Getting Dirty: A Second Chance Menage Romance (Hard n' Dirty Book 1)

by Aubrey Cara

“You’re a fucking bastard,” I snap instead.

  “And you’re a closeted, kinky little freak, aren’t you?” He nibbles at my ear, and I tremble.

  I think I might be. I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my thighs. He’s keeping me on edge. Circling my clit. Hedging the pressure each time I get close to release.

  I open my mouth to spew whatever filth he wants me to say when the sound of the heavy door slamming echoes around us.

  We both freeze.

  Work boots thud on the concrete floor, one slow step at a time.

  “Hello, brother. Wanna piece of my candy?” Jace asks, cupping my exposed breast like an offering.

  My eyes sting. My pants and underwear are pooled around my knees. My shirt’s torn, one breast garishly hanging out of my bra. I know my carefully applied makeup has to be smeared to hell and back.

  Jace’s hands are still intimately on me. The one on my throat tightens as if he knows I’m about to try to get away. His hand on my breast moves down to my clit and starts to move again. I whimper and turn my face away.

  He grabs my jaw and makes me face Jess again, all the while stroking between my legs.

  “Princess here was about to come for me. Weren’t you, pretty girl?”

  I bite my lip, fighting back tears, so ashamed and so close to coming.

  “This consensual?” Jess asks, his voice so gruff it makes my chest ache.

  There’s a hot knot of emotion in my throat, so I just nod, my gaze focused on the center of Jess’s chest because I’m a coward, and I don’t want to see any kind of hurt or condemnation in his eyes.

  Jess says nothing. Why isn’t he saying anything?

  My heart hammers against my ribs as he silently walks toward us. He squats in front of me, drags a thumb over my bottom lip then stands. The ridged outline of his erection is right in my face.

  Slowly, so very slowly he snags the button to his jeans open and glides the zipper down. He runs a gentle knuckle along my cheek at the same time he draws his cock out of his pants. The familiar musk and clean soapy smell of him surrounds me.

  “She’ll come when I come, and not a second before.”

  It takes a moment for his words delivered in his deep, soothing Jess voice to register. But then his thumb is on my chin. The spongy tip of his cock brushes my lips.

  “Open.”

  The second I comply to the harsh demand, the hot brand of his cock is filling my mouth. Jess, the gentle lover of last night who let me take control and set the pace is gone. His length slides all the way to the back of my throat, not giving me time to adjust.

  I brace one hand on his thigh and wrap the other around his base, but he snatches my wrists, pulling them together behind my head.

  “No hands. I’m setting the pace.” Fingers snarl in my hair, guiding my movements.

  I’m shaking as I try to relax and let him fuck deep into my throat. Drool dribbles down my chin.

  “She likes that, brother,” Jace says. “Her pussy just about strangles my dick every time you choke her.” He drags the callused tips of his fingers down my stomach and I whimper, sucking that much harder on Jess’s length.

  A tear tracks down my cheek from embarrassment and sensation overload, but I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  “That’s it, beautiful,” Jess croons, brushing my tear away with a thumb. “Suck it like a good girl, and I’m going to let you come all over a cock that’s not mine.” Jess’s voice is gruff, angry. The grip on my hair, mean. But he’s going with this. Why is he going with this?

  “You’re in for it now, pretty girl,” Jace warns, his hands bracing me in place before he slams into me. I choke on Jess, and Jace chuckles, doing it again.

  Guilt rides me as I let myself become a vessel for their use. My mind spins as I get lost in sensation. It’s like Jace is trying to make me come before Jess does. He’s circling my clit and fucking into me so hard I can hardly concentrate on Jess.

  There is no finesse or sexiness in this blowjob. It’s sloppy and animalistic. I stop sucking as he fucks my mouth harder, going deeper the closer I get to splintering apart.

  My body trembles, I’m so close.

  Jess’s cock twitches, expanding until my jaw aches. He groans above me then fills my throat with salty spunk. He lets go of my wrists to hold me down over his cock. I swallow reflexively, struggling for breath.

  Jace knuckles my clit, and my world spasms apart. I choke, unable to breathe, or scream, held immobile between the two men who are pounding into me.

