Later that evening. The three of them settled down to watch a movie. Whilst Jaxon was a guest in their home, Rayne insisted on him choosing what they watched. Nathan groaned. He and his brother rarely shared the same taste in films.

Jaxon flitted through their raft of films available. "Classic, I love this one—Shawshank Redemption?"

"I love that film too!" gushed Rayne, smiling up at Jaxon as she cuddled up next to Nathan who instinctively tucked her under his arm, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm easy." Nathan absently replied.

Jaxon's attention navigated between the film and watching his brother with Rayne. Craving the closeness they shared, the day's events shadowed his mind. The powerful urge to kiss her, had his jaw clenching and his thighs tensing. Should I have kissed her earlier, when I had the chance? Regret wasn't something he associated with. It twisted into something darker within. He had wanted to kiss—hell, he had wanted to do a lot more.

Was his brother playing some sick game with him? Taunting him? Did he blame him for what had happened with Nicole? He knew for a fact that Nate hadn't told Rayne anything about their previous lovers or that they had both considered settling down and starting a family together with Nicole.

Whispering caught his attention, drawing his gaze to them as Rayne snuggled against Nathan.

That was it, he'd had enough for one day. He pushed from his chair onto his feet. "I'm gonna head up."

Rayne sat up. "Everything okay, Jaxon?"

He nodded and faked a yawn. "Yeah, just all the ocean air has me beat—it's been a while. "See you both in the morning." His eyes lingered on Rayne for a few moments longer, and for brief moment he thought he saw the same desire in her eyes that he harboured for her.

"Goodnight Jaxon," they both replied in union.

Rayne cuddled back into the warmth of Nathan's arms, his broad chest pressed securely against her back. As the film ended, Rayne blinked as the credit rolled onto the screen, having been lost in thought, searching for the words, the moment where she could speak to Nathan. As the minutes passed, her throat dried and her stomach tightened. Counting wasn't helping, she pondered excusing herself so she could find some relief in distraction, distraction she knew which would bring her both shame and relief in equal measure.

Nathan's focus had been on Rayne, sensing her anguish, the stiffness in her shoulders, the rubbing of her hand against the fabric of her black leggings she wore.

He would need to push this along. "Do you want to watch anything else, sweetheart—or is something on your mind?"

Rayne counted, her heartbeat sped up. She would need to get it out—this thing devouring her, crawling, scratching at her insides... Filth.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Rayne?"

Removing herself from his warmth and safety, she sat upright, dropping her legs to the floor, twisting to face him. "We need to talk about today, Nathan."

"Okay, sweetheart." He desperately wanted to ease the tension knotting in her creased brow. "You know you can tell me anything?"

Jerkily nodding her head, she took a deep breath. "I—I know you said you wanted me to get to know Jaxon and I'll be honest after spending the entire day with him, I felt closer—a lot closer." Warmth spread across her chest, inching up neck. Fisting her hand, she rubbed against her leg.

Nathan sat up a little—this had gone better than expected. "And... Sweetheart, don't be shy. I will not be angry. Okay?"

Rayne shook her head, a lump in her throat, the brakes out on the worrying thoughts repeating over and over. "I don't think you're going to want to hear what I have to say next." Nothing but a whore!

He reached forward and ran his finger down her cheek. "Two words Rayne."

She remembered his words. "No shame," she repeated, and he smiled reassuringly.

"Now tell me what happened, in your own time. No rush."

She bit her lip, adding pressure, till she felt the sharp sting of pain and the taste of familiarity. "Before I tell you. I need you to promise that you won't be angry with Jaxon. This wasn't his fault. I'm to blame."

Strange choice of words, he thought. "Okay, I promise. You have my word."

The words came in a rush, as if they would poison her if she held onto them a moment longer. "I almost kissed him—Jaxon. And when he held me in the water, I could feel him pressing against me."

Nathan felt the spark plugs of his engine, roar to life. He wanted to purr in anticipation of her words. He needed more clarification before excitement got away from him. "Pressing against you, sweetheart—explain it to me."

Explain, he wanted her to say it?   Dirty, dirty whore, tell him how dirty you are.   "Yes, his—" She swallowed, nails scraped their way down her gullet. "His erection... and I didn't move away." Her face fell, a rosy blush flushed her cheeks. He may have not thought it shameful. But Rayne was well aware it was wrong. "I'm sorry Nathan, I encouraged him, rubbed against him." Dirty Whore! Her eyes lifted, meeting his, pleading.

