I can’t help but smile when I realize it’s Weston’s voice.
My brother is rightthere in the hall.
Rayne wants to stand up, so I immediately push my weight fully down on him now, straddling him while he struggles.
I definitely didn’t bother locking the door, and I smile wider as I see the look of dread that comes over Rayne’s face.
“Just a sec, man,” Rayne shouts out. “Give me a minute, please.”
He gives me a look like he’s about to explode.
I keep him pinned on the bed.
Knowing that the door could swing open at any moment.
As Weston talks, I lean down and press a tiny kiss right below Rayne’s ear.
“Dude,” Weston is saying. “Noah and Oliver just made boozy milkshakes. Get your ass down here or yours is going to melt.”
I take Rayne’s earlobe between my teeth, giving it a gentle bite.
As I run my hand along his chest, I discover that his nipple is slick with our cum as my fingertips trail through it.
He tries to move a little, and the frame of his bed creaks.
Rayne blows out a long breath of air near my face, then calls back to my brother. “I’ll be downstairs in a sec.”
Weston pauses, but I don’t hear his footsteps.
“You okay?” his voice finally comes through the door. “I know today’s been stressful, man.”
Rayne hisses as I pinch his nipple hard.
“I’m good, Wes. I promise. I’ll be there soon.”
Suddenly Rayne yanks the knife out of his headboard and grips it, looking up at me with his eyes raised.
I’m only inches from his face now, looking down at him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing with that knife, babe,” I whisper.
“Things will be better soon,” Weston is saying outside the door.
I hear the slurping of a straw.
I click my tongue. “My brotheralwaysgoes the whipped cream at the top before drinking the shake."
“Shut the fuck up,” Rayne whispers, and I run my thumb along his lower lip.
“Anyway,” Weston says. “Get your ass down here or I’m going for yours next. Kahlua and Oreo with a scoop of mint chip.”
As I hear Weston’s footsteps finally walkingoff down the hardwood in the hallway, I reach up and stroke my fingers through Rayne’s glossy chestnut hair.
“You didsowell.”
I lean down to claim a kiss from him again.
At first he retaliates, biting down hard on my lower lip. But after a moment, when I gently put my tongue inside his mouth, he can’t help himself.
