Kristen Blooming (25 page)

She felt the heat sear across her cheeks at that crude thought but enjoyed the burn. There really was no better word for what had happened. Brandon and Dylan may have loved her, but they hadn’t spared her the hard edge of their lust or the pleasure it brought. It had gone far beyond simply making love into a whole new realm of desire.

Kristen couldn’t deny that she craved another taste. It was like an ache in her bones that she didn’t think would ever truly be appeased. She marveled at its power as her gaze dipped down to where Brandon’s penis lay. He still looked semi-aroused, a condition she might have mistaken before as fully aroused. Kristen now knew he could grow even bigger, even harder, wonderfully so.

Shivering with the memory of what it had felt like to have him pounding into her, Kristen reached a tentative hand out toward his penis, fascinated by the knowledge of what he could do with it. It looked so funny, and it thumped at the first touch of her fingertips, that blind eye lifting right up as if he could see her hand about to grip down.

Kristen jerked her arm back, startled and uncertain but still curious. With her heart pounding and her palms beginning to sweat, she slowly reached back down but didn’t have the courage to touch him, not until Brandon’s hand lifted to cover hers and guide her motions downward.

In a hushed silence that was its own form of intimacy, he taught her just how to stroke and pump his long, thick length, making it grow and flush hot beneath her hand. Kristen watched in amazed fascination as all of Brandon’s muscles truly tensed and began to quiver. She had done that, her touch had done that, drawn him to a tight bow.

As the blind eye glaring at her began to weep, Kristen was overcome with a need to taste him just as he had tasted her. She could only hope that he would know the same kind of satisfaction he had shown her earlier. Fascinated that she might have such a power, she dipped her head slowly downward as Brandon’s other hand came to twine itself in her hair and guide her motions.

He didn’t rush her, though. He gave her the room to start slowly with just one tentative lick across the flared head straining to reach her lips. Instantly, Brandon groaned and flexed, his hips pumping up through the fist he forced her to tighten around his shaft. Emboldened by his response, Kristen treated him to another lick and then another, becoming drugged on the heady, salty flavor of his desire.

She could have lapped at him all night if Brandon’s fingers hadn’t tightened over her head and forced her lips lower until she was kissing that blind eye. Kristen might be innocent, but she wasn’t totally naïve. She knew what came next and parted her lips to clamp them around his bulbous head and suck, earning herself another groan and jerk.

Then there was no more patience left in him. Controlling both the tempo and speed of her head and fist, he taught her how to fuck him in a whole new way. Kristen couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the lesson, taking to it with an enthusiasm spurred on by her own ever-growing desire.

She was wet and ready to be filled but having too much fun to stop. Thankfully, she didn’t have to. Thankfully, she had Dylan to help ease the burn of her own enflamed lusts. With a mutter, he shifted behind her, dragging her leg over the thick bulge of his own and stuffing the head of his cock into her aching opening with a rough motion Kristen loved.

Then he was holding her still with a tight grip on her hips as he began to pound into her with a merciless frenzy that had her going wild and fucking Brandon with the same enthusiasm. It didn’t take but minutes before her whole world started to come apart at the seams.

Kristen came in a hard, orgasmic explosion that had her bucking and convulsing with the avalanche of rapturous delight flooding through her. Brandon and Dylan were right there with her, grunting and straining as they both went tense. Then Kristen had to swallow quickly as both men came with echoing roars.

Then Dylan collapsed, sandwiching Kristen in a hot, sweaty oven as she ended up plastered against Brandon’s heaving chest. Kristen’s breasts lifted in rhythm with his as she gasped in rough, ragged breaths, trying to calm the rapid fire of her heartbeat, but only time could slow it down.

The seconds dripped past as the euphoric cloud that had bloomed through Kristen finally began to recede, allowing her to catch her breath and become increasingly aware of how sticky she was. It was time for another shower, and a shower meant it was time for another round.

Kristen didn’t think she was up to that. Even as she began to squirm for freedom, she felt the ache down below had taken on a strange soreness that left her moving with a little hesitation. Thankfully neither of her men commented as they released her, rolling away from each other and starting to rise to their feet.

“I can’t.” Kristen blurted that out with a blush as she took note that neither man was what could be defined as soft. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, princess, you don’t have to apologize,” Dylan quickly assured her as he held a hand out to her. “I promise. No more.”

“Though it should be noted that you started it the last time,” Brandon tacked on before offering her up a firm warning. “So, if it’s a no-go, keep your hands to yourself.”

Kristen bit back a smile and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Then I think you better grab a shower alone,” Dylan suggested, not bothering to disguise his own smug smile. “We wouldn’t want to tempt you.”

Kristen laughed at that and allowed him to pull her off the bed. The two men went to the other bathrooms that were tucked in on the enormous top floor of their house, leaving Kristen to shower alone and retreat back to bed, where they soon joined her. Once again she found herself tucked in between them, surrounded by the warm musk that lulled her to sleep.

As she was drifting off, she heard Dylan offer up another point in what appeared to be Brandon and his ongoing argument.

“That’s another first I let you have,” he grumped as Brandon yawned.

“Oh, shut up, Dylan.”

Monday, May 26
^th

Kristen woke up feeling better than she ever had. The sun shined brighter, the birds tweeted louder, and she ended up needing another shower before she made it out of bed. Hell, Brandon and Dylan started before she’d even fully woken up. They roused her from her sweet dreams into a world of erotic heat, making her moan and twist and beg for their fucking.

Then they gave it to her, each man playing with her tight rear entrance as they pumped into her, driving her insane with whispered promises of what was to come and making her ache for it in a way that almost had her begging for both of them at the same time.

