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Glaring over at my two previous best friends, I pulled out my cell and headed toward my wing of the house, ignoring the arguments breaking out behind me.
Chapter 27
Gio
AGE 17
There were several dangerous things my brother and I had done throughout our lives. Surviving our family had always been at the pinnacle of that list, but then so had surviving Presley.
It was hell, and each day tested our resilience to watch her become the person Scotty wanted to twist her into. The torn knuckles from training, the blood on the mats, the busted lips and broken nose. There were several times I was positive I was going to murder Scotty. Nights I would slip through the shadows contemplating it, even occasionally staring at his back while I decided his fate.
But Presley cared for him. Worse, she trusted him.
And after the incident in the car and finding her with Kingston in the showers after…a strange sort of peace now filled me when it came to her and this new reality we existed within.
This new terrifying world that we’d opened up and walked into that absolutely no one could ever find out about. They were training her for war, and somewhere deep inside me needed to bring her peace in whatever capacity that would come.
School had just ended, and when Presley had walked past us in the hall, I’d tugged her inside an empty classroom.
“Gio!” she whisper-yelled while I pressed closely into her body. My lips at her ear, I muttered, “You wore a skirt today.”
“All the other girls have been.”
I licked along the shell of her ear, letting a small groan slip past my lips. “But it only matters when you do it. I want you in the back of the car today. We’ll stay parked, just get into the back when you get to the car.”
With that, I left her there, and exited the building.
Kingston and I hadn’t talked about what we wanted to do, but after we discussed where we stood with Presley and each other, I knew he’d want me to do this. The car was now our sanctuary, where we’d worship Presley and where we’d shed our fears and worry over what our families might think of us.
She crawled into the back seat like she did the time before, but this time Kingston drove, while I joined her. The car flew down an abandoned road with the windows down and I’d slid my hand behind Presley’s head, drawing her mouth to mine. Her hands went to my face, holding me there while we made out, our tongues at war, desperate for each other.
Her body felt so perfect against mine, her curves seamlessly in my palms as I pulled her into my lap. Her legs spread over my hips like before, but this time, she only had underwear separating her bare pussy from feeling me.
“Do what you did last time, Elvis. Rub against me until you come.”
She didn’t hesitate or hold back. Her hips rocked back and forth, and my hands went to her bare ass, gripping her and pushing her to slide over the bulge in my jeans faster.
At some point, the car had pulled off onto a road, but I wasn’t paying attention. Not until my brother traded his place in the driver’s seat for the passenger, reclining it all the way. I somewhat noticed him unzipping his jeans and gripping himself. His head wasangled so he could watch us, and when his hand lifted, it moved to Presley’s left butt cheek.
I stopped watching what he was doing and focused on Presley’s’ mouth. I slid my tongue against hers and we made out while she dry-humped me. It felt so good that I was barely holding it together, and my breathing had staggered. Her moans increased, and her hips rotated quicker and quicker until her head tipped back, and right as that pouty mouth of hers dropped open, I came hard in my jeans.
Kingston’s hand was moving fast in my peripheral, but he’d gently tugged Presley’s hand and encouraged her to leave my lap and crawl into the front. It was fine, my jeans were soaked, and I was fucking uncomfortable now.
We’d modified most of the interior of the Camaro, making it a bit more modern, which included a cushy leather console separating the two bucket seats, big enough for Pres to sit on. Kingston had her facing him while he remained in the passenger seat, her feet pressed into the seat, legs parted wide, so he fit between them. His cock was still stiff and weeping at the tip.
He was on his knees, facing her with his cock in his hand. Flipping her skirt up, King leaned into her, pressing his mouth to hers, and a deep groan left his chest the second his dick touched the edge of her underwear. It pulsed and then he came, with white, sticky seed coating the inside of Presley’s tan thigh. Her eyes were dazed and her cheeks flushed pink, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her back and have her feel the mess she’d made of me.
Instead, I watched as my brother leaned in and kissed her while drawing up his release from her leg and smearing it over the wet spot along the center of her pink panties. It made Presley roll her hips forward as if she were ready to ride him like she’d ridden me. Her pouty lips parted as his fingers moved, pressing against that spot, and she’d rocked into it, over and over until he eventually sat back in the chair and just pulled her over his lap.
“You like this, don’t you?” King asked, while Presley agreed with a moan.
The asshole muttered encouragement for her to find her release yet again while she rode his hand, and he kept his cock out, letting it rub against her leg while they moved. I tried to block out her sounds, the way she told him how good the extra wetness felt against her clit, and how he kept hitting the perfect place. I guess his thumb slipped past her panties and slid along her pussy lips, because that really had her hips moving and her begging for him to give her more.
“You’re soaking me, Presley. Fuck, you’re gushing all over my hand,” Kingston rasped while pulling her back for a kiss.
Fucker.
I ignored how her shirt dipped and showed her cleavage and how seeing her move over him had me hard again, but with my jeans soaked, I couldn’t exactly enjoy it, so I just sat there and watched as my brother practically fucked her in front of me. I watched as they both gasped, kissed, and then came again. This time, he had the decency to finish inside of a Kleenex I had no idea existed. Apparently, there was a whole damn box on the floor. Once they cleaned up, he tossed the box back to me the second Presley crawled into the passenger seat he’d vacated, and the car began to move again.
