Cast the Cards (14 page)

“What
is she then?” Clark scowled.

“I
don’t know.”

“I
didn’t hand her over for you to fuck this up, Carey.” Venom coated every word.

“Tell
me. Why did you let her go?” He wrinkled his brow and crossed his arms over his
chest.

“You
know as well as I do we could never amount to shit! I’m going to leave and
she’ll still be here. Are you purposely trying to be an asshole?”

He
ignored his comment. “It wasn’t worth it to stick around? Actually be there to
spend what time you have left together?” He wanted to break through the
hardened shell that covered him and break through to the man he saw growing
more and more bitter.

“Are
you trying to guilt me?”Clark clenched his jaw.

“No,
I’m trying to get through that thick skull of yours!” Carey growled. “You’re
wasting what time you have hiding from her, and from me.”

“Maybe
it makes me sick to see the two of you,” he whispered.

“Don’t
act like we make out in front of you.”

“I
can smell the sex on you.  I see the hickeys and the tousled hair.” Clark’s
body vibrated with anger as he grew louder with every word. “It should’ve been
me!”

That’s
the admission I was waiting for .
“So step up then.”

“Wait—what?”
Clark’s voice became a blank canvas.

“You
want her, show her.”

“Is
this some sort of game?”

“No,
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. If I want a snowball’s chance at keeping her
when this is over she has to make a break from you, at least romantically. I
can’t live with her wondering if she wishes it was you instead.”
It’s a hell
I refuse to be trapped in
.

“And
you think we’ll accomplish that by doing what?” Clark asked.

“Sharing.”

Clark’s
jaw dropped.

“Yeah
I know. I’m the last guy to suggest that, but you’re the other half of me, and
I want this to work. Not short term, lifelong. If your ghost is hovering over
us...” Carey shook his head as he trailed off. “It’ll never happen.”

“I
don’t—” Clark shook his head.

“Savannah
Marie West has always belonged between us. Is it really so shocking?”  Carey
whispered.

“No,
not really. Can you live with it?” Clark studied him. “It turns you on, doesn’t
it?”

“Fuck,
yes it does. Once I started thinking about it I couldn’t stop. Imagine it, both
of us moving inside her, filling our girl up.”

“Our
girl… I like that.” For the first time since he returned, Clark beamed.

“So,
it’s a yes.”

“It’s
a hell yes.”

“Thank
God!” Carey tossed his hands in the air.

“Worried?”

“Yeah
I was expecting you to kick my ass.”  Carey ran a hand through his hair and
laughed.

“No,
I wanted you two together. I just…  I never thought it’d cut me to the quick.”

“The
minute I saw your face that first night, I knew how you felt. It ate me up.” He
shook his head.

“I’m
sorry, bro. I thought I hid it better.” Shame dulled Carey’s excitement. “Then
again, when could we ever hide anything from one another?”

“Good
point… how are we going to do this?”Clark rubbed his hands together.

“Play
it by ear. I’m not sure how she’ll react and you know when Vannah’s pissed it’s
best to steer clear a while. I have a question though. Can you change your
clothes?” Carey queried.

“Yeah
I suppose, why?”

“Might
want to do that so she’s not reminded…”

“Ahh
gotcha. Now I’m feeling like an asshole.”

“Come
on. Let me show you the ropes. Give you a crash course on game.” Carey walked
over and slung an arm around his neck.

“Ouch.
Don’t mince words.”

“You’ve
been out of the loop for a while. It’s understandable. Besides, I was always
better with the ladies.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“And
there’s the ego I remember so well,” Clark mumbled.

“Shut
up… and follow my lead.”

“Ass.”

Carey
chuckled at his brother’s scowl. “Don’t worry, bringing you into the twentieth century
will be painless, I promise. You’ve got the whole hipster, emo thing going. We’ll
work with that.”   He patted him on his back and guided him to the closet.

Chapter
Nine

Shell-shocked,
Savannah sat in truck wedged between Carey and Clark in the front seat. When
Carey opened the door to the apartment, revealing them both, the wind had been
let out of her sail. Clark looked gorgeous in a pair of faded denim jeans that
highlighted his killer ass and a soft black T-shirt, and black sneakers. Seeing
Carey beside him in a similar outfit made her pussy weep.

A
strange tension she didn’t understand filled the cab. Clark wasn’t mad. The arm
he’d wrapped around her waist conveyed that. Carey drove with his hand on her
upper thigh. Warm and aroused, she worried her lower lip between her teeth.
They were silent. The rock music turned on low became the background.

“You’re
really quiet, Vannah. It’s not like you.” Clark brought his fingers up to twine
in her hair. His cool fingers brushed her neck, and she jerked.

“Jumpy?” 
Carey squeezed her thigh, sliding his hand up to the area where upper thigh met
pelvis. Digging his fingers in the crease, he traced up and down. Her breath
stuttered.

“What
are you doing?” she whispered.

“Relax,
Vannah. Let us take care of you.” Clark’s lips brushed her ear.

Us!
Her
chest heaved. “I- I don’t—”

“Don’t
think, just feel.” Clark brought a hand up to cup her breast and she gasped.

“We
decided it was time to get the Three Musketeers back together again for an
adult reunion.” Carey brushed her pussy with his knuckles, and she hissed.

“She
already soaked through her jeans, Clark. I think she wants us.”

Clark
spread her legs wider and his hand joined his brothers. The feel of his cool
fingers beside Carey’s sent pleasure rocketing through her body. Her breath hitched.
Her hands moved down to grip their legs.

“Are
you going to let us fill you up? Take you every way possible, and make you
ours?” Clark’s whispered words were impossible to refuse.

