Gas or Ass (5 page)

I was still hurt that she’d gotten married without having me as her maid of honor, but I guessed a quickie at the Cabarrus County courthouse didn’t require attendants or witnesses.

Okay, so it hadn’t happened on my ideal timetable, but she’d met someone. Now I could go away to school and not worry about her.

But first, I had to get ready for another day at a high school where no one spoke to me. I’d been the new girl often enough to know it sucked. But being the new girl as a senior? This late in the year? Major suckage. The kids here made no effort to talk to me, like it was written on my face that I’d be gone after graduation and never look back.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The girlish, white French provincial furniture I’d grown up with looked out of place in this room. I was grateful for the larger closet—again, the largest I’d ever had by far—but Caine’s idea of interior design was black-and-white checkerboard wallpaper border at hip level, separating the glossy red paint at the top of the walls from the flat black at the bottom. Square black speakers stared from the corners near the ceiling. He’d taken the stereo, of course.

Every day after school, Mom talked about painting the room until I snapped, “Why bother? As soon as college starts, he can have it back.” I didn’t want to think too hard about how many girls Caine might’ve lured in after midnight through the big windows that nearly touched the floor and opened onto the porch. For that matter, Dale might not care if his grown sons had their girlfriends come right through the side door and bring an overnight bag.

Unlike Mom, the Hannah family seemed that kind of laid back.

Speculating about Colt and Caine’s behavior was one thing. Sharing a bathroom with my new stepbrothers was something else entirely. Every time I stumbled over a pair of knit jockey shorts, I couldn’t resist picking them up and wondering which stepbrother dropped them. I knew the thrill that raced through me when I held them to my nose was wrong. I figured my lust would send me straight to Hell, but what a way to go.

One thing had kept me sane to this point—masturbation. My sex life was finally in hyper drive, if only in my mind.

The shower turned off. I thought I heard footsteps going down the hall, but the thick carpeting had fooled me before. After a couple of unexpected collisions with my stepbrothers in the mornings, I’d resorted to creeping out of my room to shower in the wee hours of the morning, when I was sure everyone else was either gone or asleep. Last night, I’d dozed off before setting an alarm.

I flung my blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. From Mom and Dale’s room, a bedframe started to squeak.
Seriously, guys, give it a rest already.

When I yanked the bedroom door open, shock rooted me to the floor. “Oh!”

Across the hall, all that white bath tile framed two bare, muscular asses, set off by tan lines. One stepbrother stood in front of each sink, toothbrushes in hand. Colt’s tanned skin glistened with water.

Caine stood before the sink closest to the door, ebony waves still tousled from sleep. Muscles rippled in his arms as he moved the brush up and down. Before I could retreat and slam the door, he spat and dropped the brush into the holder, then turned to face me.

I stared in shock at six-foot-three of buck-naked male. I dropped my gaze from his face, to wide shoulders, to the trail of dark hair that beckoned my gaze lower. My cheeks heated, inspecting the flaccid cock that hung over his balls. He made no effort to cover himself. His sculpted body was so different from mine that I couldn’t look away.

He curled a hand around the limp flesh and gave a couple of tugs. I stared in fascination as his penis swelled. He moved his fist back and forth along the ever-increasing length, matching the tempo of Dale’s squeaking bed. Part of my mind noted my mother’s moan. My stepfather’s baritone carried down the hall. “You like that, don’t’cha, Red?”

My nipples hardened. The tingle in the hard points set off an ache between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, but I couldn’t move. I wanted to look away. A voice inside my head shrieked that this was seven shades of wrong, but Caine’s fist held me spellbound. I had no idea cocks could get so big, so fast. Or were covered in thick blue veins that twined around the hard flesh, standing out in sharp relief. Or that the head would look so soft and spongy and glisten with a single drop of—

“Like what you see, little sister?”

I jerked my gaze to his face in time to see his arrogant grin. I nearly fell over my feet turning away. Fire swept my cheeks.
And I thought you were the nice one.
“Sorry, I didn’t know y’all were in there.” I slammed the door and fell against the panel. “I have to get ready. I’ll miss the bus,” I yelled.

Humiliated, I listened to their chuckles. The sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh was likely one giving the other a high five, something they did often.

