Chapter 7
LEAH
I watched him walk away, shook my head and started back to my place.
If I thought my mind was in turmoil before, it was worse now.
He'd been tracking me? Monitoring my movements for years?
How had I not realised the extent of his scrutiny?
Watching me come was one thing. A private, arousing secret.
I had no way of knowing when he watched, but I'd thought about him every time.
Assumed he was there on the other side of the camera.
Why hadn't I turned the camera away from myself?
Because I didn't hate him watching, and because he'd know I knew.
He could have removed the camera and replaced it with one I didn't know about.
Was that the only camera he had watching me?
I suspected it was. If there were more, he would have been crowing about it.
What did it say about me that I let him watch something so private? I supposed it was my way of dealing with the attraction I had for him, that otherwise had no outlet. Apart from that, he'd shown me no interest.
"This whole thing is fucked up," I said to myself. Mindful I might suffer for it later, I hurried over to Connor's small stone house and tapped on the door.
Heavy footsteps sounded from inside before the door was swung open.
"Let me guess, you missed me?" Connor lounged against the door, looking smug.
"She missed us," Riley called out from deep inside.
"I might have," I said evasively. I did, though.
I got more and more attached to both of them by the day.
If I was honest with myself, I was falling for them.
They could be possessive assholes, but they looked out for me.
Make sure I had everything I needed. No one else had done that for me before.
I wouldn't offend them by calling them sweet, but they had their moments.
"I was wondering if either of you knew how to find a tracking device on a car?"
Connor stared at me for a moment before grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He closed the door behind us. "If Josiah—"
I put a hand on his chest. "This isn't about Josiah. It's about my stepbrother, Brooks." I quickly explained about the tracker on my car and the app on my phone.
Riley put his hand out until I placed my phone on his palm. He opened it using the pin code. He must have watched me and memorised it.
These men.
He squinted at the screen and swiped until he found what he was looking for. "There, deleted. Very subtle, masking that as a news app. Those things are notoriously difficult to delete. And tend not to get noticed." He handed the phone back.
"I might have noticed if I knew it was there." I pushed my phone back into my pocket. "About my car?"
"That could be trickier." Connor's brows knitted. "We can take a look. If you want us to." He hooked an arm around me and pulled me to him. "You might get off on having another possessive man around."
I swallowed, unsure if I should tell him about the jewellery box camera and exactly how much of me Brooks had seen. These two might throw him over the Aurora Falls if they didn't like what they heard.
"Out with it," Connor insisted. "What did the fucker do?" He looked as though he might deal with Brooks regardless of what I said.
"Did you fuck him?" Riley asked. He looked disappointed. Not at the idea that I was with someone else, but at the thought he wasn't there to watch.
These men and their watching.
"No, I did not fuck him," I said clearly. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and told them everything else.
"He was stalking you?" Connor looked at me sideways, clearly not having made up his mind about how he felt about that.
"I… I suppose you could call it that," I said uncertainly. When he put it that way, I should probably be more worried about Brooks' behaviour than I was. He liked to try to provoke me, but I didn't think he meant any specific harm.
"Is it wrong that I think it's hot he was watching?" Riley asked, wincing. "I mean, if I was Leah's stepbrother, I'd also watch."
"You would fucking not," Connor told him. "You'd go in there and fuck her. So would I."
"You're right," Riley conceded. "Brooks has more restraint than I do. When you think about it, that's pretty impressive. He must have a really muscular hand."
I couldn't help laughing at that. Thinking about Brooks being sexually frustrated from watching me was…honestly, his own fault.
"He never made a move on you?" Connor asked.
"Never," I said. I sank down on Connor's couch, a dark grey sectional that contrasted with the rustic vibe of the rest of the place. Not to mention the pale, floral wallpaper that looked as though it had decorated the walls for longer than I'd been alive.
"What I can't understand is why he did it. I've always thought he hated me. Why would he want to watch me get off?"
Riley sat beside me. "Have you seen yourself? Even if I hated you, I'd want to watch you orgasm. You're fucking hot."
"Riley's right." Connor perched on the coffee table. "I couldn't stand you when I first met you, but I still wanted to fuck you. I know vice versa is true." He flicked his finger back and forth between me and himself.
"When we first met, fucking wasn't my initial reaction to you," I said dryly. "Flipping you off and proving to you that you couldn't force me to leave town is more accurate."
Connor snorted. "All of that while you were wet for me, honey. You don't have to admit it, we all know it's true."
"No one could ever accuse you of having a tiny ego," I teased.
He smirked. "I don't have a tiny anything."
"He has an oversized ego to go with his oversized cock," Riley said, joining in on the shit disturbing.
"If you're trying to offend me, maybe don't do it by giving me compliments." Connor sat back, looking even more smug.
"What am I going to do with you two?" I shook my head, but smiled.
"You can start by introducing us to Brooks," Riley said. "I want to meet the guy with the audacity to watch our woman getting herself off. And then I want him to watch while I get her off."
"I have no idea where he's staying," I admitted. "He's the one with the tracking device, not me."
"I'll put out feelers," Connor said. "Someone will know where he is. Do you have a picture of him?"
