Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE | TARYN
“You’ve only been in college for a month. How are you seeing someone already?”
Jessica shrugs at Cameron’s interrogation about the guy she’s been seeing, her cheeks turning that shade of pink that reminds me of the pink hollyhocks growing in the garden outside. Her three older brothers examine her like a specimen under a microscope.
I doubt she wanted to tell them, but she couldn’t stop smiling when they asked how her classes were going earlier. They instantly knew something was up, and since then, they haven’t stopped grilling her. She’s probably contemplating why she came home for the weekend.
Her eyes bounce between the boys as we all lounge around the clean living room, which was hell to clean up because now I have a ton of laundry to fold tomorrow.
Elena and Tristan are too busy to participate in this conversation.
Not that they’d want to. They are more entertained by seeing how long they can hold their Oreos in their milk before half of it sinks to the bottom.
Her eyes clash with mine, and I give her an apologetic smile from my position on the floor as I scratch Rossco’s stomach. “Oh, give her a break.”
“No, I want to know who the guy is,” Brennan snaps, leaning over his knees.
Colten smirks, reaching for the nearly empty pizza box and grabbing a slice. I think it’s like his sixth one. But he said he didn’t have lunch today, so I can’t say I’m surprised.
“You guys brought Taryn home and literally couldn’t keep your dicks—”
“Jessica,” Colten warns.
Jess huffs out a breath, and I laugh, all stares from the boys now directed at me.
“What?” I look between them. “She’s not wrong, and you know it.”
Cameron leans back into the couch cushions and knits his arms, releasing an annoyed sigh. “I still don’t like the idea.”
My eyes roll. “You would say that even if she had been dating the guy for months.”
“I’m her brother,” he counters, “I’m not supposed to like anyone she’s seeing.”
Jessica glances down at her light blue fingernails, picking at some of the paint near her cuticles. “And we’re not actually dating, so…”
It’s probably the wrong thing to say on her part because the boys’ eyes thin, their dangerous gazes not giving an inch. It’s not hard to assume what thoughts are rummaging through their thick heads.
“I want a name,” Brennan demands, pointing his finger at her.
Colten shoves the rest of his crust in his mouth, wiping his hands on his shorts. “I need a shower.” Standing, my eyes clash with his, his head giving an elusive nod toward the back of the house.
I scratch behind Rossco’s ears. Sometimes, he is the perfect escape plan for situations. “And I’m going to take Rossco out before we head upstairs,” I say.
“Real subtle, guys,” Brennan mutters.
Cameron’s features scrunch together. “It’s like nine p.m.— Do you guys want to come back after and watch a movie or something?”
Colten’s already walking to the back of the house when his voice bounces off the walls. “Sure.”
Elena’s selective hearing chooses this moment to focus on the conversation. “I want to watch a movie!”
“You need to go to bed soon, Little Miss,” Jess tells her.
Elena’s lips pout, and her tiny arms cross over her chest. “Fine.”
“Wanna go outside?” I ask Rossco. His black ears perk upward, and he hastily flips over and darts to the foyer. Standing, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll be back.”
On my way out of the living room, their eyes follow every step I make.
I swear I can sense their gazes still lingering even after I disappear and walk down the hallway to the back door.
They aren’t exactly oblivious to what’s about to happen, but I’d rather not make this situation any more awkward than it already is.
Walking down the hill, Rossco follows me to Colten’s front door. My knuckles barely rasp against the door before it opens, a hand whizzing out and tugging me inside hurriedly. He shuts the door behind Rossco and me, hauling me into his arms.
His lips crash down onto mine before I can take a proper breath. His tongue pushes past my lips, freeing a fluttery mess of wings that chaotically attack my stomach and relocate to my chest.
Our hands roam, and our bodies seem to gravitate toward the shower in his room as if it’s the only place we are meant to be at this moment in time.
My fingertips trail over his firm pecs beneath his shirt, my touch working its way to his defined V-line that leads straight to his dick that my mouth and pussy are already salivating for.
When I reach under the band of his athletic shorts, dragging my nails against his skin, the tremble coursing through his body fuels the fire burning between us. It’s consuming all of me, and it’s hot. Scorching. Everything about Colten is beginning to burn me alive, so slow and addicting.
