Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  I didn't recognize the person saying these words, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered right now was him. I need him more than I'd ever needed anything in my life. His lips curled and he growled before he claimed my mouth in another bruising kiss.

  I moaned into him. My back arched against his hard body, my thighs slick with my arousal. His hand grazed my aching pussy for one brief moment that sent shivers rippling through me all the same. His tongue ravaged my mouth, wet and delicious. Derek broke the kiss. He stared into my eyes before he pulled back and penetrated me.

  I gasped at the shock of it, the sheer pleasure of it, and he inhaled sharply. He pierced me inch by massive inch, filling me and stretching me to the point of pain. His eyes burned with desire as he held himself still inside me, allowing me a moment to adjust to his massive girth.

  Fuck, he was huge. I thought he would split me apart. My heart was going wild, my breathing erratic, and all that mattered was I needed this man to fuck me senseless.

  The sound of the front door opening turned my veins into ice.

  Shit. Shit!

  Derek didn't release me. He kept me pinned there, and pumped in and out slowly. I thought my heart would explode in my chest.

  "Hello," Brian's voice called out.

  Derek pulled out of me in a flash, and I felt harsh and empty. By the time I turned around, he was zipping up his pants and moving. I pulled my leggings up in a rush and traced my steps back through the house to grab my things.

  Derek headed towards the bathroom, and I realized what he was planning, an exit strategy of my own forming in my brain. I grabbed my shirt and my bag and flew out the back door, closing it as quietly as I could.

  I prayed this would work.

  Chapter Ten

  DEREK

  I splashed cool water on my face. My hands were shaking under the faucet. I was painfully hard, and I was so pissed I wanted to punch the mirror. I should never have started this when Brian was here. It was complete idiocy. But the sound of her calling for him had my blood boiling.

  Then I saw her there, panting and flushed, with her tits practically popping out of that excuse of a bra, and I lost it. The beast took over. I didn’t like losing control, but she and I had unfinished business.

  Fuck it, we still did.

  "Derek?"

  The sound of that man's voice rang in my ears, and I took a deep breath before drying my hands and opening the door. He was unleashing the dogs. They scuttled about my feet, sniffing, like they could smell the sex in the air.

  "Just using the restroom before I head out," I told him in an attempt to keep this short.

  It was true, I had finished by the time he left, and was getting ready to go when Alexandra burst into the house begging for him to fuck her. My hands clenched involuntarily, and I hoped he wouldn't notice the way I had my erection tucked up into my waistband.

  "Did Lexie come back?" he asked, and his gaze went right to my crotch, eyes widening ever so slightly.

  There was no possible way he could know. The fucking weasel was probably just in awe of a real man.

  "Not that I know of," I said in a dismissive tone. I shrugged and made to leave when the back door slid open and she walked into the room.

  "Hi hon," she said, fully clothed and looking for all the world like she had just come into the house.

  He walked over to her and gave her a kiss. I wanted to throttle the dweeb. She was eating it up, too. I realized that she'd be fucking him soon instead of me, and I experienced a flash of anger. Deadly, boiling, crazy anger. And not from the beast--from me. I needed to get out of here.

  "Are you okay, Lexie?" he asked her, holding her at arm’s length, "you're very flushed."

  She didn't miss a beat when she replied.

  "I ran home along the beach."

  What a sly little fox my Venus was. I got an eyeful of him pawing at her before I walked out of the room. I smirked to myself. Brian may have money out his ass, but I was the one who had Alexandra begging me to fuck her. I'm the one who had her sweet nectar running down my face.

  I decided I could let my annoyance go. She and I would finish what we started soon enough. And I'd make sure to fuck her in ways nerdy little Brian Hale never could.

  LEXIE

  I was pacing around the house again, waiting for him to get here. I saw Brian off last night and I couldn't get what happened yesterday out of my mind. My senses themselves seemed to have their own memory of Derek--touch, smell, taste, feel--all of him was still overwhelming me.

  We were so close to being caught. I don't know what I would have done. It would have destroyed Brian. And then where would my life be? What would I do? I couldn't risk our life together just because Derek walked into it and scowled me into submission like a dog.

  Even if it was the single most erotic experience of my life, it had to end.

  I intended to tell him just that. I'd given myself a little liquid courage this morning with an extra strong Bloody Mary. Because, with Derek, it was always two steps forward and one step back. I really needed this to be a step forward.

  There was no other option. In order to do that, I needed to have firm, unwavering resolve. Which is why I needed some vodka in my system. The stuff made me stubborn as hell.

  I looked at the clock. Eight-thirty. It was nerve-wracking, never knowing when he'd come by. Sometimes I thought he showed up at different times on purpose just to keep me on my toes. I plopped on the sofa with Donnie and Coco snuggling at my side.

  They gave me a few little licks on the hand as if they could sense I needed some support. I chomped into my stalk of celery when I heard the tell-tale sounds of the key turning the lock, and I fought down the butterflies trying to fly out of my throat.

  "Alexandra," he rumbled through the house.

  "In here," I called.

  He could come to me for a change.

