Page 67 of Freaks Of Nature
“Do it,” Ely’s deep growl challenges my brother when he doesn’t take it. “Or one of us will,” he drags out.
His lips twitch, and there’s a sadistic flicker in his eyes. Ely gets off on his power plays, but it’s about more than simply having me raped. He knows how close my brother and I are. He wants to break our bond.
I hear more shuffling of bodies beside me. Ash is as scared as I am. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t protect me.
“Perhaps a bit more motivation,” Ely prompts, his right hand disappearing to the small of his back beneath his loose fitting shirt.
When he brings it back around to the front, he’s clutching the grip of a gun. He casually raises it toward Ash and levels the barrel at his head. “What’s it gonna be, boys?”
I’m still just standing there, frozen, my dick in my hand, staring across the table at Ely. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I know he and his guys won’t let us go until I do what I’m told. Until I finish.
My brother falls silent, all fight abruptly drained from him. No, he can’t protect me from this, but I can protect him.
So I make the choice for us. I release my grip to push my boxer briefs and jeans further down. Bracing my palms on the table, I bend.
“Good boy.” Ely’s dark eyes pin me as he lets out a coarse laugh.
I grind my teeth and swallow the building rage in my chest. One day, I tell myself… One day, I’ll make him pay for this.
Bowing my head, I screw my eyes shut again and wait. I train my ears on the heavy beats of the music, drowning out everything else around me.
My fingers twitch.
The pressure meeting me is timid at first. Then cool and slick as the object sinks deeper and retreats, stirring a whirl of emotions in me.
I expected to go soft at the foreign sensation, it’s wrong, but fuck it feels good. I don’t want it to stop.
And I hate myself for it.
My hand wraps back around my throbbing hard-on, and I stroke the entire length slowly, getting the rhythm going.
I should be embarrassed that my dick swells against my palm. That I’m so stiff I ache for the release. But I’m not. Braced on the table, I speed up, gripping myself harder to the point where it almost hurts. Then I let my inhibitions go.
I drop onto my forearm as my orgasm wrecks through me, my legs barely supporting my weight. I can’t tell if my eyes are open or shut. For an instant my vision goes black.
When the table underneath me comes back into focus, my sight catches on my brother’s left hand braced next to mine.
Deep shame sears a path through my insides.
Em
Istand in the guys’ kitchen, clutching the jingling bundle Mason tossed me with both hands. “My keys!”
Even without being able to see, I knew the trunk they stuffed me in was way too large to be my compact’s.
“We put you in the trunk of ours,” Ash supplies. “Mason drove yours. We didn’t want you thinking you were forced to rely on us to take you home. And it’s not like you can take the bus in your PJs,” he adds with a wink, popping another bite of bacon into his mouth.
PJs, which I’m waiting for the dryer to finish after Mason ran them through the laundry. I’m currently wearing one of Ash’s T-shirts, feeling the breeze around my business.
“You mean after you dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night?” I point out, watching his grin stretch with glee. “How thoughtful.”
And it really is. The guys even woke me with breakfast, despite it being four in the afternoon. In front of me on the kitchen counter is a homemade spread of scrambled eggs, pancakes, and, of course, bacon.
I crane my neck to look out of the window over Mason’s shoulder as he leans back against the sink, sipping his coffee, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Which one’s your car?”
“The Impala out front,” Ash mumbles around his food.
“Nice. I expected something else, considering the flashy bikes.”
