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I stood up and grabbed the plates, set them at the table, and turned back to serve up the meal. “I think you look lovely in our clothes, dollface. You can raid my drawers anytime.” My wink had her cheeks pink in the next heartbeat, and I had to hold back a chuckle at the way she blushed for us so quickly.
She picked up her fork and fiddled with it before sinking it into the white rice. “I thought I heard a commotion while I was in the laundry room. Is everything okay?”
I held up my hand, which was still a bit red from when I had grabbed the metal handle of the pan without thinking. “I just burned myself a bit, is all. No big deal.”
She dropped her fork and reached over to take my large hand in her small one and straightened my fingers out so she could see the redness for herself. As she fussed over it, a warmth spread through me. Until Ethan and his family, I had never known a soft touch. My family had never cared about me before, other than to call me names. It was more likely that I would catch a fist to the gut or a slap to the face than ever have my mom or dad care if I had hurt myself. Seeing this small woman so concerned over a minor injury was enough to have my heart melt at her feet. I would do anything to protect her. Now and forever.
After a thorough inspection, she finally decided that I was going to live, and we went back to eating. We ate in companionable silence, with the occasional light topic coming up in conversation. Once we finished the meal, she insisted that she clean up, shooing the two of us to the living room to watch whatever game was on the TV.
While she was humming softly in the kitchen, we turned towards each other, and I let Ethan pull me to his side. My emotions were still raw. It would take a bit to settle me. That, or a hard fuck. He knew me well enough to give me what I needed, and my dick grew hard in anticipation. It would be a wild night ahead of us, and I planned to make the most of it. We were going to put on a show for our girl. By the time the night was over, she would be panting, ready to take what she’d know we wanted to give her.
I wasn’t surprised when she walked out of the kitchen and announced that she was going to bed. I hated that she kept thanking us for our hospitality. I wanted her to feel like this was her home, too. As she walked down the hall and out of sight, I clenched my jaw.
Ethan’s hand turned my face towards his. “Come on. Let’s head to our room.” He stood up and clicked the remote, turning off the game that we hadn’t been watching. He stood and held out his hand. I batted it away, the frustration over everything becoming too much for me to accept his more gentle gestures.
“Yeah, let’s go to bed,” I snarled. I stood and pushed past him, stalking down the hall, passing by her closed door.
Fifteen
CASEY
They knew.
I didn’t know how, but they knew. Maybe they had seen it on the news or read it on the internet. Or maybe Ethan had seen it in the search history on his computer. Brent tried to play off the argument I had heard by saying he had burnt his hand, but it was easy to see there was much more to it than that.
I sat cross-legged on the bed and went over my options. Did I stay? Did I go? If I left, I would have to continue running, and I would never find another safe place to land while I waited for the killer to be found. If I stayed, I could be placing these men in danger. It was obvious they would be able to handle the killer if it came down to it. I was sure that with Ethan’s experience as a cop and Brent’s job as a construction worker, they would both be able to protect themselves. Plus, they had each other. Could I allow them to protect me, too?
My mind spun round and round. I knew I wouldn’t be getting any sleep, and that pissed me off. I hated the asshole that had done this to me. I was a twenty-two-year-old woman that had been content with her life. I had friends, a job I enjoyed, and a family that loved me.How dare he take all that away from me.
I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, willing away the pain. I wished, more than anything at that moment, that I could talk to my mother. I wanted her to hold me and smooth my hair down the way she used to when I was a little girl. I wish I had a phone I could call her on. But of course, I couldn’t. I couldn’t put my parents in danger. I feared that neither I, nor anyone I loved, would ever be safe again as long as the Castle Killer was still alive. Even if he were in prison, I would always worry, looking over my shoulder, wondering if he could somehow get to me and finish what he started.
A groan and a loud thump had my eyes flying open. I was ready to bolt from the bed when another groan had me freezing. That wasn’t a groan of pain. Or not completely. There was a lot of desire filling that groan. Were they having sex? I could hear them so much clearer than last night.
My breathing sped up as my mind raced with the possibilities of what they could be doing to each other. What I wanted them to do. I wrestled with my conscience as I considered what to do next. If I left the room to get a drink of water as I had done the night before and just happened to see them fucking each other, that would be their fault for not closing their door all the way, right?
