Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“Baby oil,” he tells me. “Adds a certain appeal doesn’t it?”
“You look flammable,” I grumble.
“Because I’m so HOT BABY YEAH!” he yells.
“Speaking of hotness…” he fires out a hand and undoes my coat with an effortless flick of his wrist. He’s done that before, I think as he peels back my coat, exposing way more skin than I’m comfortable with showing to the entire room.
“How fucking SEXY is my sister-bride?” he screams. The whole room cheers and whistles, and I beg the ground to swallow me up.
It doesn’t, but Slate does hand me a stiff drink, so it’s not all bad.
“Dance with me, beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear, spinning me to face him and holding me close. It’s the perfect distraction and I happily let Slate lead me in a slow seductive dance that’s at total opposites to the driving beat of the music.
We dance for hours, drink too much and have a great time.
Onyx is dressed as a sexy geek with glasses and everything, and he even dances with Elsie.
Things are going great until some guy from the twin’s year decides he wants to dance with me.
Whilst that wouldn’t normally be a problem, this guy gets a bit too handsy and it all kicks off.
“Get your fucking hands off my sister,” Kalen growls. He doesn’t quite manage to sound menacing but it’s the thought that counts. When the guy doesn’t listen, pulling me closer and grabbing my ass with a bruising force, Onyx loses it.
He punches the guy, knocking him back onto his ass, then straddles him and rains down blow after blow.
“Fuck!” I scream. “Onyx, stop!” He doesn’t listen. Someone yanks me out of the way and I’m suddenly wrapped in Kalen’s arms, pressed against his oily slick chest.
“Get her out of here!” Slate hisses at Kalen, who immediately begins to drag me towards Sawyer’s bedroom.
“Let me go, Kalen!” I start to struggle.
“Wait in there,” he tells me, pushing me through the door and closing it behind me before I can protest. I stay put, despite every instinct telling me to get my ass back out there.
Outside the bedroom I hear the music abruptly shut off and then Kalen yells “Get the fuck out! Party’s over!
” I hear the sounds of disgruntled partiers being kicked out, annoyed that their buzz has been killed so early.
For a few moments all is quiet and then Onyx roars, “Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down! Where the fuck is she?!”
I have about half a second’s warning to clear the door when it flies open with a bang and Onyx is upon me. We fall back onto the bed, Onyx on top of me and before I can blink he’s kissing the shit out of me.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back.
“No-one touches you.”
“Onyx-” I begin to reproach him.
“No. Even if you were just my goddamn sister like Kalen keeps insisting, I wouldn’t let anyone touch you like that. I protect my goddamn family.”
“Not your sister,” I grumble. I know he thinks he’s being sweet, but I’ve had enough over-protection from Smalls and my actual brother to last me a lifetime.
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, Amelie,” he growls against my lips.
“I think you mean ours, brother dearest,” Kalen calls from the open doorway, tutting. “We share our toys, O.”
I sit up on the bed and quickly check for a nip slip. I’m good.
“Has everyone gone?” I ask, choosing to ignore Kalen’s joke.
“Just,” Slate answers, joining us and closing the door. He's just wiping off the last of his face paint with a towel, but he’s still rocking the athletic look. It makes my thighs clench.
“Erm, why are we hanging out in here then? Surely the house is trashed and we need to sort it.”
“Relax, Amelie,” Slate says, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. “We’ll tidy up in the morning. Sawyer isn’t back til after lunch.”
“So we’re staying here?”
“Yep,” Kalen grins.
“But there’s only one bedroom.”
“Yep.”
“How do you know?” Onyx snaps, staring at me sharply. He’s removed his fake specs and despite the nerdy tank vest, looks more like himself. Especially with the scowl he’s levelling my way.
I blush and don’t answer.
“Sis has had sexy time on this bed already! Shall we compete? You can tell us who’s the best,” Kalen crows.
“Dick,” I hiss.
“Exactly, who has the best dick.”
“You. Always you, Kalen. But it’s the gigantic one hanging from your forehead.”
The twins laugh.
“Whatever. Budge up, I’m putting movies on. I’m far too buzzed to sleep yet.”
We all settle back against Sawyer’s headboard, and I marvel at how his bed easily fits the four of us; I was definitely too distracted to notice that last time I was here.
