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

by Aubrey Cara

  “As full service as they come.” I rock my erection against her hip.

  She locks her mouth on mine and straddles me. I grab her bare ass to pull her snug against my growing dick, and she grinds down, moaning.

  “Good morning,” she murmurs against my mouth.

  I snake a hand under her shirt to cop a feel. “It’s actually afternoon. I let you sleep.”

  “Mmhm, I noticed,” she moans then stiffens sitting back on my lap, and I sense a wall going up.

  “It is. Almost noon. I should probably go.” She pats my shoulder. “I need to hire a cleaning crew, a contractor to repair the damage at the house. I need new clothes. I have to find a hotel— call the insurance company—who hopefully cover vandalism repairs—”

  “It can wait.” I cup her face, pulling her in for a gentle kiss. “It’s Sunday. Most places you call will be closed. And…I like the idea of you not having clothes.”

  She rests her forehead against mine and stares at me as if she’s looking for some answer.

  “Give us today.” I can sense she wants to, but hesitates. “Tomorrow Jace and I will help you with all the practical stuff. We know an excellent contractor. If you don’t like him, we’ll help you find another. Today…today we can be here for you in other ways. Let us.”

  “Jess—”

  “What are you afraid of? Getting out of your head for a little while? Maybe letting us help you work off some of the stress that has your back up.”

  “Us...as in you and Jace?”

  “Yeah. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but what’s done is done. We’re a package deal, now.”

  I let her mull that over. She watches me, her face giving nothing away. “You’re really okay with sharing me?”

  “With Jace? Yeah. With anyone else? Hell no. While we’re doing this—whatever this is—you’re ours. Mine and my brother’s.” Her thighs tighten on me and her eyes haze. “You all right with that? Think you can limit yourself to two men?”

  She huffs a laugh. “You make me sound like a man-eating sex fiend.”

  “I like that sound of that... So, are you staying?”

  Her smile goes coy. “Maybe. How do you propose you help me work off my stress?”

  “I told you last night what I’m going to do to you. You’re going to let me spank you”—I nibble behind her ear— “Then Jace and I are going to make you orgasm until you’re begging me us stop.”

  “Kinky three-way sex therapy?”

  “Don’t knock it till you try it.” I stroke my hands up and down the delicate curve of her back.

  “Okay.” Then her lips are back on mine her kiss like morphine, sweeping me under. Her hands fist in my hair, not letting me get away.

  “Okay?” The way she’s grinding down on me in little jerky circles is making my head spin.

  “Yeah, I want you inside me,” she says. “I want to ride you just”—hip swivel—“like”—thrust—“this.”

  Reaching down between us, I find her clit. She’s so wet it’s easy to gently graze over it, slip-sliding my thumb back and forth.

  Rocking into my touch, she whimpers when I don’t give her more pressure. I break away from Madeline’s hot pouty lips and wet tongue.

  Her green eyes are at half-mast, and I have to mentally slap myself to remember why I can’t go balls deep right the fuck now.

  It’s going to be so much more satisfying when I make her beg for it.

  “Well, beautiful, what do you want first? Coffee or a spanking?” I’m still lightly stroking between her legs, and it takes a minute for my words to penetrate her sex fog. I know when they do because her pretty winged brows pull down.

  “What?”

  I nip and graze my teeth along her jawline and steadily tease her with my thumb. She’s languid in my arms. I love her like this. “Coffee. Or spanking?”

  She makes a face of distaste before her gaze narrows. “I told you what I wanted. You inside me. Me riding your cock.”

  My dick punches forward. “That can definitely be arranged, baby. But your ass is going to be red while you do it.”

  “Hmm,” she hums. “I don’t usually let men call me shit like baby. Or spank me. You’d better make me like it.”

  “If I don’t?” the devil on my shoulder makes me ask.

  She leans in to whisper in my ear, “I’ll rip your dick off.”

  I bark out a strangled laugh cough and nip her chin. “Anyone ever tell you your pillow talk sucks?”

  “Yes.” She winks. “Repeatedly. Got a problem with that?”

