Shannon's Fairy-Tale Foursome (17 page)

Trying to school his features, but failing miserably, he told her, “Only you would describe your hot, little cunt as squishy.” He crowed, doubling over.

She growled at him.

He laughed even harder. Her growl didn’t sound big or bad. She came off as cute and cuddly, like a Maltese puppy instead of a full-grown German shepherd. “Okay, it’s squishy. What else?”

She penetrated her pussy once more with a sigh. “It’s so soft.”

His amusement fled, and his desire returned. Getting her to describe her cunt might not have been his brightest idea. He wouldn’t be able to maintain his control much longer.
Hurry her along
. “Focus on those things, baby doll.”

Her brow furrowed, concentration filling her face.

“Don’t overthink,” he told her, biting back a groan so he wouldn’t distract her. “Feel them. Embrace them.”

Her facial features smoothed out, relaxing, and her hands moved faster. “Oh!”

Focus.
He breathed deeply, asking her, “Feel good?”

“Yeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”

“Are you almost there?”
Please say yes, please say yes
. His balls tightened, his shaft elongating. He had about thirty seconds before detonation, if that.

“God, yeah.” She was a goner. He could see it on her face, in her body language. Her finger was no longer the only thing working her pussy. She humped her hand wildly.

He pumped his cock faster. “Come, Shannon. Come now.”

“Randy,” she yelled, her scream filling the bathroom.

“Holy mother of all that is good!” His body convulsed as his cum spilled out and onto his hand before running down his leg and landing in the water pooling at his feet.

Panting harshly, they both collapsed, falling to the sodden floor, laughing like loons. Her laughter stopped abruptly, and she blurted out, “I love you, Randy.”

He inched over to her and draped his arm around her shoulders. “I love you, too,” he reminded her, “but you already know that.”

She snuggled closer to him with a whispered, “I know.”

And all was right in his world.

“You are going to just walk out of here without telling her you’re leaving or you’re sorry or what the fuck ever?” Jared was getting pretty damn tired of arguing with his thickskulled brother.
Thirty minutes!
They had argued for thirty fucking minutes in Shannon’s room while his other brother had bath time just down the hall, forcing him to endure her moans and cries without doing a goddamn thing about it. His poor, pitiful cock raged at him. If he didn’t get inside her soon, his dick would revolt.

Since Jared was attached to that particular appendage, he planned to fuck her
before
it fell off.
Damn it.
He needed to get through to Drew first. “I knew you were a cold-blooded ass. But, damn, this is cold even for you.”

Jerking his clothes on, Drew nodded. “That pretty much sums it up.”

Sometimes talking to Drew was worse than pulling teeth. Okay, he conceded, not sometimes—all the time. “Which part?”

“All of the above.” Drew spoke so coldly that it was a bloody miracle they both didn’t die of hypothermia on the spot.

Jared clenched his fists tightly, fighting the urge to beat the shit out of Drew. Maybe then his brother would stop being such a damn moron. “You bastard. You don’t deserve her.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Drew scanned the room, his face a tornado of emotions. He looked furious and confused, but mostly, he looked panicked.

“Where the fuck are my shoes?” Drew flew around Shannon’s room, searching high and low, checking every nook and cranny. Someone wanted out of here before a certain glorious goddess emerged from her shower.

Jared noticed his brother’s shoes under the bed next to his feet. He seriously contemplated kicking them further under the bed and buying himself some time to calm Drew the fuck down. But, it wasn’t worth it. Drew would just hightail it out the door minus his shoes.
Stubborn ass.

Jared picked up Drew’s shoes before launching them at his brother. “This temper tantrum of yours has nothing to do with Shannon’s apology, does it? It’s about your nightmares.”

Drew stiffened but still caught the boots before they could hit him. “We are not talking about those. Besides, I haven’t had one since Dad died.”

