22. - Corey -
Chapter twenty-two
- Corey -
T he brisk air whipped around her, and she held on tightly to Kayden. They were racing along the highway, going faster than they had last time. Jason was ahead of them, Kayden trying to keep up while he had the extra weight of Corey on the back of his bike.
Adrenaline was thick in her blood, bleeding into her soul and pushing out the darkness. Though she felt terrified, she felt absolutely alive, the shell she’d woken up to filled with vitality and a hunger for life once again.
The twins kept pushing the pace, never slowing. Every time they turned with the road, the bike dipped dangerously low, and she had no idea what it would take for the back end to skid out. Every time, she saw her life flash before her eyes. The risk made the ride that much sweeter.
She watched Jason in front of them. Every now and then, his head shifted slightly, and she could just make out his reflection in his side mirror, looking back at her. He was otherwise focused on the road, zoned in on the ride. Both the twins handled their bikes like they were an extension of themselves. Their arms were steady, their gloved hands never faltering in their grip on the handles .
They rode until Corey’s legs ached, and still, they kept riding. She didn’t know how long it had been, the dense forest whipping by them on either side, only interrupted infrequently by small bodies of water. Corey had looked out for the river, but they must have been on a different path, because they hadn’t hit the road that snaked alongside it.
She was on the verge of completely losing feeling in her ungloved hands as they held on to Kayden, exposed to the cold air. She found the hem of his shirt sticking out from under his leather jacket and walked her fingers under the thick cotton so that her hands were flush with his skin. He didn’t even flinch as her freezing fingers dug into the hard planes of his muscles. Heat radiated from his torso, warming her instantly. She squeezed him tighter, feeling slowly coming back into her hands and leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
She could hear nothing but the muffled wind and the engine as they continued to tear through the highway. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest, like she was the one that was doing the work, not the powerful motor between her legs. She could feel every contraction of Kayden’s impressive abdominal muscles as he stabilized himself on the bike with the curvature of the road. She couldn’t keep her hands from wandering, grazing up his sides, fingering the grooves between each protruding muscle.
If he was reacting at all to her touch, she couldn’t know. He was focused on the road and their speed following behind Jason, but she was blazing for him, wanted to rip the leather jacket off and tear through the cotton so she could get her mouth to his stomach. She wanted to feel every divot she was feeling with her fingertips with her tongue instead as she licked him up and down. She hadn’t had him in her mouth yet and god, she wanted to.
She wanted to run out into the woods and let him chase her. She knew he would catch her, and she wanted him to. Could already picture the fire in his eyes as he trapped her against a tree and ripped off her clothes, pushing her to the ground and taking her hard on a soft bed of fallen pine needles, just the sound of their fucking echoing through the empty forest. And because apparently her imagination had really run away from her, Jason was there too, watching her, watching his brother pound into her from behind while she was on her hands and knees in the dirt. And she wanted him to go to her. For the twins to spit roast her from both ends. Fuck , she’d wound herself up. Fuck, fuck, fuck . She couldn’t believe Jason had somehow ended up in this primal fantasy she was having.
She knew without a doubt that Kayden would entertain a game of chase, but she had no idea what he would say if he knew she was fantasizing about his twin brother. Corey shoved the sexualized thoughts of Jason down. Yes, he had been somewhat sweet this morning, but he still treated her like garbage ninety percent of the time. She needed to remember that before she started visualizing sucking his dick again.
She felt Kayden laughing against her chest like he knew what she’d just been thinking, the vibration of the laughter rolling through her. After hours of his grip remaining steady, his left hand lifted from the motorcycle handle and clasped around her hand under his shirt. He pulled her hand off him, and just before that niggle of rejection could take root, he put her hand on his thick length. She felt him through his sweatpants, only his boxers containing his cock underneath. Kayden ran her hand along him, letting her feel just how hard he was. He pressed his groin into her as much as he could while straddling the bike, before he let her hand go and secured his to the handle again.
Corey dragged her hand along him, on the outside of his pants. She trailed her other hand under his shirt lower until she found the waistband of his sweatpants, walking her fingers under the elastic and to the waistband of his boxers until she got under that layer too. She wrapped her hand around the base of his thick cock, his skin silky under her warmed fingers. She ran her hand along his cock, which was pressed against his thigh. It could not have been comfortable for it to be contained so tightly.
