Page 43 of Cedar Edge
My mouth goes dry when I see him pull his dick free of his pants. The light hits the metal decorating its head just right before Logan is bending down and swallowing it. Ace lets out a long moan at the same time I do. Logan’s eyes lock with mine as he bobs up and down in a slow rhythmic motion. I start to rock my hips in time with the movement.
“Did I say you get fuck yourself on his cock?” My eyes jump to Ace who still refuses to look at me and just keeps watching Logan. “You can sit right there, keeping him warm while he finishes me.”
My mouth drops open in shock at his words, “What the fuck Ace?” I snap.
Ace finally looks at me, raising an eyebrow as he does. “This is your punishment for last night.” My face flames with embarrassment. I try to think of a way to apologize for everything without ruining the moment for him and Logan. “I’m not talking about you drinking, or even puking on me. I’m talking about the very last thing you said.”
I wrack my brain trying to figure out what he is talking about but my mind is blank, the alcohol claiming the memories. Logan groans as Ace shoves his cock further down his throat, gagging him repeatedly. His cock jerks inside me and I bite my lip to hold back the moan it’s trying to pull from me.
“Good boy princess. You suck my cock so good.” He thrusts over and over until he’s suddenly dragging Logan’s head off his cock and aiming it at the spot we are joined. He uses his fist topump his cock a few more times before jets of cum flow over my pussy and Logan’s cock still shoved inside me.
“Oh shit.” Logan moans. Ace doesn’t waste time before his hand is dipping down and smearing his release into us, taking special care to rub my clit over and over. “Fuck Ace you should feel her pussy clenching me, you are turning her on so much.”
Ace smirks. “Is that right Cricket? Is your stepbrother’s cum all over your pussy making you want to cum?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “It feels so fucking good.” He picks up the tempo and Logan’s hips start to shift back and forth, his cock thrusting into me in short bursts. My orgasm is on the edge, my body tense and poised to let go.
“Tell me when she’s close, Lo.” He demands.
Logan grunts, his hips snapping upward. “She’s squeezing me so good, fuck. Sir, can I fill her up? I need to cum again. Please sir?”
Ace looks me in the eyes. “Cum inside her princess. Now.”
I feel Logan’s cock jerk over and over. The feeling sends me just about over the edge before Ace drags his hand away from my clit abruptly and hoists me off Logan's cock.
“NO!” I sob as my orgasm vanishes. “What the fuck?!”
Ace drops me onto the chair I was previously occupying and leans in close to me. “Next time you talk about killing yourself, drunk or not, I will make this punishment look like a reward.” His words pull the drunk memory from wherever it was hidden and I’m filled with immediate regret at admitting I wouldn’t let Royce take me alive. “The next time you want to cum will be when I say you can, and when I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
When Ace pulls back from me I use the distance to push to a stand and flee inside. The anger, and arousal and shame all burning together until I’m unable to identify which is which. I allow my body to guide me to the room I use when I needspace, slamming the door and engaging the lock behind me. For a brief moment I think about finishing what they started as I feel Logan’s cum slide down my leg. And yet, much to my own shock, I instead get into a cold shower and curse my stepbrother over and over again.
Logan and Ace had been long gone by the time I got out of the shower. Which had kept me calm and collected for all of an hour before I was twitchy and in need of relief. I had already cleaned, worked on the puzzle Law had left out the other day, and re-organized Ace’s closet to spite him. And now I was back to the relentless buzzing under my skin.
Letting out a frustrated huff I drop the book I was attempting to read onto the table and stalk out onto the front porch hoping the afternoon air would calm my body down. My eyes snag on Law’s sheriff truck, the paint twinkling in the early morning light.
“So one of you is home…” I mutter under my breath. The restless energy has me moving, determined to find the one person who could potentially help me. And if it pisses off Ace in the process? So be it.
The rational part of my brain tries to reason with me, that Ace isn’t wrong in being upset with me. But the part that still fears the day Royce shows up for me again? That part refuses to back down from the statement. Truth be told, now that I have them, I have no idea if I could go through with unaliving myself. But I also know I could never live with Royce again, the things he put me through I refuse to ever live through a second time.
I’m so lost in my thoughts it's not until I run right into Law. His hands come up to grip my shoulders, steadying me as myown land hard on his chest. My fingers grapple against the sweat slicked skin as my eyes roam over his tanned body.
“Hey darlin'.” He purrs. “Fancy finding you out here.”
My gaze snaps to his and I flush. The buzzing under my skin hitting a fever pitch. “Hey Law, what are you… What are you doing out here?” What I want to ask is why are you out here looking like a fucking meal and a half shirtless and glistening. Followed by, will you fuck me because my stepbrother and Logan left me high and (not so) dry.
Law jerks his head back towards the end of the barn. “House call.” I look around his body to the end stall but don’t see anything. They all appear empty. “You wanna meet her?” He asks.
His voice is so soft compared to how he typically sounds that I find myself nodding and allowing him to lead me back. Katana nickers and I catch her eye as he leads me by. If I didn’t know better I would say the look she is giving me is one of judgment. Which, to be fair, she did watch me get finger fucked by Ace, if anyone has the right to judge me its her.
“She wandered onto our property awhile back, she had a raging infection and was nothing but skin and bones.” Law says as he opens the stall door.
My eyes drag from Katana and land on the most beautiful white mare I’ve ever seen. Law moves in before me, gently tugging on my hand to follow. The horse does nothing to move and I frown.
“Can she not stand?” I ask as Law drops down to her level and drags his hand down her nose.
“By all accounts she can, the infection that was in her hoof is cleared. We found no other broken bones or anything to indicate she can’t walk.” He lets out a defeated sigh before pushing back to his feet. “She walked into our life just fine, I don’t understand what's changed.”
At his words she seems to shift her gaze to me, a flash of recognition seems to move between us and those brown eyes gaze into my soul. Something deep within understands the plight she currently faces, because it’s a similar one I’m dealing with. She’s trying to decide if life is worth standing up for, worth living for. It’s a shock to my system as I sit down next to her, the realization that, in the back of my mind, I was still trying to figure out if this was all worth it.
