God, his lips are soft. I pant against his mouth.
“Tiernan,” he gasps, watching my hand work on my bare pussy.
“Jesus, man,” he tells Kaleb. “Look at her. You ever seen anything that pretty? I’ll bet she’s the tightest thing, too.”
He dips down, licking my nipple, and something shoots through me like I’m about to fucking explode.
“Noah,” I whimper.
“Tiernan.” He kisses my flesh, teasing my nipple with his teeth. “I wanna fuck you.” He comes up, hovering over my mouth as he rubs his cock over my hand between my legs. “I wanna fuck you. All winter.”
I stare at his mouth, ready to pull down his pants and let him. I look up, catching Kaleb’s eyes and holding them as I kiss his brother.
“The prettiest one was under our roof the whole time,” Noah groans, grinding on me. “You’re ours.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Our sweet little one. All ours. Do you understand?” He kisses my forehead, my nose, and I move my hand away, liking the feel of his dick more. “Our piece of ass. Ours.”
Yes. I nod. I don’t care. I don’t want anyone else.
We seem to be on the same page, because he throws his brother a warning. “Don’t bruise her. At least until she’s used to us.”
What? I feel like I should be scared, but I look up at Kaleb, seeing him lift his mouth in a dark smile. Right then and there, I don’t care what he does to me. I just want it.
“I get your cherry,” Noah whispers over my mouth, grinning. “As long as I promise not to touch your ass. He’ll want that.”
And he tips his chin at his brother.
I fist my hands, my stomach knotting but flipping with excitement, too, as I arch my neck back for Noah’s mouth.
But then a stern voice suddenly barks, “Noah.”
I freeze, unable to move for a moment.
Oh, shit.
No.
Noah stops his kisses, and I pop my eyes open, recognizing Jake’s voice.
Nausea rolls through me. I slip my shorts back up and pull down my shirt, covering myself.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake growls.
Noah lifts up, and I can see the strain and struggle on his face, before his gaze levels and he gives a tight smirk.
He stands up and turns toward his father. “Nothing she doesn’t want.”
I sit up, Kaleb rising to his feet behind me, and I can’t bring myself to look at my uncle. Just his bare feet and the bottoms of his jeans as he stands on the last stair.
“Go to bed,” he says.
Noah hesitates, but then he clicks the TV off, grabs his shirt, and heads up the stairs, Kaleb following. I’m not sure if they look back at me or if this whole thing is amusing to them, but I quickly stand up and dart off to follow.
“Not you.” Jake grabs me.
I turn my head away, feeling his eyes blaze into me.
“What would’ve happened if I hadn’t come down?” he asks.
I don’t know. And I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. Normally, yes, I should be. Given our familial ties, this is wrong. I can see how people would see it as wrong.