by Alisha Rai
Her sister shot him a dirty look. “Excuse me if I’m not delighted to see the two of you here. Are you kidding me?” She lowered her voice and leaned in close to Devi. “Baby, when I introduced you to these two, I thought you were just going to use them to get out of your rut. I never intended for you to see them again, let alone bring them to a family function.”
“That’s rather shortsighted of you.” Jace rocked back on his heels. “I do come to your restaurant on a fairly regular basis. Were you going to ban me?”
“I was prepared to lose a regular customer to jumpstart my sister’s sex life.”
“And isn’t this great? Now you don’t have to lose me.”
Rana’s eyes narrowed to slits. “What kind of game are you two playing?”
“No game.” Marcus spoke up. “Trust me.”
Rana snorted. “Yeah, right. Devi, come with me, we need to talk.”
“No.”
“What?”
She swallowed. Rana’s surprise almost equaled her own. She had never blatantly disobeyed her oldest sister. “I don’t need an intervention. And I don’t need you to protect me from myself this time.”
Rana rolled her eyes. “You and I both know you aren’t a good judge of men.”
“Well, there you go. You should be thrilled. You picked Jace and Marcus.”
“For one night, not—”
“How long I choose to be with them is my decision, not yours. I won’t let you mess this up for me.”
“They’re players, just like Tarek. You remember how much he hurt you?”
Devi’s grip on her temper slipped. “They are nothing like Tarek. They are good, decent men. You could offer yourself to them naked and they wouldn’t even look at you twice if they had made a commitment to me.”
Rana snorted. “You’re fooling yourself.”
“No, I’m not. I’ll never worry that I’ll walk in on them with another woman, not like I did with you and Tarek.”
A silence descended over the four of them, frozen in a tableau amidst the revelry. Marcus was the first to speak. “You slept with her boyfriend?” Disgust rang heavy in his voice, and his lip curled.
Her face white but for the garish red stripe of her lipstick, Rana shot him a look containing a shadow of her normal sassiness. “You’re one to talk.”
“They never had sex.” Devi spoke in a low voice. “It was arranged for me to walk in on them making out on my sofa.”
“She wouldn’t listen to us. We told her he was hitting on anything in a skirt, but we knew she wouldn’t believe it until she saw it.” Rana studied her with pain in her eyes. “She was talking marriage, and I couldn’t let her do that. She knows how sorry I am, that I never meant anything by it. Tell them.”
Devi frowned at her. “Of course I know that, Rana. I forgave you the minute you explained what happened. I never blamed you.”
Rana laughed, a hollow sound. “Saint Devi. You should have. God knows I’ve blamed myself enough.”
“I know,” she explained gently. “Which is why I could never bring myself to. You need to get over this guilt. It’s really unwarranted.”
“How can I when I seem to have put something else in motion?” Rana studied the three of them. “What exactly is all of this about?”
Devi thought for a minute. “Love.”
If anything, Rana looked even more tortured, tears shining in her eyes. “Oh dear Lord, what have I done? That’s impossible. Please, just come with me, and we can go talk it over with Leena.”
Devi leaned against Marcus, who put a solid arm around her. Jace stroked his fingers down her wrist until he gripped her hand securely. Their support gave her the strength to stand up to her sister. “No, Rana. I don’t need to talk anything over. Please, for once, just trust me to know my own mind.”
Rana opened her mouth, but their mother’s voice intruded. “Well, I see you finally decided to show up. I hope you don’t have a drunken lover around to crash this party like you did at your graduation.”
Rana cast her an impatient glance. “Not now, Mother.”
Mama raised a thinly plucked eyebrow. “I see you’ve at least met Devi’s new young man. I do hope you’re behaving yourself.” She smiled at Marcus. “And of course you must be Jace’s brother.”
As soon as their mother had appeared, Marcus had withdrawn his arm from around Devi, and she mourned its loss. “Mrs. Malik. How do you do? I can see where Devi gets her looks. How can there be a whole family of such attractive women?”
