Page 87 of Give Me Peace

“There’s no room for shyness, Tink. You have to communicate.” I hold her gaze, watching closely for the moment she lets go and squares her shoulders. I’ve witnessed the switch a time and two and it never disappoints. I lift my chin in approval, eager for the day she submits so easily while tied to my bed.

“I’m not opposed to it, but I’m not saying yes, either. I think something like that needs to develop naturally. If the moment arises and we’re all okay with exploring it, I don’t see the problem. We’ll only go as far as everyone’s comfortable with.” Saylor exhales loudly, twisting her fingers together nervously as she bravely gives us her opinion on the matter. Fuck I want to kiss her.

“It’s gonna be a no for me,” Ro shakes his head profusely. “I don’t have a problem with seeing you guys kiss or hug her, but that’s my limit. My dick won’t be going anywhere near yours and I damn sure don’t want to watch my girlfriend have sex with someone else. As far as I’m concerned, Saylor has five individual relationships. What she decides to do with each of you is your business. I don’t need specifics.” He shifts uncomfortably, darting his gaze to Tink before focusing it somewhere else.

“That’s understandable,” I nod. “The best thing we can do is keep an open mind, but I agree. For now, we should respect each other’s time and space with Saylor. Keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“I’m down for exploration,” Kade comments, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

“Same,” I agree, looking at my twin expectantly. I can see the wheels turning, the image of Saylor splayed out between us flashing through is head. It wars with the part of him that wants her all to himself, but he’s most definitely intrigued.

“Maybe,” Kash shrugs. I give my attention to Loch, waiting to see where he stands on the subject.

“I’m with Saylor. It’d have to be a right time, right place sort of thing.”

“I think everything else can be discussed with Tink, one on one.” My phone vibrates, so I pull it out, squinting at the alert that just came through.

“Thank fuck,” Ro sighs in relief. Poor bastard’s gonna have a rough time adjusting. “Let me be perfectly clear, though. If any of you embarrass her again by discussing personal shit, acting like this is a fucking game to see who can score first or how often, I’ll rip your dicks off and shove them down your throats.” His tone is deadly, leaving no doubts about his follow-through.

“That goes without saying.” Loch stands, effectively ending the conversation. As everyone scatters to go about their day, I watch Tink as she heads for the kitchen. Her steps are measured, like she’s in a daze. When it’s just the two of us, I join her, leaning back to observe her stilted movements as she mixes up a glass of chocolate milk. When she turns to face me, I grab her and drop her on the counter. Her leg’s part, allowing me space to stand between them.

“You’re freaking out,” I state, knowing for a fact her pretty little head is swarming with anxiety.

“What makes you say that?” Even her voice has shifted, sounding meek and uncertain. That’d be a dead giveaway if it weren’t so obvious by simply looking at her.

“For one, you’re acting like a zombie. And this.” I point to her cup. “You drink chocolate milk for comfort.” Saylor sighs, not bothering to argue with my assessment.

“Did we really just have a family meeting to lay out the ground rules for sex?” She winces, staring at a spot behind me. I place a finger beneath her chin and lift her gaze to mine.

“Yes,” I answer bluntly. “This is serious. You aren’t a fleeting interest or a way to pass the time. Relationships are hard enough with just two people involved, but we’ve got six sets of feelings on the line. A lot can go wrong here. The least we can do is brave the tough conversations, regardless of how uncomfortable they make us, if it’ll help avoid unnecessary strain.”

“You’re right,” Tink agrees, her posture loosening the slightest. “I want this to work. It’s weird to talk about, though. I’ve never been a very outspoken person and it’s strange to have sex discussed so cavalierly.” Even now she squirms, when it’s just the two of us.

“Oh, Tink.” I stroke the bend of her thighs, toying with the crease of her panties. “You’re far more vocal than you think. Are you aware of how loud you are when you come?” Her breath hitches. “I listened. Heard every sound you made. He must have fucked you real good, princess. But when I take you, I plan to make you beg. First, for me to give your body what it needs after being kept on edge for so long. Then you’ll beg me to stop. Because one orgasm won’t be enough for me, Tink. I won’t even let you come down before I’m right back at it. You’ll give me one after another, until I’ve wrung your body out so thoroughly your legs shake and tears stain your cheeks.