She pulled at the waistbands with her free hand, using her other hand to maneuver his cock out of his pants, freeing the beast. She wrapped both hands around him, one around the base, the other around his tip. He was uncircumcised, and she pulled his foreskin down, running her thumb softly over his slit. He was leaking pre-cum, and she ran her hand over it to lubricate him, gripping him up and down with both hands in synchronized movements. Barely constrained, he rutted into her hands, wanting more friction. She tightened her grip, squeezing him. Then she kept her lower hand anchored around his base and used her other hand to jack him off, running her thumb over the head of his cock with every upstroke.
She maintained a steady pace, only just teasing him. Over Kayden’s shoulder, she could see the tip of his cock glistening in his own pre-cum. She picked up her speed slightly, allowing the fingers of her other hand to cup his balls, massaging them gently. She could feel him tense under her and she kept kneading his balls, his cock gushing in her other hand. He was so turned on, so achingly hard for her that it just incited her own need, and she rubbed her crotch against him, searching for any possible friction.
She wasn’t wearing underwear under her sweatpants, and she could feel her wetness making a mess between her thighs. She was so wet, she was worried it would soak through the light grey sweatpants.
Her hands kept working him, and she wished she could hear the sounds that he was making, but all she could hear was the noise from the bike and the wind. It was the only thing reminding her that she was still barrelling through the world at 150 kilometers per hour.
Corey picked up speed with her hand, jerking from base to head repeatedly and she squeezed his balls, pulling them away from him just slightly, running one finger along his taint. His dick twitched in her hand, becoming even harder as more blood flooded his member. She did it again, running her finger along him in time with her vigorous strokes on his cock, holding his balls captive in her other hand. Having two hands to work him from behind gave her full control—no awkward angles, just perfect alignment. She didn’t hold back, her movements more and more frantic, but no less precise, and he was almost moving his hips in time.
Throughout it all, Kayden didn’t slow the bike, kept them going behind Jason.
His cock swelled in her hands, becoming impossibly harder, and she knew that he was on the cusp of coming. She pulled his skin down from the head of his cock and finally released his balls, bringing both hands to the head and swirling her thumb on the top, pressing down as her other hand caressed the silky underside of his bare dick. She felt the heavy groan leave his chest, and she cupped him as he pumped his thick, hot come into her hand. He came hard, and she milked every last drop from him while they rode.
She was so wound up that she could almost feel his orgasm in herself, could feel the high that he was feeling. She was so feverish with desire, she wouldn’t need much to find her own release.
Just as she was wondering how she could get a hand to herself, either hers or Kayden’s, she felt the bike shift slightly and heard the click of the changing gears before Kayden accelerated. The engine roared under them as it revved up to propel them forward faster. The whole bike was shaking between her legs.
Kayden’s arm reached behind him to pull her hips towards him, arching her back so her pussy was flush with the seat. The amplified vibrations of the engine stimulated her through her sweatpants, the rough cotton pressed right to her centre. An orgasm ripped through her in seconds, and she gushed into her sweatpants, hot tingles spreading through her legs, up to her arms and then out through her fingers. Her cheeks burned as she moaned on Kayden’s shoulder, grinding into the bike and closing her eyes. The engine didn’t ease up under them as they sped along the highway, and another orgasm rolled through her in a slow shiver .
Kayden didn’t stop the bike, and she couldn’t tell if it was still her second orgasm fizzling through her or if she was coming again as she shook with the pleasure, her pussy clenching and clenching on nothing. Her arms slackened around him and she barely remembered to hold on, the pleasure turning her brain to mush. She didn’t know where her trembling body ended and where the hard metal of the bike started. They had become one shaking, trembling thing.
Only Kayden’s softening cock still in her hands kept her from sliding right off onto the road. Kayden shifted gears again so that the vibrations lessened, and he slowed the bike.
Corey put her last existing brain cell to work and put Kayden’s softened cock back into his pants, pulling the waistband of his sweatpants back up, though he was still semi-hard at the base, and she was sure with minimal coaxing, he’d be raging hard once again.
She had absolutely no idea what she should do with the handful of sticky cum she was still holding. But like he was reading her mind again, Kayden unzipped his leather jacket with one hand and pulled out a hand towel, as if he’d been prepared for this exact moment. Corey rolled her eyes, but realized she was smiling, free and uninhibited. She wiped her hands off on the towel, cleaning them both up as much as possible.
Kayden slowed the bike even more, and she realized Jason had turned off the highway and onto a dirt road clear-cut through the foliage. Kayden followed Jason down the path until it opened up into the rocky alcove of a small lake.