  The women I’m usually with are looking to be dominated. They go soft and submissive with touch. Madeline’s fight begs to be conquered. Our fiery temptress likes it rough, and that’s fine by me.

  “Keep running that pretty mouth, baby,” I tell her. “It’s your ass.”

  I give her round booty a squeeze and press one last kiss to the curve of her neck before lifting her by the waist, setting her on the end of the table. With a coy smirk, she spreads her pale round thighs and strips off the Lenard Skynyrd T-shirt in one quick move.

  Every inch of her creamy skin is on display. She palms her breast invitingly. This woman is going to be the death of me. I cup the back of her neck, kissing her. Then I push her back.

  If she wants to play first, we’ll play. We have all damn day, and I intend to enjoy every second of it.

  I grab her hips and drag her to the edge of the table then bend over to feast on the best cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.

  “Yes, just like that.” Her fingers dig into my scalp, and she tries to lift her hips and control my movements.

  I give her clit a spank that has her squealing and trying to close her legs.

  “Nu-uh.” I hold her thighs open. “What did I tell you last night? My pussy. My rules.” Planting my hands on her hips, I hold her down. “You’re going to take it however I give it.” I tease my tongue around her nub. Flicking it then circling it once again.

  She makes a sexy little growl of frustration before I latch onto her clit, sucking.

  “Yes, please. Yes.” Her back arches off the table.

  I’m not going to let her come yet, but I’ll get her painfully close. I stop sucking to lick her wet pussy from asshole to clit.

  I start circle my tongue around her sweet point again until she’s babbling and begging and—

  “Jace!”

  My head comes up. I wipe my mouth. “Did you just call me my brother’s name?”

  Her eyes go wide. “No.”

  “I think you did.”

  There’s a masculine chuckle at my shoulder. “I think she did, too,” Jace says. “It’s okay, honey. I’ll make you say it some more later.”

  “You have shitty timing,” I tell him.

  “Not from where I’m standing.” His eyes are locked on the Venus spread out before me. He reaches out and runs a hand down Maddie’s body then back up to pinch her nipple till her eyes roll back.

  “Where the fuck you been?”

  He holds up a grocer- sized brown paper bag. “Getting provisions.”

  “I thought we had a plan,” I say. We talked last night. Kind of. I only punched him again once. He punched me back. We’ve come to an understanding where sharing Maddie is concerned.

  “Plan took a detour. And it seems you took full advantage.”

  Hell, yeah I did. “I wasn’t complaining.”

  “Sorry I was late, honey.” Jace leans down and shoves his tongue down her throat.

  Whatever misgivings she had last night about being with both of us seem to have disappeared. She wraps one long leg around his waist and fists his shirt.

  “Glad you could join us,” she purrs.

  “Yeah, keep thinking that.” He boops her nose, pulls her up off the table, and gives her ass a firm smack. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go make you scream.” He turns to me. “Grab the bag.”

  Her brows scrunch when Jace leads her to the back door, her first real sign of
trepidation. “Why are we going outside?”

  “We have a surprise for you.” A thrill of anticipation races through me.

  She balks at the door. “I’m naked.”

  “As the day is long,” Jace says.

  “I can’t go outside.”

  “It’s easy.” I shove the bag into Jace’s hands, toss Madeline over my shoulder, and step outside.

  “Jess!”

  “So you do know my name.”

  She slaps my back, and I smack her ass. “Dammit, Jess! It’s cold out here!”

  “It feels nice to me.” Our property is surrounded by trees, and we’re far enough back from the road I’m not worried about anyone seeing us, but I don’t take my time striding across the yard.

  We’ve set up the pole barn for our play. I set her on her feet at the door and give her a little push inside.

  Hanging from the center of the barn is a thick chain with leather cuffs dangling from the end. We’ve moved all of Jace’s bikes out of the way except one which is securely locked onto a stand right under the hanging cuffs. Jace’s idea.

  I gave my Mustang a tune-up this morning, but it’s far enough back there’s plenty of room for play.

