by Talyn Scott
“I don’t want to know about either of your fuck-pads. If you were to have them, that is.”
“Sounds like jealousy.”
“Yes.” She watched him pour fragrant salts in the water, a fresh, breezy scent hitting her nose seconds later. “I am too jealous, too insecure.” Too… so many things she couldn’t remember them all.
“What’s the difference between jealousy and insecurity?”
“Not much,” she admitted.
Drake started undressing her. “I’m taking care of you,” he clarified when Vania tensed, “not taking you.”
“Over the past couple of days,” she pointed out, “we haven’t talked about anything except business.”
“So you’re jealous and hurt?” He sighed, making short work of removing her clothes, even her garters and stockings. In fact, Drake was treating her almost clinically. “You needed to think about what we discussed, so we gave you time.”
“I know, but I’ve been… lonely. If not for the opulent meals and daily flowers you two sent, I would’ve thought I was getting the brush off.”
“No brush offs.” He stood and pulled her up. “I want to beat Matt again for giving you those bruises. Maybe I will.”
“Don’t start.”
Drake nodded, resigned. “With you this close, it’s impossible for me to keep my eyes and hands off the goods.” He shooed her with his hand. “So get in the water before I forget how exhausted you are.”
She dipped a toe in first, trying to forget her complete nudity. But Drake was getting a prime view of her XXL derriere as she stepped in the spa. When he stayed quiet behind her, heat warmed her skin, having nothing to do with the steamy water in which she was sinking. She was always embarrassed or humiliated in front of him. This needed to change.
When the water tickled her nipples, she called to him, “Drake?”
He didn’t answer.
Slowly, she turned around, finding him standing back several feet. He held the vanity’s edge in a white-knuckled grip, his breathing a rasp of rushed air.
“So fierce,” she whispered of his intensity, of his balls-first approach to everything. Right then, though, Drake’s intensity was focused straight on her. In all honesty, she’d be a fool not to take him on, to take them on, and do what Drake had whispered in her ear while in the elevator.
Skating her eyes down his body, she spotted his thick erection bulging behind his zipper. Her gaze rose up and locked with his. Without another word, Vania cupped her throat with her hands and languidly moved her palms down to fondle her breasts.
Drake swallowed roughly before issuing a warning. “There’s no going back afterwards.”
She nodded, understanding exactly what he was saying. “Get in.”
Chapter 17
Vania sank back against the spa and put her hands where she was empty.
Drake’s lips curved as he removed his watch, jacket, and tie. “Play all you want beneath the water, but if I’m coming in there, you’re coming around my cock and not on those pretty fingers.”
His shirt, pants, and boxers came off in a blur, or maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her. A man this beautiful couldn’t be real, yet he was standing right in front of her, offering his body for her pleasure. Vania waved away wisps of steam, so she wouldn’t miss a thing.
“You’re…”
He narrowed those exotic eyes and stepped in. “I’m?” he prompted, standing there perfectly manscaped.
Vania licked her lips, grabbed hold of his massive thighs, and slid her hands around to squeeze his tight ass. “You are amazing.”
His cock stood fully erect, frighteningly large, and inches from her mouth. Vania inhaled the musky sandalwood scent of him, before she flicked her tongue up the underside, following a thick vein.
Drake jerked. His corded stomach clenched and flexed after she brought her lips to his thick crown. He stared down at her with a mixture of amazement and arrogance. But he should be arrogant, she thought, with a dick like his.
She opened wider, cradling his cock on her tongue as she breathed through her nose and took on more of him. Drake didn’t grab her head, but his stomach muscles tightened until he cast shadows on his poured velvet skin.
Vania stared up his body until their eyes melded and cupped his heavy balls. On the down stroke, Vania scraped her upper teeth across his shaft.
“Mmm.” His skin stretched tight across his sharp cheekbones. “I’m going to drive you until you scream louder than the music downstairs.”
Her cheeks hollowing, she sucked his head and pulled back. Vania released his balls and smacked the underside of his cock, sending it bobbing.