  Filling me.

  Breaking me.

  Jess pulls free of my mouth, and I slump forward, clutching his leg as I shudder through my climax.

  Jace pulses in my pussy with a bestial moan, once, twice, three times as he comes. Then he slaps my ass with a satisfied chuckle. “Damn baby, you’re a wild ride.”

  Spots swim before my eyes.

  I can’t breathe.

  What the fuck did I just do?

  I shove Jess away and fall to my hands, scrambling to my feet. A wet trail tracks down the inside of my thigh as I yank up my pants.

  “Maddie, calm down,” Jess says, gripping my shoulders. “It’s okay.”

  I jerk out of his hold. “Don’t.” I hold up a warning hand at both of them. “Just leave me alone.”

  Jace is still on his knees, his huge spent dick dribbling on his leg. Jess has his hands splayed placatingly like I’m a wild animal he’s trying to keep contained.

  “Maddie—” he begins again, but I cut him off.

  “No. No, I can’t.”

  Jess and Jace.

  Jace and Jess.

  My stomach pitches.

  “Oh God.” I’ve got to get out of here.

  I’m missing one boot. I don’t know how it even came off, and I don’t care.

  I limp run for the exit.

  8

  J ess

  The back door to the garage bangs shut behind Maddie. It breaks me out of the fuck haze I’ve been in ever since walking into a fantasy/nightmare.

  I tuck my dick into my pants as Jace comes to his feet, pulling up his own. I fist my hand and sucker punch him right in the face.

  The blow lands with a satisfying crunch, and he stumbles, almost losing his balance. He rubs his jaw, scowling at me. “What the fuck was that for?”

  “You know why,” I say, already striding after Maddie.

  I don’t have time to fight. Or deal with my jackass brother who somehow unleashed a side of Madeline I’m pretty sure she didn’t know existed. She was too shocky afterward. Too raw.

  My chest aches. It was supposed to be me. I was the one who was going to dominate her body and open her up to all the possibilities. Ease her into it. Make her fly and crave more. I wanted to do that for her. To her.

  Jace kicked her into the deep end without asking if she could swim.

  I still can’t process what I walked in on. What I participated in. And I’ve done it before. I’m jaded. It shouldn’t have felt different or left me off kilter, but it did.

  When I saw her in all her beautiful glory, getting fucked by Jace, for the first time in my life possessive pride had filled me. Jace was fucking her, but something inside me had cried mine.

  “Maddie, hold up,” I call out.

  Hair a mess, one shoe missing, her pants still hanging open at her waist, Madeline is a wreck. She’s at her rental, fumbling with the door latch. The key fob keeps clicking but she’s trying to open the door at the same time as she’s unlocking it.

  “Maddie, stop. You’re jamming the lock.”

  “Back off.” She’s pressed to her car like a cornered animal.

  I snatch her keys out of her trembling fingers and pull her tight into my body, wrapping my arms around her.

  She’s stiff against me, her arms down by her sides.

  “Wanna talk?” I rub small circles between her shoulder blades, hoping to soothe her.

  She lets out a shuddering breath, relaxes for two point two sec
onds before stiffening up. “I know Krav Maga,” she mutters against my shoulder. “I could drop you.”

  I suppress my smile. I have no doubt she could.

  “Let me drive you home.”

  “Not a chance.”

  “You’re in no condition to drive.” I pull back to cradle her cheek and she slaps my hand way.

  “Don’t think you can patronize me just because I’ve had your cock in my mouth. I’ll decide if I can drive or not.”

  Damn she’s a prickly one. “I’m trying to be nice.”

  “That’s your problem, Jess. You’re too damn nice,” she hisses like it’s a disgusting word.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Was I being too nice when I forced you to choke on my dick or was it when I let you come on my brother’s cock?”

  Her fair complexion turns rosy. I run a hand through my hair, blowing out a breath, cursing myself for losing my temper. How the hell is it, I’ve fallen for the one woman who doesn’t want anything more from me than my dick?

