Free Satan's Revenge by Celia Loren

cry out in surprise and pleasure, transfixed by the intense passion in his light eyes.
    He thrusts in and out of me quickly now, our eyes still locked on each other. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve just had an orgasm, or my emotional experience earlier, or the sustained eye contact, but the pleasure is so intense that tears start leaking out of the sides of my eyes and falling into my hair. His eyes widen but he keeps going, knowing that whatever I’m feeling, it certainly isn’t pain.
    Beads of sweat break out on his brow as he thrusts into me again and again. Our lips part at the same time and gasps of pleasure fill the air between us as we both build to an orgasm. Just when I think I can’t take it any longer, I lose control. My eyes roll back in my head and my body feels like it’s lifting off the bed completely. Pleasure overwhelms all my senses and it feels as though it’s bursting out of every pore of my skin.
    I don’t know how much time passes, but eventually I’m aware of Drifter’s body still on top of mine, draped over me, completely spent. His head is tucked on the pillow next to mine, and he feels me stir underneath him. He looks at me with a dazed smile on his face.
    He’s just opening his mouth to say something when we hear the front door open and the dogs barking. He glances toward the still-open bedroom door and hurriedly jumps off me to close it. I feel suddenly exposed, and pull the edge of the duvet cover over my naked body.
    “Scott?” we hear Marcus call from the hallway, and we look at each other with guilty smiles.
    “I better go out there,” Drifter says resignedly. I nod, still recovering, and watch him pull a fresh pair of jeans and a Henley from the bureau. He dresses and moves out into the hallway, throwing a quick wink over his shoulder as he closes the door behind him.
    As he leaves, a worried frown crosses my face. Shit. I got so caught up in, well, Drifter, that I didn’t tell him about what I saw earlier today. I sigh, and push the bedspread off me as I stand up. I pull on a fresh set of underwear and a sundress from the closet. I run a comb through my mussed hair in the bathroom mirror before opening the bedroom door and joining the brothers in the living room.
    “Would pizza be OK with you guys for dinner?” I ask as I walk in. I really don’t feel like putting together anything else after the day I’ve had.
    “Sure, sounds good,” Drifter replies from the couch. Marcus is sitting in the armchair with a beer in his hand. “Oh, I saw this new place down by the gym and I grabbed a menu. Hang on, I think I put it in a drawer somewhere…”
    He jumps up and heads to the kitchen, where he begins opening up the drawers under the counter.
    “Got it!” he calls out, and heads back into the living room to sit down. I plop onto the couch next to him as he begins studying the menu.
    “You have a good day at work?” Marcus asks me from the chair as he takes a sip of his beer.
    “Yeah, it was fine,” I reply, a little surprised by his question.
    “Must be tough to work in a hospital. You ever feel like you need to unwind after?”
    “What do you mean?” I ask, frowning. Is he just being funny, knowing that Drifter and I were just “unwinding” in the bedroom? Drifter looks up from the menu, too, raising his eyebrows at his brother.
    “You know, like go to a bar or something. You come straight home after work?” he asks, his tone a little more pointed.
    I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach. Shit.
    “No, actually,” I reply. Drifter looks back and forth between us. This isn’t how I wanted this conversation to happen. I wanted to tell Drifter myself.
    “Violet, if you didn’t trust me, I wish you had just come out and said it,” Marcus says, keeping his voice even, though I can hear anger behind his words.
    “What’s going on?” Drifter asks.
    “I…” I struggle to think of a way to phrase what happened. Marcus just got the jump on me, and now I