Drake sucked in a sharp breath. “Sexual deprivation… has cultivated your naughtiness.”
She whacked him again, straight on the head. A crystalline drop gleamed from his slit.
Vania closed her lips around his head, licking the small amount of liquid he was offering. Then, keeping her eyes locked with his, she grabbed his ass again and went down on Drake halfway. When his crown touched her throat, Vania swallowed convulsively while swirling her tongue over his sensitive veins.
Drake bared his teeth as sweat trickled down his temples. Vania’s pulse jumped when he reached around her head and fisted her hair, yanking Vania off his cock with a shocking pop. “You’re taking your pill?”
“Yes.”
Still fisting her hair, not moving but for his short breaths rushing in and out, Drake looked at Vania with such fierce possessiveness that the words he’d uttered only moments ago pierced her mind: There will be no going back afterwards.
“You know you belong to us, don’t you, Vania? Every single inch, inside and out.”
Because she hadn’t felt this complete, even in the years she’d been with Matt, Vania stared at one of the two men she craved daily, and he simply took her breath away. Yes, it was time to give in to more than the hunger. “I do.”
Drake licked his pouty, lower lip and dipped his head to capture her mouth. He slid his tongue in and out her parted lips with a slow, lulling erotism that opened her sex.
Releasing his kiss, Drake spun her. “Hold on to the spa’s edge. That’s it.” He placed his hands on her luscious ass, squeezing gently, molding it with his fingertips. “Exquisite.”
He lowered behind her, draping his body over her tiny frame, careful of his weight. Drake wanted to go native on Vania, wanted to drive into her with the force of his lust, but that shouldn’t happen. What was inside him would be dangerous if unleashed, so he’d have to settle on thrusting in her until her heart joined her head.
How long would that take? The wife idea was hitting him hard. But Vania didn’t need to know that this soon.
He nudged Vania’s thighs apart with one of his, and then dipped his fingers in the hot water and trailed them up her damp thigh, gliding nice and slow. Smiling against her hair as she sucked in a ragged breath of anticipation, he skimmed his fingertips through her crisp, blonde curls, playing for a while.
She groaned his name, arching against his dick for more. With a wicked chuckle, he reared back and smacked her clitoris before whispering circles over its hood with his fingertip.
“Please.” She writhed against him, sliding her wet ass up and down his cock. “Put it in.”
“Impatient?” So was he. “Let me see what I can do to speed things along.” He kept circling her clit at the same infuriatingly slow pace, listening to her groans turning to helpless pleas. “Shh, we’re getting there.”
When her tiny bundle of nerves swelled and protruded, Drake aligned his head with her slick folds and inserted a couple of inches.
Too tight.
Another half an inch…
Much too tight.
At times, his big cock got in the way of fucking.
His control threadbare, Drake knew he couldn’t possibly get Vania wetter than what she was, so he needed her mindless with want for him. That way, her inner muscles would relax fully for penetration. “Alm
ost ready.”
She gasped as he continued to play, the heat of her body burning his skin. When a rolling shudder moved through her, Vania hissed. “I’m… past ready!”
In time with a strategic pinch to her clit, Drake surged halfway. She screamed his name until he thought plaster would fall from the ceiling.
He peppered kisses across her shoulders, keeping her still while holding her clit hostage. “You’ve clamped around me, so hot, wet, and perfect”
She was so clamped down on him, in fact, that Drake figured one of them would get hurt if he moved. Luckily, he didn’t worry for long, because Evan jogged through the bathroom so quickly that he nearly slipped in water.
“I signed in my email account,” Evan said roughly, shucking his clothes in dizzying speed. “Document-signed the contract.”
Vania whimpered.
Evan moved in front of Vania, reaching underneath her breasts to play. “And forwarded it to Avery.” His voice lowered to a rumbling purr, “Guess your workday is over, Miss Lange.”
