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moving up and down his cock while I slid my hand under my nightgown—driven by the knowledge that he stood so close and egged on by my relentless fantasies.
    This wasn’t me sliding my thumb over my nipple. It had to be someone else, an alternate version of me. The point was so sensitive, the slight touch sent shockwaves to my groin, wetting the finger I pushed into my pussy.
    My mother wasn’t sobbing Dale’s name and begging him to fuck her deeper. Caine shoving his cock through his fist wasn’t playing in my mind over and over like a porn clip. And I sure was hell wasn’t stroking my clit to the sound of my mother being fucked like a rag doll and imagining Colt doing the same to me.
    “I’ll give you a ride. We promised Dad. We’re gonna take real good care of you, Shelby.” Colt’s voice came through the door. The unexpected thump of a hard fist against the panel vibrated through me. I thought one set of footsteps moved away. No hair dryer kicked on in the bathroom, no water ran. In the way I knew when I wasn’t alone in the house without stepping foot out of my room, I knew Colt was still on the other side of the door. Did he stand so close his cock touched the wood? Was he hard? Had Caine gone to his room to finish jerking off?
    My thoughts sent a forbidden thrill racing over my skin. My thighs quaked. My nub throbbed, and when Dale demanded, “Beg me, you hot little bitch. Tell me how bad you want it,” I attacked my clit, rubbing hard and fast, while I imagined Colt’s cock slamming into me with the force of the blow against the door. The fantasy seemed so real, right down to the way my imagination filled in harsh breathing that mirrored mine, but wasn’t mine. I bit my lip, but couldn’t stop my whimpers while I imagined Colt’s slim hips thrusting between my thighs, then Caine’s. The dark pleasure twisting my insides tightened. Oh, God, this was better than any other time I’d ever played with myself. So fucking wicked.
    Fuck me harder, Colt. Fuck me deep, Caine. Fuck me. Fuck me. In the next room, the shrieking bedframe reached a crescendo. I made my fingers match the pace and pictured a dark head bending over me, then a light one. We’ll fuck you, Shelby. Hard and deep.  
    Oh, God, I’m coming.
    I buried my fingers in my pussy, cupping my mound, and riding the hard waves that wrenched me. Was that my pounding heart, or did heavy footsteps move away from my door?
    No, this wasn’t me. I withdrew my fingers and studied the thick cream glistening on my fingers. This had to be a dream. A dark-as-hell erotic dream. The worst of it was, the forbidden quality of the situation was the part that appealed to me.
    Okay, maybe I was becoming seriously twisted, but they were just fantasies. No harm, no foul. Caine and Colt need never know how often I took advantage of them in my head. Mom would never know how often I fucked them to punish her. Those fantasies were my private revenge, and the only satisfaction I’d have for a while. I wasn’t giving my fantasy life up on top of everything else. The guilt I felt afterward could just bite my ass.
    I’d never act on them. My mom had been promiscuous, every bit as wild as Dale, if I were honest. I’d made the vow long ago not to be like her. Colt had just been messing with me the night we’d moved in, because he hadn’t said a word to me since.
    I skipped a shower out of humiliation, but had to brush my teeth. Just walking into the bathroom got me wet all over again. The scent of Hugo Boss hung in the air.
    I eyed the bare towel racks, wielding the brush around my mouth as fast as I could. At least I could explain why they never seemed to leave wet towels lying about. Maybe they both just air-dried, the way Colt had been doing when.... When I got my first look at his bare ass.
    So twisted.
    I grabbed my books and crept down the hall like a cat burglar, praying not to see either brother.
    From the big family room, I spied Mom and Dale, standing in the