No Excuses

by Nikky Kaye

  “Evie?” It was Dom.

  Annie was on a roll—or at least her second bottle—in my ear. “Doooooooo i—”

  I hung up on her. “Just a second,” I called out automatically. “I’m not dressed.”

  The door swung open. “That doesn’t bother me.” He stood there, leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest. His suit jacket had disappeared, and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

  “Yeah, apparently you don’t have a problem invading people’s privacy.”

  “I have a key.”

  I huffed, reminding myself that I was a new woman who could be secure, independent, and like sex without apologizing for it. Two months ago I was only vaguely independent, so it might take some getting used to. To prove to myself, and to Dominic, that I didn’t care, I stood up and dropped the towel.

  It was hard to pretend that his admiring gaze didn’t affect me, though. That the possessive, carnal way his gaze devoured me didn’t make me tingle. And want.

  Want him. Want them. Want it all. I’d had a taste of pleasure and now I was thirsty for more.

  Goosebumps spread over my skin, my nipples tightening and jutting out like raspberries that weren’t quite ripe.

  “My little virgin,” Dom murmured.

  I held my head high. Water trickled down my spine from my still wet hair. “Not anymore.”

  If anything, his expression grew hungrier. “Yes, still.”

  Shaking my head, I looked around for my dress. “Pretty sure my hymen is history, Dom.”

  “No. Mine.”

  I stilled, looking at him. He absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt, meant it. The tension between us hovered in the air, like steam from the shower.

  His? Did I want to be his? The certainty in his voice both rankled my newfound independence and made me want to fly into his arms. At that moment, I really could have used an interruption by Jake.

  Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on getting dressed—until I realized I’d have to put my dirty dress back on. Frowning, I threw it on the bed and looked around for… what, a magical clothes fairy?

  Dominic stalked toward me, unbuttoning his shirt. “Here,” he said, stripping it off and handing it to me.

  It was tailor-made for him, of the finest cotton and came down nearly to my knees. Every time I inhaled, I breathed him in. His scent surrounded me, made me dizzy and aroused.

  Maybe all this sex stuff is just pheromones, I thought. My fingers trembled a little as I did up the buttons.

  “Thanks,” I said shakily, putting all the wrong buttons in the wrong holes.

  Ha! If that wasn’t a metaphor for my current sex life, I didn’t know what would be.

  He pushed aside my hands to take over. His lean, hard chest was only inches away, and I itched to touch him.

  “Never let it be said that I wouldn’t give someone in need the shirt off my back.”

  It was more than that. It was like he’d removed his armor and wrapped it around me for protection.

  My heart twisted in my chest. No matter how sophisticated I thought I was now—snort!—I didn’t want to hurt him. He’d been nothing but generous to me.

  “I’m sorry, Dom.”

  The shirt crushed in his fists, he drew me closer. “When I walked in and saw you two—” His eyes were dark, his jaw tight and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the rest of his words.

  My own throat hurt when I swallowed. “I’m sure it didn’t look good.”

  “No. It didn’t. It looked fucking amazing.”

  I froze in aroused shock as he swiftly undid the shirt again. “What?”

  “Fuck, Evie—” He broke off, his voice hoarse. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. All those curves and that sweet skin. You’re a goddess, like an ancient statue come to life.”

  My breath hitched as he ran his broad thumbs over my aching nipples. Arching toward him, the burning need built again in my core. I bit back a moan.

  He was right, before. All he had to do was touch me, and I was his. He kissed me, just to prove that I’d melt. And I did. I was on fire, but I didn’t know how to ask for—

  His lips moved to my ear, making me shiver. “Seeing you both there, naked? His—him—all over you? It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Come again?

  CHAPTER TEN

  EVIE

  I was still processing Dominic’s words when he tilted my world further.

  “You know, we’ve shared before—Jake and I. When we were young and horny.”

  “Now you’re older,” I managed.

  “And hornier.” His hands traveled down my sides and hips, reaching back to squeeze my ass. “Are you, Evie? Do you want to try it?”

