No Excuses

by Nikky Kaye

  “Both of us,” Annie echoed, narrowing her eyes at me.

  “Of course, both of you. My god, I want you all the fucking time. Understand?”

  Her gaze flickered over my shoulder to where Evie stood. “Yeah. I think so.” Her lips pressed together firmly, briefly. Then she exhaled, squeezing her eyes closed as though deep in thought.

  Did she understand?

  “So you don’t want to leave us alone together,” she said. Was that a question? “You want to stay.”

  I rubbed at my forehead. “Sure, I want to stay a while. Unless you’re ready to go home now?”

  Dammit, not home. Back to my place.

  When she opened her eyes again, it was like she was looking right through me. Annie had left the building. I registered the strange blankness in her expression, but lost my train of thought as she pushed me aside in order to stand up.

  Still in my increasingly uncomfortable squat, my head was at the level of her lower belly as she pushed her black pants down over her hips and kicked them off.

  What was she doing?

  “Uh, Annie…” Evie’s husky voice was uneven behind me.

  “What?” Annie tilted her head, undoing her blouse again with robotic efficiency. “We’re sexy, remember? He wants us all the time.” She looked down at me, her hips shifting in her red thong. It was like a flag to a bull.

  I mean, it was red.

  “You want us all the time, right?” she repeated.

  And there was a wet spot.

  “Right?” Her blouse dropped to the floor behind her. A red bra followed. Goddamn, it matched her thong. My mouth watered when I smelled her arousal.

  I nodded. “Right.” I looked up at her. Her gorgeous handfuls of tit bounced above me, her nipples tight. Standing up slowly, carefully, I took her hand and pressed it to my crotch. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. All. The. Fucking. Time.”

  Annie raised an eyebrow. The blush that stained her cheeks traveled over her neck and down her chest again, like a path for my tongue to follow.

  So I followed it.

  She gasped when I tasted her heated skin, like a hot pan hissing with moisture. Steaming. Scalding. I made my way with an open mouth all the way over her chin to her mouth—which I took with hungry intent.

  I groaned as she pulled away.

  “Sexy,” she said shakily, jerking her chin over her shoulder. “Right, Evie?”

  A hum sounded in the distance. It could have been Evie. It could have been the fucking fridge, for all I cared. All I saw was Annie.

  Keeping her gaze on me, dark and guarded, she bent over a little to loop her fingers in the waistband of her thong. “Evie’s sexy too, isn’t she?” she asked me.

  What? “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Whatever.

  I’d been fighting this primitive urge to plunge into her tight, hot pussy since I entered the room. With very little grace, I dragged her panties down her legs, admiring the glistening streak left on her inner thighs.

  While I was down there, I nuzzled the little tuft of dark hair at the juncture of her legs. So sweet.

  “Need you.” Her arousal clung to my tongue as I whispered. More. I needed more.

  With a grunt, I buried my mouth in her, my hands clamping around her hips to steady her. My tongue curled inside her trembling core, savoring every drop of her desire. She jerked and twitched in my hold as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her seam to the hard bud of her clit.

  “Oh god, Jake!”

  Her voice was an arrow, aimed straight at my cock.

  “You want me to prove that you’re sexy? That I want you?” I panted, pressing my forehead into the warm curve of her mound of Venus. Annie moaned softly as I circled her entrance with my fingertips.

  How much more evidence did she need? I was eating her out in Dom and Evie’s living room, for fuck’s sakes.

  “I just need to know… ahhh…” She trailed off as I reached deeper.

  ‘Deeper’ was never a goal of mine, but Annie sucked me in—deeper into her body, deeper into her mind, deeper into her heart.

  But the deeper I went, the darker it got. I was flying blind now, aroused beyond belief and losing track of our conversation. How had this even started? I was on my damn knees in front of her, and didn’t know what more she wanted.

  “What, honey? What do you need to know?”

  Her thumbs slid over my cheekbones, tilting my head back to look up at her flushed face. “Do you want both of us?”