She wasn’t ready for that and was still a little embarrassed by their intimate touches. They seemed to know not to push, allowing her the time and room to adjust to their intentions. Unfortunately they didn’t have the time to give to hers as she asked them over breakfast if they would care to join her at the festival Cybil’s church was holding that Memorial Day.

Kristen wasn’t surprised when they said they had to work. They were, after all, dressed in their uniforms. Still, she felt it was only polite to ask, and it also opened the door for them to counter with an invitation to dinner and the suggestion that she might want to bring some work clothes just in case she decided to stay over.

They made it sound as if they were giving her an option, but Kristen knew the truth. They had plans for her that night. How could she turn that down? She didn’t think there would ever be anything she could deny them, and hoped that there never was.

She also hoped that Gwen wouldn’t be around when Brandon and Dylan finally dropped her off back at home, but her wish wasn’t granted. Kristen could see her cousin’s car parked in the driveway. Worse, there was a pickup truck behind it.

Uncertain of what to expect, Kristen opened the front door tentatively. She saw the next few minutes going either one of two ways. She could be about to walk into an intimate moment between her cousin and a male friend, or she could be about to be teased by her cousin for clearly spending the night with her own male friends. Either way it would an awkward moment, and Kristen simply hoped to get to her bedroom without any unnecessary embarrassment.

What Kristen hadn’t expected was to be greeted by the thunderous roar of an outraged man. The sound gave her pause and then had her rushing toward Gwen’s bedroom, where she could hear him yelling. Kristen came to a hard stop, though, as his words finally penetrated.

“
…do this? What the fuck were you thinking? Sneaking into the sheriff’s bed?”

“He told me the door was always open!”
Gwen cut back, clearly on a tear herself.

“Yeah, when you were dating!”

Kristen recognized that voice. Gwen’s mysterious Dean had returned.

“The door was unlocked!”

“So you just decided to strip naked and crawl into his bed?”
Dean sounded justifiably outraged by that suggestion. It was so outrageous even Kristen was having hard time believing it. Gwen didn’t deny his accusation, though.

“You don’t understand. When Alex wakes up next to a naked woman, he just rolls over and does her.”

“
Oh, for God’s sake, Gwen! That’s idiotic.”

That was beyond idiotic as far as Kristen was concerned. It was almost downright weird and desperate. She’d read about pregnant women who went crazy and couldn’t help but wonder if her cousin wasn’t turning into one of them.

“It would have worked.”

“It didn’t.”

“That’s because that fat bitch
Heather
showed up,” Gwen snapped before starting on a rant that had her calling Heather everything from dumb to worse.

Kristen cringed at her cousin’s language, wishing she would just take a breath and calm down. Certainly all this carrying on wasn’t good for the baby. Of course, neither was planning a murder.

“She’s got to go.”

“Gwen
⎯
”

“No!
I mean it. I know you know people who can handle the matter. I want Heather Lawson gone,
for good
!”

Kristen’s eyes widened at the firm determination in her cousin’s tone. It countered the voice in her head saying Gwen didn’t mean it. She was just upset. Once she calmed down, she’d realize that she was talking crazy.

She would, Kristen swore to herself. She would.

“Even if you get rid of Heather, Alex isn’t coming back.” Dean argued, earning Kristen’s respect for being willing to battle the crazy that was coming undone in Gwen’s bedroom. “He had you arrested, Gwen.
Arrested!”

Before Gwen could respond to that or Kristen could absorb it, the shrill ring of a phone cut through the air, shattering the illusion that this was all just a horrible dream. In a split second, Kristen was rushing to her room as she heard footsteps pounding toward Gwen’s door.

Kristen made it to her safe sanctuary, managing to close the door before her cousin slammed open her own. With her ears cocked to the sounds of Gwen answering the phone, Kristen quickly ripped off the shirt and shorts she’d worn home. The bathing suit had gotten left behind, but before she could reach for a fresh pair of underwear, Gwen was pounding on her door and making Kristen dive for her robe as she threw it open.

“Phone is for you.”

With that abrupt pronouncement, Gwen stormed back off to her room, leaving Kristen shaken and uncertain of what to do besides answering the phone. Cinching her robe’s belt around her waist, she darted quickly across the hall to pick up the receiver, only to find that it was Cybil calling to confirm that she was on her way.

That left Kristen no time to get ready. She was hopping down the hall as she fumbled with her shoes and tried to answer the door all at the same time. Thankfully, whatever was going on in Gwen’s bedroom, she and Dean had turned down the volume, assuring Kristen didn’t have to explain anything to Cybil.

Her own curiosity, though, was churning. Over the next week, it burned brighter as her cousin started acting weirder and weirder. It came to a head the following Sunday. Kristen had spent almost every night at Brandon and Dylan’s, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by the good citizens who shared their neighborhood and their love of gossip with just about everybody else.

While Kristen wasn’t ashamed of her blossoming relationship, she was unnerved by the curious looks and speculative whispers. There was one way she knew to get them to stop. It was time to go to church in Pittsview. Churches in small, rural Southern towns were basically like families, and only families attended. Going with Brandon and Dylan would solidify that they were not just fooling around but committed, even if their relationship had some peculiarities.

So Sunday morning she got dressed in her finest clothes after taking a titillating shower with both her men and headed off for the First Citizens church. The way took them past the small, run-down motel that had been built decades past on the outskirts of town. Only the most disreputable sorts stayed there.

Sure enough, as they cruised past, Kirsten’s eyes lit on the sight of her cousin racing through the parking lot wearing next to nothing and chasing the sheriff. It was too much to hope nobody else caught the spectacle Gwen was making. Brandon certainly did, slamming on his brakes and coming to a stop to gawk at the sheriff as he ducked into his cruiser. Gwen was only a few steps behind him, and she began beating on his windows. Kristen could hear her screaming across the street.