  Breathe. Breathe, dammit!

  “I guess it’s my turn to butt in, now.” Jake walked into the room. All he wore was the boxer briefs he’d discarded earlier, outlining a mouthwatering bulge. “Nice shirt. It would look great on my floor.”

  I giggled at the corny pick-up line. Jake had managed to break the tension and ramp up the heat in the room, at the same time. I leaned back out of Dom’s embrace a little, but he still held me around the waist. “Does that ever actually work?”

  Jake grinned as he stopped next to us. “You tell me.” He reached out and traced an invisible line up the back of my thigh.

  A bolt of lust speared through my core. Yes, yes it did work. I took a few steps back, slipping out of Dom’s grasp, and peeled the shirt off. Dropped it.

  The armor was off.

  Dom exhaled harshly. “Are you sure, Evie?”

  I looked him in the eye, then Jake. Back to Dom. “I’m sure.”

  The truth was that the moment I’d met them, part of me knew we would arrive at this point. My body knew it, seeking out both men. My soul knew it, having connected on different levels with them.

  I wanted this.

  We were all silent, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

  “Uh, what do we do now?” I asked. There goes my sophistication.

  Dom brought my hand to his mouth. “Whatever you want, love.” He pressed a kiss into my palm.

  “I want… I want…” I took a deep breath. “I want both of you. In me. Filling me.” Speaking the words made me feel brave and sexy—and unbelievably turned on. If I didn’t keep my legs together, my juices would be running down my legs.

  Then again, I thought, if I’d kept my legs together, I would never be in this situation.

  Jake smoothed his hand over the expanse of my bare back, all the way down to the curve of my butt. “We’ll get there. Right now, I want to watch you and Dom.”

  “Huh?” Naked man say what?

  He jumped on to the bed and scooted backwards to lean against a black leather headboard. The golden skin covering his muscles rippled and beckoned in the lamplight, and I could see the golden hairs on his arms gleam as he reached down and pulled his thickening cock out of his briefs.

  Oh god.

  “I want to watch him kiss you, and wish it was me. I want him to touch you while you look into my eyes, Evie.”

  Jesus. “You know this is a little weird, right?” My body reflexively squeezed in reaction, though.

  “Baby, it’s been weird since the day we met.” I turned to see Dom’s shoulders shake as he tried not to laugh at me. He didn’t try very hard.

  Well, that was true. I pivoted back to Jake. “Is this, uh, something you guys are, um, into?”

  Jake chuckled. “Not really. We just both appreciate beauty, right Dom?”

  “Beautiful,” Dominic said as he embraced me from the back. While I was staring at Jake, Dom had shed the rest of his clothes. Now his hard-on pressed up against my ass and lower back, a promise and a warning of what was to come.

  The only barrier between all of us now was Jake’s boxer briefs and my nerves, and at least one of those was about to be discarded.

  I swallowed hard, but the arousal overwhelming my body was win
ning over any prudish hesitation I had. Dom’s arms snaked around my middle, one hand going up to palm my breast, and the other diving into the cleft between my legs. It was a good thing he was supporting me, since my bones melted as soon as he circled my clit.

  “Oooohhh.” My head lolled back against his shoulder and my eyes drifted closed as he teased me. He rubbed, swiped, and plucked, raising every nerve ending until I was moaning loudly.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard Jake say.

  I opened my eyes to see him, now completely nude and looking like a risqué magazine spread, crawling to the end of the bed where Dom held me.

  Dom offered his fingers to Jake, for him to lick clean of my juices. My lungs felt tight, like I was close to hyperventilating from sheer anticipation.

  Dom nuzzled my neck from behind and moved both his hands to my breasts. While his thumbs teased my nipples, he nudged me forward, his erection hot and weeping at my back. We were now close enough to the bed that Jake could clasp his hands around my ass cheeks and pull my core to his mouth. I grabbed his shoulders so I wouldn’t lose my balance and fall.