  Derek strode in and grinned at me. I had to blink a few times. Seeing him smile so freely was not something I was used to, but it made him look even more gorgeous. Then I saw those gray eyes graze over me laid out on the sofa with a drink.

  Shit. I was definitely giving the wrong impression. He started to come towards me.

  "Wait, Derek," I said, putting up a hand.

  I sat up and took one more sip of my Bloody Mary.

  "We don’t have much time before the rest of the crew gets here,” he told me, still headed my way.

  He looked like he was about to spin me around and pick up right where we left off yesterday. Fuck, I wanted him to do it, too, but...no. I had to stop this. It had gone far enough.

  “Derek, we need to talk.”

  That got his attention. He stopped a few paces from the sofa and looked at me with terse brows like he knew what I was about to say. He was not happy.

  “Why?”

  “What happened yesterday--,” I faltered, trying to find the right words.

  I’d rehearsed them over and over in my head, but now my tongue felt thick, almost in rebellion. There was a part of me that didn’t want to say these things, but I knew it was for the best.

  “Was only the beginning, Alexandra,” he told me, and my insides swooned at the promise in his voice.

  “It can’t happen again,” I finished with a resolve that I didn’t actually feel.

  Even as I said the words, I could feel a part of me breaking inside.

  A few slow blinks graced his face before he walked over and stood, just to loom, above me. Donatella and Coco made to jump at him, but he glared at them and commanded them to sit. To my shock, they obeyed.

  His attention snapped back to me, undisguised fury brimming behind those cool eyes.

  “Why not?”

  “It’s too dangerous. We almost got caught yesterday.”

  “That was a moment of temptation. We didn’t plan it. The man is out of the house five days a week. It won’t be hard to keep it secret.”

  “I don’t want to hurt him.”

  The claim sounded
lame, even to my ears, but I was sticking to it.

  “My desire to fuck you into new states of existence overpowers any concern I may have for your husband.” He sneered out the last word with disdain.

  “Look,” I told him, “I can’t make this any simpler for you. It’s over. It never began. Whatever this is,” I gestured between us, “it’s done.”

  “This isn’t something you can just turn off, Alexandra. It’s going to come out again.”

  “Not if we’re careful.”

  “I don’t want to be careful,” he challenged.

  “Well, I do,” I snapped.

  I didn’t know why I was so irritated when I knew from the start he wouldn’t make this easy.

  “Alexandra,” he began, but I cut him off.

  “No, Derek. There’s nothing more to say. I’m done. And that’s it.”

  “I see,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes at his favorite phrase and he all but snarled at me.

  “Good.”

  Awkward and tense silence swelled around us like a black, sticky cloud. I nursed my drink and petted the dogs. Anything to keep from looking at him again.

  "I'll get to work," he said in a strained voice.

  "Fantastic."

  He walked out, muscles tight and coiled, and I knew he was furious. This was for the best, I kept telling myself. Even if it would be the easiest thing in the world to get away with. It was wrong.

  But as I watched him walk away, and stared at that perfect sculpted ass, I didn't know if I could live up to my noble aspirations.

  DEREK

  I hammered the nail into the wood harder than I needed to. The smack reverberated around the room. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I knew how much she wanted this. I guess she cared about her whelp of a husband more than I'd realized.

  I'd be lying if I said my pride wasn't hurt. I made my intentions clear and I wasn't going to lay a hand on that woman again unless she came to me first. I was not used to rejection.

  This was cold, hard rejection, and it was a bitter fucking pill to swallow. I thought about how she used me, twice, to get her off, and hadn't returned the favor, like I was some kind of fuck boy.

  I was nobody's fuck boy.

  Fucking rich bitch.

  Fucking sexy, Venus incarnate, tantalizing rich bitch.

  The few moments I was inside of her were...fuck...I slammed the hammer so hard that the wood splintered around the nail. It was like entering the garden of Eden only to be forced out after one step through the gates. And she just told me I could never go back. I looked at the ruined piece of wood beneath me and cursed.

  The men could tell I was in no mood to be messed with today, and they kept their distance. I was wound up, about to explode, and I had to get out. I told the crew I was leaving for the day. I trusted them to finish without me. Perks of being the boss. I didn't bother to see if Alexandra was home or around to see me leaving early.

  I didn't give a shit if she cared or not.

  Chapter Eleven

  LEXIE

  The last few days have been tense. That is, more tense than usual. Derek wasn't exactly a nice guy to begin with, so now that we weren't on the best terms, he'd been a storm cloud darkening my hallways.

  Literally, the man was standing in my hallway and glaring at me right now. He was always glaring at me! I wish he'd keep his goddamn brooding to himself and leave me in peace. I was running out the door when that glare trapped me and he stalked my way before I could escape.

  He looked me up and down as he advanced, and that heat that has always been between us ramped up. The last few days have been tense for a reason.

  He was right. This wasn't just going to disappear. The best and only thing I could do was keep my distance. If I could stop myself from eating Nutella and pizza every day, I could resist the sexiness of Derek Drake.

