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  Chapter Thirteen

  Jane ended up giving Lonnie her Friday shift, which was actually kind of nice because she had Rys and William over and she and her mom fixed them dinner. They had spent all day helping repair the house. The shutters were no longer hanging on by a nail, the hole in the porch where the wood had rotted out was patched up, and a hundred other little things were fixed. It helped structurally, of course, but the house was still a little rundown shack.

  “Thank you again, boys.”

  Her mother got up to clear the table, and Rys and William stood and said in unison, “Let us clean up.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so. You boys did so much today already. Go relax in the living room, or maybe you three can go catch a movie.” Bridget left the dining room and headed into the kitchen.

  Rys and William smirked at her.

  “What?”

  William shook his head, and Rys leaned forward.

  “We can think of something a little more entertaining than going to the movies if you’re up to it, Jane.”

  Instantly her cheeks heated because all she could think about was being between the two of them without anything on.

  “Stop, Rys,” William said through a grin. “You’re embarrassing her.” William took her hand in his, his thumb rubbing over her fingers. “Want to go to a bonfire over at Brooklyn’s?”

  Normally she would have declined because when alcohol was involved, people tended to lose their inhibitions. Things were said and then fights broke out. She was tired of Rys and William having to defend her honor. It wasn’t their job, and she needed to learn to take care of herself because, even though they said they loved her, which she didn’t doubt, how much could they take? Soon they would get tired of being in a relationship with a girl the town hated all because of her lousy father and her family’s empty wallets. But she felt a little more comfortable going since Brooklyn was the host and most certainly wouldn’t let anyone over that was willing to start shit for the hell of it.

  “Yeah, okay.” She stood. “Just let me get cleaned up.” She had repainted one side of the house in hopes of finishing it up on her next day off. What she needed to do was wash off the splatter of paint and sweat from her body.

  “We’ll do the same. How ’bout we pick you up in say”—Rys glanced down at his watch—“an hour?”

  Jane nodded and walked them to the door. They hesitated at the threshold, and she knew what they wanted. Smiling, she lifted on her toes and kissed first William and then Rys. It certainly wasn’t a swoon-worthy kiss, but the smiles on their faces had her body heating anyway. Once the door was shut behind them, Jane leaned back against the wood. Her mom stood in the entryway to the kitchen, her smile wide as she stared at Jane. Jane’s cheeks heated when she realized her mother had most likely seen her kiss them on the lips.

  “I’m glad you finally woke up, honey.” With that her mom turned and went back into the kitchen. Jane stood there for a moment, her mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out. Her mother may have hinted about a relationship with the Holden twins, but Jane never thought that if she was actually faced with it, she would approve. It looked like Bridget Silver had no problems with her being with two men, especially when those men were Rys and William. Now, if only she could make sure the town wouldn’t condemn her for being with them, maybe she wouldn’t feel so frightened to tell them all that she loved Rys and William and to fuck off. After years of being looked down on, she shouldn’t give a shit what any of them said, but she found it wasn’t easy for her to just ignore what was being said and keep her emotions out of it. In truth, every time someone gave her a dirty look, or she heard “white trash” or “tramp” it broke her down just a bit more. She shouldn’t care because what she and the Holden boys had shouldn’t be tainted by the ignorant words of a few townies that didn’t know half of what their relationship was made of. Just knowing her mom approved made her feel warm and safe. Others might not agree, but the only people in her life that mattered didn’t have a problem with her loving two men.

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  A bonfire was set in the middle of a vast field. Brooklyn not only owned Rowdy’s, but he also owned more than fifty acres of wooded land that even had a rambling brook. His family had lived in Ecstasy since the first settlers nearly one hundred years ago, and she even thought she had heard that one of his family members was a founding father. Rys and William flanked her as they made their way toward the large group of people standing around the roaring fire. The flames had to be eight feet high, the yellow and orange flickering and popping. The closer they got, the louder the sound of classic rock filtered through the night.