I frowned. "I can probably find one." Taking selfies with each other wasn't something we did. Ever. I pulled out my phone and looked at his social media feed. Frowned. "There should be a photo of him on here somewhere."
All I could find was a handful of pictures from home. A bridge here, squirrel there. Nothing personal and none of any people.
"I think his father has an account." I looked it up and started to scroll.
"What kind of relationship do you have with your stepfather?" Riley asked, clearly trying to be provocative.
I glanced up at him. "Nothing salacious. I can promise you that." I couldn't even remember him so much as giving me a hug, which suited me just fine. His was a radar I didn't care to be on. Strange that Brooks would say he wasn't on it either. Why would the family's golden boy not be noticed?
I looked back down at the phone, scrolling past photos of my mother, people he worked with, his sister and her kids. Finally, I found a photo of him and Brooks standing side-by-side right after he married my mother. They were both smiling, but neither looked happy.
There were no photos of me.
I turned the phone around to show the guys.
"He's kinda hot," Riley said.
Connor grudgingly grunted his agreement. "I'll keep an eye out for him." He saved the photo and sent a copy to himself and Riley. "We can show that around to folks. The grapevine will do the rest."
"Do me a favour and don't throw him in the lake," I said.
"I make no promises." Connor handed my phone back to me.
"I promise to wait until the lake is frozen enough to cut a hole in it," Riley said with a grin. "And drop him in."
"No murdering anyone," I warned both of them. As if I actually thought they were capable of something like that.
"He wouldn't be worth it," Connor said. "But I don't rule out strongly encouraging him to leave town."
"It didn't work on me," I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes. "You're stubborn as fuck."
"And?" I prompted.
"And… I didn't really want you to leave." He shrugged. "I wanted to see if you could stand up to me."
I gave a sceptical look. "Maybe you have that backward. I wanted to see if you could handle me." I raised an eyebrow at him in challenge.
He leaned in until we were almost nose to nose. "Honey, I can always handle you." He brushed his lips over mine.
"I knew I should have been more difficult." I wrinkled my nose but kissed him back.
He laughed, his breath warm on my mouth. "I don't see how you could have been more difficult. Isn't that your middle name? Leah Difficult Kent?"
"I thought it was Leah Fucking Kent," Riley offered.
"For your information, Connor Difficult Ferguson and Riley Fucking Crane, my middle name is Amy," I said tartly.
They exchanged grins.
"I think she won that round," Riley said.
"It was time we gave her one." Connor looked back at me. "I'm ready to give her a good, hard one." He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Leading me over to the side of the couch, he pushed me forward, bending me across the high back.
"Stay like that," he ordered. He reached around to undo the front of my jeans and push them down to my feet. My panties went next.
"Tell me something, did talking to your stepbrother about him watching you make you wet?
" He nudged my thighs apart and slid his hand between them.
Slowly, he moved it up to my pussy, then slid a couple of fingers inside me.
"The answer is a definite yes." He slid his fingers up and down insde me and out, moving slowly. Fucking me with his hand.
"She looks good like that," Riley said.
"She's going to look better in a moment." Connor slid his hand out of me and slapped it down on my ass.
I let out a squeak, but I liked the sting the slap left behind.
"You look amazing with my handprint on your ass," Connor said. He slapped me again, a couple of times, then he was pushing his cock inside me. Pressing my body down to the couch with his, he started to slowly thrust in and out of me. His hand found my clit and rubbed while he thrust.
Before either of us could come, he pulled himself away. "Riley, get on your back. Pants off."
Riley hurried to comply, lying down on the couch, his bare cock in his hand.
Connor guided me over to straddle Riley's lap, lowering me all the way down his cock. "Lean forward and stay there."
I did as he ordered, watching him disappear into another room before he reappeared with a tube of lube in his hand. He opened it and smeared a cold dollop on my rear hole. He tossed the tube onto the table and straddle Riley, right behind me.
"Has anyone ever fucked this?" He slid the tip of his finger into my ass.
"Never," I whispered. "Please…" I wanted to feel both of them inside me at the same time. Could I take him? He was big. Big enough to hurt. Big enough that I wanted to try. He'd make me feel so full it would drive me wild. If he didn't break me.
He pushed in another finger, rubbing the lube around while stretching my muscles, readying me for him.
Finally, he slid them back out and replaced them with the tip of his cock.
Slowly and carefully, he eased himself inside me, giving me time to get used to the feeling of having him there. Pressing until he was all the way in.
"Holy fuck, I can feel both of you." Riley's eyes crossed.
"Me too," Connor said, already breathless. He was still for a minute or two before starting to move, setting the pace for all of us. "You're so fucking tight."
And then we were moving in unison, a rolling of hips, grunting and groaning. Thrusting and sighing.
I was the first to say, "I'm going to come."
"Me too," Riley strained to say.
Connor grunted something unintelligible, but it sounded like agreement.
A moment later, I came, both guys following half a heartbeat later. The whole room echoed with our groans, grunts and moans as we shattered as one, swamped by a tsunami of bliss like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Eventually, we all came down, puffing and sweating, clinging to each other as if we were one person and not three.
My heart was still racing through my ears when Riley said something which sounded like, "I love you."