Kalen puts on some corny scary movie but it just makes me laugh.
Eventually Kalen gets up to make us drinks, and I find myself in the middle of a twin sandwich.
This time it’s innocent - we’re just sitting - but I can feel every single millimetre where their bodies press against mine.
It’s like being burned, but it never felt so good.
A low groan escapes my lips without my realising.
“Amelie-” Onyx warns.
“Shut up and kiss me.” I don't know if it’s a conscious decision to choose him first - or hell, to even kiss any of them at all - but the demand is blurted out of my mouth before I can even process what I’m doing. Onyx doesn’t need to be told twice.
He presses against me, rolling me slightly onto my back so that I’m lying down, pressed up against Slate’s hard body.
They don’t try to restrain me, they don’t speak.
It’s perfect and nothing like the dark and dangerous situation they threatened me with the last time.
Onyx and I just kiss whilst Slate runs his hand up and down my arm, making me shiver.
“Alright! Now the party's really getting started!” Kalen whoops.
“Dick.”
“Yep. It’s a sausage party! Let’s get naked!”
“No one is getting naked, Kalen,” Onyx snaps. “I was just giving Amelie a goodnight kiss.” Kalen pouts and declares he wants one too.
He pounces on me, straddling me, even though Onyx and Slate are pressed close on either side of me.
Kalen’s kiss is possessive and demanding.
As much as he jokes about sharing me, he kisses me like he has something to prove.
He steals my breath, and my sanity, as Slate and Onyx move as one to run their hands down my exposed sides.
Goosebumps erupt wherever they touch and my nipples harden visibly against the flimsy white costume.
Why did I not want to take this further again?
Oh yeah, stupid triggery shit I’d rather forget.
I groan in heated frustration as Kalen pulls away. I want more, damn it. So much more.
“I need a shower. I’m oily and Sawyer will kill me if I gunk up his bed,” Kalen tells me with a soft kiss to the lips. Then he’s gone and it’s just the twins and I once again.
“Here,” Onyx takes my hands and helps me to sit up.
“Let us help you.” He gently unfastens the veil from my hair and begins to unpin the dark curls from their complicated up-do that Elsie insisted on.
When he’s done, he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, whilst Slate gently unclips and unrolls my stockings.
“I can’t sleep in this,” I murmur and Onyx gets up from the bed to grab me one of Sawyer’s t-shirts from the drawer. I pull it on over my head and slip off the all in one costume before poking my arms through the shirt. The twins smirk at me.
“Impressive girl shit. I thought for sure I was going to get a glimpse of you naked.” Onyx smiles to show he’s joking.
“Soon.” I wink.
And then I’m distracted as Slate gently guides me back down onto the bed, taking up a similar position to the one Kalen was in. The shower shuts off just as Slate’s lips descend on mine and my eyes flutter closed.
His kiss is perfection, heated but slow. He stokes and builds a fire in me until I’m squirming on the bed beneath him. The bed dips and I feel Kalen’s body press against mine. Onyx and Kalen’s hands stroke my thighs where the shirt has ridden up and Slate’s arousal presses against my core.
“Let us make you feel good, Amelie,” Slate whispers against my lips. I don’t answer, I can’t. I keep my eyes firmly closed for fear that if I open them it will reveal I’m dreaming, and nod for him to continue.
He continues to kiss me a moment longer whilst Kalen and Onyx move as one to push my shirt up further. Slate slowly kisses his way along my jawline as his fingers trail down my body.
When he reaches my entrance he’s able to easily slide a finger in just as Onyx kisses me once again.
Slate’s guitar playing experience pays off and he quickly has me trembling on the edge of my release, two fingers deep inside whilst his thumb strums my clit.
He treats me like his beloved instrument, worshipping me to make me sing.
My body winds tight and I start to tremble.
Kalen tweaks a nipple suddenly and with a cry, I cum hard.
Too soon; I wasn’t ready for it to be over.
“Sleep now, beautiful,” Slate tells me with a kiss to my temple. Onyx wraps me in his arms so that I’m laid on my side and Kalen covers us with the duvet. I’m asleep before Slate even joins us under the covers.