Chapter Fifty-Three

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Aislen woke, with Cameron snoring in her ear. He was half on top of her, his knee between her thighs, his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, and his hand cupping her other shoulder. Rhett lay on his side facing her, and Heath curled against his back, his arm slung over Rhett’s waist and their hands joined. Heath’s face was pressed into Rhett’s hair, his eyes closed, his breath heavy with sleep, but Rhett’s eyes were open when she turned her head.

“They’re huggers,” he whispered. “When they sleep, they’ll chase you across the bed, following your scent and warmth. I often make them sleep next to each other, so that they hug each other, because if I’m between them, I get too hot. If we’re careful we can sneak out and I’ll make coffee…”

“After sex,” Cameron muttered into Aislen’s hair. “Not before sex.”

“You and your morning sex,” Rhett snorted. “The rest of us like to avoid morning breath and pee first.”

“Morning breath is the best,” Cameron replied, his hand sliding from Aislen’s shoulder to cup her breast. “But, if you don’t like it, face away. Mmm, boobs,” he added, squeezing Aislen’s. “I like waking in the morning with a handful of boob.”

“We’ll go to the drive-thru tonight,” Heath said, rolling onto his back and stretching like a giant cat… or giant wolf, Aislen amended to herself.

Rhett rose to his feet and ran his hands through his hair, flicking it back from his face. “I’ll go see if there’s enough embers left from the fire to boil a kettle,” he said searching through the discarded clothes for his jeans and shoes.

Cameron used his knee to make room for himself between Aislen’s legs, kissing along her throat.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her, as his cock nudged against her cunt, the pulse notching him into her so the movement of her wrapping her legs around his waist pushed him into her, shallowly. His hand slid down her side to cup her arse as he thrusted into her, and she moaned as he filled her, his way slickened by the residue of their cum from the night before that still leaked from her. “Wet,” he grunted.

“We did fill her up with cum yesterday,” Heath reminded him.

“Wasn’t complaining,” Cameron ground into her. His movements were lazy, his mind lingering on the feel of her wet warmth around him, and the pressure in his balls as they tightened, sending pre-orgasmic fission up his shaft.

Heath rose to his feet and walked naked out of the room. She heard the bathroom door close.

“Does the shower work?” She wondered.

“I’m fucking you, and you’re thinking about taking a shower?” Cameron was affronted. “Fucking girls.”

“Just because we’re smart enough to think of more than one thing at a time,” she replied tartly.

“Hmm,” he grumbled, putting more effort into his thrusts, grinding his pubic bone into her clit until she gripped his back hard, arching into him, seeking the final push into orgasm, and sobbing out her moans as she tumbled over it.

He grunted as he came, and rolled to the side, taking her with him as Heath returned and lay back on the mattress. “All yours,” he told Heath, and slapped Aislen’s arse smartly. “All greased up and ready for fucking.” He rose to his feet and grabbed his clothing, walking out with his cock still hard, and glossily slick with cum, swaying before him.

Aislen winced, a cold feeling of being used sitting uncomfortably within her and shattering the illusion that the weekend at the river house was anything other than the Triquetra using her as a sex toy.

Heath put his hand on her hip, but she shook it off. “No,” she sat up and searched for her clothing.

“Oh, for fuck sake, what now?” He demanded in irritation as he sat up next to her. “I swear Aislen, you are the fucking most temperamental bitch that I have ever met. You start playing nice and then it’s like a little switch flicks on in your brain, and suddenly you find an excuse to be an absolute cunt.

“This morning, you’ll have sex with Cameron, but not with me. This afternoon, you’ll snip at Cameron and snuggle up to Rhett. Maybe tonight you’ll fucking decide that you want me, but I’m sorry, I’m not playing to your timetable,” he snagged an arm around her waist and dragged her backwards and under him, pinning her wrists to the mattress with his hands and forcing his way between her legs with his knees as he snarled down at her.

She panted from the surprise of being dragged and manhandled in such a way and the ineffectualness of her struggles against his much greater strength.

“Now say yes, please, Heath, I want to be fucked by you,” he said through his teeth.

“Fuck you,” she replied angrily. “If you put your cock in me, Heath, it will be rape.”

“No, it won’t,” he sneered his smile as he shook his head. “You think I’m stupid. You’re not frightened, Aislen, you’re not even fighting me very hard. You’re turned on. You like being the innocent and being taken, so that you have a reason to get angry at us and jerk us around.” He lowered her hips, rubbing his cock through her folds and up against her clit.

“You’re young and stupid with it,” he told her. “Deliberately stupid. You don’t want to look at what’s around you, because you are afraid that you’ll see something you don’t like. Well, if you won’t look and work things out for yourself, I will teach you to be obedient so that you stop fucking everything up for us.”

He flipped her so that she landed on her stomach, her breath whooshing out of her lungs, and her palms hitting the mattress. Before she’d recovered, he’d dug his fingers into her hair, arching her head back so that she pushed off her forearms to take the pressure off her roots.

“Ouch!” She protested. “You’re hurting me!”

He growled his breath out, tugging her head to the side, exposing her neck, and dragged his tongue from shoulder to the pulse point beneath her ear before pinching her earlobe between his teeth. “If it hurts, get on your knees, and sit back onto my lap and take my cock into you. Your choice, Aislen. You can complain about how I’m pulling your hair, like a little bitch, or you can admit that you’re fucking turned on and want me to fuck you.”

Her breath sighed out of her lungs. Fuck him, she thought, because he wasn’t wrong. She rose to her knees, taking the pressure off her hair and he shifted forward, positioning himself between her legs. He released her hair, wrapping his arm around her instead, reaching under her arm and up between her breasts to grip her throat.

When she went to sink onto his cock, he held her off. “Uh-uh,” he said. “Say it first.”

She sighed out a breath. “Fine. I want to fuck you.”

“You want to fuck who?” He released her throat, relaxing now that he’d won.

“I want to fuck you, Heath.”

“That’s better. But it will be me fucking you,” he tugged her hips back and thrusted into her, driving the air from her lungs. The force of his thrusts threw her forwards onto the palms of her hands and their skin slapped together as he rose off his knees, using his thighs to power into her.

It was fast, rough, and glorious. Her fingers clenched in the bedding as she came, and his cry was sharp and brutal as he followed. As Cameron had done, he smacked her arse as he pulled away. “And that’s how you train a bitch to know who’s boss.”