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  She bit her full bottom lips that I remembered sucking on and devouring for hours whenever and as much as I could, and my body almost betrayed me. My hips gravitated towards her to pin her back to the wall as I brought my mouth close to her mouth.

  For a second she froze.

  Ah. Like a deer who sensed danger.

  I brought my face closer to her and licked the sensitive skin behind her ear, enjoying how she shivered with each lick.

  “What brings you to this neck of the woods, Kaley?” I whispered into her ear.

  She closed her eyes as I licked her sweet spot again. Then she shifted her legs, as though she was trying to stop them from shaking.

  I smiled behind her neck, relishing the effect I had on her.

  “Kaley,” I said in a smooth commanding tone. “I’ll ask you again. Why are you here?” I chuckled against her ear. “Want me to take you out into the woods behind and fuck you until you can’t stand? Or do you want me to throw you down on the ground where I’ll fuck you like a dog?” I had to hold myself back from pounding into her as I pictured her on all fours and me behind her beautiful sexy ass, thrusting into her while I fist her hair back, pulling her towards me so she was arcing her back.

  God, I was so hard thinking about it.

  She shuddered as I brought a finger to trace her lips.

  “The thought of me fucking you hard still makes you so wet, you’re probably soaked,” I growled into her ear. “Aren’t you?” I palmed her crotch, over her mini-dress and smiled. “You look so hot in that dress, Kaley. Good enough to eat. Is that what you want?”

  My fingers reached up into her dress and down into her panties, before I used her own juices to rub against her clit. She shifted again before she let out a whimper.

  I almost kissed her to capture that whimper, but I didn’t. I pressed my finger harder on her clit before sticking my fingers into her thoroughly wet pussy. God she was so deliciously wet.

  “What do you want, Kaley?” I asked.

  She bit her mouth, clamping down so she wouldn’t answer.

  I increased my fingers into her until she was moaning and shuddering. “Come for me, Kaley, you bitch. Come like the whore that you really are,” I muttered against her face. With a final thrust into her, she came into my hand, as I pushed my hips into her against the wall and grinded my cock on her while fully clothed. “You must have a death wish to come back to the house,” I said barely containing the anger I had for her.

  “As I said,” she looked steadily into my eyes. “I came here for the reading of the will.” She twisted her lips into an angry scowl and said. “Not to get fucked by you, Seb. Believe it or not,” she leaned in so her face was up against mine. “I’ve had better.” She smiled her wide happy satisfied smile. “Yes, much better.”

  She stepped away from me and straightened her dress before she walked into the foyer. “So where’s Thomas and Ash?”

  I shrugged, almost still surprised how she blew me off.

  “Can’t wait to see them for their reception. A girl can’t get enough orgasms, can she?” With that, she walked into the living room on her way to the den, her hips swaying from side to side, beckoning me to grab them.

  I turned away from the sight of her before I pulled my cock out of my pants to work it. Kaley was barely back, and I was already jacking off to her. What the fuck.

  Those two years have been very good for her. While she was off to Harvard, probably having sex with all the boys there who couldn’t resist her, I still kept thinking about her, and sometimes even wanting her.

  She was born for sex. She loved it as much as any of us guys. Maybe even more. And that…was why she probably did what she did.

  I took a deep breath after I came. Then wiped my hand clean before I headed to the bathroom of my old bedroom to wash up. Despite her angelic face, hot sexy body, and even vulnerable expressions, she played us.

  And now, she was here to collect.

  Chapter 4

  Kaley

  I could barely walk. My body was still craving his touch.

  When I first saw him, casually checking his phone while dressed all in black cashmere top and pants, I almost fell for him. So handsome and so cocky like he owned the whole world in the palm of his hand. Damn he was so gorgeous. Bigger, more manly, and even sexier. He was ripped before, but he was even more so now. I could feel all of his muscles when he pressed against me. Harder, tighter, and stronger. The years have been good to him after I left. He seemed older, more street smart than he was when he was just Seb, the hot senior and spoiled but pampered rich boy and Lord of the Manor.

  What did he do after I left? Did he finally pursued his passion, like he said he wanted to do, if he didn’t have to help run the Keystone Empire? He was always so handsome in his suits, dressed like the conglomerate heir that he was. Seb had always been the Keystone whom I fell head over heels hard for. Out of all the brothers, he was the one who didn’t warm up to me until the end. Then it was like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

  Except I had the other two Keystone brothers. Thomas with his bright grey eyes was like Seb, but also different from him. Ash with his amber eyes was completely different from his brothers.

  Speak of the devil.

  “Oh Kaley,” a familiar voice called out from the Den as I walked in. “Wow,” Thomas said, putting away the hardcover book he was reading and coming up to me like there was no rift between us. “Look at you!” His grey eyes devoured me from head to toe. “Is it really you?”

