Page 44 of Watch Your Back (Devil’s Backbone #2)
I’m so totally screwed. As if the past three weeks weren’t bad enough with Ashley.
As soon as I told everyone about Cameron’s so-called suicide, I knew I’d have to confess to the cameras I had set up. Which in turn would make everyone feel like their privacy had been invaded and undoubtedly cement Ashley’s decision to move out.
But I don’t want her to move out. I don’t want to keep fighting with her, but I also know it’s easier living with her when I know she hates me.
When she’s soft and kind, when she’s friendly or flirty…
the lines blur too much. It’s better to keep her angry, so I don’t put either of us in another uncomfortable situation.
So sue me. I lied about how many cameras I’d placed. I only fessed up to the one monitoring the front door, because that footage was enough to prove none of us had mysteriously sleepwalked the night Cameron was murdered.
I should take the others offline, but this recent development makes me think we still need them.
For safety.
N. Essex, March 8
A loud crash followed by a groan of pain made me rush from my bathroom dripping wet and wrapped in just a towel a few days after the news of Cameron’s death broke.
Panicked images of Heath hanging from the ceiling fan filled my head as I raced to the living room, only to find Carter rolling around on the kitchen floor, holding his thigh in pain.
“What happened?” I exclaimed, glancing around to see a chair knocked over and a box of lightbulbs on the counter. “Did you…did you just nearly kill yourself trying to change a lightbulb, Sir Carter?”
His answer was just another pained groan. “I think I pulled a muscle,” he admitted pitifully. “The chair slipped while I had one foot up on the counter, and I think I just did the splits. My body isn’t made to do the splits, Spark. It hurt.”
Giggles erupted from me as I tucked my towel under my arms, then offered him a hand to help him up. “Come on, handyman Bass. I’ll massage it out for you. Go lie on the sofa. I’ll grab some oil and put some clothes on.”
“Or you could skip the clothes. Nate just left for the gym.” He waggled his eyebrows, then winced as he tried to put weight on his leg. “Ow, holy shit.”
Laughing, I pushed him toward the couch and went to grab my oils from my room.
I started to pull out some clothes but then realized he made a good point: Nate wasn’t home, Heath was on a therapy call, and Royce was at class.
So I just threw on a short satin robe and made my way back out to where Carter was tugging off his T-shirt.
He’d already put Lady outside, and she was happily chewing on a pig’s ear, so I placed my bottle of oil down on the coffee table and smacked his muscular ass. “Take these off, Sir Carter. If you’ve pulled a muscle, I need to get into your glutes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he purred, dropping his boxer briefs and kicking them aside, sitting down bare-assed on the leather couch. “How do you want me?”
I couldn’t have wiped the smile from my face if I’d tried. “Lie down.” Could I have worked on his hamstrings and glutes with his underwear still on? Sure. But why rob myself of the joy of his naked body when there was no need for modesty? “Ass up, baby girl.” I couldn’t help myself.
He snort-laughed. “Like this?” He stretched out on his belly and jokingly arched his back to stick his rear in the air, making me chuckle.
“You don’t seem injured, Sir Carter,” I teased, pouring some oil out into my palm and rubbing them together before laying my hands on his thigh. “Are you sure that wasn’t just an excuse to get naked?”
“Like I need an excuse,” he retorted, then groaned with pain as my fingers dug into his sore muscle. “Ow. Holy shit, Spark.”
I smiled to myself. “Shush. Let me sort out this kink and then we can work on some other kinks.”
“Fuck,” he wheezed. “Now I’m hard and in pain. You’re a cruel woman.”
I hummed my agreement but focused on massaging his upper thigh where he’d probably pulled something during his impromptu splits.
“It’s been a while since you’ve mentioned how things are going with your mother,” I said softly, after some time working on his leg.
To give him a reprieve, I switched to his other thigh.
“Is she still threatening to have me framed for murder?”
He grunted as my fingers dug into his other hamstring. “No. But only because she’s friends with Jade’s mother, who has been keeping her fully up-to-date on all the Nevaeh gossip.”
“So she’s only backed off because I’m supposedly with Nate,” I murmured.
