Chapter 17
HARLOW
"What the hell were you thinking?" Jules grabbed my arm as we stepped into Angel's Rest. "You and Cass." He glared at his brother. "Why did you agree to meet with him while I was out of town?"
"It wouldn't have happened if you were here," Cass said without flinching.
"Bullshit," Jules snarled, pressing us both in the direction of the kitchen.
"If we told you what was going on, you would have insisted we not meet with him," I said. "We didn't want to go behind your back, but we were right to do what we did. We were never in any danger."
"You don't know that. You were convinced he was Zeus." He crowded me against the countertop. His hands on either side of me. Nose half an inch from mine. "Now you're convinced he's not?
"He's not Zeus," Cass said. He was clearly desperate for his brother to believe that too.
"He's still Forrest Cross," Jules said. "It doesn't change who he is. Or the way he's treated us all our lives."
"He wasn't so bad," Cass argued. "He sent presents. We never got them."
"So he says." Jules smirked. "Did it cross your mind he might be full of shit?"
"That's something you need to work out between yourselves," I said. "I believe him when he says he's on our side."
"What if he's not?" Jules demanded.
"Right now, he's outnumbered," I pointed out. If he was going to pull anything, he'd be dealt with.
Forrest sat in the seating area of the restaurant with Boner and Archer. Boner was talking about something, I couldn't quite make out what. Whatever it was, every so often Forrest would chuckle.
"They seem to be getting along," I said.
"Boner gets along with everyone," Jules groused.
"He's also ready in case Forrest tries anything," I said.
Including checking under the table for any suspicious looking gas canisters. Honestly, especially checking under the table. Once bitten, twice shy and all that.
"None of this changes the fact you went behind my back," Jules snarled. "I can be difficult, you think I don't know? But you shouldn't have done that. If you ever do that again, I will whip your ass. Both of you."
He was angrier than I'd ever seen him, but the front of his jeans were also heavily tented, his cock straining to escape. He was furious, but aroused as hell. A cannon needing a direction to fire, to obliterate everything in its path. To destroy until his anger was burnt out.
He glanced over toward Cass.
Cass snorted. "You won't—"
Jules tilted his upper body, looming in the direction of his brother. "The hell I fucking won't," he growled.
Cass' face turned pink. "If you think you're going to…"
"Fucking right, I am," Jules said. "Get on your fucking knees and make our whore come with your mouth."
I was immediately wet. Even with the thought of their father on the other side of the wall, I wanted to feel Cass' tongue on me.
Dare I say, especially with him there? I wasn't attracted to Forrest Cross, but the possibility of being caught? That was compelling as hell. I felt like a teenager sneaking around behind a parent's back.
Cass knelt in front of me and pulled down my leggings and panties, parting my legs so he could press his face between them.
"Show me your tits," Jules said.
With even less hesitation than Cass, I tugged down at the front of my tank top and bra, exposing my already stiffened nipples. The cooler air made them harder still. They were sensitive points, aching to be touched.
"Such a fucking slut," he muttered, admiring the view.
He grabbed a washcloth from the counter and stuffed it into my mouth, muffling my groans so his father and my other boyfriends couldn't hear.
I pressed my hands on the cabinet behind me, grinding my pussy against Cass' mouth. Wanting, needing more. He gave me more.
Cass pressed his fingers into me, fucking me with his hand and his tongue. Relentless. Devouring me like he was as hungry for this as I was.
"Come for him," Jules insisted. "Make his face nice and wet."
I did exactly that. Coming so hard a gush of liquid rushed from me, coating Cass' cheeks and dripping down his chin.
"Our whore needs your cock," Jules said, not giving Cass a chance to wipe his face dry before he was ordering him to his feet. Cass undid his jeans, pushing them down to let them bunch around his knees. His cock sprang free.
He turned me around and pressed my hands against the fridge, bending me and spreading my legs. His hands on my hips, he shoved himself inside me in a single stroke, all the way to his balls.
"Such a needy little fucktoy," Jules said, leaning to pinch my nipples.
I let out a muffled cry. The washcloth kept most of it contained.
Jules continued to squeeze and pinch while Cass pounded in and out of me, his fingers digging into my skin. Hard enough to leave bruises and hurt to perfection.
"Come inside her," Jules ordered. "Fill our slut up with your cum." Cass managed to stifle a groan as he stilled. His breath ragged, his orgasm filling me up like his brother told him to.