“Then, I’ll lick your cunt clean, lapping up every drop. I earned it, after all. I’ll take my time, knowing you’re too exhausted to stop me. I’m going to own you, Saylor. Make you crave me the way I crave you. And the best part?” I slip my thumbs beneath her shorts, gliding one over the soaked fabric covering her pussy. “You want it. You’re weeping for my cock, aren’t you?” Her eyes flutter as she sways unsteadily. “Answer me, Tink.”

“Yes,” she whispers, darting her gaze around the room to make sure no one else is witnessing the moment her downfall begins. She can deny it all day long, but Saylor’s kinky as fuck. You don’t entertain a relationship with five different men if you want plain and boring. That brazen, take-what-I-want side of her might be repressed by a heavy coat of trauma, but she’s climbing free of it.

“You certainly fucking do. Now, ownit.” I pull my hands free and crudely rub her wetness on that pouty mouth of hers. Saylor jerks back, wearing a stunned expression, but I don’t give her the opportunity to overthink. I lick my tongue across her lips, groaning when she responds and does the same. The slight brush makes my balls tighten, desperate for release. “Every day, Tink. A touch here…a touch there. I’m going to edge you to the point of pain. Let’s see how long you last.” I wink, watching the hunger I created catch fire and simmer in those pretty blue eyes.

I head for the garage, leaving Saylor wet and needy without a backwards glance. I plan to stoke that flame, feed it till its blazing and she’s burning with need. To do that, I’ve gotta get the hell away from her. I taste her pussy on my lips and it’s making me crazy. The door slams behind me as I jog down the steps. Placing my hand on the scanner, I wait for the garage to open. I’m staring at the alert I got earlier when someone comes in behind me. I glance back, slightly disappointed to find Loch approaching. I kinda wish it was Tink chasing me down, begging me to finish what I started.

“What’s going on?” he questions, gesturing to the phone in my hand.

“Cam 2 went offline. I need to check it out.” I start walking, not the least bit surprised when Loch follows beside me. We have surveillance on the front and back side of our property, as well as inside and outside the house. Cam 1 and 2 are positioned at the front two corners, on either side of the gate, while 3 and 4 capture the back two corners near the beach. 5 and 6 record the garage and deck area, with 7 and 8 posted inside—one on the main room and the other downstairs. It’s not often we have a glitch, but it does happen from time to time.

“Don’t push her too far, Krew.” I whip my head to the side, angry glare at the ready. “Wipe that pissy look of your face. You know damn well I have every right to be concerned.” I clench my jaw, wishing I had a leg to stand on, but he makes a valid point. At my lowest, Loch had to pull me from a three-day fuck fest with a woman who’s name I never bothered asking. She was willing and ready—my only two requirements. Anything past that was inconsequential. When he kicked in our hotel door, he saw a lot more than my over-sexed dick. He might’ve even blushed.

The worst part of that whole experience was going home to Kash, who’d lost his ever-loving shit while I was out plundering random pussy. I’ll never forget the state he was in or the fact he regressed tremendously from my carelessness. It was years ago, not long after we sent Archie to prison. My manic spiral came in the form of regret, wishing we had handled our stepfather differently. Him being behind bars had done little to satisfy my need for vengeance. That didn’t come until later. I’ve often wondered if Loch or the others know about the lengths I’ve gone to, to make sure that piece of shit suffers.

“I’d never hurt her. And despite what the rest of you might think, she isn’t made of glass.” I shove my hands in my pockets and quicken my steps.

“I know that. She’s tough as fucking nails. But I wouldn’t be bringing this up if I didn’t have a reason to. I won’t say any more about it because I trust you. Just remember that she does, too.” It takes a lot of fucking effort to keep my fist from rearranging his pretty boy face. Loch might mean well, but he doesn’t have the slightest clue about the shit I like or how that trust he’s trying to weaponize and use against me translates to the bedroom. When Tink gives me free reign of her sweet little body, it’ll be because she wants to. Because she trusts me implicitly.

I’m saved from responding when we come to a stop at the concrete post Cam 2 is anchored on. I frown, tilting my head to the side so I can assess the damage from all angles. The lens is cracked and hanging by a thread. I look around, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Goddamnit,” Loch swears, leaning over the barrier as he stares at something on the ground. I heft myself up, taking in the partially shredded frisbee. Piecing shit together, I glance across the street to see the grass is freshly mowed.