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“And, it’s not my story to tell,” says West, shrugging as he resumes his seat, shoving whatever it was he’d gotten out of the briefcase into his pants pocket. Raleigh looks to me in exasperation. I shrug.
“Oh, come on,” he says.
“It’s not my story either,” I say. I’ve betrayed my brother enough; I’m not giving up all of his secrets. “But you’re right, somebody lied to him.”
“That’s all you can tell me?” he asks, flopping back on the sofa, all disappointment and high drama. Amused, I climb up into his lap, straddling his hips. My thin leggings and his jeans aren’t much of a barrier, and I can feel him getting hard beneath me.
“He was married once,” I say, leaning down to kiss him softly. “And yes, that’s all I can tell you. It’s not my story either.”
I kiss him then, pouring myself into the act—the emotion, the drama, the frustration, the anger, the hurt, the sadness, the love. All of it’s tangled up together; I couldn’t separate them if I tried. But feeling so much is still a novelty, such a far cry from where I was before I met this man, before West ever kissed me that first time that I embrace it all.
I think Raleigh understands, because when he breaks the kiss to see tears on my face, he smiles gently, holding my chin in his hand to keep me still.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
We’ve gotten a little better at saying it out loud. Just the last couple of weeks, Raleigh got up the nerve to say it to West, too. West had stood stock still for so long, I was sure Raleigh was going to collapse with nerves.
What happened after that was a night I won’t forget, not as long as I live. Needless to say, West was not upset.
West hasn’t managed the words out loud himself, but that’s all right. Not a day passes that Raleigh or myself have reason to wonder how he feels. He needs us, and we know it.
West clears his throat. It’s not the everyday “Excuse me” sound. It’s the “You’re in big trouble now” sound, and Raleigh’s eyes light up. I smother the urge to grin and glance coyly at West over my shoulder, arching a brow at him like he’s interrupting something.
“Stand up, Callahan.”
My turn to snort. “Make me.” I turn back to Raleigh, winking at him. His eyes go wide and I register movement just behind me, right before I’m yanked off his lap into midair. West turns me right around, pulls me over his lap, and starts spanking. The thin cotton leggings offer no protection whatsoever, the stinging heat building when he alternates his smacks. I can’t help the writhing or the kicking in protest any more than I can help whimpering when he stops to stroke his handiwork.
“On your knees, Raleigh,” says West, his tone low. “Not there, over here. That’s better. Good boy.”
I turn to see Raleigh kneeling on the floor at West’s feet, right next to me, his face red, his eyes bright. He’s already unzipped his fly, the insistent erection pushing up between his clothes ruddy and fully hard.
West smacks me hard, right across the middle of my cheeks, making me squeal. He runs his thumb over the seam of my leggings, pressing just so. I can feel the material getting damp and my face burns hotter than even Raleigh’s.
This is still a new element to our lovemaking, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t one of my favorites already. West knows just exactly how far to push that line between play and pain. I never once thought that had any place in sex or relationships or love, and now I’m not sure we’d be here without it.
“Had enough, pretty girl?” asks West. I shake my head, just to be obstinate. Raleigh smirks; he knows that never ends well for me. This time, it earns me another swat before West pulls me up, repositioning me over his lap, legs spread wide over his knees. The seam between my legs strains with the pose. West wraps his big hands around the insides of my thighs, pulling me open wide. Raleigh has a front-row seat for it.
“What do you think, Raleigh?” murmurs West. “Is our girl about ready yet?” Raleigh’s gaze zeroes in between my legs and his eyes go round. I look down at the modest gray material.
A damp spot has formed right over the crotch, getting bigger right before my eyes. I blush so hard, it feels like my cheeks are on fire. All of my cheeks.
“West—”
“Oh, no, pretty girl,” says West in my ear. His grip on my thighs tightens as I try to close my legs. “This is what you get when you mouth off.” West nips the tender juncture where my neck meets my shoulder with his teeth, making me shudder. He bites again when my hands come around, trying to cover my crotch from their view.
“Get her hands, Raleigh.”
Raleigh is quick to act, pulling my hands away by the wrists, pinning them against the couch cushions. He’s getting braver every time we play like this; the lust and the heat and the joy is written all over his face. If I didn’t love him already, his expression would seal it for me every time.
“What do you think, Callahan?” drawls West. “I think Raleigh has earned himself a treat. Go on, Raleigh. Get a taste.”
Raleigh looks confused for a moment, and I’m right there with him.
“Her pants—”
“Ah,” says West. “I suppose they’re in your way.”