"You're going to take me now," Jules said, only waiting long enough for Cass to pull out of me before he turned me around, pressed my back against the fridge, and shoved my panties and leggings off one foot.
He hooked a hand around my knee and pulled it up, opening me out to him. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of me before he slammed into me. His cock disappeared into my pussy, wet with his brother's release.
"Your pussy is made to be fucked," he whispered, holding me in place with one hand. He kneaded my breast with the other, pinching my skin and my nipples until my eyes started to water, then pinching them harder.
Loving the attention on my nipples, my whole body shuddered and I shattered again, coming even harder around his cock.
Approximately infinity universes were born and died.
Appearing, then breaking apart in a blaze of light and darkness.
Darkness and light. Bliss and pleasure. The moment lasting too long but not long enough.
"Fucking hell," he grunted. "Fuck, fuck." And then he was coming too, adding his cum to Cass'. Filling me to the brim.
He moaned, thrusting a few more times, getting every tiny bit of pleasure he could, everything until there was none left.
He clung to me while we slowly drifted back down to earth.
Panting softly, he slid out of me and tucked his cock back into his jeans. His hands were shaking, making him miss a couple of times before he got it back in and zipped them up.
"You're going to make us some food," he said.
"While you're cooking, our cum is going to be trickling out of you.
When you're serving food to us and our father, you're going to be wet between your legs.
Every step you take, you're going to remember the whore you are.
You opened your legs for us. You're going to feel it for the next hour or two.
If you're lucky, we might let you wash it away later. "
I swallowed and nodded. My panties were going to be drenched as hell, but I liked the idea of walking around with their release on the insides of my thighs. I'd opened my legs to them because I wanted this. All of this and more. These men really were going to spoil me.
"Cute that you're agreeing, because I'm not giving you a choice." Jules grabbed the corner of the washcloth and eased it out from between my lips before tossing it aside.
I swallowed a couple of times, trying to get saliva back into my mouth.
"I better start cooking then," I said.
The restaurant was empty, still being closed for the day, but I had everything I needed to rustle up something quick, with no dubious meat from Zeus or any other predator.
"I'll help." Cass was tucking himself back into his own pants, his face still flushed. Every so often, his gaze went to the seating area, hoping like hell his father didn't hear anything.
I didn't think he had. Boner was still telling his story, and we'd been quiet. Hadn't we?
The minute we stepped out, they'd see our flushed faces, but that was okay, not to mention unavoidable.
In the end, did it really matter? We were all consenting adults here. If Forrest didn't like it, he could always leave.
"I can cut some vegetables and shit," Jules said with a shrug. "Not actual shit."
I grinned. "That's good because I don't serve that here." Not even the coffee that was filtered through cat shit. I'd heard good things about it, but couldn't bring myself to try. Hypocritical, I know, but as I've said before, a girl has to have boundaries.
Jules gave me a look like I might be out of my mind. That just made me grin bigger. It really was too easy to get him going sometimes.
I got them both to work, slicing and dicing while I made a quick sauce and some pasta.
Twenty minutes later we carried bowls out to the table, handed them out and placed a salad in the middle for everyone to help themselves.
They all gave us a knowing look. Clearly, they hadn't missed what went on in the kitchen.
My face heated, but I slid into a chair between Boner and Archer and pretended nothing was amiss.
"Smells as good as always, love," Boner said, sniffing the air just above his bowl. "I don't know how you do it."
"Practice and fresh ingredients," I said, as Jules shoved a mouthful of spaghetti into his mouth.
He almost choked on it, coughing a few times while pressing a hand to his lips to keep from spitting all over the table.
I smiled innocently.
He glared.
"Those tomatoes come from a rooftop garden a couple of blocks over," I said. "The herbs too. The egg from the pasta is locally sourced as well."
I looked at Jules as if to say 'what else was I suggesting?'
He rolled his eyes.
"The meat came from further afield," I said.
"Good," Cass muttered.
Forrest regarded us like he was trying to figure out what he was missing, but decided it was better not to ask. Just as well. That was one secret he wasn't going to get from us.
Evidently, he'd turned a blind eye to my activities, but there had to be a limit to what a judge could tolerate, right? If he knew about my disposal techniques, that might be too far over that line.
Since I didn't want to end up in prison, it was better to change the subject.
"So, about Zeus…”