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As if Rys knew what she was doing, he slipped his hand under her left knee and lifted it, bringing it over his thighs. She was spread open, wet, and wanting William with a ferocity. William quickly pulled away to roll a condom on, and then he was right back beside her, cupping her face and deepening the kiss. Curving her pelvis forward, she placed the tip of him at her entrance. He pushed forward, all the while kissing her.
He spread her wide as he thrust inch after big inch into her. When he was fully seated in her body, he sighed against her mouth. She clenched around him, and his whole body shook from it.
“Janey.” He ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth, touching every single part of her. He started to move then, in and out, slow and easy. He didn’t rush, just continued the maddeningly slow motions that were driving her toward the brink once again. Rys stroked her arm, up and down. He seemed different now, not as aggressive. Maybe he knew William liked things slow and easy? His lips skimmed her shoulder, his warm breath reminding her that she was between them.
Breaking the kiss, William panted against her mouth. “I never felt anything as good as you.” His hips started moving a little faster. It wasn’t the fast and hard coupling Rys had shown her. The twins might look identical, but they were different in so many other ways. She gripped William’s shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. He hissed, but she could tell it was from pleasure and not pain. She lifted her hips as much as she could in her position. His shaft slid another inch into her. They both groaned.
“I’m so close. So. Close.” Breathing out, she closed her eyes and let herself feel every hard inch of him filling her. He felt like Rys but he didn’t. It was surreal. Rys continued to stroke her body almost innocently, but she should have known that wasn’t going to last. His hand landed on her bottom, squeezing the flesh, massaging it.
Just when she thought that was all he was going to do, he parted her cheeks and slipped his finger between them. That first feeling of his finger running over her anus had her tensing.
“Shhh, baby. Just let it happen.” He moved the digit back and forth over the puckered hole, getting her used to the feeling of him back there. “It’s okay, Jane. We aren’t going to do this tonight.” He kissed the area between her shoulders. “But we will soon, baby.” With that, he pushed his finger into her ass. It was lubed from her juices sliding between her cheeks, so his movements were easy, slick. Rys added a second finger and, coupled with William’s cock inside of her, she came again. This orgasm wasn’t as maddening, but it held something much more powerful and seemed to go on forever.
“That’s it, sweetheart. God, you feel so damn good. So. Fucking. Good.” Another series of smaller contractions went off inside her at hearing William swear. It was so unlike him, but it suited him well. He pumped into her once, twice, and on the last time, he buried himself completely inside her and ran his cheek against the side of her throat.
He groaned long and loud, emptying himself inside of her. Rys continued to pump his fingers in her ass, and she knew that when she finally did take both of them at once, it would be the most intense thing she ever felt.
Chapter 13
“You stupid girl.” The sound of his voice, gravelly like he hadn’t slept in days, sent chills racing up her spine. The smell of liquor on him was so strong that bile rose in Jane’s throat. He stumbled toward her, and she took a step back. Why didn’t she go with Rys and William when they asked her to go to the field party at Mark Henry’s house? She was stupid for letting her father treat her and her mother like this.
“You tell me where your mama is.” When she didn’t answer fast enough, his face turned a bright shade of red, and he took another step toward her. Since she was five years old—well, that was as far back as she could remember—Charles Silver had been one mean asshole. Going out and binge drinking and then coming home and beating on his wife and daughter were a few of his favorite past times.
She was seventeen. All she needed was one more year, and she could leave, start somewhere fresh, but even as that thought passed through her mind, she knew damn well she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Did you hear me, girl?” His voice rose in his drunken stupor. She didn’t answer though. Jane knew her mother was at the church flea market, one of the only places in town where her mother didn't feel like she was being judged. Her mom would be there long into the night, as she would help with take down as well, but Jane would not be telling her father that. The bastard had been gone for two days.
He hadn’t called or anything, just left the day before yesterday and was just now stumbling in. She was sick and tired of having to hide the bruises he inflicted. It wasn’t like their town didn’t know what was going on behind their shitty closed doors. They were the white trash of Ecstasy, the family everyone talked about. She didn’t care though, not really. As long as she had the Holden twins, everything would be okay; at least that’s what she kept telling herself.
“And why would I tell you anything? You’ve been gone for two days, and when you do decide to come home, you’re drunk.” She could have slapped herself for the things that just came out of her mouth. A look of surprise crossed his face, but then pure rage settled in its place.
“What did you just say?” His voice was low and slurred, but there was no mistaking the raw anger that came through in those words. She was smart enough to keep her mouth shut this time. “Well?” His voice boomed around her, and she jumped from the force of it.
He was close enough that the stench of the whiskey he drank seeped into her pores. His hand came up quicker than she could anticipate, and the force of his slap made her head whip to the side. She immediately tasted blood, and she knew it was from the ring he wore.
“You would think, after all these years, you would learn to keep your damn mouth shut.” She shrank away from him when she saw him take a step back. It would only escalate from here. She needed to just get away from him and let him sleep off his intoxication.
She quickly headed for the front door, but he grabbed her arm in a bruising grip. Crying out, Jane tried to twist out of his hold, but he was like a pit bull and tightened his hand. His laugh was sickening, and she felt her stomach knot. Why in the hell she let this go on was beyond her. She should have told someone, said something to the police, but then again, if the whole town knew what an abusive drunk Charles Silver was and still didn’t do anything to stop him, what was the point of saying anything?
He spun her around and backhanded her. She could feel blood drip down her chin, knew he had busted her lip open once again. It was going to be a lot harder to hide these marks. What the hell was the point? Maybe if she walked around with the proof of her home life, someone would take notice and stop him. As it was, her father was far too strong, and Jane and her mother were at his mercy.
“Tell me, you fucking little brat!” Spittle ran down his chin, and she had no doubt the majority of that was alcohol. “Your mama owes me some money, and I intend to collect.”
The only thing her mother owed her dad was a swift kick to his balls. The dirtbag took every dime her mother brought home from the church flea markets and bake sales. It was hard enough supporting just the two of them on the little money Jane made working at the drive-in on the weekends and after school, but when her father took her mother’s paycheck, he was hurting them when he wasn’t even around.
Jane’s bottom hit the end table, and she reached back to steady herself. He had yet to let go of her arm, and she felt her hand tingle from the restricted blood flow. Her hand brushed against the base of the lamp, and she grabbed it. If she didn’t get away, there might never be a next time for her. Swinging her arm out, she slammed the base against the side of his head. For a moment, all he did was blink down at her, and then a line of blood started to make a path down his temple. Bile rose in her throat, and she dropped the lamp.
Oh, God. What have I done? His grip loosened right before he slumped to his knees, his hands going to his head. He started making incoherent noises before looking back up to her.
“You’re going to wish you never did that, Jane.”
Her heart was beating frantically, and she took off. That was not her father, not anymore. He was cruel and evil, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Running as fast as her legs would carry her, she went to the only two people she ever could when shit hit the fan. She knew her mother would be okay for a long while, so her safety wasn’t a concern at the moment. Her father wouldn’t know where to look for her, and even if he did find her, he wouldn’t instigate anything in front of others. He was a drunk, but he was a smart drunk.
Mark Henry’s house was only about a mile down the road, not in the wealthy part of town certainly, but not in the rundown ghetto part where she resided. She had no shoes on, and her feet were already cut up, but she had to keep running, had to get away. She had to get to Rys and William.
Chapter 14
Jane sat up with her heart in her throat and sweat coating her body. The dream was intense and so very realistic. She could still smell her father’s liquor-laced breath. She had fallen asleep after she had sex with Rys and William. Oh, God. I slept with Rys and William. Through the window, she could see the sun sinking.
