Dr. Orgasm (A Holiday Romance Collection Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  “Just wanted to say goodnight, brother.”

  Tommaso smiled. “Goodnight, Raff. It seems strange without Inca here, doesn’t it?”

  Raffaelo nodded. “It does. Well, goodnight.”

  Raffaelo went back to his own bedroom and stripped. It did feel strange without Inca in his arms, or at least in his bed. Their bed. He had to admit, their three-way … arrangement … seemed to fit them so naturally. What pleased him even more was that Tommaso seemed more stable than ever, despite the weirdness of the situation.

  Raffaelo lay back and closed his eyes. Straight away he saw her lovely face and imagined her skin next to his.

  I love you, Raffaelo …

  He heard her voice as clear as if she were here now. The scent of her skin, the silky feel of her cunt as his cock pushed inside her. God, he wanted her so much, all of the time. He couldn’t wait until they were in Italy and free to love each other without the fear of stigma. Raffaelo had never in his life felt as wiped out by love as he did for this woman. He was still smiling when he fell asleep.

  Down the hall, Tommaso sat up and re-watched the same piece of video over and over again. It was the day they had indulged in tying Inca up, but the few seconds he was watching were of Raffaelo’s cock driving in and out of Inca’s vagina. His brother’s passionate, driving thrusts were hypnotic to him, the way his dick pulled in and out of her cunt, then the ecstasy on Inca’s face when she came.

  Tommaso watched it, his own hand stroking his rock-hard cock. He couldn’t figure out why watching his brother fuck the woman they both loved turned him on so much, but it did. So badly. He was almost more obsessed with watching them fuck than fucking her himself—although that was always, always glorious. The few times they had taken her at the same time—God—he had been in heaven. The complete domination over her body. He cued up another video: Inca straddling Raff, their gazes locked, his hands stroking her belly, finger-fucking her navel in the way she liked while she slammed her hips hard against him, taking him in all the way.

  Tommaso watched the scene over and over then jerked off, muffling his groans in his pillow. He went to the bathroom to clean up, and when he caught sight of his disheveled sight in the mirror, he almost crumpled. His green eyes were heavily circled with dark shadows, his complexion that of a heavy drinker—which he wasn’t. Puffy and seedy. The face of an addict.

  What the hell is wrong that you jerk off to videos of your brother and your girlfriend?

  “Mio Dio.” Tommaso Winter sank to the floor and put his head in his hands. What is wrong with me?

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  The next morning, Inca knocked at the door to Olly’s apartment. No answer. She knocked again and pressed her ear against the door to try and hear if the shower was running. It was early, she realized; maybe he was still asleep. She was about to knock again when the door opened. She jumped back a little and gave a nervous giggle. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.

  Olly blinked, then smiled. “Hey … hey what are you doing here?” He laughed and shook his head. “I’m sorry … I mean hi, come on in.”

  Inca smiled, a little taken aback—she’d expected him to be withdrawn, maybe a little cold. He waved her in, shoving a pile of dark clothes off the bed for her to sit.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt you.” She glanced down at his towel, then reddened.

  “Hey, no, look, you’re not—but do you mind if I just hop in the shower? I just worked out; I’m all sweaty and gross.”

  She waved him away. “You go ahead.”

  He grinned and went into the bathroom. “Anyway, this is a nice surprise. How are you?”

  Inca blew out her cheeks, relieved the awkward atmosphere she’d feared was nowhere in sight. “I’m good … look, I wanted to apologize for last night.”

  There was a small silence, then Olly stuck his head out of the door and smiled at her. “Let’s forget it. We were both, well, emotional. Friends?”

  “Of course.”

  He grinned and disappeared again. “It’s me who should be apologizing.” She heard the shower crank on. “I was a jerk. Forgive me?”

  “Of course.”

