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by Nikky Kaye


  The woman here in front of me—this woman—already knew more about me and what I envisioned for this store, than any of the woman who worked designing it for me.

  “This woman” was also looking at me curiously, her forehead wrinkling. “I’m sorry, did I overstep or something? It’s just my opin—”

  I used my mouth to stop her apology.

  My hands to grapple her instead of my own thoughts.

  My arousal to match hers.

  I kissed her deeply, like if I swallowed her it would take away the loneliness I sometimes felt. At the same time that I recognized my need for Evie, I realized she was Dom’s. Or was she?

  All these thoughts ran through my head in a few seconds my tongue explored her mouth.

  Evie moaned, her fingers flying over my shoulders and chest as if looking for a place to land. “Oh god, Jake. You’re so…” She squeezed the thick, hard muscles of my biceps.

  “You are, too,” I assured her. “So…” I trailed off, not sure what either of us meant—only that we wanted each other. Needed each other.

  I leaned back, waiting to see if she’d follow. She did. My gasp sounded too loud in the empty store as she felt the ridges of my abdomen. When she pulled up my t-shirt to flatten her palm against my six-pack, her fingers resting in the dents between the corded muscles, I honestly thought my dick would explode.

  “Evie, fuck!” I grabbed her hands and pulled them away, but didn’t let her go. I held her there silently, looking down at the angel in front of me and hoping she was ready to fall from heaven.

  Her head tilted back and she licked her lips as her expectant gaze met mine. It was such an unconsciously flirtatious gesture, not studied or fake. Some women were experts at that shit, and dumb enough to think it worked.

  Then again, some men were dumb enough to fall for it. I wasn’t.

  “Jake, I want you,” she stated, her cheeks reddening.

  “I know.”

  “I want you to want me.”

  “I do.” Our fingers, still twined together, curled into a large fist between us.

  Evie bit her lower lip, making me groan. Goddamn, she had no idea what she was doing to me. And I felt more than a little wrong having a rock hard erection in a kids’ toy store. Not taking her eyes off me, she untangled her hands from mine and pressed her palm over the bulge in my faded jeans.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  “I want you to want me, hard.”

  No more clarification was required. I needed to get her out of this store and into my bed, where I would fuck her as hard as she’d let me.

  Within thirty minutes we walked through the front door to my apartment in the city. Like Dominic, I didn’t want to live at the big house—trapped in all its trappings.

  Our little virgin—no longer, I had to remind myself—nearly tore off my t-shirt as soon as we got our shoes off.

  Lips, hands, tongues, fingertips—all over me, over her. We left a trail of clothes in the hallway, too impatient to get at each other to undress in the bedroom.

  Fuck that, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

  “Jake, want me!”

  “I do.”

  My spine tingled as her hot breath washed over my bare chest. I stood in the glow from the living room lamps, naked and unashamed in front of her. My weeping cock arched up between us, twitching as it searched for her warmth. Lazily, I circled the base of my dick with my fingers and stroked up and down. Yesssss.

  Evie gazed at it, licked her lips again. Then, with a shimmy, she pulled her long dress over her head.

  Pink underwear. Rosy pink, like the color of her hard nipples or her wet pussy. I sighed. Or I groaned. I wasn’t certain, and it sure as fuck didn’t matter.

  Silently, she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing length, her knuckles bumping up against mine where they rested at the base.

  We stood at least a foot away from each other. Her hand on my dick was our only connection. But somehow, I felt closer to Evie than I had to any woman in a long time. Maybe ever. It made me feel that weakness again—that strange sensation in the pit of my stomach that exposed a hole in my soul.

  Enough of that shit.

  I reached out to pull aside the soaked crotch of her panties. Tickled her entrance with my index finger. She was slick and hot, swollen and sensitive. I stroked, lightly at first, testing her by the sound of her shaky breaths.

  Then plunged my first two fingers in.

  And she fucking loved it.

