Page 69 of Give Me Peace

My sweater has ridden up, exposing the baby pink panties she’s wearing. I look back to Saylor for guidance, waiting for the okay before taking this to the next step. She nods, making my cock rejoice, even though he won’t be getting any relief. Touching her like this is a fucking gift. I brush over the outside of the fabric first, groaning at the wetness I find. Even in the dim closet light, I can still make out the blush that spreads across her face. Desperately needing more, I dip our hands beneath her underwear. Despite her touch being the prominent one, I nearly combust at the feel of her clit.

“Pause,” Saylor chokes out, her eyes wide with fear. I stop instantly, my free hand going to the side of her face. I don’t take our fingers off her sex, but I make sure to keep them still.

“Look at me, baby.” Say’s blues clash with mine. “It’s just me. No one’s here but the two of us.” She nods, her body softening with each second that passes.

“Keep talking. It helps to hear your voice,” she tells me. “He…he was always quiet.”

“Okay. I can do that.” I lightly shift her finger, noting every twitch she makes. “Eyes on me, baby.” I move us again, testing her limit, but she doesn’t stop me. Her breathing shifts; the slow, controlled inhales and exhales coming quicker with each stroke. “Move your fingers, Say.” I ease mine away. Drifting lower, exploring every inch or her slickness.

“Hav..ok,” Saylor stutters, but it’s time she captain the damn ship.

“You’re okay. I’m right here.” I stop, calling on every ounce of strength I possess to keep myself from doing anything she hasn’t agreed to. “What do you want? You need my fingers in your pussy, Say?” A strangled noise falls from her lips. “Nuh uh. Don’t get shy on me now. Yes or no? I need consent, baby.” I watch her throat work, swallowing past the trepidation and fear trying to keep her prisoner. Her nod is small, but I can see the determination in her eyes. That tells me all I need to know.

She wants this. Wants me.

Slowly, I press the tip of my finger against her entrance, dipping in and out with soft, shallow strokes. Each time I work myself in a little farther. I watch her, making certain she’s here and not lost in her head. When I’ve pushed myself in as far as I can, Say’s eyes flutter, her lips parting in pleasure. I drop my head, holding still as I wait for her to adjust. Fuck, she’s tight. After a few deep breaths, I pull myself together and ease my finger back out. She moans, but the stillness of her own hand makes me falter.

“Keep moving, Say. You stop, I stop.” She obeys, picking back up where she left off as I finger fuck her nice and slow. The combination of pleasure has her wiggling, searching for something she can’t quite name. I keep a steady pace, not wanting to do anything to hurt her, but it’s damn near killing me. Fisting the sheet, I admire my girl. The flush tinting her creamy skin, the sweat gathering at her hairline. I want to lick it. Every pant and moan she makes edges me closer and closer.

“That’s it. Keep going, Say.” I lean back, resting on my heels. I want to see her. All of her. I tug her panties down, my brain derailing and forgetting to ask if she’s okay with it. She helps kick them off, so I guess that’s my answer. Fuck me. Her bare pussy comes into view and I lick my lips at the sight. “You’re fucking perfect.” I speed up, matching my tempo with hers.

“Feel good, baby?” I ask, fixated on the way my finger slips in and out of her. I glance up, smirking at the rapid nod of her head. Her hips flex, seeking more, and I’m all too happy to provide it. I add another, stretching her deliciously. Say growls, the cutest fucking sound I’ve ever heard, making her frustration known.

“I…I can’t.” Her hand falls limp. She’s close, I can tell by the way she’s fluttering around my fingers. But her touch isn’t getting her there. She needs more. Needs me. I drop between her thighs, using my shoulders to keep her spread out for me. Say sputters but makes no move to stop me. With one last look, I lap her pussy from one end to the other, lightly biting on her clit before soothing it with my tongue. Saylor bucks against me, moaning so loudly it’ll be a miracle if every one of the guys isn’t sitting out in the hallway, desperate to hear more. I twist my fingers, stroking her to the point of delirium as my tongue works that bundle of nerves.