  She heard him chuckle, then the door closed. She shifted on the bed, looking around the room. It was untidy. Clothes were strewn everywhere; Inca realized she had always thought of Olly as so organized. The mess surprised her. The window was open, a cold breeze blowing the curtain. She walked over to the window. The room on the first floor had a view out to the forest, the trails marked. She saw a couple walking their dog and a jogger or two. The other side of the woods was the beach, and she stood on her tiptoes trying to see if she could see the water from here. Nope.

  She moved away from the window and her foot kicked against some papers. She bent to pick them up. It was a manila envelope, addressed to Olly. With a start, Inca saw her realtor Mindy’s return address in the left-hand corner. She frowned—she had had no idea that the two knew each other. In fact, when they’d met a few weeks ago … then she saw the date. December sixth.

  December sixth. The day before Mindy had called her to tell the apartment above the Sakura was gone.

  Her heart was thudding. She looked up and listened. The shower was still running, and the scent of apple shampoo drifted underneath the door. Olly was humming to himself. Quickly, Inca prized open the envelope and pulled out the papers inside. Then all the breath left her body, her heart slamming against her ribs.

  The deeds to the Sakura apartment.

  She sat down on the bed hard, only just acknowledging its rumbling creak. She read the papers quickly. The letter was signed by a partner of Mindy’s, Jeb Verdona, a fawning sycophant who was full of clichéd platitudes and realtor-speak. He expressed surprise at the large amount Olly was prepared to pay at such short notice to secure the property. Olly had bought the Sakura apartment. Olly. Inca couldn’t get her head around it. She rechecked the dates again. Definitely the day before Mindy had called her.

  Inca gritted her teeth; the next moment she heard the shower shut off. She pushed the papers back in the envelope and shoved it back under the bed. She got up and went to the window again, hearing him open the door to the bathroom. She needed a moment to arrange her expression, to erase the shock she felt. Olly had bought the apartment from under her.

  Bastard.

  “You can turn around. I’m decent.” Olly chuckled, then saw her pale face. “You okay?”

  She turned, nodded, and tried to smile. “You have a great view from here.” God, so trite, she cursed herself. Olly didn’t notice. He nodded.

  “It’s a great location. Not as good as your abode, of course.”

  Or the Sakura apartment, she thought with a grim smile. Olly pulled on his sweater and stood staring at her.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Inca pulled in a deep breath. “I’m fine. Look, Olly, like I said, I came over to apologize for last night. I should never have taken it out on you.”

  “Ssh.” He was suddenly beside her, his hand brushing away the hair that fell over her face, his mouth against her cheek. “I said, no need to apologize.”

  She was about to protest, but something in his eyes made her stop. A blankness.

  She changed the subject. “I hope I’m not interfering with your day.”

  “Quite the opposite.” He stood, reached for his sweater, and put it on, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “I was going to call you. How about hanging out with me for the day?”

  She swallowed. He bought the apartment; he bought the apartment. Anger and confusion were starting to replace the shock. Her eyes narrowed, but she kept her voice steady.

  “I can’t today, Olly. I have to work. Maybe some other time. I have to go.”

  She moved toward the door, but he stopped her, his face confused. “What’s wrong?”

  She made her smile neutral. “Nothing. I’ll see you later.”

  The tightness in her chest didn’t ease as she drove to work. S
he parked the car outside of the Sakura and sat for a while, trying to digest what she’d found. Olly had bought the apartment. An investment? She rubbed at her eyes, a headache starting to pound at the back of her head. She slid out of the car and went into work.

  This early, the Sakura was silent and dark. She stood for a while in the quiet, trying not see the bloodstains in the backroom or the police tape littered everywhere. For a moment, her chest felt tight, and she struggled to compose herself.

  Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

  She went to the sink and grabbed a bucket, filling it with soapy water. She cleaned the floor, a few tears escaping as she cleaned her friend’s blood from the floor.

  Oh, Scarlett, I’m sorry.

  After a couple of hours, Inca finished cleaning, went to pull the shades up, and unlocked the front door, moving around on auto-pilot. She flicked the coffee machines on, listening to their rhythmic hum, staring into the gloom of the teahouse. To distract herself, she thought again about the apartment above her head. Why the hell had Olly not told her he bought the place—and why hadn’t he moved in? The date of the letter threw her. Hadn’t she told him then that she wanted to buy it? An idea started to form in her mind, and she smiled grimly to herself.