  Both of—what? Annie and Evie, together? My lips parted as I struggled to understand, struggled for control. I was already close to exploding like a fucking teenager, and now this… offer?

  She watched me carefully. “Wouldn’t you like that, Jake? Wouldn’t you like to fuck both of us?”

  One of her thumbs lowered to tease the corner of my mouth. Without any hesitation, I drew it inside and sucked it hard against the roof of my mouth. Her hips twitched in response.

  I still had one hand between her legs, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. “I want to fuck you,” I told her. “I’m going to fuck you. In about ten seconds, I’m going to fold you over the goddamn couch and sink my dick into you.”

  “What are you waiting for?” She lifted an eyebrow. A wet, popping noise sounded as she extricated herself and turned to the armrest.

  And bent over.

  “Uh, Jake?” Evie tried to get my attention. Yeah, good luck with that.

  Annie’s slim body was stretched over the side of the couch, her lower lips shiny with moisture and the shadow of her back entrance winking at me. She stretched further, the crease of her ass widening with the movement.

  “Jacob Stone!” Evie’s voice was sterner, now.

  “Ten seconds is up,” Annie said, her face pink as she looked back at me. Gooseflesh rose on her pale backside.

  Holy mother of fucking god. If I had thought Annie was a walking contradiction before, now she had me turned around and upside down.

  In fact, those were two positions that I wouldn’t mind trying with her.

  Her face darkened as she taunted me. “Do it, Jake. Aren’t you going to—agh! Shit!”

  It took only a few seconds for me to undo my pants and free myself, and then I was deep inside her.

  A primitive kind of roar burst from my chest as I drove home into that hot, sucking haven, my hips smacking the curve of her ass.

  “Yeah! You wanted it? Now take it. Take my cock. I fucking burn for you, Annie, and I don’t know what—other—proof—you—need!

  I rocked against her, pushing her further over the side of the couch until she lost her balance.

  “Oh dear god.”

  In the back of my mind, I recognized that faint, stunned voice as Evie’s. In the front of my body, however, Annie’s skin had begun blooming with marks left by my fingers and lips.

  I dropped my head back briefly, dazed by the animal instincts driving me. My dick throbbed and my balls tightened—no! I didn’t want to come this fast.

  I wanted to claw at her hips until bruises appeared.

  I wanted to fill her to overflowing, until my cum dripped out of her—then spray her ass with my seed one more time to brand her skin as well as her soul.

  If I could have crawled inside her at that moment, I would have. I’d never felt that kind of need to possess someone before.

  She howled beneath me, the muscles in her back flexing as she took the reaming I gave her. If she’d wanted to push back, she’d lost all her leverage when her arms buckled underneath her. Her hands stretched above her head, scrabbling at the fabric of the sofa. I was so deep in her, pressing her so hard into the armrest, that I couldn’t even get my fingers around to her clit.

  “Is this the kind of proof you want?” I growled, admiring the way her pink flesh stretched around my dick as I thrust and withdrew. Mostly I thrust.

  “Ungh!”

  This… this ‘demonstration’ that she was sexy? That I wanted her? It was total bullshit, in a way. Her nee
ds were secondary to mine at that moment. I’d devolved into a crude manifestation of sexual need.

  Crude. Sexual. Need. That was pretty much it.

  “Jake!” One side of her face was smushed into the couch, her lips pursed as she struggled for air and a brief reprieve.

  I gave her none.

  Her eyes closed. “Evie,” she panted.

  What about her? I leaned over, my hips slamming into her ass over and over again. “Evie what?”

  My movements slowed to minute, intimate jerks against her as I molded my front to her sinuous and sweaty back. I was so goddamn close, in every way—yet I wanted to get closer. Still in a fog of hunger, I licked and sucked her shoulder and neck.

  “Ev—” Annie tried again, twisting her head around to try to look me in the eye. My hands dug underneath her, gripping her tits as I thrust.

  “Evie what?”

  She yelped as I yanked her up, throwing me a dirty look. Then she looked straight ahead before dropping her chin to her chest. Her hair tickled my face as I plastered her against me, with one palm at her breast and the other splayed over her belly.