  “I know you want to keep this thing between us casual,” I say. “But you’re in no condition to drive. You’re being unreasonable.”

  She makes a snarling growl low in her throat, like a human tea kettle starting to boil. “What is with you and your brother using the us word. There is no us.”

  I snort, making a show of giving her a slow once-over. She’s the picture of a woman who’s been rode hard. Makeup smeared, pouty lips swollen. Her shirt is torn and hangs open, showcasing her bra-covered tits.

  “Honey, there’s an us.” Then my mind snags on what she said. “Wait, why would Jace think he’s an us with you?”

  Something flits over her expression. It looks a whole lot like guilt. My gaze narrows as my brother comes out the back door of the garage. “Was this not the first time you were with him?”

  She winces. It’s an infinitesimal flinch, but I still catch it, and it’s a kick to the gut.

  I’m still processing how I feel about this whole thing snowballing into me sharing her with Jace, and now I find out it wasn’t even the first time. But, how could that possibly be? The only time they were alone together was when he took her to her car…

  “This morning?” I ask, outraged. Jace definitely deserves another fist to the face. “Were you going to say anything to me?”

  She shakes her head in the negative but says, “Yes.” It sounds like a goddamn question. Like she’s unsure.

  “Shit, Maddie.”

  “What do you want me to say? My life is spiraling out of control and now, on top of everything, I’ve turned into the kind of dirty whore who fucks around with two brothers in the same day.”

  I grit my teeth. “You’re not a dirty whore…unless you want to be.” I mean, some women are into that.

  Her jaw twitches. “Give me my keys.” She extends her hand, palm up.

  I cross my arms over my chest. “I wanna talk about this. Were you going to tell me about you two?”

  “Seriously? I don’t owe you anything. We had sex, Jess.” She throws her arms wide. “We all had sex. And now we’re done.”

  “Just like that?”

  “Just like that.”

  “Anyone ever tell you, you’re hell on a man’s ego?”

  “Yes, repeatedly. Now give me my keys.”

  “No.”

  “No?” she fairly screeches.

  “Nope. Not until you admit you like me and you’re sorry for fucking my brother.”

  “Oh, I am sorry I fucked your brother.” Saccharin laces her voice. “Right now, I’m sorry I fucked either of you. Now. Give. Me. My. Keys!”

  Looking her straight in her stormy green eyes I chuck the keys, ’cause, yeah…this isn’t my finest moment.

  JACE

  I let my dick flap in the wind longer than reasonable. I was still processing how good it felt to fuck Madeline, and not because I’ve fantasized how it would feel since I was seventeen. Or because she should have been off-limits.

  That shit was electric.

  Like, best I’ve ever had, kind of electric that left me in a sex fog I didn’t want to leave.

  That’s why I didn’t see the hit coming. That’s why I didn’t punch back.

  I tuck Roy Rogers, my little king of cowboys, back in my pants and zip up while making my way outside.

  Madeline and Jess are close together, arguing about him driving her home. Her eyes are spitting fire, and Jess is trying to reason with her.

  I shake my head. Can’t negotiate with crazy.

  In a surprise move, my brother hurls the keys, and they hit my chest. I catch them as they fall and hold them up. “I guess I’m driving.” I stroll over to Madeline’s rental and open the passenger-side door. “Get in, princess.”

  “Screw you, Jace,” she bites out.

  “I’m no bronco stud, babe, you’ll have to give me another minute.” I shoot her a wink.

  Truth is my dick twitches at the mere prospect of being inside her again. Roy loved her pussy so much he wants to put up drapes and stay a while.

  She stomps over to me and makes a grab for the keys. I raise them over my head, and she’s tall enough she nearly reaches, but nearly isn’t enough. She makes a sexy grunt of frustration.

  “I’m not in the mood for your crap, Jace. Give me the keys.”

  “Get in the car.”

  Her knee comes up, and I block it before it can make contact with my boys, but I don’t see the punch coming until she’s busted my lip once again.

  I pin her to the side of the sedan by her throat. “God damn it. Everybody needs stop punching me in the fucking face.”

  “Jace,” Jess warns.