Confession of her deeds laid bare. She would beg for his forgiveness, but the blame had to lie with her. No fault could be laid at his brothers' feet. "Please don't be mad with Jaxon." The sharp pull of shame rocketed through her as her nails dug into her palms. Nathan may have asked her to get to know his brother, but she was damn sure he wouldn't like the idea of her grinding up against his erection.

The warmth from Nathan as he shifted closer was comforting. He was as always her anchor, strong and safe. How could she do this to him, fail him?

Nathan lifted her chin, and their eyes locked. Rayne saw nothing but acceptance. "I'm so sorry Nathan, please don't leave me." She looked away, nipping her bottom lip, reopening the fresh wound. One... two... three... four... five... six.

Nathan inwardly smiled, perhaps this was going to be much easier than he first thought. "Sweetheart. I'm not angry with you or Jaxon, and I'm never going to leave you." He watched her eyebrows furrow further in confusion. It was time to strike whilst the iron was hot. "But tell me, how did you  feel about it?"

Her lips parted as she double blinked. "About what?"

"About feeling his erection pressing against you?" he replied, as if asking about the weather or their favorite film.

This was so confusing. Not the question she expected, not at all. Her actions should repulse Nathan. Dirty, disgusting. "It's—I'm not sure what you mean?" The rosy hue to her cheeks deepened.

He reached for her hand, uncurling her fist before planting six kisses along her wrist. "Okay, listen to me, Rayne. As I've already made clear. I'm not upset that you're attracted to my brother. Any other man, well this would be a very different conversation." She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand, stopping her. "I know this appears strange and very confusing, but it doesn't upset me Rayne." Inhaling a large breath. He needed to tell her. "There's something we need to talk about, I need to te—"

His sentence was interrupted as Rayne flung herself in his arms, kissing him frantically.

Pulling back for breath. "Thank you for not being mad at me and being so understanding. I'm so lucky to have you Nathan. I love you so much." She leaned in, kissing him again with such fervor and passion, pouring all the love she could muster into this man that was so accepting of her, all of her.

Nathan's mind emptied at her unforeseen kiss. And if kiss hadn't removed them—then her next words, erased all rational thought from his head completely.

"I want you, Nathan. Do you want me?" she whispered against his lips.

Simple words which held so much weight, so much meaning to him. "I'll always want you, Rayne."

"Then please, I need to feel you inside me, always you Nathan." She had never been so bold in her expression of desires, pressing her lips to his.

He didn't need asking twice. Breaking their kiss. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap as she straddled him. Rayne adjusted herself as his hands squeezed her. She slipped her arms over his shoulders and weaved her fingers behind his neck.

"This off." The authority in his voice made her shudder as she sat up releasing her hold as he yanked her top over her head and went to work on her bra, freeing her breasts. The coolness of the room caused a shiver to run through her body, her nipples erected, hardening to peaks.

Fuck, did he love his woman. His dick was already hard and needy, almost painful as his balls grew heavy. They wouldn't make it upstairs.

Rayne arched back a little, pushing her breasts out as she wantonly rubbed her pelvis against his hardness. Rewarded with a low growl as he thickened beneath her.

"You are so goddamn sexy, sweetheart, perfect." Cupping her face, pulling her closer, their lips touched. His tongue slipped past her parted lips, searching for hers, not satisfied his lips pulled away from her and began kissing his way down her neck, burst's of six's dotted across her skin, along her collarbone. Hands travelled with each kiss, finding the swell of her breasts. He palmed each one, squeezing harder, pinching the tips of her taught nipples, hard enough to send a much-needed jolt of pain to his little Rayne-drop.

"Nathan... please. I need more," she cried out.

He inhaled sharply, pulling back to look into her drunk lustful eyes.

"Stand."

With quick breaths, she stood without hesitation. Nathan pulled down her leggings and panties in one swoop. She stepped from them. Pulling her towards him, he clasped her ass tightly as he ran his tongue across her tummy before nipping her hips. Lower, he buried his head in her sex, inhaling as much as he could before nudging back, standing before her, breathing heavily. "Undress me, Rayne," he directed.