“For now,” he admitted. “But I’m working with Royce’s uncle to build a stalemate against her. Bind her hands, so to speak, so she won’t risk pissing me off and losing everything she’s built up since my father passed.”
I frowned, trying to remember what Royce had told me of his uncle. All I knew was that he’d helped Katie forge a relationship with her son from behind bars. “Is he a private investigator?”
“No, he’s a U.S. attorney.”
“Oh, I had no idea. That’s helpful.”
Carter rumbled a small laugh. “Very helpful. He fucking hates my mom too. Actually, he hates anyone associated with the DBS but especially our parents’ generation, since they were all involved in what happened to Katie.”
“That makes sense,” I murmured. “Roll over; I need to get your quads.”
I’d slipped into work mode but quickly snapped right back out of it when he rolled over and presented me with his thick, hard erection lying against his tattooed abs. “Oh,” I said aloud, blinking like an owl.
“I’m actually feeling tense in a different muscle,” he told me with a smirk, wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft. “Any chance you can rub this one?”
I rolled my eyes and groaned at the cheesy line. “What’s with you guys and thinking I give out happy endings with my massages, huh?”
He pursed his lips, clearly trying to work out whether he could convince me without inadvertently insulting me. “So…no?”
“I didn’t say that.” I tugged the tie on my robe and let the slippery fabric drop to the floor, leaving me naked. “If your leg cramps?—”
“It won’t.” He cut me off, eagerly pulling me onto the couch so my knees straddled his hips. “It’s so much better already. You have magic hands, Spark.”
I narrowed my eyes, even as I braced my oil-slippery hands on his chest. “But if it does?—”
“It won’t,” he insisted, already lining himself up with my center. “Fuck, you’re already so wet. Spark, you were totally thinking dirty thoughts about my body that whole time.”
I sank down onto him slowly, groaning as his thick girth stretched me out and sent shivers of intoxicating desire zapping through me. “Yeah,” I agreed, “you’ve got a nice body, Sir Carter. I think dirty thoughts about it a lot.”
“Fuck,” he whispered in a husky voice as my pelvis met his, my body swallowing him whole. “You’re perfect, Spark.” Then he grabbed my waist and flipped us over in one smooth motion without withdrawing even an inch.
With my back against the couch and my legs around his waist, he thrust deeply a couple of times, and my hips arched up to meet him. “You’re not injured at all,” I complained with a breathy moan as he fucked that huge cock into my pussy. “You big faker.”
He chuckled, kissing my throat as he drilled me with fast thrusts. “Maybe I’m just willing to endure any level of pain to hear those sweet moans and whimpers from you.”
“Whoa,” Heath said, making us freeze. I tilted my head back and locked eyes with him from upside down. “I didn’t realize you guys were home. Did you…want privacy, or…?”
He was shirtless, in just a pair of loose shorts, hair damp like he’d just gotten out of the shower after his therapy appointment. I licked my lips, debating the options, because, on the one hand, Carter wasn’t the most team player of my boyfriends, but on the other hand…
“I mean, this is the common living space,” I replied with a teasing grin. “If we wanted privacy, then we should have taken it to my room. Right, Sir Carter?”
He grumbled something about playing dirty with nicknames, but he didn’t disagree.
“Hmm, I dunno,” Heath pondered aloud. “That doesn’t sound like an enthusiastic invitation from Sir Greedy Pants.
Maybe I’ll just sit over here and catch up on current affairs.
” He dropped into the armchair beside the sofa we occupied and flicked on the huge TV.
His eyes were not on the screen, though.
Carter’s hips rocked a few times, thrusting shallowly as he seemed to think it over. “Do you want Heath to join in?” he asked in a husky whisper, his question for me and me only. “Do you want us both to fuck you at the same time?”
My pulse thumped so hard, I was sure he could feel it against his lips on my throat. “Yes,” I admitted without any hesitation. “I really, really do. But only if you’re okay with it.”
“I am,” Heath offered, his hand inside his shorts despite his claim to be watching the news. “If anyone was curious. I’m okay with three-ways. Just ask Royce.”
Carter groaned, his teeth sinking into my nipple for a moment. “Fine,” he growled. “But Heath has to wipe down the leather before Nate gets home.”
“Deal,” we both replied.
