Chapter 3
Blue
Icouldn't fall asleep. The bed in Dane and Drake's guest room felt like a cloud. The linen smelled fresh, and the pillows were deliciously luxurious.
But I still couldn't sleep.
They'd practically kidnapped me from Mr. Henderson's.
After dinner, they'd washed and dried the dishes, then cleaned the kitchen, telling me to sit and relax.
They'd served up coffee and tea, cleaned and put away the dishes, then whisked my luggage into their car.
Drake chauffeured me in their SUV back to the Jessup—wait, no—back to their property while Dane had followed in my little car.
I'd felt weirdly on edge the whole time.
I knew I shouldn't. I'd lived with these men for four years.
I'd been fourteen when they'd arrived in the house—angry sixteen-year-olds, too full of piss and vinegar to want to have anything to do with the other kids.
They'd pushed every boundary, fought every rule, argued with my parents until they'd finally realized my daddy wasn't one for budging.
Tough love from him, silk over steel from my Mumma.
My parents had taken in kids no one wanted.
Pregnant teens with screaming babies, damaged children from broken homes, teens with eyes too old and burning anger at the world.
All types had passed through our doors. I had one blood sister and one blood brother, but hundreds of siblings by association.
Drake and Dane were the only "siblings" I'd ever wanted to sleep with. And it's strange, but I only ever viewed them as a package deal—I couldn't love one without the other.
The hot flush of embarrassment crept up my neck, heating my cheeks. I groaned, draping one arm over my eyes as I remembered that night.
I'd stood in the shadows of the garage, hands pressed against the weatherboard, the wood scratching at my palms, my breathing ragged as sixteen-year-old me watched Dane and Drake make out in the back seat of Drake's car.
Drake had turned eighteen three months before, and I knew they were both waiting for Dane's birthday before they left our house. My Mumma and Daddy weren't ones for turning out kids on their eighteenth birthday, but these boys were ready. They'd been adults for a long time.
They'd returned from a night out, celebrating Dane's birthday. I'd heard them roll in, the car sliding into the garage, then silence. They hadn't come barreling in, sneaking up the stairs as they normally did.
We'd celebrated earlier that day. A fancy lunch my parents had organised for Dane.
I'd helped decorate the cake. The kids had all sung happy birthday while Dane glowered—as per his usual expression.
My Mumma had showered him with kisses and hugs, getting teary when she retold the story of Dane's arrival at our house and his subsequent transformation into a man of quality.
"No boys reside in my house," my Mumma had declared. "Only men of quality."
Dane's facade had chipped just a little at her proclamation. My daddy had agreed, describing his pride in Dane, and I'd watched, entirely too aware of the way Drake draped an arm around his foster brother, giving him strength.
They'd taken the car, disappearing after the festivities. The phone had rung, a foster agency desperate for someone to help with an emergency case. My parents had packed up, springing into action. They'd left an hour ago, and I knew they wouldn't return until the early hours.
"Lock the door, Corazón," my mother had called as she'd double-checked her purse. "The fratres will be home in a few hours. Watch the bebes."
I'd stayed awake, restlessly pacing. Besides Drake and Dane, there was only me, my two younger siblings, and one foster toddler in the house.
All of whom were sleeping soundly. I'd wanted to go with the boys.
I'd wanted to sit in the backseat while they gave each other shit, teasing and laughing.
They revolved around each other, circling closer until, in my mind, it became nearly impossible to separate Drake from Dane.
They were joined, two parts of the same whole, and I loved being around them.
Curious that it had been nearly ten minutes since their arrival, I went to investigate—finding more than I bargained for.
"Yeah," Drake's groan broke the silence of the garage. "Like that."
Dane's quiet chuckle sounded low and rough. Dirtier, hotter than the rare times I'd heard it over the dinner table.
"This?" Dane asked, his voice teasing.
Drake swore in response.
"Or this?" A long, loud moan filled the garage.
I shuddered, knowing I shouldn't be here. Knowing I shouldn't be hiding in the shadows, listening to their private moment. It didn't help that I couldn't see much beyond their shadowy outline through the car's rear window. Their bodies moving, heaving, their hands hidden from my view.
"Fuck," Drake grunted. "I need to come."
"Nuh-uh. It's my birthday. Pretty sure I get to decide who comes and when." There was a slight pause. "And where."