Rana rolled her eyes but Mama giggled. “And I can see charm runs in your family.”
“Honesty, ma’am. Hardly charm.”
Mama smiled, though it slipped when she turned to Rana. “Can you please come with me? I need to speak with you about these caterer friends of yours.”
“Actually, Devi and I just needed to chat about something…”
“No, she doesn’t. I mean, we don’t,” Devi interjected quickly. “You go on and handle your catering crisis.”
Mama inclined her head regally. “Okay, baby. A pleasure to meet both of you.”
Marcus and Jace murmured their goodbyes as Mama dragged Rana away. Rana twisted to look over her shoulder. Later, she mouthed.
As soon as they were gone, Marcus rubbed circles onto her back, and she sagged into Jace’s support, grateful to have both their hands on her. “Well, that went…well.”
“Mmmm.”
She turned to Marcus. “Why didn’t you let me tell Leena what was going on? She’s going to find out.”
He shrugged. “I knew it would be uncomfortable for you, and you don’t have to prove anything to me. Anyway, the more people who know, the more gossip. I don’t want people to talk about you. If I have to take a second seat out in public, that’s cool.” Marcus grinned. “I’ve never been one for public displays of affection anyway.”
Devi raised an eyebrow. “Unless it’s in a dressing room, huh?”
Jace chuckled and drew her closer. “No, he’s serious. Me, on the other hand.” He kissed the side of her neck, the brief pass of his tongue sending tingles through her skin. “I can’t resist touching you and I don’t care who sees.”
Devi shivered and leaned into Jace’s kiss. She’d done her duty, proven her point. Time to get her men out of here and introduce them to the rest of her plans for the night. “Our normal baker wasn’t available. The sweets aren’t really up to your standards.”
Jace drew back and raised an arrogant brow. “Yeah?”
“So it’s really not necessary to stay for the cake.”
Marcus crowded closer to her. “I can pass on the cake, if you can make me a better offer.”
“Well, you know, technically, I am wearing a skirt.” She sent them both what she hoped was a sultry look. “And we know how good I am at following your rules.”
Marcus’s eyes widened and then narrowed in rising lust and realization. “Home, now.”
“Ahh, there’s the growl I love so much,” she teased as he grabbed her hand and navigated through the maze of couples. “I was wondering where that polite and charming man had come from.”
“I’m charming…around everyone but you,” he admitted. “You just make me feel too raw to worry about charm.”
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind.”
“Yeah. Lucky me.”
Chapter Seventeen
The car ride passed in relative quiet as Devi drove to her house. At some point Jace, who sat next to her, switched the radio on to a soulful jazz station. Appropriately, fat drops of rain started to hit her windshield just as she took the exit off the thruway.
None of them said or did anything sexual, but the combination of the saxophone, the rain and their hulking presence in the car worked as effectively as an hour of foreplay. By the time Devi pulled into her driveway, she was ready to jump onto the nearest male. Her gaze met Jace’s and he shook his head slowly, a gleam in his eyes. “No. Inside.”
She licked her lips and clambered out of the
car, feeling graceless and clumsy. Her car chirped as she locked it, and she placed the key ring in Marcus’s outstretched hand. Her nerves were too rattled to handle them appropriately.
They entered the foyer behind Devi, and she waited with eyes downcast for one of them to grab her from behind and press her against the wall.
Seconds stretched into a full minute, and she looked over her shoulder with a frown. Where were her take-charge men?
Both of them stood inside the door, shadows covering their faces, arms crossed over their chests. A dizzying rush went through Devi. In the dark, they looked so identical, she didn’t think she could tell them apart.
“What are you guys waiting for?”
The one on the left answered. “This is your show, sweetheart.”
She turned. Their voices were similar, but she thought by the tone and endearment the speaker might be Jace. Her show. Now that was interesting.