  “Ahhh!” Her grip on my cock loosened as her head tilted back in shock and pleasure.

  “More?”

  Her head wobbled from side to side in one last extinction burst of hesitation, until I added another finger.

  “Shit! Yes!”

  As the lady wishes. I dropped to my knees before her and yanked her panties down her supple legs. Evie screamed with delight when my tongue followed the path my fingers had taken.

  She tasted like honey. I licked every part of her that I could reach from where I knelt, from her juicy cunt back to her back entrance, which clenched reflexively. Gently I rubbed my fingertip against the tight hole to assess her reaction.

  Her reaction was to put her hands on each side of my head and squeeze like a vise as she pulled me closer. When I dipped my finger inside her ass, just to the first knuckle, she let out a guttural moan.

  “Oh my god,” she panted. “That feels so—I can’t explain it. It feels so naughty.”

  “It can be. More?”

  I looked up to see her nod. My mouth and chin were wet from her arousal, and I sought out her clit with my tongue. It wasn’t hard to find—swollen and hard and sensitive, like her own secret little erection.

  I dragged the flat of my tongue over it. Her hips jerked as I felt her walls clamp around the fingers that I still had in her pussy.

  By now, my dick was having a temper tantrum at being ignored. And Evie’s legs were getting wobbly, flailing out for the back of the couch in order to stay upright.

  In my opinion, upright was overrated.

  Our breathing changed a little as I withdrew my fingers and tongue, and got to my feet. Forcefully but gently, I whirled her around and pushed her head forward.

  “What—?”

  My feet planted shoulder-width apart, I bent her forward over the back of the couch. Took a second to luxuriate in the feel of her soft ass against my belly. Then I bent my knees a little and impaled her on my cock.

  “Ah! Oh my fucking god!”

  “I’m wanting you,” I ground out. “Hard.”

  She squealed and shrieked as I drove into her tight, hot channel. For a moment I wondered if she was like this with Dom. Her skin was flushed and damp, our skin slapping together as I thrust again and again.

  “Yes, Jake! Fuck me harder!”

  Or maybe Dom got the Madonna, and I got the whore.

  She wanted it hard? I’d give her hard. The fleshy top of her ass shook with every stroke. “Like this? You wanna be a little bad, huh?”

  Every time I withdrew and entered her again, her tender little cunt squeezed around me. She shrieked, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t with pain.

  I was balls deep in Evie, and it wasn’t enough! I needed to face her, needed to bite her pillowy tits and watch the flush of her arousal spread over her neck and chest.

  With a growl I pulled away, my hands around her waist.

  “Jake, nooooo!”

  “Don’t whine.” I turned her around and lowered us to the ground with more gusto than grace. My hands pushed her thighs apart roughly, then roamed over her breasts, hips, belly and shoulders while I knelt between her legs.

  She reached for me, but couldn’t quite get a grip on me. Her hands wrapped around my wrists to stroke up and down my muscled arms.

  I bent over to take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her suck in a sharp breath. Then the other one. She exhaled with a hiss, wriggling her lush hips to get to my dick.

  Re-entry was
a little rough, and we both cried out. Within a few moments, though, we’d found our rhythm again. At first I slid my palms under her ass and pulled her to me. Then I leaned over her and braced my hands on either side of her head as I fucked her.

  Hard.

  I’d consider her rug burn a trophy of sorts, just like the way my knees were probably getting red and sore. But it was so worth it.

  Again.

  Harder.

  “You’re so tight, Evie.”

  “Love your cock. Fills me… so deep!” She couldn’t even form a full sentence as she looked up at me with darkened eyes. Then they rolled back and her mouth stretched into a tight grimace.

  “Oh god, I’m coming!”

  “Look at me, Evie!” I demanded. In her spasms, she struggled to focus on me. I bent over to bite her lower lip, which got her attention through her soft pants. “Who’s making you come? Who?”

  “You are!”

  “Not Dom, right?” Yeah, I might be a little competitive with my “brother,” but show me a man who wasn’t.

