Chapter 9
NINE
JESSICA
It’s time to leave. The sun has set and it’s dark outside. Summer must be wondering where I am, and to make matters worse, I haven’t visited Mom again today. That’s the second time I’ve forgotten to go. I can’t afford any distractions.
“Kane,” I whisper. “I need to go home.”
With his arms around me as he games, he says, “No.”
That’s it, just no. But the word drips with authority. I blink at him, dumbfounded, then try to stand up.
“Sit,” he orders, barely glancing at me. I freeze because that word is heavy with command. “Sit your pretty ass down, or I’ll spank you raw in front of my friends.”
Chuckles reach us and my cheeks flush, but before I can argue, Kane’s identical twin enters the room.
“I’d listen to him,” Cash says and throws himself onto the nearest armchair with an easy grin. It’s eerie how alike he is to Kane. The only thing that sets them apart is the eyes. Kane’s are more guarded, while Cash looks haunted despite the smile.
My butt presses against Kane’s thighs again. He hands the remote to Maverick and leans back, shifting my hair from my shoulder.
His fingers find my neck, massaging the knots in the muscles there. The tension melts away under the slow, steady pressure of his touch. I soon relax, my eyes closing as a breathy moan escapes from my lips.
Kane’s fingers falter briefly before continuing. His touch is nothing short of magical. If he keeps this up, I’ll turn to JELL-O in no time.
When I open my eyes again, a storm of blue awaits me. Cash has his foot propped on the coffee table and his elbows on the armrests. He looks relaxed and at ease watching us, but then his brows sink over his eyes, and I feel a blush creep into my cheeks.
Kane straightens behind me, the heat of his chest pressed against my back, his lips near my ear. “You better not make a sound,” he warns, voice scratchy and raw. “If you moan, I’ll have to punish you. Understood?”
Before I can make sense of his words, he slips a large hand under my hoodie and bra to pinch my nipple. A yip escapes me as he rolls it between his fingers. “What did I just say, naughty girl? Not a sound.”
“What are you doing? We can’t—” I whisper back. Is he crazy? His friends are right there. His brother is watching.
Kane pinches again, harder, and the sharp pain sends a thrill through my veins. He’s staking a claim, but why? Why does he care if his friends know I’m his? I’d lie if I said it didn’t excite me to know I bring out this possessive side of him.
His fingers tug on my sensitive nipple, and then, “Stay the night.”
The question catches me off guard. He wants me to stay? Really?
A flush of heat sinks lower in my belly at the whisper of his breath on my ear. “I have to get home,” I answer, melting into him.
He rolls my nipple, his dick hard against my ass. “I’ll drive you home in the morning.”
I’ll admit that he makes a very compelling case, especially when he unbuttons my jeans and slips his hand into my panties. “Stay the night,” he repeats, circling my clit before sliding inside me.
Game over.
Blazing heat sinks into my pussy, and my eyes meet Cash’s as he holds my gaze steady.
I don’t know what to think of that look.
He seems bored, but underneath the apathy is something else.
Something that makes me throb with need.
He’s a mirror image of Kane, yet also not, and it’s messing with my head.
Are you looking at my brother?” Kane’s lips brush my ear, the whisper stealing my breath.
“N-no,” I lie as he massages my inner walls, fingers curled to hit that magic spot. I’m seconds away from combusting. It shouldn’t be this easy to make me come, but Kane knows exactly what he’s doing with those skilled fingers.
The game keeps his friends distracted, but not Cash. He watches us. There’s a noticeable bulge at his crotch, and I can’t stop myself from staring. He’s big like his twin. I wonder if he’s just as big?
“Such a filthy little liar.”
There’s a husky edge to Kane’s voice, thick with lust and barely restrained control. One wrong move on my part and he’ll snap. I glance at Maverick and Noah, but they’re still focused on the game, oblivious to what’s happening behind them.
Kane thrusts in a third finger, stretching me so fully and suddenly that I almost moan.
There must be something wrong with me, because even though I shouldn’t enjoy this, knowing his brother is watching only makes me more aroused than I thought possible.
Part of me craves more, while another part is terrified by how much I might like it if Kane shared me.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
His lips skim the sensitive spot below my ear, and my pussy pulses with need.
“Tight and wet,” he whispers, “and all fucking mine.”
