Kane bit and sucked her clit, ramming what looked like his whole hand in her cunt.
Jasmine screamed; Kane kept sucking and Colt said, “Jesus. I can feel her comin’.
Her ass is tightenin’ around my c**k like a f**kin’ vise. Can’t hold off.” He groaned and threw his head back.
Kade scooted off the bed and whipped the spent condom in the trash.
Colt dismounted like he’d hopped off a buckin’ horse and clapped Kane on the back.
“Time for double trouble. I’ll be back.” He stumbled from the room with his bottle.
Then Kade noticed not only was Kane naked, he already wore a condom.
Jasmine sat up. “You guys really are identical.” Her gaze lingered on Kane’s cock.
“In every way.”
“Do you know how unbelievably f**kin’ hot it is how much you love givin’ and takin’ pleasure? Very few women are so uninhibited. You’re the ultimate fantasy woman.”
Jesus, Kane. Lay it on a little thick why don’t you? He didn’t need to bother. Jasmine was a sure thing.
Why did that bother him? Isn’t that what he was supposed to want? Wasn’t that why he was here?
But he missed the burning glances. The flirtatious banter. The accidental touches.
That slow build up of lust until you hit the combustion point. That was his ultimate fantasy these days.
“Far as fantasies go, I have one of being f**ked at the same time by identical twins.
Looking over my shoulder and seeing the face of the man taking my ass is the same face as the man that’s in front of me f**king my pu**y.”
Kane grinned. “It’s your lucky day. The McKay twins are here to make your dream come true.” He leaned forward and gave her a sloppy, noisy kiss.
Whoa. Kade had no desire to kiss Jasmine. Ever.
“We’ll make you a Jazz sandwich,” Kane teased.
She giggled.
“Hey, bro, you mind takin’ the rear? I wanna suck these titties while I’m hittin’ the f**kin’ Jazz-pot here.”
Jasmine giggled again.
His brother tossed him a condom.
Kade lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows. Jasmine threw a leg over Kade’s hip, aligning her hole with Kade’s cock. Kade pulled her ass cheeks wide and pushed the broad head past that puckered pink opening and into the channel.
She made a happy sounding moan and leaned back, putting her hands on the mattress by Kade’s ribs and bounced on his dick like it was a pogo stick.
Kane aimed and drove into her pu**y. He set the rhythm, he’d thrust forward then Kade would bump his hips back. Kane lifted Jasmine’s tits and slurped her ni**les.
Jasmine was into it; Kane was into it. Kade just wanted the whole f**king thing to end. What’d started out as a sexy romp had become tiresome. Emotionless. A into B—
then B switches places and C goes into B. It was mechanical sex. No anticipation. No lingering touches or unexpected caresses or slow, sweet kisses. No…connection.
Christ. He must be a f**king wussy-loser if he’d rather be rolling in the sheets playing kissy-face with some nameless woman than participating in a threesome with an uninhibited stripper.
The action increased. Kane pumped his hips, Jasmine started to come, Kane shouted and came.
Kade wondered if they’d notice that he hadn’t come. In fact, his dick was semi-soft.
Jasmine laughed, lifted off Kade’s pole and rolled onto Kane, keeping his c**k inside her, biting his neck like a pesky little dog.
Definitely time to go.
He met his cousin at the door. A bleary eyed Colt swayed into the doorframe and swigged the last of the vodka, before tossing the bottle to the floor. “You leavin’ already?
We’re just gettin’ started.”
“She wore me out. See you guys in the mornin’.” Kade showered and locked himself in his room. When he heard Jasmine screaming and the headboard banging into the wall again, he inserted his ear buds and cranked up his iPod.
***
The next morning Kade rolled out of bed at five-thirty. He started the coffee and shoveled down a bowl of Lucky Charms. The house was disgusting. Dirty dishes piled on the counters. Empty beer bottles and cans everywhere. The garbage overflowed in the corner. He was half-afraid he’d see spent condoms and empty wrappers in the living room.
His brother stumbled in and headed straight for the coffee. “Man. I’m gonna be draggin’ ass today. What’re we doin’?”
“Dad said fixin’ fence and the baler.”
Kane groaned.
“Whose turn is it to clean up the house?”
“I dunno. Colt’s probably. That’s why it’s a f**kin’ mess.”
“I’m sick of it. He can clean the place up tonight after chores or I’m changin’ the locks and he can sleep in the f**kin’ barn like the animal he is.”
“Right, like that’ll happen. Think he said somethin’ about Jasmine bringin’ some friends over tonight.”
“Great. Then I won’t be stickin’ around.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t mention it to Dad today, but I told Uncle Darren I’d check out the problems he’s havin’ with that old Chevy of Grandpop’s. Uncle Harland ain’t any help because he’s tryin’ to keep an eagle eye on Dag. I’m surprised Dag wadn’t here last night to join in the debauchery.”
His brother scowled. “He and Colt got into it last week. Knock-down, drag-out fistfight at Ziggy’s. Both drunk as shit. They ain’t talkin’. For now. Won’t last. Hell, they neither one of ’em probably remember. Don’t know which one of ’em is in worse shape.
They both drink too goddamn much.”
“Ain’t the pot callin’ the kettle black, is it, bro?”
Kane shook his head. “I know when to stop.”
Kade studied his brother. They might look exactly alike, but contrary to what Jasmine said, it wasn’t like looking in a mirror. He and Kane were polar opposites in many respects.
“So how was your date with…what was her name? You were home early.”
“Skylar? Nice woman.” Kane stared into his coffee cup. “Too nice if you know what I mean. Probably be a dozen dinner dates before I’d get invited into her bed. I decided she wasn’t worth it.”
“We’re getting cynical. If it ain’t easy, we don’t want it. And if it’s too easy, it ain’t worth nothin’ either.”
“Speak for yourself. I like havin’ pussy flashed in my face all the goddamn time.