Rayne pulled his top from his body and threw it down next to hers. She had a moment's slip when she realised clothes sat in a heaped mess and she was in the living room. Naked! The living room! What if Jax should get up, he might see them?

Nathan acted swiftly, his voice firm. "Rayne!"

Her bright eyes snapped to his. "What about Jaxon, what if he comes down?"

"You focus only on me Rayne, no-one else. Understand?"

She gave a quick nod of her head and went to work, fumbling with his belt buckle, before popping the buttons on his jeans. In record time she removed all his clothing, discarding them, ensuring her eyes remained on him—only him.

Breathing heavily, they now stood facing each other, naked. "Can I touch you, Nathan, please?" she asked, her voice needy.

"Only your mouth." He smirked. "Do you still want to?"

She dropped to the floor without a second glance.

If he ever doubted Rayne would be the perfect submissive for him, that act alone spoke volumes.

Looking up at him, she reached for his hardness, twitching in hand as she stroked it, adoring the silky feel before letting it slip between her greedy lips. Nathan groaned as his taste exploded into her small mouth.

This time Nathan wasn't as gentle. He took control from the start. "I want you to take as much as you can." One hand threaded through her hair to hold her head as he pushed in further, inhaling through his teeth. "Good sweetheart, very good."

The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. "Relax your muscles and swallow. I won't hurt you, sweetheart. I promise never to hurt you."

Complying with his request, he felt her constrict his cock as she swallowed more of him. "Perfect Rayne. You're so good at sucking my cock, yesss." His eyes fell closed.

His words sent a thrill of excitement down to her very soul. Nathan pumped his hips, in and out, guiding her head, each time pressing a little further but withdrawing if he felt she was about to gag. Pride swelled deep in his chest, her eagerness to please, teased the caged beast inside.

Quite aware he wouldn't last if she continued her eager sucking. Pulling out with a pop, she almost pouted as she looked up at him through watery eyes. "Turn around, on all fours, and rest your head on your arms. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep, sweetheart. Is that what you need?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, Nathan." She panted, shifting faster than speeding light.

Nathan ran his hand along her slit from her clit up towards her ass. She was soaking, her thighs wet with cream. "Yes, so wet and hot. I think my beautiful fiancée loves sucking my cock."

"Please, Nathan. I need you inside me."

"Patience Rayne." Running his hands across her sexy round ass, he pushed her butt cheeks apart, bent down and circled her tight puckered hole with his tongue. Rayne tried to jerk away from the strangeness of his touch. Nathan gripped her. "Just tasting, sweetheart. But heed my words. I will fuck you here soon. There will be no part of you I haven't claimed. You are mine, Rayne."

She tensed with both fear and excitement, fighting for dominance of her emotions.

"But not today, sweetheart. Today I want to be buried deep in this tight hot pussy." He inserted two fingers curling them as he thrusted deep, each thrust made her clamp down. "So fucking tight."

His dirty words did unimaginable things to her insides. How could such crude words light a fire inside?

Removing his finger, she whimpered as he licked them clean. A devilish smirk lifted his lip as he lined himself up. Teasingly, he took his cock in hand and ran along her ass cheeks, down to run across her wet folds, her heat making his cock swell further. Letting out a groan he thrust inside, then stilled. "I want you to touch yourself, whilst I'm fucking you," he asserted.

Rayne did as he commanded as her small fingers rushed to comply.

~ ~

Jaxon woke up with a start and rock-hard dick. He had been dreaming about pale creamy thighs and breasts that he could feast on for days... it didn't take a genius to guess who he'd been dreaming about... his brothers' girlfriend.

In the morning he would speak with Nate. He couldn't be around her for much longer and not touch her—it was a dangerous game he was playing. Sighing, he looked at the clock, expecting it to be morning. But it wasn't late, in fact it was still quite early. Only just coming up to midnight. He'd barely been asleep for an hour. Rubbing his hand across his throat, the sea air had done a number on him, his throat bone-dry. Getting up from the bed, he made his way to the bathroom. Damn, no glass. He would need to go downstairs.