  Pinpoints of light refracted through my belly, signaling I was about to come.

  “Are you…?” She inhaled, her hands covering mine over her expanding ribcage. “You going to fuck Evie, too?”

  Shit, what?

  At that moment, I lost any grasp I still had on my self-control. Pleasure shot through my body, and any ability to think and reason was sucked out of me in its wake.

  “Agh! Fuck fuck fuck!” The tension in me uncoiled violently as I spurted helplessly into her—without a condom, again. Apparently my brain cells were in my dick, and I was losing them at a rapid pace.

  By the time I finished, I was trembling. My clothes were damp with sweat, with only my pants shoved down my hips, and Annie shivered—naked—in my arms.

  Jesus Christ, had I even made her come? What kind of beast was I?

  When I dropped my hands from her, she tumbled forward onto the couch, face-planting into a throw pillow.

  “Owf!”

  Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at my dripping cock, the moisture between her thighs, and said a silent prayer for Dom and Evie’s couch.

  I scanned the room. Frowned.

  “Where’s Evie?”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  JAKE

  “Jake, you are the dumbest motherfucker on the face of the earth.”

  I reared back as Dom laughed in my face. “Thanks, asshole.”

  Too late, I remembered that Stella was in the kitchen with Evie. Had she heard us? Glancing over, I saw that Evie and my daughter were deep in a cookie-making tutorial. Hopefully neither of them heard Dominic giving me shit.

  It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, following a silent Sunday morning. After our nuclear encounter the night before, Annie retreated to a guest bedroom at Dom and Evie’s and never came out. Evie gave me a dirty look, a raised eyebrow, and shoved me out the door.

  My apartment was cold, quiet, and filled with my own restless energy for the rest of the night. Later in the morning, I picked up Stella from Sheila’s.

  It was going to be a sleepover night, since Sheila had a long shift that evening. She was still training in the dispatch job, and while the bags around her eyes were being packed for longer and longer trips, there was a satisfaction in them that I couldn’t begrudge. The new job was agreeing with her, even if the scheduling sucked at times.

  By the time Stella and I arrived at Dom and Evie’s, Annie had already left for work. I was frustrated and annoyed at missing her, but when I grumbled to Dom about it, he just laughed.

  And insulted my intelligence.

  “Let me guess,” I said. “Evie kissed and told.”

  He shook his head at me. “Well, yeah. It sounds like it was a pretty hot scene.”

  “You don’t mind?” Dom had a jealous streak, at least about Evie.

  His shrug was casual, but his smile faded as he put down the newspaper he’d been reading on the couch. “Nothing happened between you two again, as I understand it.”

  “No, I mean about Evie and Annie.”

  He waved his hand, making an indistinct sound in the back of his throat. “It is what it is. And like I said, it sounded pretty hot. I trust Evie. I don’t think she’s going to leave me for Annie, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

  I didn’t know what I was getting at. But I felt like I’d been reaching in the dark since leaving their place less than twelve hours earlier.

  “Okay, Mister Know-It-All. Why was Annie so…?”

  “Adventurous?”

  Well, that too. “Upset,” I said.

  Dom shook his head again, enunciating carefully. “Dumb. Mother. Fu—”

  I put up my hand, jerking my head towards the girls in the kitchen. “Okay, I get it. I mean—I don’t really get it.”

  With a frustrated huff, my adopted brother stood up from the couch, and I followed him to his home office. This room used to be a business sanctuary, but Evie’s influence had crept in here as well—a new clock on the desk, a cushy chair by a bookcase.

  “Sit down.” He pointed to the armchair.

  When I fell into the chair with a sigh, the midday sun shining through the window illuminated a swarm of dust motes.

  Dom leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. “From what Evie told me… it sounded like a test.”

  “A test?” My mind raced, hurdling over the evening like a mental track and field competition. “I failed, didn’t I?”

  “Dude, you pooched it. Big time.”

