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  I was exhausted, and I barely managed to move before I slumped on the bed so I wouldn’t crush her. I pulled her hand away from my softening cock, watched Carl as he rose from between her legs, his mouth wet with her juices, looking damn pleased with himself. He licked his lips, then wiped his hand over his mouth and licked at it. He met my eyes, noticed I was watching, and I saw his lips curl into a grin even as he continued licking, and he winked.

  Bastard.

  Fuck. I wanted to taste her. But I could see my brother was hard, and I knew what he wanted even before he spoke. I brought Emma’s wet hand to her mouth. I was too breathless to speak, but she was licking at it before I even told her to. My cock twitched in interest, but it was too soon. Hell, with the way I felt, I didn’t think I could come again for the night.

  Her hand clean, she dropped it to my thigh, gave a short stroke up, stopping a little too close to my spent cock. Carl got up, licking the sweat off her neck, humming; going down her body until he was between her legs again and gave her a broad swipe with the flat of his tongue, making her shiver.

  “I want to fuck you.”

  Even though she was exhausted, Emma reacted to that, her body squirming as she made a delicious sound in the back of her throat. My cock twitched again. But I didn’t have as quick a recovery as she did.

  Carl looked up at me, eyebrow arched. “Mind giving us some room, bro?” He grinned. “If you want to watch, I’m sure you could find a better view.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Bastard.”

  But I pushed off the bed and headed for the sofa that sat at the foot if the bed directly opposite it. They were lying sideways in the bed, so I had a clear view as I sat down and watched. I should have found it even a little strange, watching Carl crawl on top of her, lifting her hips as he slid his hard dick inside her, fucking her. Most of my attention was on Emma, but I absolutely saw them both.

  He started slow, giving her time to adjust, letting desire build up in her body again. I watched, mouth dry as she arched her back up, planted her feet on the bed and moved her hips against his, fucking herself on Carl’s cock. She threw her arms over her head, clutching the bedspread as she panted for breath, throwing her breasts out, like an offering.

  Another thing to add to my growing list of what I wanted to do with her. I wanted to fuck her again, and I wanted her to come with me inside her. I also wanted to do her with her lying on her back so I could see her face, her body. My cock was half hard already, and I stroked a finger down the length.

  I wasn’t ready yet, but so long as Carl got done and I wasn’t as exhausted, I could give it a try. If Emma was up for it. She’d come once already, if Carl made her finish, that would make twice. Him both times.

  My mouth curled into a grin as I settled back. I couldn’t let my brother get ahead of me, now could I? I’d never come three times in one night, but I was going to give it a try if Emma was still up for it.

  Somehow, judging by the pleased noises she was making, I had a feeling she would.

  Chapter Ten

  Emma

  I woke up feeling warm, to find myself in a tangle of limbs, a hard body to my front, another at my back. I was used to sleeping alone, so the higher temperature was probably what woke me up. My mind was a little fuzzy, but everything came back to me after a minute, and I remembered who I was in bed with, why there were two of them.

  Abe and Carl were still sleeping, exhausted from last night’s events.

  I lay still for a bit, just breathing and letting my mind wake up. Then I crawled carefully out of the bed. I didn’t want to leave, it felt wonderfully warm, but I had to; while they were sleeping, and I had some rationality.

  A night of passion was great, last night had been the most amazing night of my life if I was honest, but I needed to leave so I could think clearly. I felt icky and sore all over, and when I got my feet under me, for a second I wasn’t sure they would hold me up. How many rounds did we even go? After Carl fucked me, Abe returned to the bed. He fucked me while I lay on my back, then made me ride him half way, and then Carl was there again. Just thinking about it made me hot.

  Which was ridiculous after last night. I couldn’t remember exactly how many rounds, but we’d fallen asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning after exhausting each other. It felt like I shouldn’t still be able to get aroused after that.

  I stumbled my way into the bathroom, wet a towel and ran it over me, wiping away sweat and… other fluids. I didn’t want to take the time for a shower. I might wake them up, and it would ruin my chances for escape.

  The mirror was right there, above the low counter. I didn’t mean to look, but when I caught sight of my reflection, I couldn’t turn away.

  The woman in it didn’t look like me. My mousy brown hair was sticking up in places, looking like a rat’s nest. My face was flushed, eyes looking a little wild. The rest of me was what really surprised me, though. I stepped closer, slowly. I brought a hand up to my neck, where teeth marks were imprinted in a bruise. My nipples were erect, flushed as red as my face instead of pale pink. Around my hips were bruises from where they held me a little too tightly, and there was another bite mark just above my hip on the left side.

  I wondered, idly, if I’d left any marks on them. I didn’t think I could go check, but I suddenly wanted to. I touched every mark, every bruise, feeling pleased with myself that I made them lose control enough to get a little rough with me. I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I should. The marks would take a while to completely fade, and once I left, I could look at them and remember how completely I’d been owned. I found myself wishing they would last longer, or I could find the guys again and they could just add more on me.