In seconds Heath had kicked his shorts across the room, and the two of them manhandled me until they had me right where they wanted me.
Heath groaned as I sank down onto his huge dick, my tits in his face as his head rested on the back of the sofa.
“See, Ashes,” he murmured, cupping my breasts in his hands as I rose and fell a couple of times to work him in deeper, “if you didn’t live with us, how could we do this in the middle of the day? ”
They’d all been giving me no end of grief after Royce told them what I’d been doing with Carly the other day. Apparently they were taking every opportunity to show me the benefits of our current arrangement…and this was definitely one of them.
“This oil is safe to use, right?” Carter asked, holding up my massage oil just a moment before I realized what he meant.
Almost panting with excitement, I nodded. “Yeah. It is.”
“Good,” he murmured, then drizzled a heavy amount down my crack. “What was it you said to me before?”
Nervous laughter bubbled out of me as I leaned deeper into Heath, mentally preparing myself for a very unexpected configuration.
When Carter had asked if I wanted them to fuck me at the same time, I had just assumed he would be fucking my mouth.
But this was also a more than welcome turn of events that I was more than enthusiastically inviting.
Heath waited patiently, his tongue flicking my hard nipple playfully as Carter got himself sorted, taking a few attempts to work out where to put his legs to both balance and reach where he needed to reach, but eventually he worked it out and started the important work of pushing his oil-slicked cock into my tight asshole.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he forced the tip inside with a grunt.
Heath was far from slim in the trouser-snake department, and it meant that my core was already well occupied regardless of which entry was used.
But I, for one, was more than willing to push the limits.
What was the saying? Fuck around and find out?
“Breathe, Spark,” Carter coaxed, his fingers stroking down my spine as he pushed deeper. “Holy shit, that feels so good.”
Heath sucked my nipple into his mouth, teeth teasing me with the edge of pain and causing delicious trembles to erupt through my whole body. I gasped and moaned, trying to rock between the two of them as Carter forged ahead.
He grunted, grasping my hips to hold me still as he made a few thrusts to work the rest of the way in, then pushed me down so that Heath was also completely inside.
I was…just missing Royce now. Shit, maybe I did have issues.
“Please,” I panted, so overstimulated I felt like a lit firework with an undetermined length of fuse. “Please…fuck me.”
“You heard her,” Heath said, his fingers threading into my hair as he pulled my face down to kiss.
Carter hissed as he rocked out and thrust back in experimentally. Then Heath did the same, bucking his hips up from beneath and making me squeal. Then they somehow managed to coordinate their busy schedules and thrust at the same time, which made me scream against Heath’s kisses.
“Oh, I liked that noise,” Carter admitted. “How many of those can we get before she comes?”
Too many. The answer was too fucking many, and yet at the same time, not enough…
Carter bit my shoulder as he came on the tail of my orgasm, then Heath immediately gasped a curse and blew his load as well.
“What the fuck?” Heath moaned, his face buried in my hair as I turned to jelly between them. “Dude, I fucking felt you coming. That was messed up.”
“Bad messed up?” I mumbled with curiosity. “Or good messed up?”
“I don’t totally know,” he admitted, then started laughing as Carter peeled himself off my back and stood up to stretch.
Just then, the front door clicked open, and I froze, anticipating Nate had caught us fucking on the couch again.
“Oh, come on!” Royce exclaimed instead, and the tension flooded out of me in a wave so intense, it left me lightheaded. “Fuck, you guys, where was my invite? Squirrel, baby, encore?”
“Nah, I’m wrecked,” Carter said with a hint of amusement. “I haven’t nutted that hard in years. I need a shower and a gallon of water to rehydrate.”
Heath chuckled as I slid off his lap. “Fuck, I hear that.” He put up his open palm, and Carter slapped it in a crisp high five. “Maybe a nap too?”
Royce glowered, having already pulled off his shirt. “You guys suck.”
The two of them chuckled, grabbing their discarded clothes before heading out of the living room. I was slicker than a waterpark from our combined releases but also wasn’t that mean…so I slithered off the sofa and onto my knees. “Nah, they don’t. But I do.”
Royce’s brows shot right up, then a huge grin curved his lips. “Fuck, I love you.”