  To be honest, though—I had already fallen.

  I braced myself, knowing I was still a little sensitive from earlier, but he tongued me gently, tenderly. Dom’s fingers on my nipples were rougher than Jake’s lips nibbling my clit. In fact, he carefully worked around the most delicate spot, which both relieved and infuriated me.

  “I need your—agh!”

  “Way ahead of you, honey.” Jake grinned up at me, his chin shiny from the arousal flowing from me. Then he zeroed in on the center of my pleasure until he and Dom were literally holding me upright.

  “Oh fuck, I can’t… ah!”

  I felt trapped in my orgasm like a fly in a spider web. My thighs were splayed out, and I was balanced between Jacob’s hands cradling my ass and his mouth at my pussy, and Dominic’s palms around my chest and the tense column of his body. I couldn’t even draw my legs together, so I jerked and throbbed helplessly.

  When I could draw a deep breath once again, I realized that Jake and Dom had shifted all of us to the bed. Jake disappeared briefly, and when he returned with a few cold bottles of water, Dom was smoothing his hands over me like he was memorizing the lines of my body.

  He paid extra attention to my belly, my hips and navel. I’d always wanted the flat, even concave stomach shown off by celebrities and even school friends. But I had stretch marks and flab that would only disappear if it were literally carved off. Inside I wanted to cringe as Dom kissed the extra padding on my hips and squeezed my flesh reverentially.

  For the first time, though, I felt more feminine because of my curves—as though my body was made for this. I was made for loving, built for pleasure, and primed to grow a baby inside me. Instead of being ashamed of my body, I suddenly felt as though I’d discovered its true purpose. It was a flash of lightning to my psyche and my identity.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at Dom’s head hovering over my mound. Balancing myself, I reached out and grabbed his hand where it rested at the bottom of my ribcage.

  “Evie, what is it?” His dark eyebrows drew together in a concerned frown.

  Shaking my head, I laced my fingers through his and spread our hands out over my lower belly. “Nothing,” I said. My voice was a little shaky, but my smile wasn’t. “Nothing’s wrong.”

  His thumb rubbed against my skin, and the heat of our palms sank through to my womb. “You are so amazing,” he said.

  “You make me feel that way.” I pressed his hand harder against me. “I want you to put a baby in me, Dom.”

  His eyes flashed with gratitude, awe, and something else. “Don’t do it for me, Evie. Or for the money. I know that’s what I proposed, but I can’t let you—”

  “I’m not. I want it. God knows why, but I do. I’m twenty-two years old and have barely done anything, but I know that I want to be a mother.”

  Perhaps that was my calling in life, but I’d been too afraid to admit it. I was supposed to have a powerful career and make money and connections and prove I was as good as a man at everything. The truth was that I was far superior to a man in one elemental way—creating and nurturing life.

  “Oh, Evie.” Dom raised our hands over my head and lowered himself onto me. He kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping away my fears and leaving certainty and self-awareness behind. His cock was hot and heavy against my thigh, seeking the wet warmth of my pussy.

  Jake cleared his throat from where he stood beside the bed. “This is really touching and all, but are we still going to fuck?” He reached into the bedside table drawer for some lube and a couple of condoms.

  Dom rested his forehead against mine and growled under his breath. I giggled. “He’s your brother,” I whispered.

  “Do you still…?”

  “I do.”

  His eyes widened at my words, as did mine. The spell was broken when Dom rolled us over so that I was straddling him.

  “I just need to be inside you,” he grunted as he pulled me over his long, hard cock. I gasped as he penetrated me. Without pause he drove up into me until he was totally buried in me and I felt replete and full.

  “Yes,” he hissed. With his hands on my hips, he began shifting me back and forth, but I didn’t need his guidance. I moved over him in an age-old rhythm, gasping again as his pubic bone rubbed against my swollen clit.

  Jake ran his knuckles up and down my spine as I shimmied on top of Dom, making me shudder. I twisted around a bit to look back at him, giving him a nod.