  “Yo, if it isn’t the Holden twins.” A few of the guys came up, and Rys and William slapped them on the back in the greeting that men usually did. Dyllon and Jacob Michaels, brothers who were a few years older than Jane, smiled and greeted her. William’s hand landed on the small of her back, and she took strength from the gentle touch. Rys looked down and smiled at her.

  “Beer?”

  “Sure. Thanks.” Rys looked at William and asked him without actually saying anything if he wanted a beer too. After a second he headed toward a line of kegs and disappeared in the thick throng of bodies and shadows.

  “Hey, it’s little Jane Silver.” Jaxx Mason sauntered over to them, and she was struck by how gorgeous he was. Hell, a lot of the guys in Ecstasy were good-looking. Maybe it was something in the water?

  “Hey, Jaxx.” He reached out and ruffled her hair like she was some little kid. He was only a few years older than she was, yet he acted like she was his little sister. She had to admit it was endearing.

  Olyver Eberhardt was right behind him, beer in hand. Olyver, owner of Eberhardt Construction, had a wide grin as he stopped in front of her. His dark hair and eyes looked like spilled ink in the darkness that surrounded them. She thought he and his sister Eva were part Italian or some other Mediterranean ancestry.

  “Hey, girl.” He wrapped one arm around her, and she couldn’t help but smile. He had always been nice to her. Eva too. “You’re looking good. These jackholes treating you right?” He tilted his beer to William and then to the crowd that had swallowed Rys.

  “Yeah.” She chuckled at his pseudo-serious look. He gave a tight nod like her answer was satisfactory.

  “No one been giving you a hard time, have they?” Olyver watched her over his beer as he took a long drink.

  “Nothing I can’t handle.” She looked around and noticed that the guys had formed what looked like a protective circle around her. Jaxx stood in front of her with William to her left. Olyver was to her right, and the only gap in their circle was a small sliver, just enough that she could see Rys coming back with three beers between his fingers. When he reached them, he gave Olyver a pointed look until Olyver raised his hands in surrender and moved beside Jaxx so that Rys could stand to her right. Looking around at them, she didn’t care if anyone thought she was a slut because she kept company with a lot of Ecstasy’s most attractive and eligible bachelors. They were all nice to her, never condemning her or her mother for all the mistakes that her father had made.

  Rys handed her and William a beer, and then the conversation started. She stood there listening, participating occasionally, but feeling wholly comfortable as she listened to the friendly banter of the guys. Did they realize Rys kept stroking the exposed skin at the small of her back or that William kept brushing his fingers along hers? Being around friendly faces had her easing, relaxing, and actually enjoying the company.

  Hours passed, and her hand was never empty of a new beer. A good buzz settled into her body, and she found herself laughing at the idiotic but hilarious things the guys were talking about. The cheesy yet disgustingly sexual jokes were coming more and more the more they drank. It was funny as hell, and she was glad she had agreed to come. Her bladder screamed at her, and she shifted on her feet. William dipped his head so that his lips were close to her ear.

  “Honey, you have to pee or are
you trying out a new jig?” The laughter in his voice was clear, and she glared at him at the same time she elbowed his side. All she came up against was solid muscle. “Come on, Janey.”

  “I can go by myself. You don’t have to leave everyone just to watch me pee.”

  “I know you can. I just feel better knowing that a vagrant won’t kidnap you while you’re squatting.”

  A burst of laughter left her, and she peeked around at the guys. No one paid her any mind. “Okay, William.” She wasn’t going to argue because, truth be told, she wanted to spend more time with William, even if he was just walking her to pee.

  The neck of his beer was between his thumb and forefinger, and he lifted it to his lips and took a long pull from it. Handing the now empty bottle over to one of the guys, he slipped his hand in hers and told Rys he was “escorting Janey to take a leak.” The smirk Rys gave her had her cheeks heating. William led them past the guys and into the thick line of trees that bordered the bonfire. Jane didn’t miss a few curious glances as they passed. No one gave her a dirty look, but the people Brooklyn associated with weren’t douchebags.

