Turn & Burn (26 page)

I fingered him slowly, thinking about the first day he’d driven me to school. Looking back, he hadn’t taken much, just toyed with me, but in my overheated state, I’d gone off like a rocket. Maybe I could return the favor.

“Tell Gerald what’s in your ass.”

He dropped his head again. “My little sister has her finger in my ass.”

I waggled the digit. “And?”

“And... thank God it’s so little.”

Biting my lip to keep from laughing, I stood to the side so I could watch Gerald, unsurprised to see the man had his own cock in hand. His lips were sealed around Colt’s thick shaft. Each time he leaned forward, he took about half of the rigid column of flesh.
Well, damn, you little showoff.

“Fuck.” A shudder ran through Colt’s body. I dripped more lube down his crack and decided it was time to add another finger. He grunted, but I pressed into him. I had absorbed more about guy-on-guy sex than I’d realized, hanging out with Harry, not to mention all the things I’d heard my friend say he wanted to do to Phillip. Time to see if I could reach the magical button known as the prostate.

Point down toward the belly button.
Not a clue where that bit of advice surfaced from, but I felt for the small gland. Disappointed when I didn’t feel anything, I returned to my slow strokes in and out of Colt’s ass, gazing with increasing interest on Gerald’s ministrations.

The man who’d made up the lie that had ruined my college years began to moan. The muffled sound made me worry that this might end before it got good.

“Don’t even think about coming.”

“O-okay.” The choked answer came from Colt. 

Gerald seemed to be having all the fun. I forced a third finger inside Colt, twisting them. Colt cried out in response. Had to be responding to me, because Gerald pulled away, but stroked Colt furiously.

“Colt, grab that man by the ears. He wanted to suck that thing, right? Make him take it all.”

Colt swung his head around. Over his shoulder, his eyes went wide.

“He told the mother of all lies. Feed him that cock,” I demanded.

Gerald looked up with an intent gaze. “Oh, yeah, big guy. That’s why I’m here.”

Colt gripped Gerald’s head and thrust. Gerald’s lips stretched wide as Colt’s thick shaft sank into his mouth.

“It’s okay if you enjoy this,” I murmured. “I think it’s hot. Give him more of it.”

Gerald lifted a thumb, eyes fixed on Colt’s chest.

I kept my thrusts steady and slow. Colt’s tight grip on my fingers began to relax. I watched in awe when he tipped his face to the sky and shoved that massive thing all the way down Gerald’s throat. All his reticence disappeared. He moved between us, rocking back onto my fingers, then thrusting into Gerald’s mouth.

“Ah,” he croaked. “That feels so goddamn good, it’s gotta be a sin.” I had no idea how, but he threw an elbow around my neck and pressed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue into me with the same slow rhythm he used to move his hips. Gerald let go of his shaft and slid his palm under Colt’s shirt. When he pinched his nipple, Colt broke our clench and let out a yell.

“Fuck. Fuck. Don’t anybody stop. I’m gonna come like a fire hose.”

“Oh, no.” I jerked my fingers free. “Gerald,” I said in a warning tone.

Colt gasped. “Shelby!”

“Don’t you dare come.” I slapped his butt. “Time for the burn. On your back, Colt.”

“Woman, my knees are shaking.”

“Move your ass.” I stepped aside so Colt could make his way to my car.

He pulled himself onto the hood. I admired the muscles rippling in his arms. “Damn, this thing’s still warm.”

“That’s the best part. Grab one of his legs, Gerald. Push it to his chest. Colt, hold that other leg high for me, baby.” I turned to grab the lube off the Mustang’s bumper and basted the dildo.

“Gah! Woman, gimme a sec,” Colt groused.

I glared. “I bet you play your games with half grown girls. I’m a grown-ass woman. No time for little boys. Don’t be a hypocrite or I’ll have to spank that cock.”

“Oh, shit.” I could see his eyes now. They glowed with excitement. A pearl of cum glistened on the tip of his cock.

Gerald sprang to do as ordered. Colt wrapped his hand around his knee and pulled it to his chest. I slid a greased hand along Colt’s shaft and stroked the sensitive ridge of skin below his sac.