  She shuddered as her climax ebbed, her voice softening. “It’s you, Jake. You’re making me come.”

  My eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction. Yes. I owned her. Even just for a few hours, she was mine.

  She felt up and down my arms again, but her touch was shaky. My hips kept thrusting, jerking against her. Precum surely dripped from me now, painting her swollen channel, brushing against the entrance to her womb. My balls contracted and a rush of primal desire mixed with fear ran through my body.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a picture of Stella on a side table.

  My baby.

  Shit! I couldn’t risk it. Evie might be mine right at this moment, but her future belonged to Dom—even if she didn’t know it yet. I couldn’t—wouldn’t endanger that.

  My balls began to tighten, and in one swift motion I pulled out and held my dick as my cum shot out onto her soft belly and thighs.

  She sighed a little with each hot splash. In disappointment? Approval? Her eyelids were heavy and her smile mysterious as she watched me lose control all over the fucking place. I panted heavily, trying to get myself together.

  “That was fucking intense,” I said. She nodded.

  “I’ll say,” I heard Dom say drily. “Would you like a damp cloth or something?”

  My softening, wet dick smacked against my thigh as I swiveled around to see him standing by the front door. His arms were crossed and his eyes flashing.

  He did not look satisfied.

  CHAPTER NINE

  EVIE

  The irony is that I really wanted a washcloth or something at that moment. It might have felt incredibly sexy to have Jake come all over me, but now I just felt exposed and sticky.

  I sat up, bending my knees and wrapping my arms around my legs. Dom’s dark gaze burned into me, but I refused to feel ashamed. Embarrassed, on the other hand…

  “What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded. The low and even tone of his voice was more menacing than if he’d yelled.

  Jake, who didn’t seem at all interested in putting clothes back on, just tilted his head at his brother. “The ‘fuck’—as you said.”

  I kicked him, my toes connected with his outer thigh as he sat back on his knees. He shot me a warning look, as if to silently say “This is between me and him.”

  The hell it was. When I glared my foot flailed out again, he grabbed it and circled my ankle with his long, talented fingers.

  Dominic stepped further into the apartment. The closer he got to us, the more hurt I could see in his expression. It was the pain and jealousy that made my stomach twist now, not humiliation.

  “Evie,” he began, then stopped. He looked up at the ceiling, his jaw clenching as he breathed deeply. Lowering his head, he glanced around until he spotted my dress. When he picked it up, his nostrils flared. Without looking at me, he thrust it in my direction. “I need a minute with Jacob.”

  It wasn’t a request. It was a dismissal.

  My face was probably redder at that moment than when I’d been in the throes of my orgasm. I pulled the dress on over my head. Jake’s hand slipped off my ankle as I stood up awkwardly, but he tugged on the hem of my dress to get my attention.

  “Don’t leave.”

  Seeing as his semen was gluing my dress to my skin, I didn’t plan on it. “Can I take a shower?”

  He nodded and jerked his head down the hall to the bedroom and bathroom that we never made it to. I’d find it.

  As I rounded the couch, Dom startled me by stalking forward to grab my wrist.

  “I don’t want you to leave either, Evie. Really, I don’t. I want to talk to you, too.”

  I looked at my bare feet, not sure what to say. The first reflex I had was to apologize, but I sure as hell didn’t want to—nor did I think I should have to. So I simply looked pointedly at his hand on my mine until he let go. Before heading down the hall, I grabbed my purse from where I dropped it by the door.

  I’d never experienced that kind of whirlwind of lust before—the kind that had me tearing off all my clothes and begging to be taken. Even more amazing to me was the fact that Jake did it.

  As I went into the master bathroom, I realized that I’d never be able to eavesdrop on their conversation with thirty feet and two doors between us. So I got into the shower, lost in my thoughts.

  I wouldn’t say that Dominic had “romanced” me and Jake hadn’t, but Jake just wanted me for me. Sure, he’d benefit from the asinine will being addressed, but I never got the impression that he cared all that much. It was more Dom that was bothered by it.

