by Alisha Rai
Two heavily lubricated fingers stretched into her ass, and she froze in a moment of apprehension. It was one thing to take toys and fingers, but would she be able to take Marcus in that small hole?
She didn’t get much of a chance to consider it, though, since his fingers withdrew. She looked over her shoulder as Jace placed both of his hands on her cheeks and spread her open. Marcus’s nostrils flared. He glanced up to meet her apprehensive gaze. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“I’ll help,” Jace whispered near her ear, distracting her for the split second Marcus needed to press his cock against her rear entrance and pop inside her. She moaned. The pain was there, yes, but there was also a terrible emptiness. She wanted more than just the inch or so Marcus had thrust in. She tightened her muscles, bearing down at Jace at the same time. “No, baby. Loosen up. Relax and take a breath and let Marcus work it in. Won’t it feel good when we’re both inside of you? You’re going to feel so stuffed. There’s nothing that feels as good as this.” He groaned as she relaxed, listening to him speak. Marcus pressed deeper, and she started to pant, wanting nothing more than to writhe between them.
When she tried to move, though, Marcus’s hand snapped against her ass. The smack only drove her passion higher. “Please!”
A low chuckle resounded from Marcus’s chest where it pressed against her back. “You’re such a bad girl, Devi. What are we going to do with you?”
Her head tossed. “Fuck me the way I need it.”
Marcus growled and thrust hard into her ass until his belly rested against her lower back. For an instant, they all froze, and then Jace gasped. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He started to thrust beneath her, and Marcus helped her to sit up a bit so he could slide his hands between them. He gripped her breasts to hold her steady, and then he too started to thrust behind her.
Their rhythm was perfect so she never felt empty. Their thrusts became more frenzied, and Devi felt like a vessel tossed about in a sea. The only thing keeping her moored were their hands on her breasts and ass.
“Shit, I’m not going to last.” Jace threw his head back and gritted his teeth. “Devi—love you.”
The words set off her own climax, and she clenched down on Marcus’s hardness until he roared his release. “Fuck. Love you. Fucking love you,” he gasped in her ear.
He collapsed on top of her, and the sweat fused them together as one entity. She shifted as the air cooled their heated bodies down, and she yawned, too exhausted to move. “I love you guys too.”
Marcus’s hand clenched on her hip and Jace brushed a kiss against her temple, the only sign that they had even heard. She didn’t know how long they lay there, but in the cocoon of darkness and rain, everything was right with her world. Everything was just where it belonged.
Sometime later, Marcus urged her up and they slipped her into a bath, taking turns stroking a loofah over her tired body. Over the past week, Jace had been the one to guide her into a warm bath or clean her up after they had devastated her sexually. The fact that Marcus was also here, in the tub, tonight, was significant. If only she wasn’t so extremely tired, she’d be able to figure out what the significance was.
A slight sexual tingling rose in her body when Jace rubbed over her breasts, but he shook his head firmly, and she didn’t have the energy to argue with them.
Like a child, they tenderly dried her off and slipped a pair of panties up her legs—probably to work as some sort of chastity belt, she mused with loopy amusement—before they guided her back into her bed. She crawled in, curling between their bodies. Jace cupped her breast in his hand and immediately spooned around her back in his favorite position.
Though he had stayed to bathe her, Devi half expected Marcus to roll out of bed as usual and go sleep on her couch. Instead, he faced her and brushed a caress over her stomach before he curled his arm around her and dragged her closer until he could rest a heavy leg over hers. Jace murmured a protest before he followed and slipped his leg between hers, his arm just over Marcus’s. Front to back and all around, she felt their skin and their breath, and it felt so good, she drifted into a doze immediately.
Yes, everything was just perfect.
Chapter Eighteen
The ringing escalated until Devi tossed her head restlessly and reached out to slap at the offending alarm clock.
“Oof.”
Instead of cold plastic, her hand landed on a truly hot set of ripped abs. Unable to stop herself, she clenched her fingers and kneaded hard flesh, before she slid down to rapidly hardening morning wood. A hand snaked over her ass, conveniently accessible by her facedown position. Now this is the way to wake up.
Marcus groaned. “What the fuck is that noise?”
Yeah, come to think of it, her alarm played a nice pop-rock station in the mornings. Never that shrill ringing.
And when had her clock started up that pounding noise? Weird.
“The door,” she blurted out and rose on her hands and knees before sitting up. A hank of hair fell into her eyes and she batted at it. “Someone’s at the door.”
“Who comes to your door at eight on a weekend?” Marcus grumbled.
“I don’t know.” Concern set in, and she clambered out of bed.
Jace levered himself up, irritation in every sleepy line of his face. “Come back to bed and let Marcus handle it.”
“Why me?” Marcus groaned.
“’Cause I need Devi.”
“I need her too.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed the terrycloth robe off the back of the door. “Both of you stay here. I do have elderly neighbors, and the last thing I need is them dropping dead of a heart attack at a naked man answering my door.”
The ringing stopped and Jace’s face brightened. “See, they’re gone. Come back to bed.”
She tightened the belt on her robe as the pounding started up again. “I’ll handle this and be right back.”
“Hell, Devi, we only came once last night.” Marcus folded his arms over his chest. His bare, tanned, muscular chest. His lickable, suckable…
Devi forced her gaze away and made her feet move out the door. “I’ll call the Guinness Book on the way back. I’m sure they’ll be interested. Now, stay.”
