Page 53 of Privilege
Without thinking, we both drop our heads on either side of her neck, peppering her bare collar bones with kisses.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks, but I grab her waist and shove her in the direction of the east wing, which Arnold always keeps closed during parties.
“Walk faster,” I growl in her ear.
Dane’s hand has drifted down her back to her ass. Fuck, the two of them are beautiful. We zig zag across the lawn, ducking anyone who looks like they might try to speak to us.
“So you like girls too, huh?” Dane says quietly.
“I like you,” she says to both of us.
Dane kicks open the heavy wooden door around the back, a side entrance covered in vines. I’m relieved to find it empty; Arnold often spends timein the library. But tonight it’s only me, and Cara, and Dane.
They’re both breathing so hard they’re practically panting, from the adrenaline or the half-run across the estate or the desperate excitement to touch each other again I don’t know. But he grabs her face with both hands and yanks her towards him so hard she trips, falls into his torso like a damsel in distress, before he catches her with his mouth.
His lips are ravenous, his jaw flexing as he kisses her with such ferocity it makes my dick leak. She sighs into his mouth and he presses his hips against her.
A hand disappears beneath her dress, bunches up the fabric and exposes her perfect freckled skin.
When he finally breaks apart from her mouth, he keeps rocking his dick against her body, but turns his attention to me.
“Take off your clothes,” he says.
He reaches around Cara’s body, her chest still pressed to his front, and slowly starts to undo her zipper at the same time as I push off my suspenders. He’s glued to my fingers as I fumble with my button, unzip my fly, and shove off my pants. I shove them indelicately out of the way and hurry to remove myshirt, Cara now watching as well, the two of them dry humping like horny teenagers watching porn.
He pushes the straps of Cara’s dress off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor with a quiet swish. Then he peels off her gloves. My vision swims; Cara standing there in nothing but heels and a pair of lacy black underwear working his vest open should have every morsel of Dane’s attention, but all of it is on me, just like in my dreams.
“Take offallof your clothes,” he says.
It feels like a scold, like I’ve been told I’m not doing it right.All I want is to do it right.I swallow, but slide my briefs down my legs. My cock bounces free and kicks like it’s seeking friction, the tip glossy with precum.
The sound that comes out of his mouth at the sight of my dick makes my heart skip a beat.
“Come here,” he says.
Cara pushes his vest and shirt off his shoulders, exposes his thick torso and dark smattering of chest hair. I don’t hesitate—I walk straight towards them, desperate for their hands on me.
Dane kisses Cara once more, reverent, and then he shoves her downward. She drops to her knees without hesitation.
My brother’s eyes are black with lust, the mask gone, the fire he’s always had directed entirely at me. Cara’s lips wrap around my cock at the same time as Dane’s hands wrap around my neck. We collide like wrecking balls, and I kiss him with everything I’ve got.
Two years of missing him. Two years of time with him lost. I don’t know where we went wrong. I don’t know how we got our wires so crossed that we couldn’t trust each other with this. Because I can tell, I know in my gut, that he’s wanted this for as long as I have.
Cara’s fist is wrapped around my cock while she works the tip with her perfect fucking mouth, but like she can read us—the three of us so perfectly attuned to one another—she slows down at the exact moment Dane breaks our kiss for a breath.
Our foreheads pressed together and our girl between our legs, I look him directly in the eye and for the first time in my whole life, I say what I need to say, right in the moment:
“I love you, brother.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Cara
I need both ofthem, and I need them right fucking now.
They loom over me, foreheads pressed together, intimacy seeping from their pores and wrapping itself around us like a blanket. There are no words for how this makes me feel.
So instead, I pull open Dane’s fly and shove his underwear out of the way. His cock pops free, leaking like Rich’s, and Ihearthe clench of his jaw as I wrap my hand around him.