  I liked the thought. A lot. But I didn’t want to wake them up, and leaving a letter was a little cliché. Saving my number in their phones was just presumptuous. I looked down my body at the marks as I touched them. I found more on the inside of my thighs, and I thought those were from when Carl went down on me.

  I forgot myself for a moment, reliving every moment I could remember from the night before. For a moment, I wanted to stay, so badly I could taste it. Wake the boys up and see if they were still up for more fun. But then I caught up with my thoughts.

  No, Emma. You must leave.

  It wasn’t running away, but making a strategic retreat. We didn’t speak much the night before, but I wasn’t sure they’d want to wake up and find me still hanging around. I wasn’t brave enough to stick around and see.

  My face was burning by the time I got back. The twins were still sleeping, so I hastily put on my clothes and snuck out of the room. I hurried and didn’t feel relaxed until I was outside, but even then, I still felt like I wanted to hide. Walking past the front desk was awkward, even though it wasn’t the same guy from last night. The mark on my neck was low enough for my jacket to cover it, at least, so I didn’t have to run around with my hand on my throat.

  Outside, in the light of day and taking in the fresh air, I suddenly felt cold. I could not believe that I did it with them both. Abe and Carl Thomas, the stars of my high school days; at least to most of the female student body. The night had been amazing, and they’d lived up to expectations I didn’t even know I had and surpassed them.

  I wondered if people would see me and know. The thought sent a delicious thrill through me, not the reaction I would have thought. Maybe fear, shame? But how could I feel anything negative after a night like that?

  I wondered what it would be like to have them in my life all the time.

  I shook the thought off. It would be nice, but I couldn’t allow myself to blur fantasy and reality. Last night had been a fantasy. This morning was reality; making my way back to my mom’s place in yesterday’s clothes and probably smelling of sex. At least, I thought I did. If I had any luck at all, it was just in my head.

  Getting home was a bit of a walk, but it was still early in the morning, the sun wasn’t even out yet so everything just looked gray. No one was
up at that kind of time. I made it to the front door before I remembered I didn’t have a key. Mom had a spare, but usually, she gave it to me the first evening I stayed, and I handed it back when I left.

  Well, fuck.

  I really didn’t think last night through. She would have locked the house down tight, there was no way I could even hope to sneak in. I didn’t have a lot of options, but I did have the keys to my car. I was resigned to it, already turning away to head for it, opening my purse and reaching inside. But then I froze when I heard muffled sound from behind the door, then a click as it was unlocked.

  I turned around to see my mother opening the door. She had on a robe that fell to her feet, stuffed inside a pair of fluffy white slippers.

  I fidgeted under her stony look, even though all I’d felt when she gave it to me last night was annoyed. Because I had done something I knew she wouldn’t approve of, and I was paranoid she could somehow tell. My hand twitched to cover the mark on my throat. But I held it at my side, curling my fingers into a fist. My jacket was collared, and I had it tied all the way up. I hadn’t looked in a mirror to see it was properly hidden, but trying to cover it up with my hand would make it obvious I was trying to hide something.

  I knew I was going to get it from my mother. There was no reason to add any more fuel to the fire.

  When she just stood there, arms crossed over her chest, I tried giving her a smile, tentative.

  “Morning, Mom. I’m surprised you’re awake at this hour.”

  She huffed, narrowed her eyes. “I’m surprised you managed to crawl out of whatever bed you slept in last night at this hour.”

  My heart leaped in my throat, and I was on the edge of panicking, thinking that she knew, but it calmed down before it got out of control when she continued.

  “There was no need to make a nuisance of yourself to someone else. Not everyone here keeps doctor’s hours.”

  She actually sneered the word doctor when she said it.

  I sighed. “You don’t need to worry, mother. I’m pretty sure I didn’t bother anybody.” At least, I was sure I hadn’t. I’d done my best to be quiet about it. “I was up anyway so I figured I might as well come back.”

  “Come back and annoy me some more, you mean. After turning your back on me and going to who knows where before calling me and telling me you’re spending the night at a friend.”

  “I’m sorry,” I muttered, meaning it just a little. “But you were being totally unfair yesterday. I didn’t mean to be late. If I could have dragged my car all the way here, instead of having it break down in the middle of the road, I swear I would have, just so I could be on time. But I couldn’t, and it happened, and I didn’t mean to do it, but I can’t change it.”

  I was coming awfully close to ranting, so I made myself stop. My breathing was coming a little heavy, all my frustration coming back from last night. Mom didn’t look the least bit affected, just scowled at me.

  “I got an invite to go out last night,” she said, her voice quiet. “It came from someone I am very close to. But because I knew my daughter would be coming home, by six, and would likely want some dinner, I couldn’t go. So, I declined the invitation, made up a room for you, and spent time making food I knew you liked and waited for you to come.”

  For a second, I felt confused, like I usually did around my mother. There were times when I thought she couldn’t stand me, and then she went out of her way and did things like that. She didn’t always do it, sometimes I’d have to make it back and get my own dinner, take some sheets and blankets out of the linen closet and make the bed myself before sleeping on it. It depended on her mood, so she must have been in a good before I was late, then.

