“Zeke, no…”
“Come on, Penny,” I say, a breath away from her mouth. “I’ve got pre-come dripping out of me, baby girl. I’m in hell. Just give me a peek of that tight slit. Need to imagine the wet lips of your untrained pussy stretching to take me. You want to show me that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” She’s panting by the time I’m finished speaking, her fingers curled in the hem of her shirt. “You promise not to touch?”
“It’s not going to be easy, but I’ll manage.”
Lip caught between her teeth, Penny lifts the shirt and eases her panties down, just enough to let me see her cunt. Fuck. It’s blonde and tiny, just like the rest of her. Sealed tighter than an envelope. Just like last night, the sight of what I want most in the world makes me crazy. Makes me salivate and reach for my dick so I can stroke off to the sweetest young pussy every created—
“I guess you need more than just a rule,” Nick’s voice says from the end of the dark hallway. “You need someone to enforce it.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Penny
I ’m in trouble. My blood quakes with that reality.
With excitement.
I have no idea how long Nick has been standing at the end of the hallway, listening to me talk to Zeke. But there’s part of me that hopes he heard all of it. Heard the truth about each man making me feel different, in wonderful ways. I’ve had just over a week to sort through my very different reactions to them—and right now, with Nick slowly approaching us, his boots falling heavily on the floorboards, my reactions have never made more sense.
Nick’s face is shadowed, but his muscles are tensed. I dropped my shirt the moment he arrived, but my panties remain bunched around the tops of my thighs. Zeke is still standing too close, but he’s posturing now, his jaw tight and lifted as he turns to face Nick.
“Relax,” Zeke snaps. “We didn’t break any rules.”
“No,” Nick agrees, dim light revealing the harsh planes of his face. “But that would have changed soon enough.” His attention lands on me hard. “Listen carefully, sweetheart. You’re about to get a lesson. Flash that cunt to either one of us and you might as well be ringing a dinner bell. Keep it covered or there will be consequences. It makes you the prey. It makes us animals. And animals won’t hear your screams.”
Liquid heat spreads between my legs, my private muscles clenching. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, without thinking. Because it feels right. Sounds right, too. Did I say it too soon, though? The air in the hallway seems to go very still, electricity popping in my ears. “I-I mean—”
“You meant what you said,” Nick says, his voice sounding like crushed glass. “You said exactly what I want to hear from my little girl.”
Nick takes a step in my direction, but Zeke blocks him with a snarl. “If you’re her daddy, what the hell does that make me?”
My breath catches, because it’s something I haven’t considered. No. No, I don’t want Zeke to be left out in the cold. He’s just as important to me as Nick, but there’s a difference in my relationship with each man that I’m just beginning to work through. Nick is the man of my house, while Zeke…
“Since you two can’t seem to follow one simple rule when I leave you alone…” Nick finally answers. “Since I stood here and listened to you being a bad influence on her…maybe that makes you her corrupt stepbrother.”
There’s a healthy dose of sarcasm in Nick’s tone, but neither Zeke nor I laugh. No, we seem to gravitate closer. It’s wrong. Isn’t it? But the wrong doesn’t stop my flesh from growing unbearably slick. Doesn’t stop my pulse from rocketing into hyperdrive. These two huge, heroic men stand on either side of me, testosterone cutting the air like hot knives. They both need me. I need them both. And I can hear them both breathing heavy. Does this idea spoken in the darkness of the hallway turn them on, too? Does it make them feel dark and melty in the deepest depths of their bellies, like me?
“She likes that,” Zeke says. “Don’t you, baby?”
Nick hums in his throat. “She sure does.” He reaches out to draw up my shirt once again, cool air kissing my fevered skin. “Go ahead. You need to touch your cute little stepsister so badly? I’m here now. You won’t be breaking our rules. Just everyone else’s.”
Oh my God. My thighs are already shaking, moisture sliding down their smooth insides. And when I finally meet Zeke’s eyes, the rabid hunger there only increases my need. He’s not just going along with Nick’s idea, either. This is something that excites him. Excites all of us.
“I need to fuck her,” Zeke rasps. “Now.”