Colt’s moan shut off abruptly when I centered the dildo on his little rosette. I threw my weight behind the shaft, watching avidly as the head of the silicone cock breached the tight ring of muscle. Thrilling to the sound he made, I leaned in, pushing more into him.

Gerald dipped his head, but Colt slammed a hand against the other man’s chest.

“I gotta see her eyes.”

Gerald looked from Colt to me, then nodded. “I should probably leave y’all alone.”

“That wasn’t fifty bucks worth.” I frowned.

“Says who?” Colt huffed.

Gerald shook his head. “I never expected to collect. But, I feel like I’m in the way here. Listen, Shelby, what you did tonight was... pretty cool, actually. I’m sorry if my lie hurt you.”

This place, this road, these people, had offered some hard lessons. But I’d learned I could stand on my own feet. And, if I was a freak, then I wasn’t alone.

“I appreciate the apology, more than you know.” He zipped up and turned to walk away. “And, by the way, dude. It takes talent to swallow a fucking cock that size.”

“It’s so nice to be appreciated.” He threw a smirk over his shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Shelby. See you around, Colt.” In a few steps, he’d melted into the darkness.

I cut my eyes back to Colt. “I’m not gonna stop until you moan like a little bitch.”

Returning his grin, I went to work, easing my hips back and forth, but the man’s part of fucking was harder than they made it look. I shifted my feet and thrust forward again, pleased when the dildo sank in deeper.

“Ah! Fucking Jesus, right there,” Colt cried, grabbing my lube and coating his hand. “Stroke that spot, Shelby.” He wrapped his fist around his cock, rocking into his palm in the way I recalled so damn well.

I’d found his prostate? I worked to keep my strokes short, blinking sweat from my eyes. Colt began to writhe. Every time I looked up, his eyes were riveted on my face. The glimpse of my arrogant stepbrother’s vulnerable side went to my head like a shot of tequila. I picked up the pace.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

“Hands off.” I popped his knuckles. Left to its own devices, the bobbing shaft drew a glistening arc on the skin above Colt’s navel.

His muscles rippled, giving me hints about what felt good. Every time his face twisted with pleasure, the thrill of power zinged through my veins. No wonder guys loved to fuck. The experience, from this perspective, seemed godlike.

“Fuck, Shelby. Please, baby. One of us has gotta touch my cock.”

Flying on the high that came with control, I cupped his balls, rubbing the tender orbs with my thumb.

“God, I’m dying. When I get loose, I’m gonna tear that little pussy up.”

Oh, no. You’re not in charge here, Colt.
I redoubled my efforts. He drove his fingers through my hair. I dug my nails into his balls. He released me and banged his head against the hood. “Goddammit, I’m dying here. Anything you want me to say, I’ll fucking say. But I have to come.”

I squirted a dollop of lube into my palm, then grasped the thick shaft.

It took concentration to stroke up and down with one hand while thrusting in and out of Colt. I had to grip the long dildo to be sure it didn’t bend, but I found a rhythm, reveling in Colt’s strangled cries every time I hit the right spot. As time passed, my aim got better. Every time he moaned, the echo rattled around inside me, striking sparks. This was heady stuff.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” Colt gasped. I angled his cock toward his chest. He jerked his shirt up, pinning it with his chin just before his spunk arced, lacing his abs. I shoved the dildo all the way into him, reveling in his strangled cry.

Watching his chest heave and his cock jerk, triumph zinged through me. “Rub that in.”

“W-what?” Colt let his legs fall. Locking them around my waist, he curled his torso off the car and stared with dazed eyes.

I grabbed his wrist and laid his palm on his chest. “Rub that into your skin.” When he moved his hand in a circle, smearing the streaks of cum, I grinned.

“Now,
that
was all me.”

“You ain’t even gonna kiss me, are you?”

I slapped him on the hip. “No, but if you’re got gas money, I’ll drive you to school. Such a naughty boy, letting your dick get all hard for another guy. That just makes my heart beat in my cunt.”