  “Thomas,” I said, almost overwhelmed with emotions as I stared at the well-dressed man in front of me. He had a different haircut, cut with large bangs over half of his face, making his grey eyes more intense. He also wore glasses, making him look like a hot smart guy. He was dressed in a long-sleeved buttoned shirt, a preppy V-neck sweater over his shirt, and black skinny jeans that were filled out with muscles. Then came his designer croc-skinned shoes. As serious as he was, he was always at the height of fashion, carrying off any look well. “Look at you, too,” I said, “Cute as a button. Going for that Baby Einstein look?”

  Thomas actually laughed. “Maybe,” he said. “Depends on whether you find cute as sexy, too.”

  I walked up to him and pinched his cheeks. “Hmm, on you, cute is very sexy.”

  He captured my hands in his and pulled me closer until we were face to face. “And your barely there lace dress, which by-the-way looks like an oversized doily, looks like it’s rippable. I think I might have to give it a try. You remember how I like to tear things apart and then put it back together again.”

  “You mean my clothes?” I asked innocently.

  “Especially your clothes, and that strip of cloth that doesn’t really cover your lady parts at all,” he smiled.

  “Oh you mean panties?” I asked.

  “Is that what it’s called?” Thomas asked. “I thought they were just strings.”

  “Funny,” I said. “Sometimes they can be just strings.”

  “How I love women’s fashions,” he said. “Whoever designed panties knew how to make them easy to rip off.”

  “Well, if you’re motivated enough,” I said, “any panties can be shredded.”

  He leaned in and growled, “And you know how I like shredding yours. Especially when I’m very motivated.”

  My felt myself clenching my core, and my heart pounding a little faster as memories of Thomas eating me up, his tongue sucking on my clit until I was screaming his name, flashed before me.

  “My my my, Kaley,” Thomas said, licking his lips as though he was just thinking the same thing, his tongue darting out to show me what I had been missing since leaving Keystone Manor and him. “I think you’ve turned a shade of pink just now. What could you possibly be thinking to turn that lovely shade?”

  His grey eyes dilated to a dark charcoal as his body pushed me back towards the arm of the soft Italian leather sofa large enough for two people to sleep on side by side with room to spare.

>   With one push, I flipped over the arm and landed on my back, my legs flew up in the air, spread wide open.

  Thomas smiled a wicked smile. “Look at you. You automatically went into your favorite position with me, didn’t you?”

  He was immediately on top of me, kissing me with his hot mouth, his tongue tangling with mine.

  Fuck I was a goner. Thomas and his tongue was a dangerous combination. The guy had been taking oratory lessons all his life to perfect his speech and vocal abilities. He knew how to work his tongue to maximize his voice and lungs. If there was any man who knew how to use his mouth and tongue on a woman, Thomas was a master at it.

  I was already arching my back, bringing my breast up against his chest as he made love to my mouth, sending a shudder through me.

  He lifted his lips from mine and chuckled. “Did I feel the beginning of an orgasm from you?” His hand traced the skin of my inner thigh until they were lingering over the thin lace strap holding my panties together. “Hmm, Kaley, what did you have in mind, walking back into Keystone Manor, wearing panties? You know they’re just going to be ripped right off.”

  With that, he pulled the thin fabric off, tearing it in two, before lifting it to his mouth to lick it. “Soaked with your savory scent, Kaley. I just might have to keep this one as a souvenir to remember your homecoming.” He tucked the torn panties into his pants pocket before pushing my dress up so he can survey my pussy. A crazed look overcame him as he positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes staring at my pussy like it was the juiciest delicious steak.

  His tongue darted out and licked me in one long and slow stroke from my rear to the tip of my clit. I clenched my teeth, as the pleasure of his wet tongue pressed down with different pressure along each nerve ending of my folds. He knew how to work me, how to bring each part of me to the brink, just by his masterful mouth.

  I moaned, grabbing his head and running my fingernails gently through his hair and scalp, massaging his head as he gave me head.

  He groaned, sending a rippling vibration with his mouth through my core.

  With his teeth, he grazed my nub before taking it into his mouth, licking it in slow strokes then faster in a frenzy. Oh my God, I was buckling under him. His tongue licking me, his mouth sucking my core, and his chin pressing down on my folds, rubbing up and down was too much.

  I came onto his face, while he continued the onslaught of pleasure, only lifting once to grin at me, his eyes hooded with desire and hunger for me.

  My body rumbled and shudder again underneath him, bringing on another orgasm. “Fuck, Thomas,” I moaned. “I can’t take more of this.”

  “Yes you can,” Thomas said, his voice so husky it deepened an octave. “And you will.”

  With that, he bit my nub before I exploded into a series of intense shudders.

  When I was finished, Thomas grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. His eyes were now close to the shade of black, dark with desire as he stared into mine the entire time he licked me dry. I didn’t know what was hotter…that look that said he wanted to consume me and fuck me until we couldn’t move at all the next three days or how he was now pulling my folds open with his finger as his tongue drove into my core, fucking me with his long and harden tongue.