  At least, that's what I told myself at night when I fantasized about him, when I thought about what would have happened if Brian hadn't been home that day. One of the reasons I was headed out today was to buy new batteries for my vibrator.

  I was so fucking hopeless.

  All that had happened between us was never far from my mind. I was thinking about it right now as he got closer. I remember the feel of that thigh between my legs, those arms pinning be down, and that dick hitting my ass. I shuddered involuntarily when he got near, his scent washing over me, and like muscle memory, my body flared with desire for him.

  From the look on his face, he was feeling it too. His hands were clenched like he was trying to hold it back. My stomach fluttered whenever he got this close and that damn flush would creep up my neck. I squirmed under his gaze, my hand on the door handle gripping it like a life raft in turbulent waters. This was why I needed to keep my distance from him. This was way too much.

  "What is it, Derek?" I asked, sounding more annoyed than I had intended, but he'd been a pain in my ass all week, not to mention the way he'd been haunting my thoughts. I couldn't keep the frustration out of my voice.

  "The storm may delay our progress for a few days."

  "What storm?"

  He gaped at me.

  "Tropical Storm Diana."

  "Oh yeah," I recalled.

  Brian did mention something about that on the phone the other night.

  "It's not going to be that bad, right?"

  "Alexandra," he said, and his eyebrow twitched, "every TV and radio station has been talking about it all week. It's forecasted to be bad. Very bad. How the hell can you be this clueless?"

  "I really only listen to music on my phone, and I haven't turned on the news once this week."

  "What a charmed life you lead," he said like the sardonic ass he was.

  "Oh, you know how they exaggerate," I said, "how bad could it really be?"

  "You live by the ocean and you're wondering how bad a tropical storm could be?"

  His tone was really pissing me off. He was talking down to me like I was a damn child. I needed to leave before I got really mad and things escalated beyond my control.

  Because being mad at Derek equaled being turned on, and it had been a long week of keeping these desires at bay. I didn't think I could handle him blazing down at me right now.

  "Fine, I'll grab some granola bars and water or whatever at the store today," I clipped back at him, hoping my petulance would turn him off.

  He pinched the bridge of his nose and the muscles in his jaw popped as he clenched his teeth. He released a slow breath out his mouth like he was counting backwards from ten.

  "The foyer is almost done," he said at last, "I'm letting the boys finish early today, and I'll be back this afternoon before the storm starts with sand bags and plywood for the windows."

  I panicked at the thought of being alone in the house with him. I was frustrated. My nerves were frayed. I wouldn't be able to resist him if he tried something again.

  "I don't think that's necessary."

  "We've done good work in there," he said simply, "I'm not going to get it go to waste just because you have no idea how to deal with a storm."

  "You are insufferable," I spat at him, "I don't care. Do whatever you need to. I'm sure it'll be just fine tonight."

  "Right, Princess," he smirked down at me with that perfect chiseled smile.

  It seemed this nickname was going to stick. Though my anger surged, I remembered the way he smirked at me before his tongue gave me the most intense orgasm of my life, and pressure built between my legs. I couldn't stand this.

  "I don't want you hanging around the house tonight," I snapped, angry at my treacherous body.

  "The storm is not supposed to start until after dark. I'll be back here around three with all the supplies and then I'll be out of your hair," he said.

  "Good."

  "Trust me," he said with venom in his voice, "I don't want to be around here any longer than I need to either."

  "Whatever," I told him, pretending like I didn't care as I finally opened the door, "
It's all for nothing anyway. I'm sure the storm won't be that bad."

  DEREK

  It was three-fifteen and the raindrops were already pelting my truck. The windshield wipers were on max, but visibility was still shit. The wind howled and rattled the car, making Aries whimper in the backseat. If we crashed and died because of that bitch, I was going to haunt her ass until the day she died too.

  I pulled into the drive of her house, grabbed Aries, and jumped out of the car. The front door swung open before I got to it. That was a record for her.

  "I thought you said the storm was coming tonight," Alexandra shouted at me over the din like it was my fault it was raining already.

  "It came earlier than they said," I shouted back, pulling Aries up the steps.

  When she caught sight of him, she let out a little shriek.

  "What the hell is he doing here?"

  "Aries gets terrified in storms. I wasn't going to leave him alone in the house."

  "So, you brought him here?"

  "Your powers of deduction are something to behold, Alexandra."

  She balled her hands into fists and stepped back, allowing us to enter. Her two dogs came running towards us, yipping and yapping.

  "Just make sure he doesn't hurt Donnie and Coco."

  The little black and yellow dogs stopped to sniff at Aries. He sniffed back, and in seconds, the two runts were on their backs, bearing their soft bellies in submission.

  "Geez, guys," Alexandra said to them, "you could have a little backbone."

  "They know an Alpha when they see one."

  She rolled her eyes at me. She'd been doing that a lot lately, and every time she did it, my hands twitched with the urge to smack that round ass of hers.

  "Will this take long?"

  "No," I ground out through clenched teeth. She really knew how to test my patience.

  I went back to my truck and started heaving in sandbags. She watched me from the porch, her arms crossed over her chest defensively, and scowled.