His laughter rang in the quiet night. “Goddamn, look at you. All grown up and so fucking gorgeous, I can’t breathe.”

“I think that’s because of this thing in your ass.” I waggled my brows.

“You know I’m gonna fuck you senseless for this, right?”

“Not tonight.” Giving him any control would spoil the incredible buzz in my head. I pulled away, eyes on the dildo.

“I’m gonna walk funny for a week.” Colt groaned and pushed off the car. “I think I got some rags in the trunk. Jesus, this is messy.”

While Colt cleaned up, I tossed the strap-on into his trunk. “What? You don’t wanna keep it?” he demanded. “You looked all righteous with that thing in your hand. Real avenging angel stuff.”

I held up my hands and backed away. “Hell, no. That’s too much like work. I just wanna lie down and throw my legs in the air.” I swiped my hair out of my eyes with a forearm while he laughed. “To be honest, I don’t even like to be on top.”

“Seems to me, it oughta be a basic human right to get fucked the way you like.” Colt slammed his trunk. “Guess I’ll see you back at the house. You get to close the barricades this time.”

“What if I chip a nail?”

“My ass hurts.” Colt used a high-pitched voice that sounded an awful lot like Caroline’s and poked out his lower lip. “I might even have cramps.” Moving suddenly, he squeezed me tight, shutting off my laughter and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Such a bad little bitch. Shelby, I’m sorry. I fucked up, big time. I’ve known that for a while now. I just—”

Holy shit, was he crying?

“I do love you. I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna find a way to make what I done to you right.” With a pat to my ass, he let me go. “Drive the speed limit going home, kid. I’ll leave the barricade open for you.”

I climbed behind the wheel and cranked the ‘Cuda. Pulling around the edge of the circle, I took the spot Colt vacated, staring at the thick stand of trees. I dredged up the memory of the first time they’d brought me here—my first race from Caroline’s passenger seat, the sheriff, the beer bottle, the dazed hours afterward. Overhead, a blinking red light raced the stars.

Hit me as many times as you need, Shelby.

I forced the gearshift into second, wrenched the wheel to the left as far as it would go, and hit the gas. Tires chirped, then, as I accelerated, they screamed. Smoke drifted in and out of my headlights as the trees flashed by.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

After six circuits, I straightened the wheel and headed for Old Cottonmouth Road.

One more ghost buried.

“S
o, you won.”

I nearly jumped out of my shoes. Caine pushed off the rear end of Mom’s car. Slapping a hand to my chest, I gasped. He stepped out of the deep shadows under the carport.

“You scared me out of a year’s growth.”

“Oh, hell. You can’t afford that.”

I shook my finger in his face, still feeling the buzz from fucking Colt zipping through my bloodstream. “Tell one more booster seat joke. I dare you.”

He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me into the air. “Now what’cha gonna do, bad ass?”

I clasped his hips with my knees. “We could polish your wrenches.”

He chuckled. “Tell me about the race first.”

“I won. I have no idea by how much. I forgot Colt was there. It was dark and I was just flying.” He smelled like Dial soap. I wanted to snuggle close and inhale him.

“Did you record it on that dash cam?”

“Yeah.”

“I really want to see it.”

“Okay. I need to upload Ernie’s video, anyway.” The contrast of heat rolling off Caine and the chill in the air had to be what made me shiver. “You grab the memory card. We can watch it on my laptop. I’m going to take a shower. And if there’s no hot water—”

He rubbed his nose in my hair. “I like when you smell like gasoline. It turns me on. Are you sleepy?”

“No, why?” My blood hummed with excitement. The last thing I wanted was sleep.

“Grab your laptop, then. You have a DC charger. We’ll take it with us.”

“With us? Where?” It had to be past one in the morning. This town rolled the streets up by eleven.

“There’s something I want us to do. It’s not far.” He set me on my feet and patted my ass. “Hurry back.”

I tiptoed upstairs and grabbed my Mac. When I stepped out of the room, Dale opened the door to the master bedroom. He put a finger to his lips, but raised his brows.

I tiptoed close enough to whisper. “Kicked. His. Ass.”