  Told you he was a master at eating pussy…my pussy especially.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned, feeling another wave of intense fucking pleasure build in me.

  Thomas lifted his head just to say, “You haven’t been punished thoroughly yet, Kaley. Not at all…for all the torture you put me through. For leaving me and the guys.” He plunged his tongue into me again and again until I exploded in ecstasy.

  As I subsided from my orgasm, Thomas finally lifted himself from me, looking at my pussy regretfully as he stood up. “Looks like your body has a memory of me in all the right places, Kaley. Even if you try to fight it, you find pleasure in my touch, don’t you? You can’t help craving me.”

  “I…” I tried to protest, but it was useless. My body’s reaction to him couldn’t lie. Every lick, every kiss, every touch responded to him like a betrayal.

  He took out my panties from his pocket and wiped his face. “I’m definitely keeping this one,” he said, looking at the elegant lavender lace panties he held in his hands. “Now I have the scent of your orgasms in this piece of lace.”

  “Why would you want that,” I asked, pulling down my dress as I pushed myself up into a sitting position on the sofa.

  “To remember how I have such mastery over your body, Kaley,” he said with his now serious expression. He wasn’t the playful lover anymore but the serious no-nonsense negotiator.

  Then he cracked a smile and looked away. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to come back, Kaley. After all you fucking did!”

  Chapter 5

  Kaley

  After all those orgasms and his easy-going charm and playful banter, Thomas’ sudden turn of heart was like having a glass of ice cold water thrown into my face.

  I was taken in by his extremely good looks and charm, not to mention his sexual skills, so much so I forgot I was in enemy territory. He had become my enemy just like Seb had.

  And like Seb, Thomas made it clear he didn’t want me back at Keystone Manor.

  “Well,” I finally said, after recovering from the pain that Thomas had just played me and still hated me. “Believe me, Thomas, I didn’t want to come back here. Even what you think is great sex with you, which is, hmm, mediocre at best, and if I was threatened to get my fingernails pulled off if I didn’t come here, I didn’t want to come here at all.”

  “So why are you here?” Thomas said, standing up to cross his arms over his broad chest.

  “I was sent a letter from your father’s attorney,” I said.

  “Do you know why?” another deep and familiar voice asked.

  I barely glanced over at Seb walking into the den to hand Thomas a glass of strong liquor. “Thanks,” Thomas said, throwing his head back as he gulped down the dark amber liquid.

  “Careful,” Seb said. “Potent stuff. After going down on the skank, you’ll need it to sanitize yourself from whatever she might have.”

  My cheeks burned with anger as I crossed my arms, and gave Seb a “fuck you” look.

  “I can say the same about you,” I said, walking over to the side table in the den where there was a crystal decanter filled with Mr. Keystone’s favorite drink. Whiskey. I knew because I was the one who always had to fill it up when the beautiful diamond etched decanter was half-full. I poured myself a glass and turned to glare at Seb and Thomas. “I don’t know where you two have been either. No doubt I should be the one worried about catching something from either one of you fucking players.”

  I gulped down the whiskey and threw my head back like Thomas did.

  Boy did that burn. At 20, almost 21, I was still under the age of drinking, but we were at home, and I was almost of age. Other than a couple of times in the past, I wasn’t much of a drinker.

  Thomas at 22 and Seb at 23, probably had so much more experience with sex and drinking since being with me at Keystone, while I…had no time for it since starting at Harvard and working several jobs to afford the tuition and living expenses. As much as Thomas and Seb thought I was some sex siren, the most sex I’ve had since leaving them was the one I had with a trusty vibrator.

  But I couldn’t let them know that. Not when they were using these sex games to fuck with my mind.

  Thomas laughed, watching me close my eyes and clench my teeth through the burn of the whiskey. “The body doesn’t lie, Kaley. You’re an amateur at this game. You couldn’t even handle alcohol.”

  “Yeah?” I said, still feeling the burn down my throat. “Maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t want to be a lush at only 20 years old, would I?”

  Seb and Thomas glared at me, realizing I had dealt a low blow. Their mother was a closet alcoholic who ended up drinking herself to death a couple of years ago, right before everything blew up between m
y mother, myself, and the Keystone boys.

  Camilla Keystone was a raven-haired beauty who Mr. Keystone proudly showed off on his arm. A former beauty queen, she gave birth to the most perfect beautiful baby boys, now grown men, standing right in front of me. While I was living in the manor with my mother, however, she made my mother’s life a living hell, and she made her sons treat us like trash.

  There was no love lost between Camilla Keystone and my mother when Camilla’s body was found floating face down in the pool. But my mother wasn’t a murderer.

  Mom was the nicest, kindest person who would take all the abuse from socialites like Camilla Keystone just so she could stay in one place long enough for me to go to the same school long enough to make friends and actually have the same address. No matter how badly Camilla treated Mom, she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her job at the house.