  “I already told you, the car broke down. I didn’t mean to be late.”

  She acted like she didn’t hear me, continuing.

  “But then you come here, late, two hours after the time you said you would, with no call. You get here and you don’t even stay, I am talking to you and you’re turning your back to me. After I lost what would have been an enjoyable evening, and made food that went to waste.”

  I sighed. So, we were back to that again. I rubbed at my temple, feeling a headache coming on.

  “Mother…”

  “You don’t send me enough money. Then when you come to visit, you’re out all night.”

  “I didn’t mean to stay out late last night. But I called and told you I would be away.”

  “You’re only here for a couple of nights, one night is already gone. I’m not going to stick around and babysitting you Emma because I do have stuff to do, that I have been doing with you not here.”

  “I’m not asking you to stop your life just ‘cause I’m here now.”

  “It doesn’t seem like it to me. Because I’m going to be out most of today, I’m going out to meet my friends. Tomorrow morning, I have church and I won’t be out until lunch, and you never want to go with me, and you usually leave pretty early in the afternoon.”

  I had to if I wanted to beat traffic. I made a mistake of leaving a little late, around four thirty, once and I spent over an hour in traffic. I got back home at midnight and I had to be up by four the next morning because I had a paper to study for.

  I opened my mouth to tell her something along those lines, but she just talked over me.

  “Why the hell do you bother to come down here, huh? Is it to waste my time, laze around in my home and eat my food? I’m a modest worker, Emma. I don’t make that much money, and there are still bills to pay.”

  I wondered why, too, sometimes.

  “I understand about the bills. I’ve been sending you money, haven’t I?”

  “Well, it’s not enough. You ever come back here and put me through last night again, and you will be funding your pay.”

  I gaped at her. “You could kind of say I already do. Mom, I usually go out and buy groceries for you when I’m here, even when you don’t need them.”

  She gave a wry twist of her lips. “Buying me stuff I don’t need isn’t exactly helpful. I either need to give it away because it’s going to spoil, and I don’t want to be wasteful with food, or I give away what other stuff you bought but I have no need for.

  “I know you have money Emma, I know you’re going to have a lot more when you finally get around to getting a job. You don’t need to flaunt it for me. I am a simple secretary, I always have been. It got me through raising you. I do appreciate the money you send me, but don’t buy me things that I don’t need just to show off.”

  I was so angry I couldn’t even stand to listen to her. After everything, all she could think about was the money? She was my mother, she’d used up resources to raise me, whether it was her legal and moral obligation or not. I would have given her money anyway, but to hear her talk, I owed it to her.

  Whatever. I turned away with her in mid-rant, and this made the second time in my life I had done that.

  Never again, I promised myself. I still felt like a shower, but I could have one once I was back in my own space. I wasn’t going to visit mom again or call, or email, or whatever. I’d send her the money anyway like I did every month. I was calculating it all, and once it was twice what I estimated she’d spent raising me, no matter how long it would take, I would cut off all contact with her, because clearly, she didn’t care either way.

  I jumped in my car and headed back home.

  Chapter Eleven

  Abe

  I woke up, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my brother, lying next to me and facing in my direction.

  It wasn’t the weirdest thing, we ended up on a single bed often because it was just cheaper that way when we were sleeping in a hotel. Of course, we didn’t often do it naked. Carl maybe, because he had no shame, but I never slept naked, unless I’d had a woman in my bed and we were doing more than just sleeping.

  I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes, frowning as I glanced at my brother then around the room. I knew we were in Libreville. We were in town
to see our dad, and Carl ended up dragging me to a bar. I didn’t think we were drunk, though.

  Then I remembered last night; meeting Emma Davis and bringing her back with us, spending hours in bed not sleeping. I realized why it felt like something was missing. It was more like someone. I looked around again, already knowing she wouldn’t be there. I got up and went around the room, anyway. I went to the front room, and then checked the bathroom.

  No Emma.

  After the amazing night we had, I was more than a little disappointed to wake up and find Emma gone. It was a bit of a surprise, I’d had one night stands before where it had happened—either I walked, or the woman did—but it was implied that things wouldn’t be going further than a night of intense fucking. With Emma, though, I didn’t just want more of what we had last night, I wanted to see her.

  Hell, neither of us even thought to ask for her phone number, so we had no way of contacting her later.

  The first thing I thought of was going to look for her. She would probably be going back to her mom’s. She was around for the weekend, so there were two whole days to look for her.

  But, we—and it was going to be we because I wanted to go and no way would Carl just sit back and wait for me—would probably just end up making things difficult for her with her mother. It was the last thing I wanted. If I had some idea when she’d left, I might have had some chance of catching her, but it wasn’t like she lived that far away.

  Fuck. I was really tempted to run out after her anyway.

  Because I was already up, I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. I was coming out, a towel wrapped around my hips, when Carl woke up, sitting up in the bed so the sheets pooled in his lap and looking around, squinting his eyes. Pretty much like I had maybe twenty minutes ago.