Jason cut his engine and got off his bike, and Kayden did the same.
Corey took her helmet off, swung one leg to the side of the bike, and took a breath before sliding down, unsure if her legs would hold her up once her feet got back to solid ground. She wobbled once, and then Kayden was there, steadying her.
As soon as she was vertical, she could feel come running down her legs.
Corey’s cheeks heated. And of course, Jason noticed, his eyes narrowing before an eyebrow ticked up.
They burned hotter, too much attention from him.
“Feeling better?” Jason smirked at her, Kayden sporting a matching expression.
She wanted to bite back at him, but she honestly was feeling better. This wasn’t usually how it went. Normally, when was having a bad day, she’d be lucky if it didn’t bleed into a bad week, wracked with flashbacks and nightmares, shutting down and shutting everyone out. Not that Brandon had validated her PTSD at all. He had told her she was a pussy and needed to get over it, that she’d escaped, hadn’t ever actually been raped, and that she had a good life—which was half true. There hadn’t been much to shut out. since he had never even tried with her. But the guilt just made it worse and enabled her self-destructive tendencies.
In contrast, Jason had made her food and coffee while Kayden had held her, and both of them had given up their day to take her for a motorcycle ride. Then there had been the multiple orgasms, courtesy of that very same motorcycle.
“Yeah, actually. Thank you,” she said sweetly, giving Jason a genuine smile.
Jason narrowed his eyes at her, surprised by her honest response, and not altogether trusting of her amiability.
“I think you broke her,” Jason said to Kayden.
Corey bit her lip to keep from laughing.
He stalked off to the edge of the rocky bluff where they’d stopped. Corey made to follow, but Kayden pulled the rag out of her hand and threw it in a garbage can, positioned beside a bench. Jason’s helmet was already on the bench, and Kayden put his and hers besides Jason’s before walking to the bluff’s edge to meet his brother.
The stone bluffs surrounded the entire permitter of the lake. The one they stood on was a far cry from the highest around the lake, but as she looked over the ledge, they were at least twenty meters up. The water was like blue topaz below them, even with the reflection of the overcast sky.
“Are we going for a swim?” Jason asked Kayden.
“Of course.”
The guys kicked off their boots and threw their leather jackets and weapons holsters over the bench, whipping off their long sleeves and sweatpants. The brisk air had the hairs on their arms standing up and their nipples peaking. Their muscles rippled under their skin as they turned to Corey, their brawny bodies on display like an ancient sculptor had expertly cut them from marble.
Kayden looked at Corey expectantly.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” She gestured to her outfit.
“When has that ever stopped you?” Jason mocked.
She looked at Kayden, silently trying to convey that it wasn’t her nudity that would be the problem, but her own come from two or possibly three orgasms coating her legs.
Kayden smirked at her, and she gritted her teeth.
“What’s the problem, Little Fox?” He stalked back to her, taking the leather jacket off her shoulders and placing it with theirs on the bench.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” she repeated between her teeth, just for him to hear, though Jason was still watching them. She could see the lightbulb moment when Kayden realized what she was insinuating, and his lip curled up in a bigger grin.
“Embarrassed of the mess I made of you?” he asked, getting down on his bare knees in the rubble before her, his defined quads straining with the movement.
He yanked her sweatpants down around her ankles.
She wobbled, putting her hands on the cushion of his shoulder muscles to steady herself. When she was naked from the waist down, he brought his nose to the apex of her thighs, breathing in deeply, a satisfied hum escaping him on the exhale. She was only half watching the man on his knees before her, her attention split between him and Jason, who was looking at her with laser focus, his arms crossed over his naked chest, jaw tense, the trees in the background looming with him.
Before she even registered his movements, Kayden’s tongue was between her legs, lapping her up and licking her legs clean. His tongue ran over his own lips when he was done with her. Jason’s nostrils flared and his eyes burned.
“Perfect,” Kayden whispered, drawing Corey’s attention back to him.
Corey took a breath, steeling herself. She pulled her sweatshirt off and flung it to the bench, lifting her chin and standing tall, trying to take some power back after being so thoroughly ravaged. She looked down her nose at Kayden still kneeling in the dirt, and she pursed her lips.
“Get up,” she said to him.
Kayden stood, eyes dancing, and he was right at the ledge of the rocky outcrop.