Grabbing his boxers, he dragged them on, pushing his now semi-hard dick down as he made his way out of the room. The upper part of the house was in darkness, assuming Ryne and Nathan were already in bed. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, dim light from the huge double glass doors caught his attention. Adjusting, he double blinked at the sight greeting him. Mouth dropping, he closed and reopened his eyes, half expecting he'd imagined it.

It wasn't his imagination. Rayne was on all fours, naked and Nathan, also naked, was slamming into her, and although her face obscured by those wild auburn curls, her muted screams quantified she seemed to love it.

His cock went from semi to hard in a flash. Apparently, he did too. Stood motionless, watching. He knew he should walk away, but it memorised him, watching Nate fuck her without restraint whilst Rayne fingered herself and her tits swung freely.

The jerking of his cock forced his hand to touch himself to offer relief. Without invite or rational thought, his feet moved on their own accord, now stood in front of the double doors, his hand reached and opened the door. Rayne's screams of pleasure and Nate's grunting rushed through his ears in full stereo with no barrier between them.

Nathan as by some instinct turned. A smile, like the one he'd seen earlier, curled his top lip.

Smug bastard

Nathan flicked his chin, motioning Jaxon to come closer, before leaning over in to speak to Rayne.

Rayne was unaware of Jaxon's presence. So lost in the throes of ecstasy, begging Nate to fuck her harder.

His brother slowed his thrusts, to which she whimpered. "Rayne, we have company," said Nathan.

Rayne twisted her head in his direction. Cheeks flushed; lips swollen. Her eyes were drunk on lust, but those stormy greys reflected some panic, her chest heaved. Nathan didn't pull out but bent further, placing his enormous hands under both her arms, lifting her up as if offering her to him.

"I think my brother enjoys watching us, watching you, sweetheart."

Rayne double blinked as she licked her wet lips. Nathan's lips brushed against her ear.

"Rayne, look how hard he is for you."

She gasped as her eyes dropped to the tenting of his boxers.

Nathan heard her gasp, not hesitating. "I want Jaxon to join us. Will you allow that, sweetheart?"

His words seemed foreign but not wrong. Nathan wanted his brother to join them. Would it be wrong for her to want it too? The room fell silent, only Nathan's warm breath against her ear kept her grounded.

Jaxon held his breath.

"Answer me Rayne," coaxed Nathan.

"Yes, Nathan. If it makes you happy."

"It would, sweetheart. But will it make you happy Rayne?"

Would it? Yes, but why did something that should be wrong, feel so right. How could she analyse and debate the pro and cons of his brother joining them. She pushed all thoughts aside, sure that it would haunt her later. "Yes," she replied in a breathy whisper.

"Good, then ask him to join us, Rayne."

Without wavering. "Jaxon, please join us."

Jaxon didn't need asking twice. Three strides and he was standing in front of Rayne and Nathan.

"Kneel," commanded Nathan.

Jaxon's heart thumped, kneeling in front of Rayne, still being held up by Nathan, his cock buried deep inside her. "Fuck," he muttered.

"Isn't she beautiful, brother?"

Jaxon nodded. "I've seen no one more beautiful." It was the truth. She looked like an angel—an erotic, sexy angel! Jaxon looked into her eyes, the cloudy storms he's seen earlier were there, her chest heaving, her breaths ragged. Oh Christ, did he want her.

Nathan pulled Rayne tightly against him, his heart thumped like a jackhammer through her back. "Do you trust me, Rayne?"

"Yes, Nathan."

His cock swelled. "Good, that makes me very happy." He caught Jaxon's stare. "Do you trust Jaxon?"

Her eyes locked onto those warm brown eyes, which now appeared much darker than before. Different to Nathan's but just as seductive.

"Yes."

"Yes, what Rayne?"

"Yes, Nathan, I trust Jaxon."

"Good, sweetheart." He moved his hands around to twist and pull her nipples. She whimpered at the welcome sting of pain flourishing into pleasure as she bit into her lip. "I want Jaxon to touch you Rayne, will you allow that? And remember—no shame."

Rayne's breathing stopped as Jaxon inhaled sharply, his breath held. His balls were on fire and he swore his dick had never been harder.

Complex emotions rose and fell within her. Sudden uncertainty brought a tremble to her hands.

Jaxon waited for her to answer, a feral growl erupted deep from his throat as his hands itched to touch her.

But she hadn't said yes... yet.