  The sounds of the party faded the deeper they went in the woods, and she told William to stay put while she disappeared behind a rather large oak tree. When she was finished and stepped away from the tree, she saw William leaning against the tree across from her, his hands in his front pockets, and one knee bent on the trunk.

  “Hey.” He smiled at her, his teeth straight and white and flashing in the darkness.

  “Hey yourself.” She took a few more steps forward until she stood right in front of him. The smell of his cologne washed over her, and she sighed.

  “You look pretty tonight.” He lifted his hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  Jane looked down at herself, noting that she was only wearing a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” She gazed down his body. He wore a pair of cargo shorts that hung to his knees, and a white short-sleeved button-up shirt. His skin, even in the darkness, looked golden and delectable. Sidling closer to him, she pressed her chest to his and rose up on her toes to press her lips to his. He groaned and speared his hands in her hair, bringing her closer and kissing her deeper.

  “You feel so good, Janey.”

  She could have said the same thing about him. She could feel how aroused he was as his erection pressed into her belly. In that moment, with so many people just feet away from them, Jane wanted William between her thighs. She wanted to feel his hips thrusting against hers, shoving his cock deep inside of her.

  “I want you, William. Right now. Please.” She opened her mouth wider, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth. Sliding her hand down the front of his body, she rubbed his cock through his shorts, eliciting a rough groan from him.

  “Right here, sweetheart?” He panted against her mouth. “I don’t want to take you like some kind of animal.” She could tell he was trying to sound concerned, but the hardness of his arousal let her know that William was right on board with what she wanted, no matter what he said.

  “Yes. Right here.” Gripping him harder through his cargos, she rubbed her chest more firmly against his, loving how her nipples hardened. His body was so hard, so muscular. It was like they hadn’t wanted to touch her since she’d told them what really happened with her father, but what they didn’t understand is that she needed their touch. It was the only thing that was helping her get through the fucked-up things that happened.

  “God, sweetheart. You feel so damn good.” His hands found the curve of her ass, right where her thigh met her butt, and he lifted her easily. He pushed away from the tree, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

  “Wait.” William set her on her feet but lavished her mouth with a series of kisses. It took everything inside of her to pull away. William took a step back, the hint of moon above them showing his strong, square jaw and full lips. After dropping to her knees, she pushed past the uncomfortable pain when her knees encountered debris on the forest floor. She looked up at William as she started undoing the button and zipper of his shorts. His breathing was fast, his eyelids half-closed.

  Cock springing free as soon as she pulled his shorts and boxer briefs away, William groaned, and Jane licked her lips. He was just as large as his brother, thick and long with a cock head that was bigger than the rest of his shaft. A drop of pre-cum dotted the slit, and she leaned forward, her eyes on his as she ran her tongue along the tip. The flavor of musk and salt assaulted her senses, and she groaned and engulfed more of his cock. His hands speared into her hair, pulling at the strands roughly. The spark of pain felt so good, coupled with the tingle centered in her pussy. Sucking him in as deep as she could, Jane snapped the button of her shorts free and speared her hand between her thighs. A jolt of pleasure zinged through her when her finger rubbed along her clit, and she renewed her efforts, deep-throating him. His hips started moving in tandem with her bobbing head, and soon William was fucking her mouth.

  “So good, Janey. So fucking good.” She didn’t know why, but hearing him curse inflamed her. It wasn’t like she had never heard him swear, but William was always so controlled, so proper in ways, that hearing him let go in his pleasure was a heady sensation.

  Little jolts of cum filled her mouth, and she knew he was close. She wanted to taste him, wanted his semen filling her mouth and going down her throat. Hollowing her cheeks, she cupped his balls with her free hand, but before he could explode in her mouth, he had her hauled to her feet and his mouth slanted on hers.

  “When I come, it isn’t going to be in your mouth but in your pussy.” He murmured his words against her mouth, and in the next instant, he had her shorts and panties pushed off and her back against the tree. She wrapped her hands around his neck, loving the crass way he spoke. He slid his hand behind her left knee, lifted her leg and brought it flush with his hip. His other hand landed on the trunk beside her head, and he deepened the kiss.

