30. Raphael
30
RAPHAEL
“I can’t believe I have to live in a world where Flynn said he loved you before I did.” I didn’t think I was going to get over that one any time soon.
Alyssa laughed. “It does kind of seem like something that would happen in an upside-down world,” she said. She was painting the newly rebuilt—and much wider—hallway in Nana’s house. Nana herself had picked out the color, a robin’s egg blue. If we didn’t finish soon, the paint wouldn’t be dry by the time she arrived tomorrow.
“I heard that,” Flynn muttered.
Spencer was painting the trim near the ceiling. I had a strong suspicion that he was enjoying showing off his impressive height in front of Alyssa. “What kills me is that we were holding back,” he said.
Alyssa stopped painting. “What do you mean?”
“We talked about it,” I told her. “Spence and me. We both wanted to tell you, but we thought we might scare you off.”
“And then my little brother swoops in and tells you first.” Spencer’s tone was light, but I knew the confrontation at Flynn’s house had taken a toll on all three of them. But just like Alyssa’s injuries, we were healing.
Alyssa giggled. “You snooze, you lose.”
Spencer stared down at her… and then swiped his paintbrush along her t-shirt, creating a vertical blue stripe.
She was wearing old clothes for the occasion, but still, her eyes narrowed as she stared up at him. “You’re going to regret that.”
“I doubt it.” Spencer ran his fingers up her side, tickling her. While she was distracted, he plucked her paintbrush out of her hand.
I chuckled. That could lead to war, but I’d bet it was going to be very entertaining. Alyssa reached for her brush back, but Spencer held it up high, well out of her reach. It was like watching a chihuahua at the base of an oak tree, barking at a cat ten feet up.
Spencer grinned and put his hands out to either side, handing one brush to me and one to Flynn. Then he pinned Alyssa back against the opposite wall, which fortunately was dry. He nodded to me, and I stepped up to replace his hand, pressing her wrist to the wall high above her head. He kept hold of the other.
She was pinned to the wall, her arms spread wide, her feet barely touching the ground. I had to admit, the sight made my cock twitch. She was turned on, too. Her chest heaved under the old t-shirt she wore. She had on short shorts to complete her outfit. The new cast allowed her to wear pants, but she often wore shorts or skirts for our benefit. And it usually worked out pretty well for her, too.
Flynn surveyed our new art installation on the hallway wall. The gleam in his eye was a familiar one. Alyssa recognized it too, and she grinned.
“Gentlemen, I think we missed a spot when we painted this wall.” Flynn stalked closer to Alyssa, wielding the brush full of blue paint.
“You wouldn’t,” she breathed, but even she knew he would. Hell, I could practically hear the Jaws theme as he approached her.
“I’m pretty sure he would,” Spencer muttered, but then he preempted his brother, grabbing my brush and dabbing paint on either side of Alyssa’s face. She looked like a little doll, only instead of circles of pink on her cheeks, they were blue.
“You’re going down, big man.” Those were pretty laughable words from a young woman pinned to the wall by two men twice her size.
Then Flynn moved in. “Remember this morning how you were too busy with the finishing touches to suck my cock?”
“Yes.” Alyssa stared him down, but her eyes had an excited glint in them.
In one movement, Flynn lifted her t-shirt up over her head. He let it snap into place behind her neck. Her arms were still covered by the shirt, but her breasts and her lacy bra were exposed to our view.
And wow, it was a very good view, but Flynn wasn’t done. “You gave me blue balls,” he said in a mock dangerous voice. “I think that means I need to give you blue boobs.”
Alyssa shrieked, but he undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts while Flynn and I held her still. Then Flynn dragged his brush across her bare skin once, twice, and then three times. Her nipples were pale blue pebbles, and most of the rest of her gorgeous breasts were blue, too. She giggled madly as she squirmed and twisted, but she couldn’t get away.
Fascinated, I reached out to pinch her hard nipple, but the paint made it too slippery for me to catch. I settled for digging my fingers into her side. She shrieked when I tickled her, and I had to admit, her bouncing blue breasts were a sight to behold.
At least until the door slammed.
We all froze and turned to look. For one bizarre moment, I thought that Nana had somehow made her way home a day early, but it wasn’t her.
Lauren stood in the entryway, her hand on her hip. Her sharp gaze landed on each of us in turn before settling on Alyssa’s half-naked form. “Well, isn’t this a cozy sight.”