Page 44 of Bad for Me

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whispered as my stepfather unbound my arms. I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think, could only sit there and shake, aftershocks of pleasure still racing through me.

My stepfather kissed my hair, then held his hand out to me so I could stand.

I ignored it.

I couldn’t move.

I didn’t want to.

They’d wiped out every thought from my head and I floated in a sea of blissful lassitude, trembling against Gavin’s thighs.

“Fucked the mouth right off of her,” Gavin said proudly.

Corded arms wrapped around me from behind, gently stroking over me as the two men murmured soft praise in my ears.

“Let’s get her clean.”

5

Gavin shucked his clothes off,dropping them on the floor where he stood, revealing tattooed abs that begged for me to drop to my knees and trace them with my tongue. “We’re going to have to burn them anyway,” he muttered when his father looked askance at his mess.

My stepfather shook his head ruefully, then snapped his fingers. “Up, Cari.”

My jaw dropped with outraged surprise as my post-orgasmic daze shattered. “I’m not a puppy.”

The smile that lit up my stepfather’s face took my breath away. “If you don’t obey me, I’ll show you what happens to disobedient little cam girls who don’t do what their daddy says.”

Intrigued, I waited a breath to see what he’d do. He laughed before wrapping long fingers around my arm and hauling me to my feet.

“Come shower, brat.”

Gavin followed us up the stairs and into the large bathroom that took up a third of the second floor. He pushed a button on the wall and the curtains opened, revealing the storm that raged outside the floor to ceiling windows.

Lightning zapped through the sky, lighting up my stepfather’s pale skin as he stripped. Fuck, he was as cut as Gavin, with a light dusting of salt and pepper hair over his chest that trailed down to—my eyes flew to his.

He tugged me against him, then wrapped his fingers around my jaw, angling my head so he could kiss me while my stepbrother turned on the water. This kiss was nothing like the college boys I’d kissed before. It left me breathless as he licked into my mouth, claiming every inch of me for his own, each stroke of his tongue against mine a burning possession. I’d never felt so safe in my entire life as I did right now, wrapped in his powerful arms.

Gavin stepped up behind me, running his fingers up my sides and sliding them between us to cup my breasts. I keened when he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“This is so much fucking better than blackmailing you to suck my cock,” he murmured into the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending shivers of need up and down my spine.

We moved into the shower, and I wasn’t so far gone to lust that I couldn’t appreciate how nice it was, with an enormous glass enclosure, multiple heads, and perfect fucking water pressure.

My stepfather turned me so I faced away from him, and wet my hair, careful to keep the water out of my face. He massaged shampoo into my scalp, and I moaned, it felt so fucking good.

“Keep on making noises like that, princess, and we’re not going to make it out of this shower anytime soon.”

My eyes cut to Gavin’s, and my lips curved up into a soft smile. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

He groaned and brushed his lips over mine, before scrubbing down, rinsing the violence of the night off him. Their gentle touches did nothing to calm the nerves that came with letting two men dick me down, let alone tworelatives.

Confusion swirled through me. I’d obsessed over them, crushed on them, touched myself to thoughts of them, and theyhatedme. What changed? Why did they want me now?

By the time we were clean, I was a horny mess again, whimpering every time our skin brushed, determined to ignore my worries about the future, and enjoy the night, even if that’s all I ever got.

“Such a needy little girl,” my stepfather said as he dried me off with the softest, fluffiest towel I’d ever touched.

Nervous, I let them manhandle me into a bedroom, different from the one I’d filmed myself in. This one had more personality—photos of Gavin, a pile of worn books on the bedside table—it must be my stepfather’s.

---