The thing about Killer is that he never learned the right way to be with a woman. A long string of hookers, pre-game bimbos, and unconscious girls has completely stunted this guy. He doesn’t like having to work for it—having to consider someone else. For her, I’m betting he’d try, but he wouldn’t know where to start.
I know the suggestion probably irks him, so the utter silence coming from behind me is a testament to how badly he must want it. “You know I wouldn’t let him hurt you,” I say, pressing my thumb into her swollen clit. Her fingers tighten in my shirt. “Not unless you like it. You do, don’t you? Sometimes you like it.”
Her throat bobs with a hard swallow, eyes falling closed. “Sometimes,” she breathes. “A little.”
“Okay.” That, we can work with. Still, when I take my hand out of her pants, she sort of… tips over, chasing it. I steady her, turning us around to Killian.
He looks unimpressed. “What, you’re going to be our sex referee?”
“You’re too good for it?” Calmly, I lay out the options. “Because you could stay here and fuck this out of your systems like adults, or you can go back to bickering all the time and jacking your dick in an empty bed. Your call.”
Killer was never going to turn this down, and he doesn’t bother making noises about it now. He just looks away, inhaling hard. “Fine,” he grinds out, nostrils flaring.
Oh yeah, I’m sure this is such a burden. Killian Payne is a giver.
I slide behind Story, leaning down to say, “Go kiss him.”
She stiffens beneath the hands I’m resting on her shoulders, moving jerkily when I give her a nudge. She approaches him stiffly, looking anywhere but at his face. He’s not much better, flexing his fists and pulling himself to his full height. Always trying to intimidate. There’s a second where she stops in front of him but no one makes a move, and I’m rolling my eyes because I can be a sex referee, but if they need help kissing, then I might as well just fuck her myself.
I know it’s bad when Killer makes the first move, puffing this sharp, irritated breath before ducking down to smash their mouths together. He raises a hand and fists the back of her hair, yanking her head back.
I step in, tugging his wrist away. “Easy, easy. You don’t have to hold her down. She’s a sure thing, brother.”
So he abandons her hair just to grasp at her ass, yanking her up against his body. From this vantage, I can see the way he’s kissing her. It’s so aggressive and imposing that I can’t even catch a peek of tongue. He’s just absolutely dominating her mouth. Because of this proximity, I can see the exact moment he pulls back, nipping hard at her lip.
She hisses, jolting away. “Ow! He bit me!”
Killian licks the sharp point of his canine tooth, eyes dark and hard. “Oops.”
I shove his shoulder. “Unnecessary roughness, dickwad. I think that deserves a penalty.”
“So help me god,” Killian says, rolling his eyes heavenward, “if you keep on with the referee stuff, I’m going to strangle you with the cord of a whistle.”
Ignoring him, I push my hands under Story’s shirt, working it off. She lifts her arms, letting me slide it away, and when I undo the clasp on her bra, Killian’s mouth loses some of that arrogant slant. His eyes drop, taking in her soft, bare tits. I’m the one to touch them, though. I stand behind her and cover them with my palms, feeling the pebble of her nipples as I massage.
She looks enticing like this, standing out here in the open. I let Killer watch as I squeeze her tits, feeling my cock harden at the way we must look. “You’re going to come with me over here.” I guide her to the couch, pulling her down in my lap, the pressure of her ass against my cock making me twitch. “And you,” I say to Killian, “are going to lick her twat until she’s nonverbal.”
He watches with this dumb expression on his face as I carefully slide Story’s pants down her legs, exposing her fully. I know Killer and Rath think I must be going crazy, not having gotten any in so long. They’re right, of course, but I was honest before. Story is a sure thing. I know she is.
She’s still shaving her pussy.
It’s nowhere in the new contract. She’s free to keep her pussy any way she likes it, but she’s kept it the way we like it. Yeah, I’m going to get mine. I can be patient.
Probably.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask him, pulling her hair to the side and pressing a kiss into the soft spot below her ear. I watch as he takes her in, the naked swath of soft, supple flesh waiting in my lap. I don’t know if Story gets as much out of being watched as I do, but I know when she’s hamming it up, and when she tilts her head, the writhe of her hips pulling a quiet grunt from my throat, I know her eyes are on her brother. Teasing.