Chapter 34
Islipped a diamond stud earring into my earlobe, securing the back, then reaching down to slide my feet into a pair of navy pointed stiletto heels.
In a surprise to no one, I was being dragged to another Cape Canyon social event by my mother. This one was a family affair, all of us required to attend in our finery. I’d given up trying to keep track of what charitable cause it was for this time. All of it was an excuse to party for the young people and a chance to schmooze each other with their wealth for the older crowd.
A knock sounded on my door, and I stilled, tipping my head back at the ceiling and sighing. It was going to be my mother popping in for her usual pre-event outfit perusal. If I didn’t meet her standards, I’d be forced to change my dress or fix my face or select better shoes.
“Come in,” I called, my voice flat.
The door opened and Dacre appeared, looking like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine in his tux. God, I wanted to strip him down and do very, very dirty things to him.
“You sound like you’re headed to a funeral,” he said with a smirk.
“I thought you were my mother.”
He stepped into the room, followed by Sin and Pres.
“I’m insulted,” Sin said, gaze running over me in that intense way of his. It made my cheeks heat.
Pres strolled over, pecking me on my heated cheek and giving me a look that said he knew exactly what had caused it.
“What have I done to be blessed by your collective hotness in my bedroom?” I asked, collecting the small purse from my desk and dropping my phone, lip gloss, and keys into it.
Dacre leaned a shoulder against the wall. “We have a gift for you.”
Pres produced a discreet rectangle box from behind his back, handing it over.
“If it’s the severed head of my enemy, I’ll swoon.”
Dacre chuckled. “So morbid, Bambi.”
I grinned. “Let’s be real, only Sinclair would be dark enough to gift me that.”
He let out a laugh from where he’d settled on the end of the bed. “Just open it.”
I flipped the lid on the box and found a small velvet drawstring bag inside. I glanced at each of them as I opened it and a hot pink sex toy fell into the palm of my hand.
“It’s to go under your dress,” Dacre said, hooded gaze heating.
“You want me to wear it tonight?”
All three of them gave me a nod and a thrill ran through me.
“This is the remote,” Presley held up a small white control with matching hot pink buttons.
“There’s a… wow,” was all I could manage.
I strolled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The toy was shaped like an almond the size of my palm, with a small rubber strap connected to each side so I could attach it to my panties and it wouldn’t fall off. It had a small, ribbed suction hole that sat over my clit, with a vibrating dome at the other that sat right at my entrance.
Once it was in place inside my lavender lace underwear, I made my way back into the room.
“Can you see it?” I stood in front of my desk and did a twirl.
“No,” Sinclair said from the bed, eyes trained on my ass.
The toy vibrated to life between my legs, and I sucked in a breath at the pleasure suddenly pulsing through me. I gripped the desk behind me, trying to ride the waves.
“Stop,” I said, breathlessly.
Presley chuckled, hitting a button on the remote and halting the sensations in my core. I shot him a hard look.
“We had to make sure it works, Sass.” His face was a picture of innocence.
And I thought this night was going to be boring. Not a chance now.
The ride to the event was filled with awkward silence. The four us were piled in the back of a limo with my mother and Byron. We’d been relegated to the far end, my mother and Byron taking the standard seats by the doors.
“How’s business, Sinclair?” Byron asked, attention trained on his oldest son.
Sinclair replied, and the moment he did, the toy whirred to life. The vibrating between my legs made my knees snap together, and I squirmed in my seat.
“Dempsey, what on earth are you doing?” my mother sniped. “Stop the silly dance moves and sit like a lady.”
The toy cut out and I stilled.
I ground my teeth. “Yes, Mother.”
When I glanced at Dacre, Presley, and Sinclair in turn, each of them was fighting a smile.
Dacre had the remote at the house, but that didn’t mean he had it now. He easily could have palmed it off to Pres or Sin when we climbed in the car.
Five minutes later, thankfully without another vibration, we arrived at the event.