  “What? What is it with women?” I pressed my fingers into my eyeballs. “How am I supposed to pass a test if I don’t know I’m taking it? Obviously, I didn’t even fucking study!”

  “From what I heard, you did manage to get some cramming at the last minute.”

  I looked up. The bastard was grinning. “That’s not funny.”

  “Bullshit. I’m hilarious. And you’d probably say something like it, too—if you were in my place.”

  Thinking back on the whole situation, I paused over certain moments, then pressed play and paused again. Blinked and tried to do a mental screen capture. The problem was that my memory wasn’t objective; it was biased toward my dick.

  Evie and Annie were practically acting out the beginning of a sorority girl porno, when I’d arrived. I’d made some joke about leaving them alone, but didn’t. Showed Annie how sexy she was, then fucked her senseless.

  I blinked at Dom. “Is it because I got off before Annie did?”

  “Did you get shot in the head in Iraq and just didn’t tell anyone?” Dom huffed, referring to my stint in the service.

  I didn’t usually talk much about that time. I joined up because I wanted to belong to something without feeling like a pawn—as I had been since being adopted by Dominic’s rich grandfather. He’d gone and plucked me out of foster care to be a playmate for his orphaned grandson, like we were living in some stupid Charles Dickens book.

  Inevitably, I rebelled. So I busted my ass—and got it kicked on a regular basis—to become an elite soldier, so I wouldn’t be a toy for entitled assholes to play with.

  The joke was on me.

  The military was one big role-playing game for politicians, most of whom didn’t know the difference between a dungeon and a dragon.

  “I’m not talking about Annie. Not really,” Dom amended.

  “Is it something about Evie?”

  “You’re getting warmer.”

  “Did I embarrass her?” She hadn’t seemed too shy at the time, though I remember her saying my name a couple of times.

  My adopted Richie Rich brother looked like he wanted to hit me. “Bag of rocks. You are dumb as a—”

  I threw up my hands. “Okay! Okay! Just spell it out, since I’m too fucking stupid to connect the dots, here.”

  “They thought you wanted a threesome.”

  My mouth opened, then closed. The th
ought had crossed my mind, sure. “But I never said—”

  “You said we were both sexy,” Evie reminded me from where she stood in the doorway to the home office.

  I startled, looking behind her for Stella.

  “She’s playing in the living room with some kitchen stuff,” she answered my silent question.

  Kitchen stuff? “Like what?” I asked suspiciously.

  “Just some knives, a cheese grater. A ninja blender thing.” Evie lifted one shoulder.

  Oh. She was joking. “You are both sexy,” I told her.

  The corner of her mouth turned down. “You also said you wanted both of us.”

  “Well, yeah. At one time—separate times. Not together, right then.” Didn’t I? I rubbed my forehead.

  “Then you proceeded to fuck Annie’s brains out,” Dom said.

  Annie added, “While I left the room, like a lady.”

  “That’s debatable,” I muttered. If I recalled correctly, she’d left the show at intermission.

  But yeah, after we’d—I’d finished, I’d wondered where she’d gone. I asked Annie where Evie—oh. Oh, shit.

  “By George, I think he’s got it,” drawled Dom. Evie snorted, disappearing down the hallway again.

  I dropped my head into my heads, groaning. “Fuck. My. Life.”

  “Looks like you’re doing a pretty good job of that without help.”

  “Fuck you.”

  My brother sighed. “I get that maybe you didn’t mean to, but it sounds like you made Annie think that you wanted Evie, as well. And Evie tells me that her friend is a little insecure about the whole fact that you’ve banged my fiancée before.”

  My forehead furrowed with a frown as I looked up at him. “You were there, too.”

  “Somehow, I don’t think that fact fills Annie with confidence.”

  No, it probably didn’t. Annie was up and down, always unpredictable and at odds with herself. She was the kind of woman who would enter a hot dog eating contest just to prove that she wasn’t a vegetarian.

  “So what was I supposed to do?”

  “Leave.”

  I jerked my head back in disbelief. “Dude. They were kissing and taking each other’s clothes off.” My body began to react just at the memory.