It’s like an unwritten rule in their house that they walk around without shirts on. Teasing me, mocking me, trying their best to make me squirm.

They don’t care that our parents are practically married, or that it’s totally unacceptable to steal a kiss from me as we pass in the hallways, leave the door open as they get out of the shower, or invite me into their bedrooms.

Inside the cage...inside our house...two brothers fighting over me.

But the more I play hard to get, the stronger their advances become. And the more they treat me like sh*t, the more I want them…

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Chapter Fourteen

When we get closer to our neighborhood, I fall back. I’ve been following Logan home, staring at the back of his head as he drives in front of me on the highway. Now that I know where I am, I turn left as he continues home. I don’t want to arrive back at the house too close to him, both so as not to arouse suspicion and so that we won’t be alone when we pull into the garage and walk up to our respective bedrooms.

I drive aimlessly through the residential streets. My skin feels like it’s on fire. That kiss, though it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds long, was something else. My body reacted so immediately to his, all of my nerves endings lighting up at once.

I pull over and rest my head on the top of the steering wheel. No, Cat. No, absolutely not. It’s just because Logan is forbidden, that’s it. That’s where these feelings are coming from. It’s already complicated enough, to be dating your mom’s boyfriend’s son, while living in the same house. Giving way to any kind of illicit attraction to said son’s brother? That would just be beyond the pale.

I take a deep breath and start home. I think I’ve given Logan a sufficient head start. When I press the garage door button clipped to the passenger seat visor, I’m dismayed to see Logan just stepping out of his car. He just got back, too. He glances up, squinting against the sudden brightness, and then looks away when he sees it's me. As I pull into the last remaining space just next to him, I watch him shift his weight toward the door, then stop. I turn off my engine and step out, nervously chewing my lip.

“I thought I was supposed to drive around so we didn’t come back at the same time,” he says, his face expressionless.

“I thought I was,” I reply with a small shrug of my shoulders.

He runs his hand through his hair. “Well,” he finally says, and gestures toward the door. I force myself not to look at the body of the man who just awoke such feelings in me, fixing my gaze straight ahead and walking into the kitchen.

“Hey!” Austen says, looking up from the kitchen sink where he’s just turning off the faucet. He looks over my shoulder in confusion as Logan shuts the garage door behind us. “Oh, I thought you were with Maya.”

“No, I was. Logan and I just happened to get home at the same time.”

“Yeah, I just went for a trail run,” Logan adds, explaining away his sweaty appearance.

“Good cardio,” Austen agrees.

Logan clears his throat. “Well, I’ll be upstairs,” he says, and walks toward the stairs. Austen watches him go for a second before quietly walking up to me and sliding his arms around my waist.

“How’s Maya?” he whispers, kissing me softly on the cheek.

“She’s good,” I say lightly. Fuck. It’s one thing to lie to my mom, but I feel way guiltier lying to Austen. His lips move to my mouth and my already revved libido responds quickly. I grab his slightly stubbled cheeks and kiss him hard back. He seems momentarily surprised, but then I feel his arms wrap around my waist and his erection press into my thigh.

“Let’s go downstairs,” I gasp, pulling my mouth away. He nods back with a grin. There’s something wrong about this, I think to myself as I take his hand and lead him down the basement steps. But I’m feeling too high to care.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck as we reach the carpeted basement floor. We stumble toward the couch and I tug my shirt over my head and reach forward to relieve him of his. If he’s taken aback by my aggressiveness, he’s not showing it. He’s matching my every move now, tugging down his fly as I push my pants to the ground. I reach forward and wrap my hand around his cock, feeling it twitch slightly in my hand as he groans. I’ve never felt this needful before.

I sink to my knees and take him in my mouth. I don’t bother warming him up, I’m already going fast, pulling him to the back of my throat and swirling my tongue around his tip.

“Oh, fuck, Cat,” he moans. I move even faster, pressing my lips firmly around his girth. “Stand up, stand up,” he orders me, his voice low and harsh. I obey, and he turns me around, yanking my panties down to the tops of my thighs and bending me over the armrest of the couch. I pant as I rest for a second with my palms on the black leather. I hear the rip of a condom and his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

I feel his cock press into my opening and I whimper at the intense pleasure of the sensation. I walk my feet out into a wider stance and feel his hands move around to my hips, holding me in place as he drives inside me. My fingers search for a grip on the smooth cushion as his dick hits me right on my g-spot. He thrusts into me again and again and I bend my chest even further down, stretching the limits of my flexibility.

“Harder, harder,” I beg. Maybe I want to be punished for these conflicting feelings I have, maybe they’re wrong, but I don’t care. My mind drifts unbidden to the feeling of Logan’s lips against mine, the smell of his sweat as he pressed against me. Oh, god…I feel myself unspooling around Austen’s cock as the memory of his brother’s kiss fills my brain.

I beat him to orgasm. I feel him still thrusting behind me and try to steady myself against the couch as guilt begins to consume me. He comes inside me with a cry and I feel him collapse forward on top of me. I close my eyes as I feel him stir, softly trailing kisses along my spine.

“God, you’re sexy,” he whispers, his hands moving up my bare stomach and cupping my breasts as he takes a deep breath. I try to take comfort in his touch. Thoughts aren’t a crime. I didn’t do anything wrong. I pulled away when Logan kissed me.

Austen stands up and slowly pulls out. I straighten up, feeling stiffness in my legs from being stretched over. I pull up my panties as I turn around and see him emerging from the bathroom. I find myself unable to make eye contact as he walks toward me. He reaches up, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting my head up so that I look at him.

“You don’t have to be ashamed,” he murmurs.

“I don’t?” I answer, my eyes widening with alarm. How does he know?

“I like it when you’re aggressive,” he assures me. Oh, that. I bury my head in his shoulder and he wraps his arms around me. “You alright?” he whispers. I nod silently, willing myself not to think about Logan ever again. Austen is so kind, so steady, so comforting. He is what I need. “I think our parents will be home soon. They went out to a movie.”

“OK if I come back later tonight, after they go to bed?” I ask as he steps back to find his shirt, and I do the same.

“Of course,” he says with a grin. Good. The best way not to think about Logan is to spend more time with Austen. I won’t give my attraction to Logan any room to breathe.

“Later, then,” I say with a smile as I button my pants and move to the stairs. He gives me a parting nod and I hurry up the stairs and then round the banister to the second floor. I glance toward Logan’s room. His door is shut. I flop down onto my bed, wondering if I should call Maya and confess to her what just happened. Would she judge me for it?