Evan looked over her head at Drake, his eyebrow rising in question. Drake knew exactly what his stepbrother was asking: Why weren’t they moving?
Drake brushed his free hand down her spine, watching her fair skin pebble. “Our Vania is lush and tight.”
Evan reached beneath the vanity and pulled out liquid lubricant. Even though that brand was more like water than slime, Drake shook his head no. When he meant no barriers, he meant no barriers. Lube was for anal, later.
With one of his naughty glints, Evan leaned back on the vanity, spread his legs, and called Vania to watch. She lifted her head at his command, her breathing picking up at the sight of Evan’s body.
With his heavily inked arm, Evan brought the lube high in the air, straight over his pierced cock, and squirted half the contents over his dick and balls.
Vania stiffened all over, thoroughly engrossed.
Evan slipped his hand rhythmically up and down his dick. He worked himself with unwavering strokes, clearly obsessed with the woman in front of him, possibly falling under, too.
His dark eyes roaming Vania, his fist tightening with each swipe, Evan coaxed her to open wide without words or touch — with merely the sight of him doing what he was doing.
Drake mouthed her shoulder, nibbling and scraping with his teeth. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, enough of her squeezing his cock.
When Evan groaned, Drake released her clit from his pinch and caught her before she fell in the water. She cried out as the blood sped back to her tender spot, the rush propelling her to a clitoral orgasm. He took the opportunity to surge forward, burying himself until he reached the top of her scalding heat.
Drake moaned low. “There are no words, Evan. Ah…”
“That’s it, Vania,” Evan coaxed, his dark eyes narrowing on her gasping mouth. “Take all of Drake.”
Drake kneaded and pinched her hardened nipples, tugging at her mounds while gliding down her snug sheath.
“You’re doing… great,” Drake praised her, sensing her stretching around him. Her entire body convulsed, rippling around his shaft, as she welcomed more of him inside her. “Fuck, she’s scorching me.”
“I can’t wait for my turn.” Evan’s tendons were straining in his neck as he pinched the end of his cock. Drake knew that move. Evan was fighting not to come, saving it for Vania.
“Hold on tighter to the spa.” Drake watched her grip the edges and brought both of his hands to her hips. “That’s it.”
He started fucking her gently, moving back and forth, inch by patience-testing inch, until more of her inner muscles began loosening. Circling his hips, he touched every part of her, and then zeroed in on what he was going for… yes, there.
She whimpered loudly, clawing at the spa’s edge. “What is…Ah!”
“Found her spot, did you?” Evan’s pupils were so dilated that Drake couldn’t see his irises. “The flush on her breasts, um.” He released his swollen cock, lowered to his knees before Vania, and started manipulating her breasts while he took her mouth in a savage kiss.
Drake built up speed, biting his lip at the sensation of her satiny ass and thighs sliding against his body. He drove fast on the up-slide before he scraped slowly down.
“Vania’s getting ready, any second,” Evan told Drake, as if Drake didn’t notice the quickening of her vagina. Evan pushed her hair from her face, nibbling on her neck in those sensitive areas that kept her juicy.
Drake gripped her hips tighter, sensing an inherent urge telling him to fill her with his cum, to force every drop of seed inside Vania’s body. He couldn’t understand why, and hadn’t taken any woman without a condom. But this was Vania, and she was different, she was his.
He pumped faster, moving her hips to create greater friction without making her too sore. Staring down at his cock working in and out her pale body, he thought she was the most sensual woman alive.
Grinding his teeth as his balls tightened with the painful need to come, he nodded to Evan. His stepbrother slipped his hand down and found her distended clit.
She screamed when Evan stroked her, struggling to get away from the intensity. But Drake held firmly to her hips, keeping their bodies joined as Vania quivered and fought against the building sensation that threatened to overtake them.
Panting with his own need, Evan counted. “One.” Vania started mumbling incoherent nonsense. “Two.” Her pussy clamped back down on Drake. She screamed her release, not bothering to wait for him. “Three.”