  Jake’s lust for me was feral, unvarnished, and totally without expectations. Actually, sex with Jake was the kind of experience that I’d imagined—no, hoped to have after offering myself up to the highest bidder.

  I shuddered a little under the warm water at the realization that I could just as easily have been drugged and trafficked.

  What the fuck was I thinking?

  This horrifying thought was looming in my brain as I wrapped a towel around me, and my purse started ringing.

  “Hey, kiddo!”

  “Hang on.” I rubbed the side of my head with the towel, not wanting to get water on my phone. “Annie. I was just thinking about you.” And not in a good way.

  “So that’s why my panties were burning!”

  “Ha ha.”

  “Where are you?” Annie asked. “You’ve barely been home lately. I’ve been forced to drink alone, and you know that’s never a good thing.”

  “Actually, it was that last bottle of wine with you that got me into this mess.”

  I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the bed. The made bed, with hospital corners. Since Jake didn’t seem like the type of guy to have a daily maid, I guessed this was a leftover from his military training. Everything was so pristine that I worried about leaving an imprint of my damp butt on the covers.

  Then I realized how ridiculous that was, considering that my “damp butt” had already been all over Jake’s living room rug.

  “Where are you? Oh god, are you in jail? Is this your one phone call?”

  “Annie, you called me.”

  “Oh. Right.” Her laugh was husky and a little uneven. Drinking alone was a bad thing.

  “I’m at Jake’s. Dom’s here.” I’d told her a little about the scenario—at least as much as was plausible outside a smutty book.

  So, basically, she knew very, very, very little.

  “Are you naked?”

  Did the towel count? “More or less.”

  Gasp. “Are they naked?”

  “More or less.”

  “You whore!” She sounded positively gleeful about it. “You have to tell me everything. I’m so lonely and horny that I’m thinking about dating this wine bottle when I’m done with it. If you know what I mean.”

  My mouth fell open. “Oh my god! Don’t you dare!”

  She sniggered, and I realized she was joking. At
least, I hoped she was joking.

  I explained—again, as much as I could without sounding completely ridiculous. Seriously, saying this stuff out loud made my brain bleed. I skipped the whole “need a baby to fulfill the terms of an arcane will” thing.

  “Whoa,” Annie interrupted at the part where Dominic came into the apartment. “I’ve had too much wine for this conversation.”

  “I haven’t had enough,” I muttered. I was willing to bet money that Jake only had beer in his fridge, though.

  “Let’s cut to the good stuff. You wanna get with both of them?”

  “Annie!”

  “Sweetie, that shocked gasp sounded about as fake as my favorite purse. But you’d be amazed how many people don’t notice that it says Pravda, not Prada. People see what they expect to see. I already Googled your guys, and they’re fucking hot. And rich. So what the hell’s stopping you?”

  I didn’t even know where to start. And I guess I thought it out loud, since her next bit of wise advice was to:

  “Start by walking back out there and decide which one you want in the front and which one you want at the back. Here’s a tip—whichever has the smaller cock goes in your ass.”

  “Annie!”

  Her chuckle ended in a little hiccup. “Okay, that shocked gasp sounded real.”

  “This is crazy,” I said, looking to the bedroom door. No sounds came from the hallway. Or the living room. If they’d beaten each other to death, it had been done with silent ninja skills.

  “Yep. But as long as everyone is safe and knows the score, what’s the problem?”

  I chewed the inside of my mouth silently. The problem was that I wasn’t sure of the rules of the game, much less the score. Was I a team player? I’d already begun to embrace this new sexual part of myself—how far did I want to explore?

  The idea of being with both of them was, frankly, super fucking arousing. I was probably leaking on Jake’s bed, just thinking about it. Squirming and pressing my thighs together, I whined wordlessly into the phone.

  “Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it!” Annie chanted.

  I nearly dropped the phone when there was a knock at the door.

 

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