Wilder~
The blood roared in my ears, my whole body on fucking fire as I yanked her into the house. Something came alive inside of me when I touched her — like there were electric sparks buzzing between where my hand gripped her arm.
The fire blazed inside of me — fire fueled by lust, by my obsession with this girl, and by having denied myself for so long. There’d been one second — one flash of pure green jealousy when Lincoln told me what’d happened earlier. But then, it’d turned into something else entirely, and it only became fuel for the fire inside.
I wasn’t jealous of Linc, or of what he and Kenzie had done. Fuck, how could I be? Another man, sure, I’d be burying him in the backyard for laying his hands on what was mine, but when it came to the man who was basically my brother in everything but blood, there was no “mine.”
If she was mine, she was ours. Period. We’d never gone down the road I was pretty sure we were going to go down. There’d been a few women where one of us had dated her and then the other had later, but it’s not like we roamed around “sharing” girls or anything.
…We’d never had one at the same time.
The thought sent the fire into an inferno inside my chest. My cock throbbed in my pants, pulsing and twitching against my thigh as the thought of the two of us both taking little Kenzie at once exploded through me. The thought of our big, muscled bodies against her small, lean one full of soft curves had the pre-cum leaking from my swollen head and leaving a sticky wet spot on my boxers.
This was new territory, but this was happening. There was no denying it anymore, and there was certainly no denying myself anymore.
Kenzie didn’t say a word as I stormed through the house, pulling her into the big living room. In there though, she gaped quietly as she saw Lincoln already there, sitting back on one of the big sofas in front of the roaring fireplace.
Oh, this was happening alright. We were done pretending what we felt for her wasn’t there. And done pretending it wasn’t totally obvious that we were both feeling it. Forget the rules, forget jealousy. There couldn’t be any of that here — not with us, and not when it came to Kenzie.
“I know what you did.”
The words were heavy and thick as they left my mouth, and I turned as I stopped her in front of the fireplace. I leveled my eyes with her as I sank down into the couch opposite Lincoln, with her standing there between us. Fuck, she was just wearing this tiny little pair of daisy-duke jean shorts with the frayed ends, this too-tight t-shirt with a plunging neckline, and a pair of white sneakers with little lace-edged pink socks.
Jesus, it was like she was trying to make my cock burst out of my pants. She stood there, her chest rising and falling and looking every inch the girl next door tease as the blood roared through my veins.
“I know what you did, Kenzie,” I said again.
She looked away, still trying that bratty defiance with me.
“Out late with a boy, wearing slutty little clothes like that—”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” she snapped.
“Nothing and everything,” I growled. I crooked my finger at her, and I could see her hesitate, but slowly, biting her lip, she moved closer to me.
“What’s wrong is I can see your damn bra under that top.”
“So?”
My jaw tensed. “And I can practically see your fucking panties with those shorts being so short.”
She blushed, chewing on her lip as her eyes flicked over my hardened face.
“We don’t wear slutty clothes like that in this house, Kenzie,” I said softly.
She chewed that over, her eyes locking on mine.
“Fine,” she finally said.
“Take them off.”
Her cheeks went red, and her big blue eyes opened wide as she stared at me.
“What?”
“Take. Them. Off.”
She shivered, the flush in her cheeks creeping down her neck.
“Or do I have to do it for you?”
She gasped quietly, her eyes going wider as she realized how serious I was. And slowly, she nodded.
“Fine.”
She reached down, and with a shiver she couldn’t quite hide, she tugged the hem of her t-shirt up and pulled it off, pulling it over her hair and tossing it aside. I groaned inside, the sight of her perfect little tits encased in the lacy white, almost transparent bra getting my cock so hard I could have driven fucking nails with it. My jaw twitched, my hand tightening on the arm rest of the couch as I let my eyes drink in her soft, supple skin.
“Now the shorts.”
“Wilder—”
“Now, Kenzie.”
And slowly, her cheeks red and her eyes wild, she nodded. The button popped silently, the zipper almost as quiet as she peeled them open. Lacy white panties that matched her bra were revealed to me, only making my pre-cum pump hot and freely into my pants as my eyes took them in. She wriggled her hips, slipping the shorts off over her soft ass before letting them drop to the ground. She kicked her sneakers off without me telling her to.
Holyfuck.
She was a fucking goddess — all soft curves, young, blushing, innocent skin, and with a wild look on her face as she stood there in just her bra, panties, and socks. I could hear Lincoln full-on growl behind her, and I know I probably did the same. She bit her lip, trembling slightly and looking so fucking tempting I almost pounced on her right there.
“Turn around,” I growled, shaking my head. “This is very grown up, bad girl underwear you’re wearing. Is that a fucking thong?”
“Yes,” Lincoln growled from behind her, his voice tight.
I leveled my eyes at Kenzie. “Turn around. Show me.”
She swallowed, and you might have thought it was nervousness on her face, until you saw her eyes. And it was that raw hunger in her eyes that told me everything I needed to know.…She was as hungry for this as we were.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said softly.
“I just did,” I growled back.
“You’re not my dad, you kn—”
“Except I think a little brat like you could use a daddy,” I purred quietly.
Her cheeks went bright red, and I swear I could see her nipples harden through the thin lacy material of her bra. She gasped quietly, swallowing as my eyes blazed into her.
Fuck I was harder than I’d ever been, standing on the edge of diving into the unknown to see where this went. But I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Lincoln told me.”
Her jaw dropped, and the flush turned downright scarlet across her face.
“Wilder—”
“So,” I growled, my hands clenching to fists and my cock throbbing hard as fucking steel inside my pants.
“So you think it’s okay to be a dirty, bad little girl while I’m gone?”
She stammered, her mouth opening but no words coming out. Igrinned. It wasn’t that I enjoyed watching her blush and stammer like this, it was that I knew what was coming next was all three of us stepping over that line we’d told ourselves was forbidden.
“So, you showed him your little pussy, huh?”
Kenzie whimpered as I growled the words out, the heat in the room almost pulsing around us.
“You showed him your tight little virgin cunt and let him taste how fucking sweet it is? Oh, he told me everything, baby girl,” I growled. “He told me you taste like candy.”
Kenzie gasped quietly, her body trembling and her nipples rock hard under her bra. I could see the way her panties were growing more see-through — wet and clinging to her little slit. I could barely fucking control myself. The urge to just tear her panties off and claim her right fucking there nearly did me in. But I wanted to draw this out. I wanted her begging for it before I took her.