Through the wall, the squeaking bedframe picked up speed. My mother’s soft cries kept time. Dale’s commanding tone carried. “Say it, Macy. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Dale. Fuck me hard.”

This wasn’t my life. I’d wake up any minute now, in my room back in Charlotte. I wasn’t leaning against a door while two hard-bodied males laughed at me. I wasn’t thinking about Caine’s hand moving up and down his cock while I slid my hand under my nightgown—driven by the knowledge that he stood so close and egged on by my relentless fantasies.

This wasn’t me sliding my thumb over my nipple. It had to be someone else, an alternate version of me. The point was so sensitive, the slight touch sent shockwaves to my groin, wetting the finger I pushed into my pussy.

My mother wasn’t sobbing Dale’s name and begging him to fuck her deeper. Caine shoving his cock through his fist wasn’t playing in my mind over and over like a porn clip. And I sure was hell wasn’t stroking my clit to the sound of my mother being fucked like a rag doll and imagining Colt doing the same to me.

“I’ll give you a ride. We promised Dad. We’re gonna take real good care of you, Shelby.” Colt’s voice came through the door. The unexpected thump of a hard fist against the panel vibrated through me. I thought one set of footsteps moved away. No hair dryer kicked on in the bathroom, no water ran. In the way I knew when I wasn’t alone in the house without stepping foot out of my room, I knew Colt was still on the other side of the door. Did he stand so close his cock touched the wood? Was he hard? Had Caine gone to his room to finish jerking off?

My thoughts sent a forbidden thrill racing over my skin. My thighs quaked. My nub throbbed, and when Dale demanded, “Beg me, you hot little bitch. Tell me how bad you want it,” I attacked my clit, rubbing hard and fast, while I imagined Colt’s cock slamming into me with the force of the blow against the door. The fantasy seemed so real, right down to the way my imagination filled in harsh breathing that mirrored mine, but wasn’t mine. I bit my lip, but couldn’t stop my whimpers while I imagined Colt’s slim hips thrusting between my thighs, then Caine’s. The dark pleasure twisting my insides tightened. Oh, God, this was better than any other time I’d ever played with myself. So fucking wicked.

Fuck me harder, Colt. Fuck me deep, Caine. Fuck me. Fuck me.
In the next room, the shrieking bedframe reached a crescendo. I made my fingers match the pace and pictured a dark head bending over me, then a light one.
We’ll fuck you, Shelby. Hard and deep.
 

Oh, God, I’m coming.

I buried my fingers in my pussy, cupping my mound, and riding the hard waves that wrenched me. Was that my pounding heart, or did heavy footsteps move away from my door?

No, this wasn’t me. I withdrew my fingers and studied the thick cream glistening on my fingers. This had to be a dream. A dark-as-hell erotic dream. The worst of it was, the forbidden quality of the situation was the part that appealed to me.

Okay, maybe I was becoming seriously twisted, but they were just fantasies. No harm, no foul. Caine and Colt need never know how often I took advantage of them in my head. Mom would never know how often I fucked them to punish her. Those fantasies were my private revenge, and the only satisfaction I’d have for a while. I wasn’t giving my fantasy life up on top of everything else. The guilt I felt afterward could just bite my ass.

I’d never act on them. My mom had been promiscuous, every bit as wild as Dale, if I were honest. I’d made the vow long ago not to be like her. Colt had just been messing with me the night we’d moved in, because he hadn’t said a word to me since.

I skipped a shower out of humiliation, but had to brush my teeth. Just walking into the bathroom got me wet all over again. The scent of Hugo Boss hung in the air.

I eyed the bare towel racks, wielding the brush around my mouth as fast as I could. At least I could explain why they never seemed to leave wet towels lying about. Maybe they both just air-dried, the way Colt had been doing when....
When I got my first look at his bare ass.

So twisted.

I grabbed my books and crept down the hall like a cat burglar, praying not to see either brother.

From the big family room, I spied Mom and Dale, standing in the breakfast nook. She clutched a filmy robe that I’d never seen before over her breasts. Pale winter sunlight streamed through the open side door, illuminating her flushed cheeks and lighting her tousled hair on fire. Dale wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him. The intensity of their kiss made me blush. 