With three mind-numbing thrusts, Drake pumped his load deep inside Vania, each hot jet more furious than the last. She rippled around him, her aftershocks a thing of carnal beauty. Then she slipped into a boneless, whimpering stupor.
“Well,” Drake breathed, “she didn’t get to soak in the spa, but the overall effect was the same.”
With a snort, Evan took her from Drake, cradling Vania in his arms as he lifted her. With his finger beneath her chin, he coaxed her to meet his gaze. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Chapter 18
Vania curled her bare feet beneath her and wolfed down another piece of prime rib. Sitting in panties and nothing else, because Evan and Drake demanded she do so, Vania asked, “When you order steak, the chef always knows you mean prime rib?”
“Yes, I pay him well to know.”
Drake’s eyebrows rose. “Slow down, more’s only a call away.”
She closed her eyes and groaned. “I haven't eaten anything this tasty.”
“Not even in the spa?” Drake teased, pushing away his empty plate.
She opened her eyes and winked at him and Evan. “You had me going there, about your turn.” She finished her potato, scraping the skin to get every morsel. “I didn’t think I would be given recovery time.”
Evan opened his arms wide, glancing at the erection straining his jeans. “I wasn't joking. I’m waiting impatiently for you to gobble down those calories.” His eyes sparkled from the balcony fire, dipping to her naked breasts throughout the meal. “You’re going to need them.”
When she shivered, her breasts jiggled.
But Evan’s face darkened in anger. “Matt’s fingerprints are all over your arms.”
“Not this again,” she pleaded, taking a sip of wine. “We’ve got to move past this.”
“Easier said than done,” Drake said quietly, too quietly.
Evan nodded. “When I saw that asshole grabbing your arms, shaking you until your teeth rattled, it took everything I had not to kill him.”
“By the way Matt looked the next day, I thought you had.”
Drake stayed quiet, but finished his wine in one, oversized gulp.
“I took a walk back in time,” Evan said. “I felt like I was nine again, walking in on my mom covering her bruises with cheap makeup.”
“Oh, Evan.” Vania’s heart sank. “Your father’s doing?”
He nodded.
Drake looked at Evan, and then at her. “My mom’s bruises were need
le tracks inside her arms.” He ran his fingertips absently inside one elbow. “She didn’t bother with makeup, none would’ve worked anyway.”
Evan smiled wanly. “Thank God for Gilda.”
Their Aunt Gilda was infamously known as the woman who took in foster kids. Instead of returning them to the system, she adopted and raised the teens as Eastons, giving them firm discipline, an enviable education, and the responsibility to help helm The Easton Company when they’d proven themselves. “I’m told that in your affluent circles, Gilda is known as The Mother of Sarasota.”
“If she is, I wouldn’t know,” Drake said, “but she’s the only mother who counts for me.”
After swallowing her wine, Vania asked, “So how did Gilda meld her family of troubled kids together enough to make it work?”
“Most of us knew each other before Gilda took us on,” Evan explained.
“After my mom overdosed, I was placed in the same support group as Evan.” Drake shook his head. “One for teens prone to violence, well, that’s what the shrinks said.” He shrugged. “I was just angry. Like several of Gilda’s children, my mom was an addict who refused treatment and I didn’t know my father.”
Vania placed her hand on his. “That’s enough to be angry over, even as an adult.” She gave him a squeeze. “But you were a kid.”
Evan studied the fire, his jaw set in a harsh line.
“Evan’s father was an alcoholic,” Drake explained. “When he wasn’t beating Evan’s mom, he was drunk driving.”
Evan turned away from the fire. “One night, after leaving a company party, Dad decided to combine the two. Mom died in the crash, but Dad walked away unscathed. He’s up for parole soon, yet Mom stays dead.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, Vania, for either of us.” Evan stood, his bare chest glimmering burnished gold in the firelight. He looked so sexy standing there shirtless and barefoot.
“We’re literally on top of the world right now,” Drake agreed, lifting her hand and kissing the palm. “With you.”