She spread her hands out on his impressive chest, running a thumb along the line of his pec, caressing him. Then a wicked smile curved her lips, and she pushed him. Right off the ledge.
His eyes were wide for a fraction of a second as he tumbled over, before a manic laugh escaped him. He was falling and laughing, and then he splashed into the lake. It was several long moments before his head bobbed out of the water.
Corey didn’t look at Jason before taking one powerful step to the edge of the rock and launching herself from it too. A scream ripped out of her as she plummeted towards the water. A scream, not in fear, but of exhilaration, of unadulterated joy.
Too quickly, the descent was over. She broke the water.
It was ice, and it stole her breath away. She felt more than heard the splash of Jason’s body dropping into the lake next to her, disrupted water rippling around her.
The water was so cold that it felt gelatinous. The freezing penetrated her to her very bones, and she could barely get her limbs to move. They were so heavy under the pressure of the cold. But she propelled herself up, her head breaching the surface, and she gulped back breaths. Her brain wanted to panic in the cold, but she was laughing too hard to let it, treading water.
She took another breath and submerged herself in the icy depths once again. She felt alive. So fucking alive. She stayed under for as long as she could before her lungs were crying for air. Tipping her head back underwater, she looked up at the water’s surface, shimmering silver with the reflection of the gloom.
She propelled herself up again.
Again, she panted for air at the surface.
She caught the bright eyes of the twins, both sets as deeply green as the coniferous forest around them, burning against the topaz water. Both of them looked just as alive as she felt, the exhaustion seemingly wiped from Jason’s soul by the vigour of the plunge.
She let herself float on her back, controlling her breathing, looking up to the sky and the clouds high above her, the bluffs and the trees surrounding them. It occurred to her only then that she had no idea how the fuck they would get out of the lake and back up to the bikes. She had assumed the guys were going to jump when they’d stripped their clothes off at the break in the treeline. She scanned the bluffs for a lower outcrop, one she’d be able to climb up, but there wasn’t one. The break in the treeline they’d jump from was the lowest bluff nearby. Did they expect her to climb? She was athletic, sure, but she couldn’t rock climb out of a grotto like some spider monkey.
She righted herself in the water as panic threatened at her edges, her body almost numb from the cold.
“How do we get out of here?” she gasped.
The worry must have shown in her eyes, because Kayden answered immediately, and with only a little teasing. “There’s a steel cable running to the lake and iron rungs fixed to the rock face. Maybe you should have inquired if there was a way out before pushing me over and jumping after me.”
Corey let a breath out. “I figured you two wouldn’t be stupid enough to jump without a proper exit plan. Although, I’m sure you guys are very capable rock climbers with all that muscle.”
“You like our muscles?” Kayden said, his mouth just above the water.
Corey rolled her eyes and searched the bluff face for the cable, swimming over when she spotted it. She needed to get out before her hands locked up and she was stuck.
The cool air was sharp against her freezing skin as she hoisted herself out of the water. Her feet found purchase on the metal, the cold biting into her. She started her ascent, focusing on her movements, on getting some warmth back into her limbs so that she wouldn’t accidentally fall back into the lake. The twins waited below her, watching as she climbed, straining to pull herself up. It was hard work, even with the iron rungs for her feet. She hadn’t used her arms for much besides lifting kegs and boxes. Maybe she should start working out like the guys did.
Halfway up, Corey stopped climbing, looking out into the open air around her. How beautiful it was, to be naked in nature like this—like her ancestors must have been, enjoying time between hunting and gathering. The lake sparkled below her, almost like it was inviting her for another dip. But her nipples were rigid from the cold, her breasts hard and lifted. She could barely feel her toes. She looked up again to the ridge lip, and she kept climbing.
She got herself to the top, and pulled herself over, laying flat and naked in the grass and rubble there. Her breathing was heavy. The effort of the climb had warmed her up, but only a bit. Her body hair was standing on edge, her fleshed pebbled in goosebumps. She shivered as a breeze swept over her .
Corey stood up and wrung out her sopping hair. Then she went to the bench and got her sweatpants and sweatshirt on, keeping her hands in the sleeves to warm them up. She put on the leather jacket and hat to help insulate her body heat.
It took a moment for Corey to even register that there were four guns and a knife sitting unguarded on the bench. She didn’t think about taking the guns. Didn’t think about waiting at the ledge for the twins to come up. Didn’t think about shooting them one at a time, letting their bodies fall back into the lake below. The keys for the bikes were likely in their jacket pockets, which were also on the bench. Not that she even knew how to ride a motorcycle. She wondered why she wasn’t thinking about this—why she wasn’t devising a plan to run to the highway and hitchhike back to the city.