  “Lean over more,” he instructed.

  I flattened myself against Dom, my chest rubbing against his. The crisp hairs on his chest tickled my nipples, and my chin bumped into his sternum as I looked into his eyes.

  “I can see where you’re joined,” Jake noted, making his meaning clear by tickling us both where Dom’s cock impaled me. All three of us inhaled sharply.

  I’d stopped moving on Dom, simply lying on him. He remained buried deep inside me, his arms around my back and fingers skimming over my shoulder blades. Instinctively I tilted my hips back toward Jake’s touch.

  “You have the most luscious ass,” Jake murmured. His fingers, slick with lube, circled my rear opening, dipping in to press against my clenching hole once, twice, then enough times for me to beg him for more.

  “Jake! More, please!”

  I held my breath as he carefully wiggled his whole index finger into my ass, then moved it around in small circles to stretch and open me. With Dom still in my pussy, the dual sensations felt incredible.

  “Okay?” Jake asked.

  I nodded. When I tried to look back at him, the twisting motion of my torso made everything below tighter and more intense. “Oh!”

  “Careful, okay man?” Dom warned Jake.

  Jake slowly added another finger.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed out, my back stiffening.

  Then Jake curled his fingertips inside me, rubbing gently against the flesh barrier behind which Dom was lodged. Pinpricks of pleasure zapped me, like tiny electrical shocks.

  “Can you feel that?” Jake asked, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to his brother. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until it whooshed out of me and my stomach relaxed against Dom’s pelvis.

  Jake barely moved his fingers, but the strange intensity of it made me arch my back. I asked for more, but maybe this was too much?

  “Oh Christ, Evie.” Dom reached up to palm my breasts, squeezing them. “I’m gonna come.” His warning sounded like an apology as his chin tilted up and all the tendons and muscles in his neck tensed. He cursed as I felt him swell further inside me, then warmth flooded me.

  At the same time, Jake withdrew his fingers, and the competing sensations rocked me into a guttural mini-climax of my own.

  I collapsed onto Dom’s chest, my body still pulsating. I turned my head to the side, my hot cheek resting against Dom’s damp pec. Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Jake drop a foil-wrapped square beside us. He ripped another one open and rolled it on his own erection.

  “Hey, you don’t get to have all the fun, you know.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EVIE

  Jake’s hand smacked my ass playfully, making me flinch. Dom was still hard inside me, even after coming—either having recovered or never truly finished. I was too innocent still to know the difference.

  Although, “innocent” probably wasn’t the best way to describe myself after tonight.

  I’d barely recovered my equilibrium when—actually, scratch that. I was nowhere near recovering my equilibrium after… whatever that was. Already dizzy and breathless, it didn’t take much to unseat me as Dom rolled us to the side. His cock fell out of me, sticky and half-erect between us. Swiftly he reached for the condom.

  “Help me,” he said. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I wrapped my hand around him, stroking up and down until he was impossibly hard again. “Yes. Fucking love your hand on me, Evie.” He helped me roll the condom down, biting back a groan.

  Then, to my surprise, he rolled me to my other side, away from him. Jake was there, waiting for me, his own erection wrapped and sticking up to his belly. He shifted closer, running his hand over my thigh before pulling it up and around his hip.

  “I should have used something before,” he apologized gruffly. “Shit, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

  The realization that I hadn’t thought of it either bothered me. “It’s okay.” Being this close to him again sharpened my arousal, if it had ever dulled. His bulk and strength made me feel delicate and protected, his muscles hypnotizing me as they flexed under his skin. Lying side by side on the bed, we were almost at eye level. I couldn’t look away.

  “Open up, Evie.” The command was teasing in tone and utterly serious in intent.

  With one devastating movement, Jake impaled me. He swallowed my gasp with his mouth, his hips jerking softly against mine. At this angle, we were more in tune with each other, our motions slow and deliberate—to start. He broke our kiss to grin over my shoulder.

  Before I could look back to see what Dom was doing, I felt what he was doing.