“Let go, Say. Come for me.” She writhes beneath me, her muscles tensing as she slaps a hand over her mouth. Her pussy squeezes my fingers and I close my eyes, committing the feel of her orgasm to memory. Precum leaks from my cock, but I pay it no mind. I’m too mesmerized with watching Say fight to catch her breath. As she floats back down, I ease my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, savoring the taste of her release. Her eyes track my every move, but she doesn’t look put off by the action. Quite the opposite, actually.

“God, you taste good.” I groan, grinning at the way her cheeks turn pink. Dropping beside her, I pull her limp and sated body across mine. We’re both sweaty, but neither of us seems to mind. I don’t try to fill the silence, knowing Saylor well enough that talking through what we just did so soon won’t go over well. She’s relaxed, though, and that’s enough for now. I run my fingers down her spine, my eyes heavy with sleep.

“Havok?” Say whispers.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need to tell you something.” She twines our fingers together, squeezing them nervously. That’s not terrifying or anything. I keep quiet, waiting to see what she has to say. “I kissed Kash.” I still, giving my brain a second to catch up.

“You’re mad,” Saylor states, not questions.

“No, not mad,” I tell her honestly. “I’m…not really sure what I’m feeling. Jealousy, maybe? Not that he kissed you, I expected the rat bastard to try at some point. Annoyed he has that first with you.” I tug my lip between my teeth, wishing I could junk punch the little fucker. I’m not oblivious to the way my brothers feel about Say, but it’s an odd situation, no matter how you look at it.

Saylor scoffs. “I hardly think you should be upset that you missed out on a kiss when you just claimed several of my firsts yourself.” Her deadpan tone makes me grin.

“You’re damn right, I did.” I roll so we’re facing one another and place my hand on the back of her head. My hold is possessive because that’s exactly how I feel about this girl. Crazed with the need to claim her. “Your orgasms? Those belong to me now, baby. Maybe my brothers as well, but definitely not to him. When you think of pleasure, that pig-headed fucker won’t even register. You’ll see me in your dirty dreams, Say. Me when you close your eyes and play with yourself. He. Owns. Nothing. All mine, pretty girl. It's all mine.” I slam my mouth to hers, cementing every declaration I made, needing her to understand just how fucking serious I am.

“As for Kash, that’s between you and him. Same for Loch, Ro, and Krew. You call the shots, Say. Always. If you want it, take it, baby. As long as I can have you, too, I’ll learn to live with sharing. Might not be good at it, but for you? I’ll give it a try.” Her stunned blue eyes look at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind, and maybe I have. Watching her fall apart still has me in a dopey state of masculine satisfaction, but I doubt I’ll feel any different come tomorrow. There’s not much I wouldn’t be willing to do make Saylor happy.

“Get some sleep, pretty girl. It’s a problem for another day.” I kiss her forehead, drawing her closer so I can bury my face in her coconut scent.

Truthfully, I hope it’s not a problem at all.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Lochlan

My phone rang just after 4am, the local authorities in Nashville calling to inform me they’ve found personal effects belonging to the missing teenager we’ve been searching for. As much as I was hoping to do this remotely, it’s just not possible. I tossed a few days’ worth of clothes in a bag and went to find Kade, knowing he’d be pissed to leave Saylor. Imagine my surprise when I eased her door open and found the two of them wrapped around each other, her bare ass on display with his hand clamped on her hip possessively.

I stood in the doorway like a fucking statue, my eyes roving over every inch of her exposed flesh like a voyeuristic asshole. But then the guilt crept in and I quickly left them to it. I’m not sure what happened, but it was obvious something had gone down. I’m on my third cup of coffee in the span of two hours, waiting for the rest of the house to wake. I run through a mental checklist after booking our flight, making sure everything’s good on the home front before we have to take off. Anything to take my mind off of Kade and Saylor. If I were a lesser man, I’d send the prick across the country on another job.

Fucking wanker.