“Until last night…” Jared trailed off, deliberately trying to provoke his brother into responding to the true elephant in the room. “Don’t play dumb. I was right there with you in the middle of that damn nightmare. And so was Randy.”

“This has nothing to do with a stupid dream I might or might not have had last night.” Drew sat down in the rocking chair then jammed his feet into the boots he’d worn to dinner last night. He didn’t waste any more time before rising to his feet and stating, “This is about
her
. She regrets last night. Fine, I get it.”

Jared rolled his eyes at his foolish brother. Drew had always refused to talk about the nightmares that plagued him. He pretended he didn’t experience them, just as Jared and Randy acted like they didn’t suffer right along with him. Then when the nightmares stopped abruptly, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief and never spoke of them again.

Last night had been the first nightmare for any of them in seventeen years, not a single one since they’d buried their parents. Drew’s subconscious would choose now to dredge up the past they wanted to forget and fuck everything up.

“
If
,” Jared stressed with a grimace, “that really is your problem, then ask her, Drew. Don’t be a pussy. You have no way of knowing what she meant.”

“Yeah, ask me, you big goober!”

Both men froze, going as still as a newly carved ice sculpture.
Shit.
Jared made a mental note to maim his brother later.

Jared and Drew’s eyes met across the room. For one fleeting moment, sorrow flashed in Drew’s eyes before he extinguished it, his eyes becoming blue ice chips. He turned on Shannon, acting as if she were his adversary and not his woman. “No.”

Jared didn’t want to see the hurt on Shannon’s face, but he was helpless to do anything else. He couldn’t exactly stare at the bedroom ceiling through this conversation. Not to mention, he refused take a backseat with them. Steeling himself against her emotional anguish, Jared rotated and faced her head-on, like the man he was.

Oh, yeah, I’m a red-blooded man alright
. The siren in the doorway proved it.
Damn. Hell. Shit.
He swore, using every curse word he knew in the English language before resorting to curse words in foreign languages.
Puta madre! Gott! Fils de pute!

The blood in his head drained into his cock as he admired Shannon’s statuesque body standing just inside the door with only a tiny towel covering parts of her.
Lower, lower, lower. Fuck that. Drop the towel, princess.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Drew reached for his jacket, shrugging it on. “You’ve told me often enough to fuck off. I don’t need it again.”

Shannon dropped her towel, revealing every divine inch of her body to their eyes, then stomped over to the dresser. “You have all the fucking answers, don’t you, Drew?” She tore open the door and yanked out clothes without so much as a glance. She dressed haphazardly, her clothing mismatched, half-buttoned, and crooked.

“When it comes to you, sure do,” Drew snapped arrogantly.

She grabbed her hairbrush from the top of the dresser. “Bullshit. You don’t. You’re just freaking out because you don’t want to get hurt by a little, defenseless woman.” She pulled the brush through her tangled hair, wincing several times. “It’s perfectly normal to be scared, Drew.”

Randy barged into the room, as naked as the day he’d been born, holding his clothes. “Calm down, you two. We don’t want the neighbors to call the police.”

“Fuck off,” Drew spat without taking his enraged eyes off Shannon, who glared right back at him. She flipped Randy off without even looking in his general direction.

Drew crossed his massive arms over his chest. “First of all, I’m not scared of a fucking thing. Secondly, you are about as defenseless as a piranha.”

Oh, shit.

Shannon marched directly up to Drew and poked him in the chest. “You are fucking scared,” she snapped. “I get it, Drew, and I don’t blame you for it. I have done everything I could to push you away, but that’s over now. You’re mine.” She wagged her finger at him, finishing her miniature tirade. “Don’t you forget it, Buster Brown.”

“Why the damn change, Shannon?” Drew leaned over her, yelling with enough volume to permanently damage a person’s eardrums. “Years! Fucking years. Now you want me? Hell no. It doesn’t work that way. When are you going to change your mind again? Tomorrow? Next week? A month? A year? When, damn it?” He stalked around her, heading for the hallway. “I’m out of here.”

