Good Girl (Playroom) (45 page)

The metal grinding of a zipper being lowe
red is deafening. I gasp when Kieren’s cock plops out to greet me. “Oh, Stud,” I groan. “It’s goddamned perfect.” I stare, mesmerized, eyes refusing to leave my prize. Kieren swallows so loudly it gains my attention. I watch his throat contract and a ridiculous need to kiss his neck overpowers me. I lean forward and suck his beating pulse.

“Fuck,” we hiss together for c
ompletely different reasons. Kieren- because I grabbed his cock the second my lips made contact with his soft, warm throat. Mine- because Kieren’s scent is almost identical to Devon’s, but it’s spicier- hotter. Devon’s comforts me while Kieren’s rushes moisture to my aching, abused pussy.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to speak for a week after screaming my name,” I seductively purr in my husky voice.

“Spanky,” Kieren nearly screams my nickname and I snicker. “Hey, that’s cheating,” he growls when I squeeze hand lotion on his cock and start my rhythmic stroking.

“A girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do,” I tease. “Fuck, Kieren, I wasn’t bullshitting. You have a perfect cock- the perfect size and shape. Mmm,” I growl, “Look at that curve. That’d hit in the right spot. You better cum for me because I
need
to fuck this.” I squeeze him tightly as I growl.

Kieren’
s head flings back as a moan spills from his throat. Heavy-lidded eyes, parted lips that his breath roughly rasps between, and thighs trying to spread farther apart- he will cum, I have no doubt.

I marvel over Kieren
. He looks so beautiful in the throes of ecstasy. I have to find out who this chick is that he wants as a girlfriend and kick her ass if she refuses him. Who wouldn’t want a piece of Kieren? The small piece of his life he affords me, fills me with such joy. She’d be a fool, but Kieren wouldn’t want a fool…

My hands twist and stroke in tandem
, up and down a perfect eight inches. Kieren’s cock pulses and throbs beneath my fingers. His breath hitches in his throat, followed by a low moan. The sound is as erotic as hell. It makes my pussy clench in need- a need that makes me cry out in pain. My flesh isn’t ready to be filled, no matter how much it begs.

“Pretend you’re coming deep inside me, Kieren,” I salaciously purr and his body arches off the sofa. “My tiny pussy
is milking you dry,” I moan and squeeze my fingers, mimicking a pussy contracting on his climaxing cock.

My jaw drops when
Kieren enlarges with a strong pulse. I gasp when he moans my name. “Oh my God,” he hisses as stream after stream of semen is released. His gray t-shirt is speckled in strings of gooey goodness. His body writhes and twitches uncontrollably. His fingers twist in the back of my sweatshirt.

I lean forward and lick Kieren’
s tip like a lollypop, giggling when he shoots another powerful jet and finally screams my name. I quiver as strongly as Kieren does when his taste explodes on my tongue.

“Stud, you’re damned tasty, addictive.” I give one more lick and sit up. “I win,” I sing and present my spooge-filled palm.

“No, I’m pretty sure I just won,” Kieren mutters in wonder, followed by a surprised giggle. “Damn, Willow. You were right all along. Handjobs all the way.” He snorts and I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m kidding… that it has to be someone I like, not some skank that has a bubblegum pus.” He shudders. “But… It was six minutes and thirty-two seconds. I win again!”

“Fuckface,” I growl and lick
my palm clean in retaliation. Kieren spasms underneath me as he bleats like a wounded animal. “HA!” I stick my cum-covered tongue out at him and lick his cheek. “It makes all the difference when you don’t play with virgins,” I huskily growl. “They don’t know how to seduce.”

“Bravo, Son! Congratulations- finally,”
a relieved, deep voice rings out as a clap-clap reverberates from his hands. A second set joins in and I freeze in fear. I slowly turn around because Kieren’s shining blue eyes are the size of saucers- his Cheshire cat grin is back, too.

“No need to feed Willow supper tonight,” Auggie chuckles
to Malcolm.