I halted, unsure whether to interrupt their moment. When he pulled away at last, he laughed. “Dammit woman, my team’s gonna give me hell about this. Good thing you made it worth all that damn teasin’ I’m about to get.” Affection rang in his tone. He spied me and threw up a hand, smiling in my direction. “Morning, Shelby. Nice to see you, hon.” Then, he slapped her on the ass and bounded down the deck steps before I could ask him to drop me off at school.

He seemed like a good-looking, utterly reliable teddy bear—or wolf. If not for his sons, the situation would’ve been nearly ideal. I was sure his kids felt the same about me.

She watched until his truck backed out of the drive, seemingly forgetting that I was late for school, or even here at all. She turned, wearing a secretive smile and tracing her bottom lip with her finger.

I glimpsed the fifteen-year-old who’d gotten pregnant with me her sophomore year in high school. At home, she rarely left her room without catching her hair into a knot at the base of her neck. She always dressed before leaving her bedroom, or at least wore pajamas under her robe, but the light revealed she hadn’t a stitch on under her robe.

“Ready to ride, sis?”

I stopped breathing. Colt halted so close behind me, I could smell his cologne. I jumped when he dropped his hands on my shoulders.

Mom lifted her head. Her eyes strayed to his hands and she frowned. Colt lifted his hands after a friendly pat and slid along the wall to get around me. His waffle-weave Henley clung to his chest like a second skin. Maybe the shirt had shrunk in the wash, because the shirttail-style hem rode over the waistband of his low-slung jeans at his sides. The ropy muscles outlining his hipbones figured largely in my fantasies. I ached to touch them, just once. Okay, to drag my tongue along them, but... semantics.

Wait. Colt’s driving me to school?

“Does she need a note for being late?” Mom asked.

“Nah.” He yanked my book bag off my shoulder and swung it over his arm. “I’ll tell the principal that your car’s on the fritz, Macy. Just like a damn import. The part you need’s always on backorder. With Dad all caught up in gettin’ ready for Daytona, he hasn’t had time to go off real good on the service department, I guess? Don’t worry, hon. When he gets riled enough, they’ll bring you a new one or rip that part off a showroom model.”

Mom turned wide eyes to me. “Oh, Shelby, about Daytona. Dale asked me to go. It’s as close to a honeymoon as we’ll get until the NASCAR season’s over. We’re leaving tomorrow. I hate to leave you alone for four days, so I was wondering if you wanted to go along? The boys are going, too. Dale says the motor home is huge.”

Tomorrow? I stared in disbelief. Had she forgotten tomorrow was my birthday? “No, thanks. I have a paper due on Friday and two tests this week. After a five-day suspension for slapping that guy at West Mecklenburg, I can’t miss five more. You know that.” Ten days unexcused absence meant automatic failure, by state law. Her head was really in the clouds.

“I didn’t think those five days would count against you here.” Mom frowned.

“Seriously? It’s a state law. Ten days, period, is all I can miss and still graduate.”

“Let’s do this.” Colt slid his hand down my spine and nudged me toward the door. Shivers raced through me at the casual touch. Was he picking up where he’d left off the other night? I managed to cross the den without falling on my face.

Mom kissed me on the cheek, and then made a cry of dismay. “Hang on. I forgot to get your lunch money, Shelby.”

Standing beside a living, breathing Ken doll, her comment made me feel like a six-year-old.

“I got five bucks, Macy.” Colt’s hand at the base of my spine propelled me forward. 

“Bye, Mom.” I kissed her cheek and bolted through the door.

Before it closed, I heard her ask, “Caine, I hate to bother you, but Dale said you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride to the mall this morning?”

What happened to ‘have a great day at school, honey’? Much less, ‘why the hell are you wearing such a short skirt?’ but she hadn’t noticed the rebellious way I’d rolled the waistband over twice—her punishment for my having to wake to her bedroom gymnastics. Did she not realize Caine could see right through her robe, or was she walking around in a hormone-fueled daze?

I knew the truck in the drive belonged to Caine, so I stalked toward the bright red Corvette.

All these newer vehicles parked outside, because the three-bay carport held a pair of old cars, a red one and a blue one. Neither had a hood, but the middle one was covered by a tarp. The last bay held a metal frame on tires, some kind of dune buggy.

Colt headed to the passenger side of the low-slung sports car. He jerked the handle and swung the door open. I guess I looked surprised, because he shrugged. “Door’s heavy. Don’t want you slammin’ it into Caine’s truck.”