappeared. “I told him I was fucking her, and she needed to be on the pill because I didn’t plan to stop.”
“Oh shit. He’s back.” She fell against the pillows, propping against the headboard. She kept her arms extended at her sides and stared at the ceiling.
Evan laughed, “Play dead. He likes to role play.”
“Eww! You’re as sick as he is!”
“No, not quite, Peyton. I like my women fighting for cock, not restrained because they want it.”
Kane smirked. “Get off on it, don’t ‘cha?”
“Not yet, but I bet I will. I’m just glad you made the first move. Peyton here will never know what hit her when I put a little ball gag in her mouth and spank her into an orgasm I plan to drink right in.”
Evan’s dark eyes heated her to the bone quick but those kinds of promises made her hot in all the right places. Twat and nipples, a woman had to love a guy who made her cream without the first physical touch.
“One of you go get Braden, please. I don’t feel like this discussion is going anywhere, and I’m not feeling well.” What a tale! It took her places she couldn’t wait to go with the Cartwells.
Kane sat down on one side of the bed and Evan on the other.
“You’re not clammy,” Evan said after he touched her forehead.
“No, it’s not fever. It’s something else.”
Kane narrowed his eyes on her. “And you want Braden? Even though Braden is ready to kick your tail to Kansas and back, you still want me to go get him?”
“Exactly,” she said as she set her jaw. “Imagine, a woman like me, calling for your big brother. What on earth will you do?” She placed her finger at her jaw and then jerked. “Ah-ha! I have an idea. Call Francine. She can take care of any man’s needs.”
“In his defense, I don’t think he wants anything to do with Francine.”
“What do you know, Evan?”
“I know if he did, he’d be there now. Evidently, you’ve given him a few good reasons to stay away.”
“Oh, I guess she has a revolving door, one with his name on it. Does she have one for you too, perhaps the backdoor?” she purred. “If so, then where is Braden in all of this?”
Kane sneered. “Waiting to sink right in one tight tunnel, I imagine.”
He understood how to verbally go for the lower punch. “Screw you, Kane.”
“Kane, try to remember they pumped her full of morphine during her stay at the hospital. Don’t hold anything she says against her. If you do, wait a few days before you spank her. You’ll want it to hurt when you pop her precious behind. Right now, she’s feeling no pain.”
Evan grinned, rubbed his chin, and addressed Peyton. “One of these days, Peyton, I’m going to give you a good dose of something so stout, you’ll know better than to ask me something stupid about Francine. Yeah, pretty soon, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Why postpone it? Kane didn’t and then he couldn’t wait to head back to a woman who knows how to handle his dark desires, right Kane?”
He grunted and started to say something but Braden interrupted. “What’s the topic of conversation in here?”
“Wanna know? Come join us. Pull up a chair, stay awhile. It’s time we chatted.” Peyton shifted her weight and with a dramatic effort fluffed her pillows and threw a few more behind her.
Kane stood up and glared at her. His eyes flickered with knowledge, certain of the pain he caused, no doubt. “I think I’ll pass.”
“Go ahead, run off to the boat. That’s what you do best. Oh, and uh…don’t forget to pick up Francine on your way out there.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Braden blocked his escape route. “Have a seat, Kane. Doc Davis just left and seems we have a problem here now, don’t we?”
Peyton stared at the ceiling again. She thought about holding her breath until she turned blue but right now she wasn’t sure she wanted to pass out. She suddenly felt euphoric, and her twat burned a little from the drugs they pumped into her at the hospital.
“You okay, Peyton?” Evan must’ve noticed the sudden change in her. The new change in temperature between her legs made her uncomfortable enough to show some discomfort.
“I will be as soon as I get a few things off my chest.” And my pussy quits clenching like it needs one of you to fuck me.
“Now is not a good time,” Evan warned.
“It’s never a good time, and thanks to my temper tantrum today, I get to sit the bench for the next two weeks.” Peyton’s softball season didn’t have a long life anyway. They started their games at the first of March and ended by mid-April. She didn’t like sitting on a wooden slab.
“Doc said you couldn’t play.”
“Doc said she shouldn’t play,” Evan clarified. He loved softball and enjoyed watching her. He’d have her at short stop if he had to roll her there in a wheelchair.
“Anyway, it looks like I’m going to finish the season on the bench more than on the field so I’ve had time to think about a few things. You know, think over how I hope to finish out the school year, what I want to do with the rest of the time I have with you boys, and well, I’ve reached a decision.” She looked at Braden and then Evan. “You both have to fuck me.”
Evan looked like he was ready to go right then. “Do what?”