“Um…” I swallow. “How long have you been standing there?” I nervously shuffle to my feet and wipe my icky hands on Kieren’s already dirty shirt.
He helps me clean up, his eyes guiltily darting between his father and Auggie, and back to me.

“After last night’s
conversation and how the both of you behaved all afternoon, flirting and bantering, I just knew something would happen. Good job, Monster. That was perfect. I guess you earned your playmate, but you can’t leave dinner- no matter what,” Auggie warns.

“So,” I grumble and shrug. “
I helped preheat the oven. All’s good, it’s just lasagna.”

“This morning you told Devon he was family
, and that you will always love family, you just don’t have to like them. Well, it’s time you take your own advice,” Kieren says, standing next to me. The guys shake their heads in agreement- bobble-headed control freaks.

“No,” I hiss- fury coursing through my veins. “I can’t do it.” I stomp like a fucking pissed off girl.

“You can and you will,” Kieren orders. “You’ll do it for yourself and for her. Don’t go back on your word. You said you were running towards your fears- and this is your number one fear, Spanky.”

“I…”
an incredibly soft and warm, sweet-smelling palm covers my mouth. “Why?” I murmur against Kieren’s hand.

“Do you trust me?” Kieren
breathes near my ear.

“Yes,” comes garbled as I try to speak.

“Do it for me. If you love me, do it for me. I’ve suffered just as much as you. It hurt me because it was my brother. It hurt you because it was your cousin. It hurt us because it was someone we loved- both of them,” Kieren emphatically says.

“No,”
I cry out and step away from Kieren’s silencing hand. “No, Kieren.” I look into his sad eyes and bite my lip against the litany of curse words that threatens to flow, and then I want to kill something, and then bawl like a baby. But I can’t do any of those things because Kieren’s who I’d have to call to help me bury the body.

“No,” I whine and Kieren
shakes his head yes.

No, not because I don’t want to do it or won’t do
it. No, because I don’t want Kieren in the same horrid position as me. He trusted me enough to tell me who he wants and I have to prove myself worthy of that trust.

With trembling lips, I mumble, “Okay, but I’m only doing it for you. No promises.”

~Chapter Forty-Six~

My vivacious cousin is pouting her bottom lip and unflinchingly staring straight into my eyes. Ess
ie is sitting across the dining room table from me. Apparently my scowl isn’t warning her off. I haven’t spoken since I sat at the table and I haven’t taken a bite of food, either. I sit with my hands folded in my lap, staring my cousin down, and Essie can’t look away.

Curiously, I am not angry. My brain hurts like I’m thinking too ha
rd. I’m trying to drill into Essie’s mind to see what she’s thinking, to figure out why she did what she did. On the back of the curiosity is guilt. I feel the guilt. No matter what Essie’s done to me, I stooped to her level when I aired our dirty laundry in front of our family and the Masons. I shouldn’t have used a permanent marker on her forehead. Like the
Tell-tale Heart
, I see a faint outline of the wicked A I scrawled on Essie’s skin, even though it’s not really there. 

Kieren looks between Essie and
me with a worried expression. Kieren’s been under so much stress lately that I want to stand up and hug Essie just to make him feel better. Kieren must really want her if he’s willing to forgive what she did, what both Devon and Essie did. No doubt Devon knew Kieren had a crush on Essie. I don’t know if there is a code against cousins or best friends going after your crush, but I can guarantee there’s a code about brothers fucking your crush.

“Willow,” Auggie nudges me in the arm and I can tell it wasn’t the first time he’s said my name. His big palm cups the back of my head and gently shakes me back and forth.

“Augustus,” I menacingly say without taking my eyes from Essie. Her flinch makes me smile. It, however, makes Kieren scowl and Auggie growl. I giggle to myself- I made a rhyme… and I’m losing my freakin’ mind… I giggle again- another rhyme.

“Willow,” Auggie heavily sighs my name with dramatic annoyance.

“What?” I bark, and sure as shit, I get punished for my disrespect. Strong fingers bruisingly bite into my leg. I wince and suck in a pained breath.

“Sir,” I purr in
warning as I finally look at Auggie.

