Chapter 48
They were all sprawled on the couch, arguing. I stood on the rug where the coffee table used to be placed. The plan to bring down Bourne Pack was coming together, now it was about ironing out the small things . . . like what I was going to wear.
“She should go with the brown one.”
Brown didn’t properly describe the color. It was a deep, rich umber.
“The emerald is more eye-catching,” Elias disagreed.
I’d woken up to breakfast and a dozen dresses ordered for me this morning.
The same ones they were arguing over currently.
I stood next to the rack of gowns, wearing my panties and an oversized T-shirt, watching them snipe at each other.
Typical Pack-brother behavior, but I’d never seen them so relaxed.
It was the day of the auction, and I was all dolled up, sans clothes.
Kyan came in with a box, and when I looked inside, there were a bunch of still-wrapped hair tools and makeup. I caught Kyan’s gaze. He’d been focused on their back-and-forth the entire time. His lips twitched, and he mouthed, ‘the red one’.
They were stressing me out. I rolled my shoulders and shuffled to the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Elias called out.
“I need a second,” I snapped, running my fingers through my hair as I stormed through the house to get to the bedroom.
All the hoopla had taken up most of the day, and it was about to be show time. Those Bourne bastards were done for.
I reached my bathroom, crouched, and took another stick from the half-empty package, then grabbed my lighter. I lit it while I was still on my knees, inhaling a drag of the cigarette.
In the middle of placing the lighter back in its place, the door slammed open. I whipped around to Elias and Kyan standing at the door. Their enraged focus was on my hand.
“It’s not what it looks like?” I gave the age-old excuse a try.
Their faces turned a molten red.
Sinclair shoved between them and stormed over, snatching it from my fingers.
“Hey,” I whined.
He took a drag and exhaled. “This shit kills you,” he mused and put it out in the sink closest to him.
“Okay, kettle.”
“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you.” His nose wrinkled. “But I need to keep you healthy.”
“Puh-lease,” I scoffed.
Instead of saying anything else, he swept me into his arms, carrying me over to the bed. I pushed my dangling feet into his legs, but it didn’t sway him. He jerked forward and shoved me on the bed face-down. I grunted from the landing.
Sinclair pulled my panties down and swatted my ass. I gasped, tensing. But I didn’t have time to say anything because he shoved two fingers inside me. Moaning, I arched my spine, shoving my ass backward.
“You guys just want an excuse to be dicks,” I hissed.
“Keep talking naughty to me, sweets,” Sinclair sneered and spanked my thigh. I gasped, the hit making my sex clench down on his fingers.
I took the opportunity to push up, but his hand returned to the middle of my back, pinning me on the mattress. Grunting from the force only made me angrier. I kicked my leg out, and his fingers slid out of my sex. Fuck, a big part of me regretted the shit out of it.
I rolled onto my back, but Sinclair took quick control, though I didn’t stop writhing. It wasn’t until Kyan grabbed my arm, stretching it out that I knew I was stuck.
I peeked over at Elias, who watched, legs spread and a grin across his lips.
“I’m fucking enjoying this.” There went my plea attempt. “Make her moan again,” Elias ordered.
Sinclair stood and moved to get between my legs, but Kyan was there, shoving my knees wide. His head lowered, wet mouth wide over my clit. Lust overwhelmed my senses.
I sank my fingers into Kyan’s thick hair. For a brief second, too short to mean much, I debated pushing him away, but I didn’t want to. I ground my hips, forcing him to go harder. He moaned against my sex.
I couldn’t stop whimpering and crying out.
Sinclair lay on the bed next to me, his hand sliding under my shirt and lifting it to expose my breasts. He cupped one in his big hand, adding to the overwhelming sensation. The orgasm wracked through me, and I floated on pure bliss.
Kyan pulled up, his lips glistening with my need. And that smirk . . . I’d never seen him smile that way.
Sinclair trailed his fingers down my chest and lower to my weeping pussy. He curled his finger and touched my clit. I arched off the bed.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment?” I drawled, breathless.
“Oh, baby, we’re not done with you.” Kyan lowered as soon as he finished the sentence and speared his tongue inside me. I tried to close my legs, shying away from the sensation, but Kyan relentlessly plunged his tongue inside, devouring me.
It wasn’t long before it turned to overwhelming need.
I mewled, writhing.
Kyan lifted his head and kissed my thigh up to the crook.
“Keep going,” I gasped.
He ignored me, and Sinclair leaned over, capturing my nipple between his teeth.
Oh God!
My eyelashes fluttered. He kept nipping and licking until I was on the edge of another orgasm . . . then he pulled back.
I licked my lips and panted, meeting Sinclair’s honey-brown eyes.
“Why’d you stop?” I whimpered.
His lips curled into a smirk, and he pressed kisses above my rib cage.
Kyan lowered to my needy sex once more. He pushed me toward the edge and stopped again.
“Fucking dicks,” I hissed.
Sinclair chuckled against my ear.
That’s it. Screw their opinions. I was going to wear the black gown.