The first bead of sweat ran across Braden’s eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
She pulled the bed sheets back and started fanning herself with the sheets again and again. No one paid her any mind but really and truly, this medicine was doing one hell of a number on her. She was on fire, and in heat. Her pussy burned with something other than desire.
“Shit, Peyton.” Kane stood up and walked to the window, his fists clenched. “Damn it! Don’t you see what she’s doing? She’s pissed at me, and now she wants to fuck you.”
“You know better than to believe him.” She continued to fan herself, her legs spreading just a little. She tried to avoid being crude but in the back of her mind, she decided it didn’t matter anyway. They were aware of the pain meds, and she overheard Braden telling the doctor she didn’t have a tolerance for anything. Medicine, booze, men in boots. The last part, she imagined.
Maybe, just maybe the doctor had an immunization, some kind of concoction to inspire women to close their legs when they found men, particularly three of them, irresistible. Yes, she needed a simple shot to make her ignore cowboys in tight jeans.
“That’s not true, Kane, I wanted to screw them almost as bad as I wanted you.” She cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered to Evan, “The almost thing comes into play because he pursued me and you listened to Braden and steered clear.”
“I pursued you?”
“Yes, you did.” She flapped the sheet wildly now, raising it up around her and then slamming it against the bed again and again.
“Is there something wrong with that damn sheet?” Evan snapped.
“Side effect,” she breathed out as she returned her focus to Kane. Her brow covered in sweat, she dabbed at the beads scattering across her forehead. “I’m a flirt, Kane. You took it one step too far and then cried…” She jumped up from the bed and stripped her panties off as she ran toward the bathroom. “Oh! I’m on fire!”
“What the hell?” Braden, Kane, and Evan quickly followed her. She stood there with her bottom bouncing up and down while running water in the sink.
“I can handle this,” Kane told them but Evan peered around him, watching as she rubbed her hand over her mound with her left hand while dipping her fingers in the water basin, with the other one.
“I’m sure you can, big brother, but if there’s any way I can accommodate her hot little ass right now, I want to make myself available.”
Kane growled as he watched his brother’s amusement. “What the hell is wrong with you, Peyton?”
“I don’t know,” she squealed as she crossed her legs.
“You gotta pee?” Evan asked.
“Somehow I don’t think that will help,” she replied.
Once the sink was full, she flopped right down in the water. “Oh my God.” Braden stared at her in disbelief. More specifically, he gaped at her pussy.
“Is something wrong…uh, I mean, uh…” Braden lost the ability to think with the right head. He began stroking the front of his pants, and Peyton didn’t think he even noticed what he was doing.
Realizing precisely what kind of problem she had, Kane smirked. “Peyton, honey, it’s a reaction to the medicine. All you had to do was ask for a more pleasurable way to take care of this.”
As her teeth started to chatter, she kicked out her legs and made a sudden splash. “Would somebody please make him get out of here?”
“Hell no, maybe these two need to get out of here. I’ve already seen this pretty little pussy.” He dipped his hand in the water and before she anticipated his touch, his fingers twirled between her folds.
“Oh God, Kane.” She pressed her head into the mirror behind her. She didn’t want him to quit. She was on fire. Part of the blaze flaming through her body was an out of control lust, and while she hated to admit it, the other part was a chemical reaction to the medications. Still, the cool water didn’t cure the burn. Kane’s fingers did.
She couldn’t see Kane’s pupils because his eyes were well protected by his lids. His hand moved with her as she ground away at the pain, the ache, the fire tempering out of control.
“I’ve gotta tell you, I never saw anything flare quite like this. Good God, Peyton. You’re the sexiest thing in the world.” Kane’s mouth watered but when she looked up at the other two, she thought she saw them drool.
“Gosh-o-mighty! Somebody!” Peyton leaned back and bit her lower lip as Kane continued to finger her.
“Is this what you need, baby?” Kane inched closer to the vanity driving his fingers higher, reaching her in a hotter spot, beyond the superficial burn of a drug-induced reaction.
“Oh yes! God, yes. Please don’t quit. I’m on fire, I tell you.”
“Holy fuck.” Braden rarely cursed to the extreme but then again, this act warranted drastic measures all the way around. She didn’t blame him. She wanted to scream obscenities too.
The only time she felt remotely aware of how ridiculous she must’ve looked was when Braden nearly ran over Evan and Kane to get out of there. “Damn you, Kane! This isn’t going to help things.”
Evan narrowed his gaze on her mound, licked his lower lip and watched his brother take away just a small measure of pain. “But it is, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes…” she placed her palms behind her and rode Kane’s fingers up and down.
“Braden? Please! You don’t understand! I’m like a well done toasted pastry. I’m scorched from the inside out!”
