He spread her wide as he thrust inch after big inch into her. When he was fully seated in her body, he sighed against her mouth. She clenched around him, and his whole body shook from it.
“Janey.” He ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth, touching every single part of her. He started to move then, in and out, slow and easy. He didn’t rush, just continued the maddeningly slow motions that were driving her toward the brink once again. Rys stroked her arm, up and down. He seemed different now, not as aggressive. Maybe he knew William liked things slow and easy? His lips skimmed her shoulder, his warm breath reminding her that she was between them.
Breaking the kiss, William panted against her mouth. “I never felt anything as good as you.” His hips started moving a little faster. It wasn’t the fast and hard coupling Rys had shown her. The twins might look identical, but they were different in so many other ways. She gripped William’s shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. He hissed, but she could tell it was from pleasure and not pain. She lifted her hips as much as she could in her position. His shaft slid another inch into her. They both groaned.
“I’m so close. So. Close.” Breathing out, she closed her eyes and let herself feel every hard inch of him filling her. He felt like Rys but he didn’t. It was surreal. Rys continued to stroke her body almost innocently, but she should have known that wasn’t going to last. His hand landed on her bottom, squeezing the flesh, massaging it.
Just when she thought that was all he was going to do, he parted her cheeks and slipped his finger between them. That first feeling of his finger running over her anus had her tensing.
“Shhh, baby. Just let it happen.” He moved the digit back and forth over the puckered hole, getting her used to the feeling of him back there. “It’s okay, Jane. We aren’t going to do this tonight.” He kissed the area between her shoulders. “But we will soon, baby.” With that, he pushed his finger into her ass. It was lubed from her juices sliding between her cheeks, so his movements were easy, slick. Rys added a second finger and, coupled with William’s cock inside of her, she came again. This orgasm wasn’t as maddening, but it held something much more powerful and seemed to go on forever.
“That’s it, sweetheart. God, you feel so damn good. So. Fucking. Good.” Another series of smaller contractions went off inside her at hearing William swear. It was so unlike him, but it suited him well. He pumped into her once, twice, and on the last time, he buried himself completely inside her and ran his cheek against the side of her throat.
He groaned long and loud, emptying himself inside of her. Rys continued to pump his fingers in her ass, and she knew that when she finally did take both of them at once, it would be the most intense thing she ever felt.
Chapter 13
“You stupid girl.” The sound of his voice, gravelly like he hadn’t slept in days, sent chills racing up her spine. The smell of liquor on him was so strong that bile rose in Jane’s throat. He stumbled toward her, and she took a step back. Why didn’t she go with Rys and William when they asked her to go to the field party at Mark Henry’s house? She was stupid for letting her father treat her and her mother like this.
“You tell me where your mama is.” When she didn’t answer fast enough, his face turned a bright shade of red, and he took another step toward her. Since she was five years old—well, that was as far back as she could remember—Charles Silver had been one mean asshole. Going out and binge drinking and then coming home and beating on his wife and daughter were a few of his favorite past times.
She was seventeen. All she needed was one more year, and she could leave, start somewhere fresh, but even as that thought passed through her mind, she knew damn well she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Did you hear me, girl?” His voice rose in his drunken stupor. She didn’t answer though. Jane knew her mother was at the church flea market, one of the only places in town where her mother didn’t feel like she was being judged. Her mom would be there long into the night, as she would help with take down as well, but Jane would not be telling her father that. The bastard had been gone for two days.
He hadn’t called or anything, just left the day before yesterday and was just now stumbling in. She was sick and tired of having to hide the bruises he inflicted. It wasn’t like their town didn’t know what was going on behind their shitty closed doors. They were the white trash of Ecstasy, the family everyone talked about. She didn’t care though, not really. As long as she had the Holden twins, everything would be okay; at least that’s what she kept telling herself.