Rushing along the red carpet where the Aston names were called incessantly by photographers, the four of us headed for the bar.
“I never would have agreed to wear this thing if I knew you three were going to torture me with it.”
Sinclair handed me a glass of chilled champagne. “That’s entirely the point.”
Dacre and Pres swapped amused smiles and the toy pulsed between my legs.
My hand shot out to grip Presley’s arm. “Oh my god, stop it.”
“She never says that when it’s us getting her off,” Pres said, keeping his amused voice low.
The toy died off and I stood tall.
“I hate this already.”
Dacre raised a brow. “You won’t be hating it when you’re finally allowed to come.”
The promise in his words had my thighs clenching.
Arena made her way through the crowd and my stepbrothers excused themselves to give us some girl time.
“Try not to scream when it feels good,” Sinclair said in my ear as he passed, the toy vibrating between my legs on a whole new level.
I let out a small cry of surprise and pleasure, and Sinclair smirked and walked away. The remote flashed in his hand as he slid it into his pocket and I wanted to call after him, but I knew better than to draw attention.
The vibrating died off, just as Arena reached me.
“My god, girl, you look insane!” Her gaze ran over my dress, then she peered at my face. “What’s going on with you lately? You’re glowing.” Her eyes narrowed. “Are you getting laid and not regaling me with the dirty details like I do for you?”
I’m only boning my three disgustingly attractive stepbrothers every chance I get.
I laughed. “No, nothing like that.”
“You better tell me the minute you get it on with anyone other than three-pump Trent.” She took my hand, towing me through the crowd. “There’s a crew from Triple C on the terrace.”
The next hour passed in a blur of drinks, with me living on the edge wondering who had the remote to set off my panties any moment and if they would.
It went off when I was mid-conversation with a guy from one of my classes, making me lose my train of thought mid-sentence and squirming in my seat. When I’d looked around, Dacre inclined his head at me from where he stood across the terrace talking to a guy with a shaved head. There was a possessive gleam in Dacre’s eye when he looked from me to the guy I’d been talking to.
It had happened again, right as I was accepting a fresh glass of champagne from a waiter. The surprise vibration made me flinch, and I spilled it all down the front of the waiter’s uniform. That little gift had been from Presley.
Sinclair had waited until I was on the dance floor with one of Byron’s work associates. The guy was younger, maybe a year older than Sin. But he wasn’t my type at all, talking endlessly about how good he was at his job and how much money he made. None of that mattered to Sinclair though, he raised his glass in my direction and turned the toy up a level, the sensation causing my spine to stiffen and my knees to almost buckle.
I’d excused myself as soon as I’d regained control of my limbs.
I was walking back from the restroom after freshening my lip gloss when my mother called my name.
“Dempsey, sweetheart, come over and let me introduce you to some people,” my mother called, holding an arm out with a tight smile that left no room for argument from me.
I moved to her side, the toy in my panties ominously still. I had no idea who had the remote now, though I knew beyond a doubt that they were waiting for the most inopportune time to torture me.
Eyeing the group, I inwardly cringed at the sight of Byron at my mother’s side, Presley beside him. A man and woman I didn’t know came next, then Sinclair on my left.
One glance at Presley biting down on his smile and his hand in his pocket and it was suddenly clear exactly who had the remote now.
I widened my eyes at him in warning. Not here, not now.
Not when my mother and Byron were standing between us with another couple.
“Darling, I was just telling Mr. and Mrs. Covington how much you’re excelling on the Triple C swim team,” my mother beamed at me with pride. Faux pride. She wasn’t actually proud of me, only proud that I was living up to her expectations of me.
I dipped my head politely. “The credit goes to the excellent program Triple C provides and our fabulous coach.”
Byron puffed his chest and raised his glass in my direction at the compliment. Triple C was his passion project and he loved to see it paying off.
“Do you have to train often, dear?” the woman across from me asked.
“Yes, we train tw—” I cried out at the sensation flooding between my legs, startling the group.
Presley took a sip from his glass to cover the devilish smile on his face.