Kane shot her a knowing wicked smile. “You got that right honey. You’re sugary slick from the inside out and just so creamy and warm in the middle.”
Braden immediately poked his head back in the bathroom. “Unfortunately Peyton, these two are using it to their benefit.”
Kane started to move his hand, and she pressed down on the fingers latched tightly inside of her. “Move and I may kill you now.”
A wanton expression crossed his face. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. It’s kind of nice you want me around.”
“I’m not kidding here. This is not a laughing matter.” She tossed her head forward and began riding into his palm. Her hands on both sides of the sink, the water moved with her and a few waves splashed across the countertops.
“Damn it, Kane!” Braden slapped the wall beside of him. “Evan, get him away from her and get her in bed. If either one of you lay a hand on her, so help me God, I’m gonna kill ya. I’m gonna run over and see our neighborhood doctor real quick. Maybe he can rush over here. Don’t touch her. She’s obviously not in her right mind.”
Right mind? Hell, who said she had a mind at all right now? Kane’s fingers were the only sanity she needed. She closed her eyes tighter.
“Get your fingers out of her.”
“Move them and I swear it, you lose them,” she warned.
“In case you haven’t noticed, he already has.” Braden’s inability to understand didn’t matter. He still watched and that counted for something.
Kane reluctantly withdrew his fingers, and she cried out before she ordered them out. “Damn it! Now, you leave me no other option.” She played with her clit, tears poured down her face. “Okay, go get the doc. Something is wrong here. I think I’m going to explode.”
“You mean cum?” Evan asked.
“You’re not funny, Evan.” Although, he hit the nail on the head.
“Don’t you dare tell him I’m sitting here with my couchie in a tub of water!” she shouted at Braden as they started out of the bathroom.
As if they’d practiced it for years all three men stared back at her and asked in unison. “Your what?”
Peyton was irritated now. Maybe it was the medication. “Don’t play dumb with me. You call it a pussy, and I call it various things. I should call it ‘hot momma’ about right now! This is sad. I need help and all any of you can do is stare at my dick trapper!”
“Lord help us, I’ll be right back.” Braden disappeared. Evan and Kane didn’t move. Now, the heat poured off their foreheads with one bead falling right after the next.
“Both of you quit staring and get out of here. Braden will take care of it when he gets back.”
“The hell he will,” Kane growled and yanked her from the sink.
Evan grabbed a towel from the rack behind them and covered her about as quickly as Kane pulled her against his chest.
By the time Kane dried her off, her body was flushed and her eyelids heavy. She mumbled something against his skin while he patted down her thighs. She moaned out in a heavenly whimper when he’d gently swiped at her center.
“Kane?” she whispered into his shirt as she fell back asleep and Evan was envious. He hated the feeling he had when he saw the two of them together. Sometimes, it bordered with an intimacy he feared he’d never have with anyone at all. Worse still, he often feared he soon would have the same sort of bond with Peyton. The abnormality of it drove him to the brink of lechery.
Evan sat in the far corner watching them. Observing how kind Kane was to Peyton led him to all sorts of assumptions. After he tucked her back in bed, Evan motioned for Kane to follow him, and the two went downstairs to the kitchen.
“How’s Peyton now?” Braden met them in the foyer and instead of going to her, he followed them.
“She’s asleep.”
“Doc said this kind of reaction is rare but seldom lasts very long. I told him she was out of her head anyway. He thinks she doubled up on those pain pills, and since she’d had all that morphine, she had a reaction.”
Evan looked out the window, not paying a bit of attention to Braden. “Damn if that wasn’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Yeah, one of them anyway,” Kane remarked.
“I guess you’ve had a few of ‘em since you’ve had her in a way we can only dare imagine.”
Braden grabbed a beer, popped the lid and studied his brothers. “We gotta do something about her, and damn it if you didn’t make it tough, Kane.”
“What the hell do you want me to say? Want me to say I’m sorry? I’m not.”
“I didn’t think so,” Braden said.
“Well, you two heard Peyton. She had the best solution, I think.” Evan’s hand rested at his belt buckle. “Good hell, I’m hard just thinking about it.”
“I don’t care about your cock problems,” Kane sneered.
“Who said it presented a problem?” Evan laughed. “I gotta feeling there’s a pretty little solution waiting on me upstairs.”
“Damn it, Evan,” Braden muttered, took another gulp of beer and slammed the can against the counter. “Would it be too much to ask of you to stay the hell out of her bed?”
“Yeah, it would,” he said before he pointed at Kane. “He’s not going to stay out of it. Why should we?”
“Yeah, Braden.” Peyton tripped into the kitchen in her delusional state. “Why should you boys let Kane have all the fun?” She fell straight into his lap head-first.