Jared jumped in front of Drew, blocking him. “Don’t you dare leave. Talk this out with her. Now!”

“Hell, no. You are my brother, not my fucking boss. How many damn times have I told you that?” Drew didn’t wait for a response before answering himself. “Too many!”

“Run away, little rabbit.” Shannon shooed Drew sarcastically. “But, you remember this. You can run, but you can’t hide. We will discuss this, and we will work it out—whether you like it or not.”

“There is nothing to work out,” Drew said as he brushed past Jared and stormed down the hallway.

Jared followed his brother, hoping that Shannon kept her cute ass in the bedroom with Randy. “Don’t do or say something you are going to regret, Drew.”

“My only regret is coming here last night.”

Randy cursed viciously from the bedroom doorway.

Jared grabbed Drew by the back of his shirt, planning to give him a piece of his mind. But Shannon came up behind him and laid her hand on his shoulder. “Let him go. He doesn’t seem to have a clue what he got into with me last night. I’m no easy lay.”

Jared let go of his brother because Shannon asked him to. If she wanted him to back off right now, he would. However, he made no promises for later.

Drew wrenched open the door, but he didn’t cross the threshold. “Whatever.”

“I’m as stubborn as you are an ass,” Shannon warned Drew, apparently not minding that she spoke to Drew’s back. “I will stalk you, tie you up, and tell you the facts of fucking life, Mr. Thinks-He-Knows-It-All. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Drew snorted as he finally took a step outside of the apartment and called behind him, “Good luck with that.”

Shannon grabbed the door, preparing to shut it, and sneered, “Don’t let the door hit you on your fine ass!”

“I won’t,” Drew declared, without missing a step, and kept walking.

“See you later, Studley Do-Right.”

Jared held back a chuckle. Where the hell did she come up with all the crazy nicknames?

“Not if I can help it,” Drew vowed as he disappeared from sight.

“Bastard!” Shannon slammed the door and, promptly, turned on Jared and Randy. “You! And you!”

“Now, princess—” Jared began, but Randy cut him off.

“What did we do? Drew is the asshole brother, not us.” Randy reached for Shannon, but she dodged him quickly and efficiently, slapping at his hands. “Come on, baby do—”

Shannon put her hands on her deliciously round hips. “No. You two were his fucking accomplices.”

Jared knew better than to approach Shannon until she calmed down a little. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, and that included feisty and hot-tempered. “Princess—” He attempted again, but it was pointless.

She just talked over him, her voice much calmer but also much cooler. “No.” She pointed at Randy. “You were distracting me with a little booty action.” Then she turned her finger on him. “You were trying to fix it, Jared. He had a problem with me, not you, damn it.”

Both he and Randy tried to speak, but the vixen wouldn’t have it. She flung up her hand in a gesture telling them to stop. “Nope. Don’t care. If we want to be together, you all need to learn a few things. One. I will not tolerate being teamed up on—”

“Not even when we’re fucking you?” Randy winked boldly at Shannon, who looked volatile enough to kill and get out of jail on “temporary insanity.” “No triple crown?”

Jared snickered. He tried not to, but who wouldn’t laugh at Randy’s antics? Well, apparently not Shannon. She scowled, continuing on as if Randy hadn’t spoken and Jared hadn’t laughed, “Two. No covering for each other. Three. No lying for each other.”

“Damn. This list is getting long, baby doll.” Randy brought out the big guns—his rogue smile. “Do I need to get pencil and paper? My memory sucks.”

“Four. Piss me off, deal with me separately. Unless you all three piss me off then we will make special arrangements. Five—”

Shannon’s phone belted out “Better Than Revenge” by Taylor Swift, distracting all three of them. “Hold that thought.” She picked up her phone, greeting her caller, “Hey, J. Can I call you back in a bit?” She paused briefly. “Oh, okay. What’s up?” Pausing again, her brow furrowed. “I’m on my way.”