Page 186 of Tangled up in You

“I’m going to bed. Everyone get some sleep we leave at five.” Cas bursts from his chair and marches out of the room. I close my eyes and pretend to nod off, which isn’t too difficult being in Quinn’s arms. He and Finn are twins but not the identical kind. Quinn is six-four, with black hair and green eyes, while Finn looks like he came from two entirely different parents. He stands six feet, with blond hair and chocolate eyes. What is so weird is that they don’t look like either of their parents, who both have brown hair and blue eyes. Genes are weird.

“This is going to be way too much fun,” Quinn says softly, the sound vibrating under my ear.

“You’re playing with fire, bro,” Finn responds.

“So what if I am? He can’t growl and stake a claim to something he refuses to take.”

My heart pounds harder. It seems like they are talking about me, and I hold perfectly still, taking long, deep breaths as I feign sleep and pray they continue talking.

“What are you going to do if he does,” Koa asks. He’s always the voice of reason whenever the guys argue, which happens frequently over creative ideas.

“I’m not above sharing,” Quinn says before the subject changes, but I can’t stop thinking about it. He isn’t above sharing? If they are talking about me, and I’m pretty sure theyare, does that mean he’s okay being with me and Cas? I’ve never contemplated that before, but now my imagination has a whole new fantasy.

I wiggle on my comfortable bed of Quinn and make sure he can’t see me smirk as he runs his hand along my leg. Maybe it can be more than Cas and Quinn. What if I can have them all? Even for a single night of bliss that I’ll be able to look back on with a smile on my face.

Once I’m positive they aren’t talking about me anymore, I let sleep take me.

Caspian

You have got to be kidding me. I stomp around my room, hands in fists and my temper ready to put it through the wall. Quinn…really? Grabbing my phone, I flick through all my contacts one last time to make sure I don’t forget about anyone who can take Ryver’s spot.

No one. Not a single fucking person who can step in. At least no one good enough or someone we won’t want to kill by the end of six months on the road. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I lean forward and hold my head in my hands. Six months…six long months.

Why is it so impossible to get my shit under control when it comes to her? I’m no slouch when it comes to dating. I party with the best of them. I wake up with three or four people and never bat an eyelash or crave their touch again.

Fucking Ry wraps her arms around my neck, and I’m ready to blow a fucking load in my jeans. Maybe it’s the whole forbidden thing and the fact that she is the one girl who could dissolve my friendship with Seth. His sister is off limits, and hemakes that clear to all of us. Under no uncertain terms is anyone in the band to stick their dick in his sister, or he’ll cut our cocks off our body.

I’ve managed to keep my promise and my word, but this…this feels like she’s testing me, pushing me to cross lines. Her looks are teasing, but under it is lust. Why can’t she understand that I want to but just can’t?

Sitting here isn’t helping. I quickly shower and pack all my final items into my duffel bag, zipping it tight. Settling down on the bed, I will myself to get some sleep. Morning will be here far too soon, and we’ll have eight hours on the road without stopping before we get to our destination. After going over my packing list one last time in my head, sleep finally tugs me down.

I groan softlyas I push my hips up into my hand. Ry is stroking me. Her sweet scent of cherries and something like cotton candy tickles my nose, and I lick my lips. I regret not jerking off in the shower because now I’m aching from head to toe, and all I can picture is spreading Ry open instead of using my hand.

God, I can even feel her. The warmth of her soft skin soaking into me as I run my hands along her body…. Wait a minute…my hand isn’t on my cock. Just then, a hot, wet mouth swallows me down. Oh no.

I whip off the blanket, and even though it’s still dark out and there is very little light shining in my room, I can clearly make out Ry’s ass in my face. Her mouth is steadily bobbing on my aching shaft, ready to send me into a whole fucking new universe with the pent-up need.

“Ry…what the fuck are you doing,” I ask in a harsh whisper.

The sucking stops, and I grab her hips, ready to toss her off me, but instead, my arms shake and betray me as I hold on tight.

“What does it feel like I’m doing,” she sasses back, her hand still teasing me with each stroke. My brain, now fully online, is quickly short-circuiting with the intense pleasure.

“You can’t be in here, and we can’t be doing this,” I say, and go to push myself up since touching her is a bad idea. But that only makes things worse as she slides back with me, and I end up with my nose an inch away from her pussy. She is so close I can make out every detail, right down to the birthmark on the inside of her thigh and the glistening of her arousal.

“Just go with it, Cas. I’m taking what I want, and no one is going to know, especially not my brother.” I lick my bottom lip as she wiggles her ass in front of my face like a fucking red flag. “I promise this stays between us.”

“It can never happen again.” I can’t believe I’m contemplating doing this.

“Lick it, Cas. I want you to lick my pussy. I dream of you doing it.” My body shudders. “Please make me come, Cas. I’m so horny, I need it. I need you.”

Please, dear God, let this be an erotic dream because I’m just not strong enough to say no. Wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back so she is on my face, I dig into the pussy I’ve been dying to get a taste of for years.

“Oh Cas…fuck…yes,” Ry moans.

The nagging voice in the back of my mind, constantly screaming and waving away the idea of doing this, is annoyingly quiet. Of all the times I need that fucking voice, it’s right now, but it stays silent. Giving up and swirling my tongue around, I eat up the moans that are now vibrating down my shaft. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I don’t miss a single spot, and the more I make her wiggle, the better.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” Each word that Ry says is accentuated and husky, but it’s not enough. Anything short of her losing control and coming on my face before she makes me blow my load is a failure. Her mouth is bobbing faster, and my body is tensing, getting ready for the release that I’m fighting off with every ounce of strength.

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