  Jace pushes one of his rolling tool boxes over to the bike we have set up and empties his bag of “provisions” onto the makeshift table.

  Maddie’s so fixated on the hanging chain it’s a full minute before she reacts to the sex shop’s worth of naughty toys Jace has dumped out. She edges back toward the door.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” I say rounding her up. Jace moves to close the door down, and Maddie actually jumps when it slides shut with a bang.

  “I’ve changed my mind. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

  This is going to be fun.

  “I thought I was getting a spanking. You’ve rigged this place up like a torture chamber.”

  “That’s a bit dramatic,” Jace says opening up a package of clothespins.

  I bite back a smile. “I thought I told you, this spanking isn’t going to be like the one you got from Jace.”

  “Why do I have to be chained?”

  “Because you’ve been a naughty girl,” Jace says before I can reply.

  She frowns and crosses her arms over her lush tits. “I want a safeword.”

  “Fine. But I’m warning you, the first part is punishment. I’m whipping your ass whether you like it or not. And you’re going to take it.”

  “Am I?” Her voice has gone cold as steel. She’s getting ready to go into defense mode, but she’s going to have to shut it down. Her ass is mine, and she knows it.

  “Oh yeah.” I know she felt guilty about having sex with Jace behind my back, but that’s not why she’s standing here letting this happen. We all know if she wanted to leave she could. There’s heat and anticipation lighting her beautiful green eyes.

  I undo my belt and her attention falls to my waist.

  “I already told you, I’m not going to force you.” I slowly slide my belt out, one loop at a time until the long strip of leather falls limp at my side. She hasn’t taken her inquisitive gaze off it. The pulse at her throat is thrumming, and my heartbeat kicks up.

  I fold the two ends of leather together and pull it tight with a snap.

  She jumps, her eyes dilating.

  “Now, be a good girl and bend over the bike.”

  She bristles at be a good girl, but with one drawn-out step at a time, turns to comply.

  “This is some caveman shit,” she complains.

  I should chastise her for the bitchy glare she’s shooting Jace and me, but my thoughts scatter to the wind when she bends over. Her pouty pussy is shiny wet…

  I’m going to let loose my inner caveman, all right.

  And she’s going to love it.

  Madeline

  “Are you enjoying the show?” I snipe at Jace. He’s been opening package after package of sex paraphernalia, but stops to stare at me bent at the waist, elbows resting on the seat of the bike.

  “More than you know.”

  I shrug with false casualness. “I’d relish our roles being reversed.”

  “Would you?”

  “Yes.”

  Jace looks over my head to Jess. “I don’t think she’s quite ready for her spanking.” He holds up a butt plug and clothespins.

  My breath catches. “Safeword,” I say over my shoulder to Jess. “You said I could have a safeword.”

  Before Jess can say anything, Jace replies, “Ivy League. That’s your safeword.”

  Our eyes meet, and I know with that one phrase this isn’t only about sexy fun, or me sleeping with Jace behind Jess’s back.

  For a minute, I’m transported back fifteen years and see all the hurt and betrayal flashing across Jace’s young face. I had cut him with every jagged little piece of my broken teenage soul. And now, it seems, he wants his pound of flesh.

  “Bring it.” I don’t know why I say it. Why I’m taunting him. Maybe it’s so he’ll hurt me the way I hurt him, then we’ll be even.

  Jace’s dark-blue eyes flare then narrow. I get the sensation I just stepped into the bullring, waving a red flag.

  “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” he asks.

  No. I open my mouth to reply, and he stuffs a ball between my teeth, snapping the attached straps behind my head. I reach up to undo it, but he grabs my wrists in one hand. The other hand reaches up and pulls down the cuffs. The chain they dangle from clangs loudly as it slides down over the metal beam.

  I glare at Jace. The cuffs are wide and lined with soft material, but heavy. Especially attached to the dangling, daunting chain. I’m shaking with fear, arousal, and adrenaline, and trying not to drool on myself.

  He pinches my chin and forces me to look at him. “If you want us to stop, you hold up two fingers.”

  I hold up both my middle fingers right in his smug face.