“Willow, I
was telling our hosts that we’re having a party in the attic,” Auggie pointedly says. “Robbie said the time and date were of your choosing.” He stresses every other word because Essie, Weston, and Rae aren’t invited, and they don’t know we have a
Playroom
in our attic.

“Tomorrow night at eight,” I
conversationally say. I toss Auggie a pissed off look, that only a female can pull off, and turn my gaze back to Essie. I smile as she swallows in distress. I’ll give her bonus points for not fleeing in fear. I may be ninety pounds sopping wet, but Essie knows what I’m capable of doing to a grown man.

“Behave,” flutters against my ears. I shiver as goosebumps bead on my skin. “If you don’t, I’ll drag your misbehaving ass to Malcolm’s room and swat it bright red,” Auggie seductively threatens me, his lips pressed tightly to me ear so no one else can hear him.

I smile sweetly, like a good girl. “Go ahead and try it, Auggie. I’ll fight you back. Let’s see how you like your ass stinging from my palm.” I growl under my breath, holding his furious green gaze.

Apparently
, I’m not as good at the no one hearing thing- every adult at the table starts snickering. Isis is actually crying she’s laughing so hard. My future sister-in-law is smiling grandly at me. I’m glad someone likes my moxie because Auggie’s gonna kick my ass now.

Now Essie is scared… seriously? She’s not scared of the woman she scorned, but Auggie being furious has her cowering in her seat. Really? Auggie wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he’s gonna tear off my wings the second we’re alone. I can feel my punishment in the air. Malcolm actually looks worried for me.

“I saw a delicious chocolate tart in your kitchen, Malcolm. Wherever did you get it? Did our bakery finally get a new chef?” I pleasantly ask.

Well, it took Auggie’s focus off of me, just as I’d hoped. Robbie, Isis, and Auggie are evaluating Malcolm. I can hear
the
is he seeing someone?
from their thought.

“I should have thanked you earlier for bringing the tart, my apologies, Willow. Give your thanks to your sister,” Malcolm turns it back on me, making me look like I was fishing for gratitude- rat-bastard.
A smirk flirts with his lips- well played, rat-bastard.

That notorious, ball catching palm is covering a different mouth, his own. Kieren’s chest is rattling up and down as he tries to suppress his laughter. I growl at him- traitor. He’s supposed to be my partner in crime. My expression only makes him laugh louder.

“What?” Auggie’s eyes are on Kieren, but he’s asking me.

“I hav
e no idea,” I innocently drawl. “Maybe the lack of sleep is getting to Kieren. But it could be that he isn’t very bright,” I dig, and bat my eyelashes.

“Spanky,” Kieren growls from across the table.

“Traitor,” I sing and stare at Essie. “Traitors,” I reiterate.

“If he doesn’t do it,” Kieren points at Auggie, “Then I will,” he threatens.

“I’d like to see you try,” I hiss, leaning across the table, getting in Kieren’s face.

“Enough!” Malcolm’s hand slaps hard on the table. The silverware clinks and the glasses threaten to crash over. “Quit baiting all of us b
ecause you’re uncomfortable,” Malcolm calmly directs at me. “I understand it, Willow. I do. But if you don’t behave,
I
will be the one to punish you for acting like a little bitch. Do I make myself clear?”

I
suck in a sharp breath while everyone stares at me in shock. I let it out slowly and say, “Crystal.” I guess that wasn’t the reaction everyone thought I’d have, because every single last one of them is staring at me gape-mouthed, Malcolm included. I guess running in fear or bawling my eyes out would be more appropriate. But all I feel is calm. Malcolm is right. I’m being a little bitch.

“My apologies,” I calmly say and pick up my fork. I stab a bite of lasagna and chew the tasteless food. My only thought is how much I miss Clover- that woman can cook. She also would’ve high-fived my behavior in private, but chastised me just as Malcolm did- feel
s like home.

“Rob
,” Isis purrs in her scary-ass voice. “Your sister is incredible.” She covetously eyeballs me and I lean into Auggie for safety.