  “Hey.” The sound of Luna’s stilted greeting made her turn. Her friend looked at her warily as she emerged from the backroom. Inca’s eyes filled with tears and she went to her friend.

  “I’m sorry about yesterday, truly.”

  Luna’s body slumped in relief. “Me too. I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I’m just worried about you and about Olly. My head’s a mess.”

  Inca laughed through her tears. “Right back at you.” She held onto Luna for a few moments. “Don’t let’s lose each other, okay?” She felt Luna nod and pulled back to smile at her. “And I promise, I will be more accepting.” She hated lying to Luna, but there was no reason to drag her into this thing with Olly.

  Luna wiped her own wet eyes with the back of her hand. “Sounds good to me. Look, I came to offer my services because … you know.”

  Inca smiled at her gratefully. “Thank you, babe. I appreciate it.”

  There was a knock at the teahouse door—customers waiting for their morning dose of caffeine. Inca went to let them in while Luna put her apron on. They dealt with the customers and got on with their day, the tension between them gone.

  As she worked, Inca again went through every reason why Olly would have bought the apartment. He certainly didn’t have the money, she knew, to offer the outrageous price that had knocked her out of the running. So how? Why?

  The idea came to her later in the morning, and she pulled Luna aside.

  “My head is about to split open. Mind if I step out for a half hour?”

  Inca went to the kitchen, pulling out the drawers until she found the flattest knife she could. Upstairs, she pressed her ear to the door to the apartment, listening for any movement inside. She knocked quietly, then, when there was no answer, she slid the knife into the gap between the door and the jamb, wiggling it to ease the lock open. She grinned to herself, wondering if Raff and Tommaso would be impressed by her lock picking skills.

  You can take the girl out of the trailer park … Inca smiled as the door popped open. She closed it behind her and padded slightly around the dark apartment. The drapes were closed, and she flicked the overhead light on. The apartment was dusty but tidy, almost too still. There was no furniture, no personal touches. Not lived in. She breathed in the smell of the place—there was a tang of abandonment in the air. She shook her head. If Olly had bought the apartment, why was he still living at his old place?

  Anger was starting to build in her. She moved about the apartment looking for anything she could use, anything that would tell her more about the man she thought she had known all her life, that would explain why he would have done this to her.

  Later, after a decent interval, she made her way back down to the coffeehouse. As she went out to the counter, she heard Tyler and Luna laughing. She smiled as she saw them, but as she moved close, Tyler moved to hug her, and she saw, seated behind him, watching her with careful, intense eyes, Olly. His eyes bored into hers, the slight smile on his face mocking.

  He knows you saw the papers.

  The thrill of adrenaline that coursed through her body and made her stomach drop was almost painful. She looked away from his gaze.

  “What are you kids joking around for?” she asked lightly, forcing herself to smile.

  Tyler nodded to Olly.

  “Olly’s been telling us about the surprise he’s got planned for you. Well, I say telling us, but he won’t let on what it is and Luna’s been trying to get it out of him.”

  Inca kept her face neutral as she looked at Olly. “Oh?”

  He nodded. “Good news. My lovely sister,” he nodded at a still smiling Luna, “has offered to cover your shift this afternoon, so you are free after all. Isn’t that great?”

  Inca’s heart sank. Tyler and Luna were looking at her expectantly. She tried to smile. “I suppose. I’ll get my stuff.”

  In the backroom, she took her time gathering her coat and purse. Luna followed her in a second later, frowning slightly.

  “Hey, it was all right to say yes to him, wasn’t it?”

  Inca laughed softly. “It’s fine.”

  Luna stared at her. “What’s wrong?”

  Inca hesitated then shook her head. “Nothing. Look, I need to call Tommaso. Can you give me a minute?”

  “Of course.”

