Page 51 of Love You To Pieces

I can’t help but squirm, just to see, just to find out if I can get away. But that only makes my body grind against Fox’s, and I can feel his shudder going through him.

“You really think we’re that stupid?” Deacon purrs in my ear and delivers a sharp nip to its ridge. “You think we didn’t know you took that knife? He didn’t think you’d touch it. Not with where it was. He didn’t think you had it in you, but I know better. You know why, Sadie-Rae?”

I shake my head, bewildered and floored by this new information.

It was all a trap from the beginning.

I never stood a fucking chance at making this work.

Something in me seems to crack, just a little. Every step I take, Deacon and Fox are two steps ahead of me. Every plan I come up with, they’ve already outdone me and planned for the outcome.

“Because you’re like a cornered coyote,” he goes on, though I’m only half listening. “Showing your teeth even when your heart beats fast like a rabbit’s. You made my lover bleed. You have fucking balls, little darling⁠—”

“Why?” I demand suddenly, cutting him off. “I don’t get it. Why an-and how? I’m careful! I’ve been so fucking careful and I’ve tried everything! I’ve done everything right!” My words grow in volume as I grip Fox’s biceps like lifelines, and the sheriff gives me a quizzical, almost concerned look.

“So why can’t I get away?”

“Oh, Sadie…” Fox’s look softens. “Oh poor little thing.”

“Little prey,” Deacon coos in my ear. He drags me back against him so my ass meets his hips, and he grinds against me so I can feel his arousal. “Oh, baby, the answer is simple. So simple, and yet you don’t see it, do you?”

Numbly, I shake my head, looking up at Fox when he cups my face in his hands and smiles the sweet, dark smile of a predator lying to his next meal.

“It would never work because you’re already ours,” he murmurs, his lips close to mine. “There’s nowhere to go, Sadie. Nowhere to be…”

Deacon’s teeth find the shell of my ear again. “Except right here with us.”

Fox kisses me, though this time it’s less sweet. There’s a hunger in his kiss that stuns me which allows Deacon to easily shift me around to slip my bra off my shoulders and drop it somewhere else in the room. My mind can barely keep up with all the sensations, and it feels like playing whack-a-mole as I try to catalogue where their hands and mouths are.

Fox cups my face, then wraps his fingers around my throat like they belong there, though he doesn’t cut off my air. His kisses don’t stop, and he holds me in place as Deacon explores my body with soft fingers and softer whispers that don’t quite make sense to my ringing ears, though the meaning of the words gets through easily enough. Somehow, even though Fox is still kissing me, I end up naked between them, no longer wearing even my borrowed sweatpants.

“You’re going to have to do better to make this up to my brother,” Deacon whispers in my ear. “But don’t worry, Sadie-Rae. I know you’re a little distracted right now. I can help you.” He moves, though I’m not sure what he’s doing until he grips my hips, jerking me backward on the bed untilI collapse on my elbows, face at hip level for Fox.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Fox murmurs, his hand back in my hair. He doesn’t ask, but he doesn’t really force, either. He just tangles his fingers in the blonde strands and moves until the comforter is no longer covering him, and he’s sitting on his knees in front of me in all his naked, aroused glory.

Fuck, I think to myself. He really is gorgeous. Every bit of him, from the hard lines of his body, the trail of hair leading down his navel, and finally to the curve of his cock that he palms in his free hand, thigh spread like an invitation.

“I don’t know…” I try to push myself up, only for him to guide me back down, his hand gentle in my hair.

“Tell me to stop,” he invites, though he’s already pulling my face closer, until my lips are just above his cock. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me and my brother to fuck off, and you can go back to your room where we’ll take your knife and lock you in.”

“Gonna take those fuckin’ clothes, too,” Deacon grumbles from behind me, still grasping my hips. “Maybe you’ll be too anxious to scurry around the house at night without anything to wear.” He gives my thigh a little swat, making me yelp, but I can’t even glare at him with my head held here, only inches from where Fox wants me.

They mean it, I think to myself. They really will stop…probably. But I know it means pissing them off, getting locked back in that room, and losing whatever chance I have of smoothing this over.

That’s all this is.

I’m just playing my part, making sure I can stay on their good side. Well, Fox’s good side. I’m not sure Deacon has one.

I’m almost able to convince myself of that when I let Fox guide me forward, mouth opening until his tip brushes against my bottom lip. He lets me take my time. Lets me run my tongue up the underside of his shaft, causing him to shudder, while I try not to focus on how exposed I am for Deacon behind me. It’s hard not to think about, with his fingers running up and down my hips, but I sort of manage once Fox’s cock presses against my tongue and spreads my lips wide.

He’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever done this with before. I move slowly, taking him deeper, bobbing my head as he holds my hair to keep it out of my face. Bracing myself on one arm, I lift the other slowly to wrap my fingers around his cock, and he sighs in approval at that, flexing the muscles in his thighs.

Still, I take my time. Careful and hesitant, until the head of his cock bumps the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow around it.

“Good girl,” he praises breathily. “Such a sweet, perfect girl.”

“You really are so easy,” Deacon snickers. “All she has to do is look up at you with those sad eyes and get her mouth on you, and you’re ready to give her the deed to the house, aren’t you?” His hands smooth down my thighs, and I can hear him moving, doing something behind me that would make me tense if I wasn’t already in a very compromising predicament.