I was going to kill him.
The toy buzzed again between my legs, harder this time, and I let out a small sound that was half cry, half moan.
“Goodness, are you okay?” the woman’s husband asked, everyone peering at me with concern.
I forced out a smile, clenching every muscle in my body to fend off the waves of sensation rolling through me. “Yes, I’m—” The toy buzzed again, and I cried out, the vibration not letting up this time. “Cramps,” I bit out, clutching my stomach to sell the lie.
My mother gripped my arm, right as Presley upped the speed on the vibrator, and I bent over, gripping my middle to hide the way my eyes were rolling back into my head.
I was so wet and moments away from coming.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, the vibrating stopped, and my muscles unclenched.
This was the worst gift I’d ever been given.
I stood tall, panting hard. “I’m so sorry…” I said to the four confused expressions I was met with. What else could I say? To them, I must have seemed crazy.
Presley was working harder than ever to cover his grin. Sinclair hadn’t so much as flinched, just sipped from his glass like it was totally normal for his stepsister to double over dramatically in the middle of a fancy party.
“Take your sister somewhere to sit down, Sinclair,” Byron ordered, brow pinched with concern.
“Stepsister,” Sinclair corrected, discarding his glass on a high table behind him.
He took my arm, strong fingers brushing my skin, and motioned me towards a corridor nearby.
“I’m so sorry,” I said again, just as Presley set the toy into high gear.
My knees gave out, and Sinclair caught me before they buckled completely. I glared daggers at Presley over my shoulder, but he only upped it again, and I had to turn around before my mother witnessed my eyes rolling shut at the waves of pleasure consuming me.
Silently, Sinclair guided me down a long hallway all the way to the end.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle my cries of pleasure the entire way. This thing was in overdrive, every one of my senses peaking to the point that I was in pain.
“I’m going to… I need to…” I ground out the words. Tears started to fall down my cheeks from the sheer torture. Pleasure and pain coursed through me as I fought the orgasm, my entire body trembling with the effort. “Get it off, oh my god, get it off or I’m going to scream so loud this whole place is going to be questioning my sanity.” My breathing shuddered, my legs were weak.
Sinclair pushed open a door to our right, practically shoving me inside the bathroom and locking the door behind us, while I begged him to get it off me.
He dropped to his knees and shoved my dress up, the sound of my lavender lace panties ripping filling the small bathroom. He tossed them and the toy aside, sucking my clit in his mouth.
“Oh my god, I can’t. It’s too much, I can’t take it,” I moaned, wanting him to stop and desperately needing his mouth on me all at the same time.
He didn’t utter a word, his tongue sliding over my clit. My legs fell wide open, my arms propping me up beside the basin. His lips closed over me and he sucked hard, sending me over the edge.
The orgasm that tore through me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Heat and pleasure flooded me harder and faster and bigger. Every inch of my body shutdown, my only focus on the pleasure roaring through me from Sinclair’s mouth between my legs. The ripples from my orgasm lasted so long, my muscles ached.
When Sinclair finally lifted his head, he smacked a hand against my exposed clit, making me cry out. My hands, which had already turned to jelly, gave out, and I fell back, head hitting the mirror. I let out an exhausted emotional laugh that bordered on tears. I was so utterly and completely wrung out.
Sinclair got to his feet, pulling me up until I was sitting upright on the counter. He took my face in his hands, kissing me on the forehead, then letting my head drop against his chest while I caught my breath.
“Oh my god, that was the worst…” I said lazily. “…And also the best thing that I’ve experienced.”
Sinclair huffed an uncharacteristic laugh.
While he’d no doubt relished the opportunity to make me come, he’d also done me a favor. The three of them had edged me so hard all night, it felt like I might explode. And I might have, if Sinclair hadn’t diffused the bomb with his incredible tongue.
“I owe you,” I said wearily, lifting my head to smile up at him.
“Happy for you to repay that debt any time. There’s nothing that gets me harder than you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”