“But it is my fault! I was careless, and now I can’t get over my stupid mistake...”
“You’re wrong,” Caleb told me and placed his hand on my back. His caress awoke desire in me, despite my crushing emotions. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“There was a faulty wire in the basement,” Trent said. “That was the reason for the fire.”
For a moment I wasn’t able to breathe as their words sank in. “So it wasn’t my fault at all?”
They cracked smiles, bringing me a huge wave of comfort, and there was no more heaviness inside of me.
“Not even a little bit. Though we’re going to have to work on your fire safety when you come live with us.” Caleb smirked at his own joke.
“Oh God.” I burst into tears again and covered my face with my hands. I was shaking, trying to process the truth. It wasn’t my fault. I was elated that it hadn’t been me that caused the fire since I’d been carrying so much guilt. “Oh God. I can’t believe
it! I’m so happy right now. All this time I blamed myself, thinking the worst...”
Caleb pulled me into his arms and placed my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelled so good, creating a potent rush of lust that demanded to be satiated.
“Everything is going to be okay, Bree. There is nothing to worry about anymore. So do you accept our offer? Will you allow us to help you with the expenses?”
“And do you want to live with us?”
I took their hands and smiled at them. I’d fallen so hard for them that there was no other way for me. I needed them as much as they needed me.
“It’s a double yes.”
“Yeah!” Caleb exclaimed and kissed me.
His lips slid over mine before he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, and I felt feverish, instantly drowning in pure pleasure. I jumped onto his lap, straddling him, and grinded against him. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, making my pussy throb with desire, and I wanted all our clothes gone right away.
Just as I reached for the top button of Caleb’s shirt, he stopped me. “Not here. We want you to come with us to our place tonight.”
Oh. “Now?”
“Yes. We’ll help you with packing.”
I shook my head, feeling bitter at the reminder that I actually didn’t have anything. “There’s no need for packing. I’ve lost all my things, so...”
“Oh shit,” Trent hissed. “That’s right. I’m so sorry, Bree. What a dumb thing to say.”
“No, that’s okay. It’s understandable.”
“Anyway, we’ll help you with checking out.”
Their enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself smiling like crazy at them. “Okay then. Let’s go.”
16
Bree
An hour later, they were all over me in their guest room, ripping off the clothes from me until I was left standing naked.
“You’re so beautiful, Bree.” Trent’s eyes followed every line of my body with admiration, and it felt empowering.
I rolled my hips and touched my breasts, putting on a show for them. I jumped on the bed and stood up with my legs widely apart, touching my pussy without even taking my eyes off of them.
“Fuck,” Caleb muttered and sat down on the armchair across from the bed. Trent sat on the other armchair that was placed next to the window and pushed his hand inside his pants. Caleb had already taken off his jeans and underwear, and he stroked his cock slowly. “Touch yourself. We need to see you come.”
My heartbeat skyrocketed and I lowered myself down, feeling so exposed in front of them, but at the same time I loved it. I spread my legs and put them on the edge. I pushed my fingers into my mouth, soaking them with my spit, and brought them to my mound. It was pink and swollen, and when I applied the right pressure to my clit, it contracted in response, urging me to get the release I needed.