Slipping his slick hand from my panties, he sucks his fingers clean while Cash readjusts his impressive erection. I don’t know what’s worse: the aching throb between my legs, the heat burning my cheeks, or the fact that I’m seconds from begging him to finish me off.
Friends be damned.
It’s time to leave before they notice how painfully aroused I am, or before I make an even bigger fool of myself.
I stand on shaky legs, discreetly tugging my hoodie down to hide my unbuttoned crotch and the glimpse of panties peeking out.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
Behind me, I feel Kane’s gaze burn into my back before a voice answers, “Down the hall to the right.”
It’s Cash who speaks, his blue eyes steady on mine, one hand resting on his erection. I swallow hard, resisting the urge to look back at Kane as I hurry around the coffee table.
Cash still has his foot propped on the edge, and for a moment he leaves it there when I try to pass. I wonder if he’ll let me go. Then he drops it to the floor with a smirk, and I slip past, eager to escape.
I’m almost free when Kane’s low, rumbling voice stops me in my tracks. “Don’t try to run, little rabbit.”
“I won’t.” A bald-faced lie. At the first chance I get, I’m bolting for the hills.
Shit. The window is too high for me to reach without a chair or something to stand on.
With the tap running to make it seem like I’m in the bathroom for legit reasons, I weigh my options. I could escape and contact my brother. He’ll pick me up. I know he will.
But I’ll also have a lot of unwanted questions to answer. No, thank you. There has to be a better way out of here. What about Jackson? He’s a good sport, but he’d rat me out the minute we got back to the Falls. His loyalties lie solely with my brother.
Fuck it. I’ll figure out how to get home after I get out of here.
Once I’ve turned off the tap, I gently open the door. The large hallway is empty. No one is around. Thank God. I almost thought Kane would be waiting, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed like my own personal bodyguard.
Sneaking outside, I am careful not to make a sound on the gleaming marble floor as I hurry down the hall in the opposite direction I came from.
No one stops me, and I realize as I turn the corner how silly this is. Here I am, sneaking through Kane’s mansion like a ninja when I could just walk out the door. What’s he gonna do? Lock me in his tower and throw away the key?
A shiver trickles down my spine. Let’s be honest for a second. There’s no telling what Kane would do. His family is above the law. And if he wants something, he can just take it. So who’s to stop him? No one, especially not my family from the poor side of town.
All thoughts flee my mind as I’m yanked by my hoodie and slammed against the nearest wall. A heavy weight presses down on me, and Kane’s voice carries a dark tone when he says, “Where do you think you’re going, little rabbit?”
Fear paralyzes me. Fear and something hotter, which trickles between my legs and dampens my panties. “Nowhere,” I reply, struggling to draw a full breath because of his weight pressing against my back.
“Doesn’t look like nowhere. Are you lost?” Kane spins me around. He’s so handsome, all ruffled dark hair and a deep frown.
“Kane—”
The words die on my lips when he drops his hand to my hip and presses his forearm against the wall behind me.
My brows knit because something feels off, but before I can analyze that thought, he lets go of my hip and strokes his fingers along my jaw. The gentle touch stirs my arousal, and I squirm as he tilts my chin and leans in to kiss me.
“No.” I push against his chest. This feels wrong.
Kane grips my jaw and digs his rough fingers into my skin, holding my face in place. I push against his solid chest, but he’s like a brick that won’t budge.
My eyes linger on his mouth before daring to look higher. If I weren’t so stunned, I’d knee him in the balls, but I’m frozen in place.
His lips are close enough for his heated breath to fan my plush flesh.
“Ask me to kiss you,” he whispers as our eyes meet.
I try to shake my head. My gut screams at me to stop this.
He studies me, his grip tightening as if he can drag the truth out of me. “Why not?”
“Because,” I start, wetting my lips, heart kicking hard in my chest, “you’re not him.”
The truth hits me like a freight train. It’s not Kane.
His lips twitch slightly to the side. The smile is brief, there and gone in a heartbeat.
A different voice booms through the hallway. “Get the fuck off her!”
In the next second, Kane rips Cash away, and that’s when I realize they’re wearing identical shirts. They weren’t before, so Cash must have taken the chance to test me. But why?
Kane’s fist flies. The hard smack of knuckles against cheekbone sends nausea swirling in my gut. Cash crashes into the wall, letting out a belly laugh before ducking out of the way at the last second when Kane comes for him again. A tussle ensues while I stand off to the side, out of harm’s way.