Dragging me along, he bursts through his bedroom door and into the darkened space. The room that was just still and silent is now alive with our erratic breaths and thundering hearts.
“Shower. Now,” he demands against my lips.
“Yes, sir.” Turning away from him, he pats me on the ass before I quicken my pace.
Stepping through the threshold into the bathroom, my eyes roam to the wall of windows, the orchard directly outside welcoming the rain that the dark, gloomy sky is releasing. The patter of water tapping against the roof grows louder.
I’ve always loved the rain. The fresh scent, the ground vibrating with life and color after it quenches its thirst. The musty dirt scent that fills the air.
At first, I found the row of windows in the bathroom odd. Extremely odd. But the greens outside contrast nicely with the deep gray tile and black accents with forest green towels to complement the space.
Also, when I was roaming around the outside like a stalker and trying to get him to talk to me, I noticed that the windows looking into the bathroom were tinted with a mirror-like quality.
Being the weirdo I am, I stepped up to the glass to peer inside.
I could see into the bathroom, but not unless my nose pressed against the glass. I bet there is still a smudge there.
“And you better be naked and wet when I get in there.” Colten’s raspy voice slips through to my ears smoothly from the bedroom.
The strings under my already sensitive skin tighten. “I’m already wet,” I taunt, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, making me smile. I love that I have that effect on him. Seeing him come completely undone by using a few words is my kryptonite.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I discard it on the ground next to the large walk-in shower. I hear a thunk, my ears perking at the sound of a drawer closing in the bedroom.
I step into the shower with only a thin sheet of glass as a barrier to catch water droplets so they don’t collect on the floor. Moving under the spray, I close my eyes, allowing the hot water to glide down my face and body, the temperature adding to the heat already blazing my skin.
Before I know it, he accompanies me in the shower, his strong and calloused hands reaching for my naked form. His fingertips pulse into my hip bones, but the hard length under his palm, pressing against the outside of my thigh, has my breath expelling from my lungs.
It’s not his cock.
Oh, shit.
The hammering of my heart pounds in my ears. The drumming reminds me of the moment in Jurassic Park when the massive predator’s heavy footsteps are advancing. The noise is slow. Steady. But fucking terrifying. It’s probably a strange comparison, but it’s fitting.
I know exactly what it is with just the chill, soft touch of the silicone.
Braving a glance down, my eyes drop to my pink rabbit vibrator.
His lips roam over the curvature of my neck, his tongue lapping at the droplets cascading down.
The sight of my vibrator electrifies my nerves, firing a dose of excitement that fogs my brain.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about using this on you?” Colten’s gravelly murmur vibrates my shoulder. I shake my head. “Since I went to the house and picked up all your things, Taryn. Fucking months ago. The moment I saw this, I knew I wouldn’t be stuffing you with only my cock.”
Oh. My. God. The things he says and does with his mouth should be illegal.
“Tell me, Little Ghost. Which hole do you want my cock in?”
My mouth opens, the hot spray from the shower hitting my tongue. I don’t have the chance to answer because he pushes my body forward, hauling one of my legs up onto the bench.
His arm snakes up my back and around my neck, one of his hands cupping the front of my throat. He positions me so I’m bent over with my head up and back arched.
“It doesn’t matter what you want.” Damn, I love how controlling he can be with me. “I have yet to stretch your ass, and I won’t be satisfied until I’ve claimed you everywhere. Did you like it when my brother fucked your ass while I was taking your cunt?”
I whimper, remembering the way my body reacted to the pleasure and pain of being so full of Colten, Brennan, and Cameron. “Yes.”
His merciless laugh ignites a wildfire in my chest. His hand with my pink rabbit moves to the front of my body, and he drags the tip of it through my wet slit.
“My dick is going to wipe away any trace of my brothers. After I’m done with you, the only name and cock you’ll be able to remember is mine. ”
He drags it over my sensitive clit, and I whimper.
Shoving it inside me, my pussy clenches at the beautiful feeling of my vibrator, but thankfully, he leaves it turned off.
I know once his dick is inside me, I’ll only last about one second if the vibrator is turned on.
I would combust as quickly as the snap of his fingers.
He thrusts it in and out leisurely, the magnificent burn in my belly heightening. Colten releases his hand from clutching my throat and withdraws the toy from my pussy, moving the tip of it to my back hole.