  The new position parted her labia, and her clit came in contact with the base of his cock. Jane blindly reached between their bodies, not daring to break their kiss. William’s mouth on hers was erratic, fierce and demanding. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen, and she relished it. Gripping his cock, she stroked it a few times, loving how his body tensed and a groan vibrated against her mouth. After positioning him at her entrance, she didn’t have a second to catch her bearings before he was plunging into her. All his hard, warm length slid through her wetness, stretching her, rubbing the sensitive flesh inside of her. A gasp left her when he was fully inside, and then he was pounding away, slamming his cock in and out of her. Her back rubbed against the bark, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him fuck her good and hard.

  “Harder, William.Please.”

  “Janey, fuck.” He slid his hand behind her back, cushioning her like the gentleman he was. “You can’t say those kind of things, sweetheart.” His actions and words contradicted themselves. “I’m five strokes away from blowing my load as it is, and when you say those things, my restraint is next to nothing.”

  He took her mouth again in a bruising kiss and started really pounding into her body. Her orgasm was coming on strong and hard, and all she could do was hold onto him, riding it out. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against her shoulder, panting as he pumped his hips in and out. Her climax washed through her, and she gasped at the intensity of it. Her mouth found his shoulder, and she bit the shirt-covered flesh. He grunted but soon followed in climax. The feel of his seed exploding out of him and coating her insides had another series of contractions clenching down hard on his dick.

  “Yeah, Janey, that’s it, sweetheart.” His hand moved away from her leg, but she kept it firmly attached to his hips, arching into him more. He gripped her breast, massaged the globe, and when her nipple was erect, he started pinching the tissue. His hips were still moving back and forth, but it was languid and comforting. “I lo
ve you so much, sweetheart.”

  Feeling this kind of intimacy was exhilarating, and Jane tightened her hold on him. Since she’d gotten on birth control at the town’s free clinic, there was no barriers between them. It made her feel closer to them, more loved. She just wished she could give them more. They did so much for her, for her mother. They were the most selfless people she knew, and her love for them grew every day. “I love you too, Will. God, I love you.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Jane and Will came back to the party, the music was louder, and the alcohol was flowing even more freely. William grabbed her hand, and she looked down at it and then up at him. She didn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. His grin matched hers, and he gave her hand a light squeeze. Looking around at the people, she wondered if they knew what she and William had done. No one paid any attention to them. In fact, the majority greeted both of them, and some handed beers to them. They made their way back to the circle of guys they had left earlier. Although none of them mentioned that they had been gone longer than what was needed to take a piss, Jane got a few smirks and raised eyebrows. The conversation started back up about construction and technical jargon that had her lost. Then she realized Rys was missing. Looking around, she saw him over by one of the kegs, with Christa Martine sidled up very close to him. Jane wasn’t a jealous person by nature, not when she had seen Rys and William with different women throughout the years, but now was so much different.

  It wasn’t hard to see Christa’s attraction. She stared up at Rys, who had his back to her as he talked with a few other guys. No, Jane had nothing to be jealous about, and just as she was about to turn around and put her petty feelings behind her, she watched Christa grip Rys’s arm, which caused him to turn and look down at her. Even from this distance, she could see Rys’s confusion as he stared at Christa, but then he leaned down and she whispered something in his ear. His face paled and then hardened. He shook his head a few times, his mouth moving quickly as he spoke. Christa’s mouth started moving as well, and her hand slid up his arm and stopped on his chest. Jane’s heart pounded she found herself gripping William’s hand tighter. He was too engrossed in construction talk to realize her distress. She tried to keep her calm, keep her face smooth of reaction, but the longer she watched Christa touch Rys, and the fact he wasn’t pushing her away, had Jane thinking all sorts of horrible things.Were they sleeping together? It wasn’t like they had sat down and declared their exclusivity to one another, although Jane had assumed as much after they told her how much they loved her. Jane couldn’t hear what they were saying, and it wouldn’t have bothered her so much that he was talking to Christa if not for the fact the two of them started walking toward the forest, her arm now wrapped around Rys’s bicep.