"Fuck." I watched Drake fist his fingers in Dane's hair, pulling him down to fuse their mouths together.
They moved together now, their bodies fighting for dominance even as they enjoyed the dance. My fingers fisted in the hem of my sleep shirt, my body heavy and damp with need. Hot, sticky wet coated that secret part of me, slicking my thighs with need.
"Fuck, baby." It was Dane's turn to groan. "Yeah, fist it. Harder. Make me ache."
I wanted to see. The thought lodged itself in my brain, unable to be swayed. I wanted to see this. Them. I wanted to watch as they came.
I took one step, my bare foot carefully, silently, landing against the concrete floor.
Five more steps, that's all it would take for me to be close enough to them, close enough to see through the window as they did things my mind had only ever wondered about.
They grunted, swore, and praised each other as I stepped closer, my hands finding the cool metal of the car.
Under my hands, the car rocked, shifting from one side to the other as I lifted on tip-toe, my breath catching at the beauty before me.
Dane and Drake were fisting each other's cocks, one hand on the other's cock, the other clenched in hair or shirt. Brutally they jerked, their lips almost brutal as they gasped for more.
I'd never seen a more beautiful sight than this.
"Fuck," Drake pulled back, his head dropping onto Dane's chest, his eyes clenched tight as he came. They panted in the aftermath, their hands roaming. Dane's hips twitched as he lightly humped the air.
"Shit, sorry," Drake muttered, his hand dropping back to Dane's cock. "Your turn, birthday boy."
He jerked Dane's cock hard and fast. I watched, enthralled, my breath lightly fogging the glass. One jerk, two, three. They smashed their lips together as Dane came, his head dropping to Drake's shoulder, teeth nipping through the t-shirt into skin as he grunted through his release.
"That's it, baby," Drake encouraged. "Come all over me."
Dane collapsed against Drake's body. Their arms wrapped around each other, quiet filling the garage once again.
I tried to control my breathing. My body was flushed with need, hot desire flowing through every part of me. My breasts felt heavy, my breathing ragged.
The boys slowly drew apart.
"Come on, better check on the kids."
Shit.
I made a dash for the door. I would have made it too, if not for the broom handle. My balance was immediately thrown off, my foot flying out from under me as the handle rolled under my foot. I slipped, landing awkwardly on my side, smacking into the concrete with a hard crack.
"Belle!" They were there, hands gently turning me, faces still flushed, clothes and hair rumpled. My face flushed, mortified that I'd interrupted their moment.
"I'm fine," I muttered, pulling away from their gentle hands. "Just tripped, is all."
"Why aren't you in bed?" Drake demanded as I pushed to my feet.
I lifted one shoulder in a shrug, ignoring the shooting pain the movement caused.
"She's sixteen. It's a weekend, and only just gone two. She's being a normal fucking teenager, you idiot,” Dane said, giving Drake an eye-roll. He turned to me. “But, babe, you're gonna have to explain why you were in the garage running away from our car at this time of night."
I froze, unable to make my mouth form the words.
Drake blew out a long breath, a hand running through his hair. "You saw."
I bit my lip, the heat on my cheeks betraying any denials I may have considered uttering.
They both fell silent, watching me and then glancing at each other in silent communication.
"We're bi,” Drake finally said. "Swing both ways."
"So, you're—what?" I whispered, hugging my arms to myself.
They both chuckled. "Let's just say nothing we feel for each other is brotherly."
"We're together," Dane told me.
"Oh.” I didn't know what to say. Congratulations? Happy life? How can I be a part of your coupledom?
Dane narrowed his eyes. “You liked what you saw, babe?"
Every single part of my body froze at the question. Their gazes were on me, hot and wanting. Desire rocketed through my veins, every inch of me hyper-aware of them.
I couldn't force the words out. Couldn't work out how to tell them they were beautiful together. That they were perfect, and I wanted to be a part of that perfection.
"She liked it," Drake answered for me. "Her body wants us."
"But does her mind?" Dane asked, taking a step closer. "Do you, Belle?"
"Yes," I whispered, caught in their undertow. "I want both of you."
As one, they reached for me, pulling me to them. A mouth caught mine in a kiss, and another landed on my neck, licking and sucking.
I hadn't believed this could be real. That they could feel as passionately about me as I felt about them.
“How?” I panted. "How is this happening?"
"Babe, it was only a matter of time."
I fell into them, letting them lead. Letting them guide me.