She flipped on one of the switches that lit a recessed light right above her. The floodlight shone a spot of illumination on her, while casting Jace and Marcus even further into shadows.
Her hips swayed to the music of the rain pounding on her roof. She should have felt a bit ridiculous—strip-teasing wasn’t really her forte—but the bubble cocooning the three of them didn’t allow for feelings of self-consciousness.
She raised her arms and her fingers found the knot of the halter tie behind her neck with fingers no longer clumsy. She worked it free and the ties dropped down. The fabric of the top caught on her nipples. The hook-and-eye closures lower on her back were easier to deal with and the garment opened. She held it to her front before allowing it to slip to the floor, baring her breasts. She stroked a finger down a slope, over a tightening nipple, her head falling back.
A sharp inhale from the left prompted a slight smile. So it had been Jace. She knew he had a special affinity for her breasts. Marcus, on the other hand, appreciated another body part far more.
She turned her back to the twins, feeling two pairs of eyes roving over the smooth expanse of her back. The zipper on the side of her skirt took a second to undo, and the fabric fell to her feet in a quiet whisper of silk. She arched her back.
“Fuck.”
“Shit.”
The swear words were said with all the reverence of someone at worship. “Were you wearing this all night?” The hard voice came from right behind her, so she wasn’t surprised when she felt Marcus’s hand rest on her ass.
She cast a sultry look over her shoulder. “Of course,” she purred. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
His face tightened even more, and he led her to the wall, pressing her forward with a hand on the middle of her back until she stood with her palms flush to the hard drywall, her back arched. He inserted a foot between hers and pushed them apart. With a gentle hand, he touched the base of the butt plug she had inserted earlier.
“Is this the biggest one?”
Over the past week, Devi had become accustomed to taking the dildos as they fucked her, until she had come to crave the time when they finally judged her ready to take their cocks up that tight channel.
“Answer me.” Marcus punctuated the demand by sliding the plug in an inch and then out again.
“Yes,” she gasped, though the resulting sensation was almost too much for her to bear.
He cupped his palm over the base of the plug. “I wish I could do this to you. Just stay inside you all day so you would feel me when you were eating and working and sleeping.”
“That would be…wonderful.”
“But since I’m with you now, we don’t need this, do we?” Marcus gripped the base of the plug and withdrew it so slow she felt every little nuance of the hard plastic. The muscles in her anus clenched hard, reluctant to let that wonderful source of fullness vanish.
Marcus chuckled. “You’re too greedy, little girl.”
“No such thing.” Jace spoke from behind her, and his palm settled over the base of her spine, holding her steady. She knew he watched his brother remove the plug and her pussy grew wetter than the plug itself had made her.
The plug popped free and Marcus tossed it to the carpet before gripping her wrist and turning her around. Lightning flashed and threw his face, lined with lust, into stark relief. “Where?”
Her show. “Bedroom.” The couch was closer, no doubt, but she had a feeling this was too important an encounter not to have it take place in her bed.
He nodded and picked her up in his arms. She released a little shriek of surprise before she clenched her fingers around his thick biceps. The way these two hauled her around, she felt as though she weighed less than nothing.
When they entered the room, Jace crossed to the large window and jerked the curtains apart so the fury and noise of the storm had a front-row seat to their coupling. Marcus tossed her on the bed, and she settled with a bounce on the soft mattress. “No light this time?” she tried to joke.
“Storms are sexy. The lightning will give us any light we need. Besides, I can see your body with just my hands now.” Jace shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it carelessly on the floor, which told her more than anything how eager he was for her. He walked closer to the bed, unfastening his cuff links as he strolled.
She licked her lips and realized Marcus mirrored his movements as he undressed, both attacking the buttons of their shirts and then unzipping and sliding their pants down muscular legs.
She was greedy. She wanted to climb all over them, lay them on a table and then gorge herself on them, and even then she knew she would never be full.
