Page 42 of Better Watch Out

“I can’t. I need…you have to give me time to process all of this,” I argue, shoving to my feet. Reaching up I rub my hands over my arms that are bare under my t-shirt, feeling cold even in the warmth of the house. “You can’t expect me to just be okay with it just like that. The two of youkilledthem!”

“We did more than kill them.” Boone stalks closer to me, eyes never leaving my face. Their room isn’t much brighter than the living room, but at least they have the moonlight filtering in and the glow of a color-changing lamp by Fletcher’s laptop on the desk. “We made them hurt and cry and beg. If you’d just watch the video, you’d get to see how they all tell you they’re sorry. They beg for your forgiveness, they promise to do all sorts of things to make it up to you.”

When he moves, I do as well; darting to the side only for him to grab me and yank my back against his chest. “No, no, no,” he murmurs. “You can figure it out right here with us, snow bunny. You’re not running away from us this time, okay? Not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

“You’re killers.” I still can’t quite move past that fact. “What if you decideI’mthe problem next? That you don’t really love me, or?—”

Faster than I can register, Fletcher is suddenly in front of me, his fingers closing around my throat and cutting off my words. “Don’t you dare,” he whispers. “That’ll never happen, Conor. Notever.You’ve been ours since Cheryl met your dad. You just didn’t know it. We’ll never kill you. Never hurt you more than you deserve.” A small, amused smirk twitches at his lips. “And never more than you can handle.”

“Let us show you, okay?” Boone’s voice is so soft, so sweet in my ear. “All you gotta do is let us show you how much we love you. How much you mean to us. And then if you still want to escape”—he shrugs—“we can talk about it, okay?”

That doesn’t sound very reassuring. At least not as much as I’m sure Boone intends it to be. “You promise that’ll never be me?” I force myself to ask, barely breathing as I wait for their answer.

Fletcher moves his hands as Boone clutches me more tightly to him, giving his brother the time to skim his fingers up mythroat until he’s the one cradling my face in his long-fingered hands. “It willneverbe you,” he tells me, eyes holding mine in the darkness. “Though it might beforyou, if anything happens to hurt you.”

The feeling that flares to life in my chest is strange and unwelcome…because it isn’tquitefear. And it makes me question my own fucked up self.

But thankfully Boone isn’t content to let me have an existential crisis on his watch. He grips my shirt in his hands, wasting no time in yanking it over my head. My shorts are next, and I can barely step out of them before he’s shoving me back down to the bed.

My body tenses as I roll over to look up at them, heart in my throat. But this time they don’t stand there, fully clothed, to make me feel vulnerable.

Instead, Boone twines around Fletcher, and lets the blond yank him into a filthy, consuming kiss. Boone moans into it, leaning his weight against his brother. But Fletcher isn’t so patient. He shoves at Boone’s clothes, dragging off his shirt and joggers until he’s just as naked as me.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him like this since we got here, though it shocks me to realize it. Both other times I’d been the only one without clothes, which I figure was the point. It was a power play of sorts, and it always had the intended effect of making me feel like the only vulnerable one in the room.

“Go keep your darling sister company,” Fletcher purrs, shoving Boone away with a quick nip to his lips.

Boone doesn’t argue or hesitate. He sinks down onto the bed, crawling toward me with purpose and intent in his dark eyes. Once he reaches me, Boone reaches out and shoves me back on the bed, holding himself over me as I stare up at him.

Fuck, he really is gorgeous. And so is Fletcher, I add to myself, once he lowers himself to the bed as well and showshe’s also pulled off what he’d been wearing. Just like I expected, Boone is more muscular than the blond, though it isn’t by a lot. With tanner skin and a smattering of freckles on his back, he looks like he’s made for the outdoors and the sun.

Fletcher just looks like he was made to belookedat in general. Like he’d shine in any light, but could be outdone by Boone in certain aspects.

They’re perfect. Matched in every way and more gorgeous than they have any right to be, given what they are.

“Look at you, beautiful girl.” Fletcher reaches out, curling his hand around my throat. “You don’t need clothes or lights or makeup. You were made for us, you know that?”

I don’t know how to respond to his praise, and I’m too busy watching BooneBoone kneel between my thighs with nervous anticipation to even try to come up with an answer.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since we got here,” he admits, reaching out to press his fingers to my hips. “You don’t understand how much I’ve beendyingfor this. I hadn’t even told him.” He nods to Fletcher, who snorts softly.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to tell me.” With his hand still on my throat, Fletcher reaches out, cupping my folds and causing me to gasp. “I can see your mouth water anytime she walks by. So come on, Boone. Don’t you want to taste your precious snow bunny?” Holding me down by my throat he slides his fingers down to part my folds for Boone.

“Fuck,” Boone groans, raking his fingers through his hair. “In case no one has ever told you this, you have such a pretty pussy, Conor.”

“You cannot say shit like that.” I finally find my voice, and I writhe in Fletcher’s hold, toes curling against the bed as my knees press to Boone’s hips. “And you can’tmeanit.”

“I can’t?” Boone leans down, and licks a line up to my navel. “Why can’t I, hmm? Are you in my head when my mouth watersto get a taste of you? Or when I imagine you coming just from my mouth? Don’t tell me what I can or can’t mean, pretty girl.” His arms slip under my hips, anchoring me securely in place. Fletcher keeps his hand where it is as well, and Boone’s grin widens.

“Because this is the best Christmas present I could ever get from you.” Without another word he licks up my slit, causing me to yelp at the sudden feeling of it. My hips move to jerk upward, but that’s not happening; not with how tightly he holds me. He licks me again, and again, each time only teasing my clit for the barest of moments.

“You must taste good for him.” Fletcher’s chuckle is low and rough. He moves to lie down beside me, his fingers leaving my sex to skim up my body. “And I don’t mind letting him indulge. After all, there’s so much of you for me to play with.” He cups my breast in his hand, thumb flicking over my nipple.

I open my mouth to say something, but Boone takes that moment to lap at my clit, tongue finally giving me the attention I crave where I want it most. My yelp replaces any words that might have come out of my mouth, and my thighs clench around him. It takes me that long to realize my arms are free, and immediately my hand flies down, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Fuck, Boone?—”

“That’s right, snow bunny,” he hums. “You can pull my hair however you want while I eat your pretty pussy. You can’t hurt me.” As if to make his point he shoves his face against me, tonguing my clit rougher than before.