Page 81 of Chaos & Carnage
He peeled the sleeping bag away from me, stepping in, shuffling into place at my back.
“Cade,” he said from behind me. “Help me get her clothes off.”
Cade stepped forward, helping Caleb tease the first jumper from me, then the second, and the last one.
“OK, kitten,” he said from behind me. “And your pants. We need these off, too.”
Caleb reached round in front of me, popping the button open on my jeans, his knuckles grazing the skin of my stomach, my freezing stiff body reacting anyway, and I heard the intake of air from behind me. But his fingers never faltered, pushing the material down my legs till I’d stepped out of both, plucking my jeans from inside the sleeping bag and throwing them to the side.
“Ok, Cade, she’s ready for you.”
And despite knowing what Caleb meant, a surge of heat flooded my veins.
Cade wriggled his way in now too, facing me, wrapping his arms around me. From behind, Caleb wound an arm round my stomach, pulling me back into the crook of his legs. And now all three of us lay together in the sleeping bag, mere inches left for movement. Instantly, I was warmer, my teeth no longer chattering, tiredness creeping over me. Someone may have said goodnight, somewhere in the distance.
*****
Voices groaned from around me. The indistinct murmur of men’s conversation on the other side of our tent. Dull light filtered in. No actual sun, but I suspected it was morning. And I was warm. A little too warm. And neither could I move. Cade’s arm lay on me heavily, draped over my bicep, an almost dead weight from where he slept soundly. Behind me, someone stirred, moving against me, fingers scooping under my other side. Shit.
I’d gone to bed with both of them last night. The memory came rushing back. Both stripping down to only their underpants. Both of them climbing into the sleeping bag with me, both peeling my clothes. I’d been so cold; my attention wasn’t on the feel of the flesh against mine. Not then.
But now, it was different. Their skin touched mine, both of their hands on me. Both of their bodies against me. My heart beat a different pace. Erratic pumps, as I tried to ignore the feelings building inside. Caleb’s sleeping breath dusted over my neck and shoulders. Cade’s head was higher than mine so that my nose was pushed almost against his throat, and I inhaled the smell of warm skin and the dying scent of his aftershave.
Caleb moved, the arm round my waist tightening, pulling me into him, feeling the poke of something in my back.
My eyes shot open, and I tried to wriggle away, but his arm tensed, stopping me escaping from the erection pressed into me.
“Caleb,” I called, attempting to wake him. “Caleb. Your…you’re touching me.”
“I know, kitten,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against my bare shoulders as he spoke.
“No. No, your dick is touching me.”
“I know.”
“Well, can you take it off me?”
“Not enough room, kitten. You know how big it is.” The lips at my shoulder moved, spreading into what I thought was a smile, but I wasn’t going to turn around to confirm it.
I pushed against Cade’s chest, trying to wake him. He murmured something, snuggling up against me, and now I felt him too. His cotton-covered cock brushed against my thigh, and he moaned something to the top of my head.
“Cade. I need you to wake up.” I shook at his chest.
His eyes fluttered open a second, gentle green, gone from me in an instant when sleep took him away again. He mumbled something. A mix of vowels, but no sense. Yet his arm dropped down my side, his fingertips grazing my skin, trailing down my arm and then under my ribs. He followed the shape of my body, stroking over my hip, pausing at the side of my knickers and then continuing down my thigh. I closed my eyes, suddenly distracted, a thousand fiery tingles racing over my skin after his fingers.
His hand moved round the back of my leg, pulling it forward over the top of his.
“Cade, what are you doing?”
“Caleb can fuck you from here, if you want him to?” He said sleepily.
“What? What are you talking about?”
Caleb’s arm loosened slightly, his fingers swirling over my stomach, tracing gentle circles round my belly button, and then they dipped, sliding just under the waistband of my knickers. I breathed out loudly, my body tensing under the movement of his fingers, nowhere near me but much too close, anyway.
“I’m saying if you want us both…or if you want Caleb…”
“I don’t want Caleb.”