Jace was the first to finish undressing, and he climbed over her like a sleek panther, all lean muscles and barely checked hunger. His cock rose thick and hard between his legs. He kissed her passionately, but grabbed the hand she slid down between their bodies before she could brush against the moisture already escaping from his penis. He pinned her other wrist to the bed, leaving her helpless in his grasp. “We’re already on the edge. Don’t push me over.”
“I thought this was my show?”
Jace smiled. “You do your name proud. It means goddess, right?”
Devi looked up in surprise. “How did you know that?”
“I Googled it. Forgive me, goddess. I only want to worship your body.” He leaned down and nipped at her breast. He looked up at her through lowered lashes. “Do you really want me to let you go?”
The seduction in his voice should have warned her, but still, when he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, she arched off the bed. His hands on her wrists bowed her body, and she cried out in impatience.
He let go of her nipple for a brief second. “Should I let go?”
She strained against his bond. No. She loved being held down, needed something to brace herself against. She shook her head.
Nonetheless, he freed her wrists and guided her hands to the rails of the headboard. “Hang on tight.”
Devi clenched her fingers around the poles, as Jace sucked and licked his way down her body. He settled between her thighs and gripped her legs behind her knees to pull them up. Before she could become self-conscious, two fingers on her jaw turned her head to the side.
Marcus stood by the side of the bed, his large cockhead on perfect level with her mouth. She opened her mouth and drew him in, savoring the salty taste of his body, just as Jace’s tongue lapped at her pussy.
The sensations that exploded through her body were indescribable as Jace settled in, as if to savor her. He flattened his tongue over her clitoris and she arched up, dislodging him and Marcus from her mouth.
Low growls emerged from both of them as they brought her back into position. Marcus wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slipped the head between her lips. His shallow thrusts mimicked the teasing licks between her legs. She looked up to see Marcus staring at his brother’s head between her legs, sweat beading along his hairline. She released the headboard to sink her fingers into his buttocks in silent demand. He switched his gaze to he
r. “You want more?” She nodded, her mouth stuffed. He cradled his hands around her skull and pressed his thumbs against her cheeks, so the silken lining caressed his hard cock as he thrust. He shuddered, and thankfully, spoke for her. “Do it harder, man. Our Devi isn’t satisfied.”
Jace lifted her legs until they pressed against her body, giving himself open access. His head bobbed between her legs in rapid jabs, and Marcus sped up as well. The coil of tension knotted harder with every thrust, until…
Until both men released her, Marcus withdrawing from her mouth and Jace rising on his knees from between her legs. “What? Don’t stop, please.”
Jace slipped just the tips of two fingers inside of her pussy, and she writhed, trying to draw him deeper. Her juice gleamed on his mouth as he smiled. “We’ll make you feel good in just a second, baby.”
Were they crazy? “Now!” She clambered to sit up and crawled toward him. He laughed as she straddled his lap, his heavily veined cock pressed right against her soaking pussy. She tried to coax him into her body, but he stopped her by the expedient method of holding on to her hips.
“Wait. Wait, Devi. Condom.” He had to repeat himself to pierce through her haze of desire.
She shook with arousal, but tried to wait the two seconds it took him to roll the latex down his hard cock. She resented the barrier, though she knew she would appreciate his thoughtfulness later. The instant he completed the chore, she tried to direct him toward her needy pussy, but he stopped her again. She shook in frustration. “What are you waiting for?”
Jace looked over her shoulder. Her nightstand drawer closed with a thud behind her and an open tube of lubrication landed next to them on the bed. His gaze returned to hers and he smiled mischievously. “That.”
Without further ado, he lay back on the bed and had her straddle him. Through with foreplay, she seated him in one thrust, her back arching in pleasure. She tried to raise herself up for another bone-rattling thrust, but hands on her back pushed her down until she lay pinned against Jace’s chest, her bottom high in the air.