  A wicked grin spreads his lips. “Sorry, babe. I’m looking for the index and middle finger.” He flashes me the peace sign, wiggling his digits as example.

  He waits a tick, watching my hands, but I’m not tapping out. Internally, I’m kind of freaking out, but between fight or flight, my natural inclination has always been to fight. I’m also loving this on some sick level. I want him and Jess to overpower me. To do whatever they’re going to do to me. I want Jess and Jace to have their pound of flesh, but I also need this in a way I’m not ready to admit out loud.

  I’ve been numb too long, and they have the power to make me feel.

  It’s as terrifying as it exhilarating.

  A love bite stings my ass. I jump and squeal. Both men chuckle low and evil.

  “Just getting you warmed up,” Jess says. His calloused hands knead my cheeks. He pulls them apart, his thumbs dipping into the crevice, grazing over my anus. “You might have let Jace claim your pussy first. But this is mine.”

  Cool liquid drizzles down my crack, and a shiver runs through me.

  Jace fists my hair and tilts my head back. “You know,” he says conversationally, “no one would guess it, but Jess is the sadist between the two of us. He likes tying up pretty women and watching them squirm. I usually prefer to get straight to the fucking, but with you…”

  Something cool and hard presses to my pucker. I whimper behind the gag, going up on tiptoe as it pushes in, stretching me.

  “You, I’m going to enjoy toying with,” he whispers in my ear.

  My hole closes over the neck of the plug, and I wiggle at the foreign sensation.

  “Fuck, that’s beautiful, honey,” Jess says behind me. “You did so well.” He’s back to squeezing my cheeks. “Just think how good it’s going to feel when it’s my cock in there.”

  Before I can process his dark warning, he gives my ass a firm smack, and I jump. It makes me clench on the plug, and electric currents ping through me. My cunt pulses.

  “I think you’re almost ready,” Jace says, holding up two clothespins.

  My heart races. “Nu-u
h.” I shake my head as he palms one breast and worries my nipple to a point.

  He opens the wooden pin over my distended bud and hovers there. “Are you safewording?”

  I fist my hands, and he releases the pin spring. The pain isn’t immediate, like I thought it would be, but blossoming and throbbing to acute agony. An answering pulse point between my legs turns the pain into bittersweet torture.

  Jess’s hard body presses to my back. He kisses along my neck and shoulder. The combined sensations make my head spin.

  His hand dips down between my legs and circles my clit as Jace snaps a clothespin onto my other breast. Pain and desire flashes through me like hot lightning. Breasts to clit. Clit to clenching sphincter, and back.

  Jace fists my hair and holds my gaze as Jess edges me closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Your pussy is already so swollen,” Jess says. “You want our cocks, don’t you? Want both of us filling you up.”

  I moan. With the plug and his fingers inside me, I can almost imagine what it would be like. Just as my eyes roll closed, Jess releases me and brings his hand down on my ass.

  I curse behind the ball gag.

  The strap at the back of my head is released. Jess cups my throat and pulls me back. He thumbs the moisture off my chin. “You didn’t think I’d let you come yet, did you?”

  I shake my head.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. What was that?”

  Free of the gag, I open and close my mouth to work out my poor jaw. “Fuck you.”

  “Wrong answer.”

  Clank, clank, clank goes the chain as my arms are stretched over my head. Jess kicks my feet apart on the cold cement. I feel like an offering. A sacrifice. Completely exposed. Vulnerable.

  Jess holds out his hand, and Jace drops a golf-ball sized object with a string in his waiting palm. He holds the egg vibe up for my inspection switching it on and reaching underneath me to roll it around my clit a few agonizing times before inserting it.

  “You dirty girl. Feel how easy that goes in?” He gets it planted nice and deep before the hum of vibration switches to a pulsing rhythm. Hmm hmm hmmmm. Hmm hmm hmmmm.

  My muscle tense, core clenching to hold it inside me. I try to close my legs, but Jess toes them back out.

  I’m melting into the sensation warring with the plug in my ass when Jace releases both clothespins from my nipples.