“Yes.”

“That’s
our girl.” Carey circled her clit through her pants. She squirmed in her seat.

“I
think she needs a little relief, Clark.”

“H-here!”
The chance of being seen thrilled her.

“Anywhere
and everywhere.” Clark unbuttoned the top of her pants and worked his way down
the front of her underwear.  His fingers hit her heated core like a cool
breeze.

“Oh.”

“You’re
so hot and we,t Vannah.” Parting her lips, he found her stiff clit. “I used to
daydream about touching you like this, watching you come apart for me.” He
circled faster.  Her head fell back against the seat.

“Make
her come on your fingers, Clark.”  The sensual purr of Carey’s voice made her
groan.

“Those
sounds are music to my ear,s baby.” Clark’s fingers moved from her clit and
sank inside.

“Clark!”
She jerked, lifting her hips off the bench.

“That’s
it, baby. Fuck my fingers.” He curled his digits, brushing a spot that made her
see stars.

“Oh!
God, yes!”  He hit the spot over and over again. She pressed her feet against
the floor, arching her back as she rode his long fingers harder. Her pussy
quivered and she clamped down on his digits, screaming as she exploded. He
continued to piston through her orgasm taking her higher then she’d ever flown
before. A few moments later, breathing hard, she turned to watch Clark suck her
flavor off his fingers.

“Mmhmm,
you taste like heaven. I can’t wait to eat that tight little pussy.” 

“First
I think I need to return the favor.” She opened his jeans with dexterous
fingers, freeing him from his boxer briefs.  Two thin veins ran on either side
of his swollen length. The angry red, mushroomed tip yielded a translucent drop
of moisture. She scooped up the pearl with her tongue, savoring the tangy
flavor.

“Take
him in your mouth, Vannah. I want to see you swallow his hot come.”

Taking
him into her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks and opened her throat to accept
him. “Shit!” Clark buried his fingers in her hair, surging up. Using her other
hand to massage his balls, she closed her eyes, basking in the intimacy stolen
from a time that had never been.

He
brushed the back of her throat. She gagged, opening her throat farther. Bobbing
up and down she stroked his cock, twisting her hand. Her pussy flooded with
fresh liquid. His grunts and moan made her core throb. As he fucked her mouth
she imagined how good he’d feel inside her. Carey reached around her waist and
entered her underwear.
When had the car come to a halt?
Carey fingers
brushed her clit and she moaned.

“I’m
going to come!”Clark let out a roar and painted her throat. Swallowing
everything, she bucked against Carey’s questing fingers.  It wasn’t long before
she reached her pinnacle. Removing her mouth from Clark, she screamed. She
rested her head in Clark’s lap as she tried to get her breath.

“Welcome
to the cabin. I had the caretaker swing by earlier and air the place out.”
Carey placed a kiss on her shoulder. Helped her sit up and pulled her body
against him. The heat from his body seeped into hers. She relaxed against him,
limp and pliant.

“Did
we wear you out?” Clark asked.

“Hell,
no.”  
 I want much more than that from my boys.

“Good,
because we’ve both got a lot to give.” Clark’s voice was husky and his face a
thing of beauty.  Passion-glassed eyes and a large smile turned back the hands
of time. He looked alive and vibrant. It was exactly the way she wanted to
remember him.

“How
about we take this inside?” Carey said.

“Sounds
good to me. Race you.” Clark disappeared, and she burst into laughter.

“Smart
ass.” Carey mumbled. They left the car. He paused outside the door, holding her
hand. “I want you to know this isn’t a one-weekend thing, Savannah.”

“What
do you mean? Clark won’t be here indefinitely.” Confused, she frowned.

“No,
but we will. We’d be fools to give up what we found, regardless of how bad the
timing was.”

“Carey.” 
I did not see this coming.

“No.
It’s time to stop running.”

“You’re
right.” She sighed. “If I saw you with another woman I’d want to beat both your
asses.  I don’t know how this happened but it did and I don’t want to let it
go. But I can’t figure out the logistics and work this case.”

“I
know. This weekend is about the three of us. The case isn’t allowed. We’ll
place it on the backburner during the day. Your nights are mine now,
exclusively.”

The
possession in his eyes branded her.
Is he serious?

“What
do you mean?” She goaded him further.

“When
we get back to town you pack your things up and move in with Clark and me in my
place.”

“Yes.”
It was a no-brainer.

“With
that settled, let’s go inside before Clark pops back out here to see what’s
taking us so long.”

He
hooked her waist and led her inside the modern version of a log cabin. The pine
interior was decorated with family pictures and eclectic artwork his parents
had collected over the years. If the place had a theme it’d be homey
hodgepodge. That’s what happened when you had an artist for a mother. 

“She
agreed?” Clark leaned forward on the hunter green couch.

Carey
nodded.

“You’re
ours now, Vannah. I hope you’re ready.”

***

Clark’s
words made Carey’s dick twitch. 
Ours.
They’d called Vannah
their
girl
for as long as he could remember, but this was a completely different
take.  His brother stood from the couch.

“I’ve
waited too long. I can’t wait anymore. Bedroom now.” The commanding tone made
Carey smile with pride. His brother was coming into his own. He’d been cut down
before his prime, but he could at least gain this back.

Beside
him, Savannah purred. “Yes, Sir.”

“Make
yourself comfortable. We’ll be there in shortly.” Clark met his gaze over her
shoulder.

“I
like this side of you, Clark. I’ll be waiting, don’t take too long. I might
start without you.” Putting extra sway in her step, she disappeared down the
hallway.

“You
ready to get the bag?”  Clark asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ll
be right back.”

I
knew his mode of transportation would come in handy.