  Madeline spits at me, and I’ve had enough. I flip her around and slap her ass hard.

  She squeals and wheels back, elbows flying, feet kicking. I shove her forward with all my weight then pin her to the car with a forearm across her shoulders as I spank her like I’ve never spanked a woman.

  She doesn’t squeal in enjoyment, and I doubt she’s going to beg me for more. This is a good old-fashioned ass whipping, and she has enough fight in her I’m not sure if she’s going to give in before my hand gives out.

  “You had enough?”

  “Screw you.”

  “You gonna let us take you home?” I hedge.

  “Fine.”

  “Good girl.” I kiss her cheek, and she snarls at me like a feral cat.

  My dick considers this foreplay and punches against my fly to get my attention. I grind my erection into the soft cushion of her ass just to keep her annoyed before I ease my weight off her and step back.

  She turns and rams the heel of her hand into my throat. Before I know what’s what, she’s twisted my arm and I’m flying, ankles over ass, my body flipping in the air.

  I land with an oomph, gavel biting into my back and shoulders. Mads stomps her booted foot down on my left ankle. Blinding pain sears up my leg.

  “Ow, shit! What the hell?” I cough, still clutching my throat where she shoved in my windpipe.

  “Now I’ve had enough.” She kicks me in the side for good measure then gets in the back passenger-side seat of the car, like I’m about to be her god damned chauffeur, and slams the door.

  “Fuck!” I yell to the sky because that shit hurt.

  Jess holds out a hand to help me up, but I slap it away and slowly roll to my feet.

  He shakes his head, a grin pulling at his lips. “You sure have a way with women, brother.”

  “Asshole. I’m still pissed you punched me.”

  “You deserved it.”

  Maybe. Doesn’t mean it didn’t piss me off. “You know we were dating, Jet fucking Li?”

  His smug smirk drops. “We?”

  “I’m not dating either of you sons of bitches,” Madeline yells from the car.

  I rap on the roof. “Hey, keep it classy, honey.”

  “Our mom was a nice woman,” Jess tells her through the glass.

  She fumes, looking away from us.

  “Yo
u gonna follow me back to her place?” I ask Jess as I limp around the front of the car to the driver’s side door.

  “Yeah,” he says walking over to his Mustang that’s parked on the other side of Madeline’s rental. “You two gonna keep from killing each other on the way there?”

  I glance at the car where Mads is still stormily staring out the window.

  “Can’t promise anything.”

  We drive back to Madeline’s place in suffocating silence.

  This is a part of the evening I’m not typically around for. The after. After I’ve had my fill and send a woman on her way. Though I haven’t had my fill of Mads. Not by half.

  It’s uncomfortable how much I crave her. It reminds me of high school. I was pathetic over her. That shit won’t ride with me these days.

  Jace Wallace doesn’t get stupid over a woman. Especially when that woman is Madeline Fitzpatrick.

  My gaze keeps flicking to the rearview mirror, which I have trained on Madeline. She looks a wreck and damned if I don’t want to clean her up just to get her all messy again.

  Madeline is a revelation. Half snarling wildcat, half submissive. She likes it rough with a bite of pain, and damn, did I like giving it to her.

  Too bad she freaked out after.

  Little Miss Snooty Pants is subdued. Arms crossed over her chest, she hasn’t turned away from the window this entire time. She’s even angled her body toward the passenger door, completely shut off from me. Seems like I should say something, but I don’t know what.

  “Maybe I should have let Jess drive you home.” The thought is out of my mouth quicker than I can recall it.

  Her gaze jerks to me. “Why?”

  I don’t want to say why. Why would admit I’m uncomfortable with her being upset. That I don’t know how to handle it. What to say. Why would admit I’m concerned. That I care. Which I don’t. She was a good lay. Full stop. That’s it.

  “He’s better with the after-sex shit,” is all I say.

  She purses her fuckable lips and looks back out the window.

  I shake my head. “There’s no use getting bent out of shape about good sex.”

  She drops her arms, shifting to glare at me.

  “All I’m saying is, if you’re twisted up about fucking around with me and Jess—don’t be. It’s only natural to…uh—”