Page 78 of Backfire
“No. I d—”
Reese made me eat my words by hitting that spot again. This time with more force. And he didn’t stop there. He did it again and again until my fingers were lost in Devlin’s hair, pulling on his scalp.
Somewhere hidden in the clouded haze of pleasure that filled my brain, was a series of masculine grunts followed by something warm and wet landing on my skin.
When I came down, I realized I wasn’t the only one to orgasm. Evidence of Reese’s and Devlin’s release was sliding down my thigh and over my breasts. I was too tired to move, let alone say anything.
So I lay there while one of them cleaned me up. I didn’t even argue when they tucked me in between them. I just yawned and let myself fall into the peaceful bliss of slumber.
This was the most fucked up step-sibling or teacher/student relationship I’d seen.
Waking up smashed between two men was kind of like sneaking into a sleeping bear’s cave. Except the bears were warm, smooth, smelled good, and they were hungry for something other than food. Plus, there was a high probability that if one woke up, I’d wind up finding myself face down and bent over.
So, I stayed as still as I could, and watched their chest rise and fall.
It was kind of like the game I used to play with Charmaine. We’d duck in a dark place and be as quiet as we could. If I won, I got ice cream. Given what I knew now about my mother’s mental state it probably wasn’t meant to be as fun as I thought it was, but she made it seem that way.
Just because I didn’t have the same parental things as other kids didn’t mean I wasn’t loved.
Maybe I wasn’t destined for normalcy. If my current predicament didn’t prove that; I didn’t know what would. How many other girls would wake up as the filling in a teacher-stepbrother sandwich? Isla would lose her damn mind. Why wasn’t I losing my mind?
I should be freaking out right now. Let’s face it, I didn’t want what happened last night, yet Devlin took it, anyway. Then Reese joined in, and both of them acted as if that was a normal everyday occurrence. Who knows, maybe it was? Maybe the two of them got off on toying with girls. That didn’t mean they had to pull me into their bullshit.
“Assholes.” I clamped my hand over my mouth.
Damnit! Keep quiet, Sydney.
I sucked in all my oxygen and listened to the steady breaths coming from Reese, while Devlin’s chest rose and fell in a similar beat. Neither one of them seemed to be awake. Phew.
Though it was a bit disturbing how in sync they were. Devlin’s ribs would expand, while Reese’s deflated and vice versa. At one point, I started counting the seconds between their breaths to see if there was a flaw in their pattern.
There wasn’t.
It was as even as a mathematical rhythm. There was exactly one point five seconds between the time Devlin inhaled and Reese exhaled. It was strange to notice something like that in two men who were very different.
From what I’d seen, Reese was a pretty happy guy. Everything about him seemed pretty light, including his hair and eyes. Whereas Devlin was just dark. Was Reese the yin to Devlin’s yang?
Even the way they slept was opposite. Devlin was on his back, and Reese was a cuddler. His left leg was entwined in my right one, while his arm was threaded around my waist, firmly holding me against him.
Then again, Devlin got agitated when I moved my head off his chest. So maybe he was a cuddler, too. Just in a different way. Kind of like Charmaine’s motherly love. Not everyone would see the sweetness in her actions, but I did.
Did I see sweetness in Devlin and Reese’s actions?
Nah, fuck that. They were assholes.
So why wasn’t I moving out of this awkward position?
Almost as if he heard my thoughts, Reese grumbled and tucked my body tighter against him. The feel of a steel rod pressing up against my ass was enough to remind me that waking them up wasn’t worth the risk. Add in the twitch under the blanket covering Devlin’s hip, and I had a pretty good idea what would happen.
Erections were not part of my ideal morning plan. Especially not with the way my core was aching. I’d flat out ignore the hard-on I was currently having a stare down with, if I could move my head off Devlin’s damn chest. Every time I shifted in the slightest, Devlin’s arm flexed, which, considering that’s where Reese’s head was, was not a good thing.
I blew out a defeated sigh.
Fuck my life.
My small frame was literally swallowed up by walls of muscles. Both of which radiated heat like a motherfucker. I now knew what a teddy bear felt like. At least it was warm. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to pee.
Should I stab them? That pen had to still be around here somewhere.