I bit my lip, trying to force my limbs to stay in place, but my curiosity and lust won out. I slowly slipped off the bed and tip-toed to the door, placing my ear against the cold wood while my heart raced in my ribcage with anticipation. I couldn’t make out the sounds I was hearing. It didn’t sound like rhythmic movement the way I would have imagined if one of them were taking the other. Maybe they weren’t going to actually have sex at all.
I slowly turned the doorknob, wincing at the slight squeaking of the metal as it turned. I pulled the door open a crack, but it was impossible to see from the small amount it was open. I would have to actually step into the hallway, taking the chance that they would see me and stop whatever they were doing. I pulled it open further, leaned my torso out, and glanced down the end of the hall to see their door was wide open. My eyes widened with the realization that they weren’t even attempting to protect their privacy.
I could see Brent sitting on the edge of their huge bed, his hand gripping Ethan’s hair tightly as Ethan knelt on the floor. They were both completely naked. Ethan’s back was to me, his muscles on full display, shifting and bunching with his movements. Glancing lower, I could see where his back tapered into a narrow waist, and his naked ass was perched on his feet. From under his ass, I could just make out his heavy balls hanging, swinging from whatever he was doing to Brent. I mean, I knew what he was doing. I wasn’t an idiot. But the movements looked like he was doing more than just giving head to his boyfriend. It looked like he was jacking himself off at the same time.
My skin heated and flushed as I watched, desire pooling in my gut and flaring out to every other part of me. It was a magnificent sight to see. A strong, virile man kneeling in front of another. Brent seemed to shove him down and hold him there by the tight grip he had on his hair, and sloppy gagging noises filled the silence.
Brent let up the pressure, and Ethan’s head came up. He growled something that sounded like ‘fucker’, and Brent chuckled darkly down at him. There was a lamp on in the room, casting shadows at the end of the bed but lighting up enough of the room that I didn’t have to strain to watch.
I felt like the worst kind of peeping tom and was about to back away into my room when the men suddenly stood up. My breath caught, and I hoped that they wouldn’t be able to see me in the darkness of the hallway. At that moment, I couldn’t have moved if I tried. My feet were rooted to the spot as I watched Brent grab Ethan roughly and all but throw him face down over the end of the bed.
Only seconds later, Brent’s shapely ass thrust forward, and Ethan let out a deep, muffled groan. Their actions looked violent, but they both seemed to enjoy every movement, every second of their time together. The one time I had attempted to have sex when I was sixteen was a fumbling mess, neither me nor the guy really knowing what we were doing. The only thing that had stopped us from going all the way was the condom tearing and me becoming so terrified at the potential results of unprotected sex. Our night had ended with me giving the guy a sloppy blowjob and me feeling nauseous from the taste of his sperm when he came into my mouth. I had to jump up from the bed and find the nearest toilet to spit into. It had been traumatizing enough that I hadn’t wanted to repeat it again for quite a while. Unfortunately, any dating I had done after high school hadn’t produced enough desire to want to go home with the guy.
But these two were obviously in sync with each other. They looked like they were performing a choreographed dance. As rough as it looked, they weren’t hurting each other. From the grunts and moans they were making, it sounded like they were enjoying every second.
Without realizing it, I had slowly crept down the dark hallway, inching my way closer for a better view. I stopped several feet from their door, plastering myself to the wall, and tried to regulate my breathing. I felt wet and achy, wanting to touch myself as I watched. I wantedthemto touch me. I would have thought their roughness would be a turn off; instead, it drove my hunger higher until I finally slipped my fingers into the waistband of my loose shorts hidden underneath the t-shirt I had stolen from the basket full of clean clothes I had found in the laundry room earlier.
I bit my lip hard to hold in my gasp as my fingertip made contact with my throbbing clit. I watched as Brent’s muscular ass pounded into Ethan’s. I started moving my finger to the same rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke. The pace was making me ready to come faster than I had ever come before.
I watched in fascination as Brent let go of one of Ethan’s hips and reached underneath his abs. His arm muscles tensed and flexed with his movements. My fantasies had me thinking of ways that I could take care of Ethan as Brent fucked him. The thought of tasting him made my mouth water, and I knew that if given the chance, I would take him there. I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle it better than I had before, but I was willing to give it a try.
Brent’s hips started losing their rhythm, and I watched, fascinated, as he got closer to coming. I knew I would fall over the edge as soon as he did. My legs were shaking, and my breaths were heaving with shallow, quiet pants, trying my hardest to hold off from the orgasm that was barreling down on me hard and fast.