  She called Tommaso and told him that she was spending time with Olly; Tommaso, to his credit, told her to have a great time. “I can’t be selfish with you now that I know we’ll be together in Italy soon.”

  Inca smiled. “I love you, Tommaso.”

  “And I love you. Call me later, Principessa.”

  Inca followed Olly out to his car and waited as he slid into the driver’s side and started the car. He turned the car towards the harbor and drove straight to the ferry terminal.

  “So where are we going?” She swallowed as her voice cracked. Olly didn’t notice.

  “Oh, no. I’m kidnapping you.” Olly grinned. “It’s a surprise.”

  She stared at him for a long moment, then tried to smile. “As all good kidnappings should be.”

  He laughed. “Exactly. You’re a very cooperative abductee.” He held out his hand and, reluctantly, she took it. He smiled widely. “Inca, I promise you, this will take your mind off everything.”

  On the mainland, Inca stared out of the window as Olly drove south of the city. Olly had chatted enthusiastically for a while but sensing her mood, he had lapsed into silence. She felt him glance over at her every few minutes, curious, wondering. She gazed out at the rain which was making everything hazy, the road slick, the sky dark.

  “Are you okay?” His voice broke through her reverie.

  “I’m fine.”

  Olly abruptly pulled the car onto the off ramp and onto a road Inca didn’t recognize. On the side of the road she started to see a few kids from one of the reservations.

  Olly put his hand on hers. “We’re almost there. I’ll let you in on the secret soon.” He laughed, his face open and friendly. He turned onto a small mud road. The car wound up a hill; the pines became denser, thicker as they climbed. The forest blocked out the light, the trees curving over the road. After a mile or so, Olly pointed. “Inca, look there.”

  There was a clearing in the trees to the left of them. Olly brought the car to a stop and they got out. Surrounded on three sides by the forest, the clearing fell away at a cliff at the far side. The view stretched for miles over lush, verdant pine forest; at the horizon, Inca could see the cobalt of Puget Sound, dark patches of the islands scattered across it. The low winter sun cast golden glints off the water. The Olympic mountain range rose out of the west. Inca turned to Olly, smiling but confused.

  “Olly, it’s beautiful. But I don’t understand …”

  He smiled and nodd
ed behind them. “Look there.” He pointed into the trees and she turned to look. A house, a large Richardsonian-Romanesque style building, stood out against the dark green of the forest.

  No, not a house, a mansion, Inca thought. A behemoth.

  “I thought you might appreciate the architecture … have you ever seen something like this here?”

  She shook her head, staying silent. The windows of the house were blank and dark and she shivered. It wasn’t a welcoming home; it was a statement. Incongruous in this landscape, it simply didn’t fit in this beautiful natural place. She looked at Olly’s face and read the pride and excitement in his expression—and something else. Triumph.

  Inca frowned, confused. “Olly, I—”

  “So, do you like it?”

  No.

  But she nodded, smiling slightly, and he beamed.

  “Good. Because I bought it.”

  She turned and looked at him, studying his face. After a moment, teeth gritted, her voice hard, she asked him the question she’d been holding back.

  “So you didn’t want to buy anything in Willowbrook? Nothing there that caught your eye?”

  “What do you think?”

  She felt a ball of tension lodge in her chest as he stared at her, his eyes searching but a mocking smile on his face.

  “You’re right.” She made her tone soothing.

  Keep him sweet.

  She had no idea where that idea had come from, but suddenly she knew it was the right thing to do.

  He pulled her into his arms, surprising her. She resisted for a moment, and his grip tightened. His gaze was intense as he gazed down at her. “It’s a new start, Inca. A new start for you and me. It’s our new home.”

  Inca stared at him, her heart thumping unpleasantly against her chest. “Olly … I don’t understand.” She pulled away from his embrace and moved away from him, putting distance between them. She studied his face. He was smiling, and his expression was victorious.

  Inca felt irritation flood through her. “What do you mean for ‘us’? Olly … we’re not … I live in Willowbrook, Olly. I have a home.”