She was still staring at the weapons on the bench when, one after another, the twins pulled themselves up over the ridge of the bluff. And then she was staring at them, dripping wet with their matching dog tags glinting. And an entirely different reason for running formed in her mind, her fantasy from earlier on the bike coming back to her. If she ran into the woods, Kayden would chase her. If she ran, Kayden would catch her. And when he did, he would take her. If she was lucky, Jason would be there to watch. If she was really lucky, maybe he would even join in.
Fuck . She was so totally fucked if this was where her mind had gone.
“You’re shaking,” Kayden said, approaching her by the bench. He touched her mouth. “Your lips are purple. You must be freezing.”
She felt it then, the full-body shivers she hadn’t noticed.
“Well, the lake was fucking cold,” her teeth chattering as she spoke.
“I can’t believe you jumped,” Kayden said.
Jason cocked an eyebrow. “I very much believe she jumped.” He pulled his sweatpants on and added, “I just can’t believe she screamed.”
Kayden laughed. “Very true. Not one to back down from a challenge, are you, Little Fox?”
Corey shrugged. “I’m just competitive. ”
“We know,” Jason said, shaking his head. She could have sworn he was suppressing a smile.
When both guys had finished dressing, Jason produced a pack of tobacco from his leather coat and sat on the ledge with his legs dangling as he rolled a cigarette. He lit up his smoke as Corey plopped herself down beside him.
He cut her a sharp look, pulling the nicotine deep into his lungs before releasing it through his nose, the smoke spiraling up in front of his face, dancing as it rose. She held his eyes. Then she lifted her hand up and reached out, taking the cigarette from between his lips. He watched her bring it to her own mouth and take a drag, letting her head fall back as she exhaled, the smoke from her lungs mingling with the remains of his. She looked at him from the side of her eye, taking another drag. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her face.
She smirked, breathing out and bringing the cigarette from her lips back to his. His hand came up to take it from her, not touching her skin—his eyes slightly narrowed, like he was wondering what she was playing at.
“You’re a smoker?” he asked her, after they’d passed the cigarette back and forth, drag for drag. He could have easily given her a fresh one. She noted the fact that he hadn’t, that he was sharing this with her.
“No. Sometimes,” she amended. “Usually only on a late bar shift, just for an excuse to take a break, go out back and get some fresh air. There was always someone willing to offer one up. I used to bartend.”
“I know,” said Jason, finally looking away. He tapped the cigarette on a rock near him to ash it, and then passed it back to her. His long fingers held it so delicately between them as she accepted the smoke from him.
“Right. Sometimes I forget you have my entire life in a little folder somewhere.”
“It would do you well not to forget that.”
Corey wasn’t sure if that was a threat, a warning, or simply a fact.
“Obviously, it didn’t have casual smoker and avid runner in there. Seems like all the fun parts of me are missing from the records. ”
A faint smile from him, as she blew out more smoke.
“Did you sleep better after you left the couch?” she asked.
“Fine,” he answered, that smile vanishing.
“Not me,” she said, trying to bridge the gap once again.
He just hummed noncommittally.
“I was sleeping fine until you woke me up.” She took another drag of the cigarette and then held it out to him. He took it. It was almost at its end. God knew what Kayden was doing to entertain himself while Corey tried to worm her way inside Jason. At least the cigarette was warming her up a bit.
Again, Jason didn’t respond.
“How often do you have night terrors?” A direct question this time.
“Leave it.”
After a beat, she decided to push anyway. “What was it about?”
Jason’s eyes shuttered. The little warmth they’d held earlier cooled, becoming as icy as the lake had been. He pressed the butt of the cigarette out, killing the embers, and made to stand up.
“Jason.” His name was a plea as she looked up at him. Just let me in , she thought. She was trying .
“Don’t bother, Corey.” He stalked off, grabbing his helmet and putting it on. When she turned to follow Jason’s retreat, Kayden was perched against his bike, watching them. Had he been watching their entire interaction? Probably. What else would he be doing?
Corey got up, trying to gauge his expression. There was no anger in it—curiosity maybe.
She put her own helmet on and got back on the bike with Kayden, shivering even under her layers and bracing for the wind. She didn’t think the ride home was going to go quite like the ride here, but she felt lighter anyway.