“Five minutes…”
She wasn’t sure who the warning came from as she securely closed the door, but her smile faded as she moved to the front door, which was almost vibrating from the force of the knocker’s fist.
She frowned in real concern as she undid the deadbolt and cracked the door open. The door flew out of her hands and she took a startled step back as a black-haired tempest hurtled in.
“Where are they?”
Devi swore the shout rattled the chandelier, and she stared at Leena standing in her foyer, arms akimbo. Her normally meticulously groomed sister wore a ratty baby T-shirt and paint-spattered shorts. Not a trace of makeup covered her face. A messy topknot secured her hair in a bundle on top of her head, and it wobbled with every move she made. She looked like an infuriated, dark-haired hen.
“Leena, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Leena glared at her. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. What’s wrong is that I was supposed to be sleeping off my hangover when this one”—she pointed to Rana, who quietly entered the foyer and closed the door behind her—“comes and wakes me up to tell me a fantastic story about identical twins and threesomes and love. Two of those three things should never be used in the same sentence. So, I’m going to ask you again. Where are they?”
After shooting a quick glare at Rana, who looked down at her feet, Devi crossed her arms over her chest and stared Leena down. “None of this is any of your business.”
“None of my business? You’re my business. You and your abominable taste in men.” She held up her hand and ticked off the points on her fingers. “There was that biker guy back in high school. Then the ‘artist’ in college. Then Tarek. Face it. You’re mush in the wrong
Devi took the verbal slap with only a slight flinch. She had suspected their opinions, but how odd to hear it spoken aloud, that her sisters felt she was an imbecile just waiting to be conned by a big strong man, or men. “And you two are jaded cynics. I admit I’ve been mistaken about men in the past, but I’m not a total idiot.” She ticked off each man on her own fingers, mimicking Leena. “The biker was a conscious decision, my own stupid rebellion. The artist I was getting sick of supporting way before you found him that job in Cali you thought I knew nothing about, Leena. I would have kicked him to the curb soon enough. I didn’t feel so bad for his tortured soul that I would have wasted my life on him.” She shook her head sharply when Leena opened her mouth, and continued. “And, as for Tarek…” Devi looked at Rana. “Rana, did you know why I wasn’t madder at you?” Rana shook her head. “Because two days before I’d found lipstick on his collar and some amateur porn photos of him and some slut fucking on my bed. Unfortunately, he had talked me into opening a joint bank account with him, and I didn’t want to kick him to the curb before I disentangled my money from his. I knew he was a snake enough to try to run off with my stuff. So you see, I was leaving him anyway.”
Rana’s face turned white, her lips pinched together. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you were already so torn up about it.” Devi gave her a half smile. “Really, I didn’t see the point in telling you your sacrifice was completely unnecessary.”
Rana’s laugh was more of a sob. “Saint Devi. You would be thinking of my feelings.”
“Well, this is all very interesting,” Leena snapped, her eyes glittering. “But excuse me if I’m still not convinced. I’m guessing your two boy toys are still in the bedroom?”
“Nope, her boy toys are right here.”
Jace’s determinedly cheerful voice froze her to her spot, as did the two arms sliding around her waist in opposite directions as they flanked her. She cast her eyes heavenward. Please let them be dressed.
A quick glance assured her that Jace had indeed pulled on his slacks, while Marcus had slid into his Jockey boxer-briefs. The snug-fitting cotton and the expanse of bare skin didn’t really do much to help her focus, but she managed to tear her gaze away from the bulge in his crotch.
Leena drew herself up to her full height. Even mussed and casually dressed, she was intimidating. “I don’t know what kind of game you sickos are playing, but—”
“Oh, we play lots of games,” Jace said earnestly. “Personally, I like the one where we’re patrolmen who pull over this sexy speeder…”
Devi blinked and spoke before she recalled their guests. “Hey, we never played that.”
Marcus tightened his fingers around her waist. “That’s ’cause we haven’t gotten a chance to buy any handcuffs.” He looked at her sisters and raised his eyebrows. “We wore out our last ones.”
She stifled a snort of laughter at their provoking behavior but lost amusement at Leena’s glower. “Okay, boys, enough.” She stepped forward. “Leena, Rana, while I appreciate your concern, what’s between Jace, Marcus and I is our concern, not yours.”
“It is my concern, if you fuck up your life with a couple of perverts.” She surprised Devi by grabbing hold of her arm. Devi winced at the biting grip and Marcus stood in front of her in an instant. He broke the hold and tossed Leena’s hand down. His shoulders wonderfully wide, he leaned down and stuck his face right in Leena’s.
“You don’t ever touch her again in anger. Ever.”
Leena opened her mouth and then closed it again before her chin firmed. Even that small sign of weakness coming from her indomitable sister surprised Devi. “For Christ’s sake, I wouldn’t have hurt her. She’s my baby sister. I love her.”
“And so do we.” Jace pushed Marcus to the side. “We would never hurt her either.”
Devi worked herself through the wall of muscle until she stood between them again. “They aren’t perverts, Leena.”
Leena sneered. “Then what would you call it?”
“Pleasure. Love. Sharing. Pleasure we need.” Jace looked down at Devi, a slight question in his eyes. “Pleasure Devi needs too.”
Devi nodded immediately, glad to see the doubt vanish. She needed them, no doubt. No one man would be able to quench her sexuality the way these two had shown her. And she would never be able to have sex with just any two men. Only Jace and Marcus.
“And you don’t call that perverted?”
Jace shrugged. “I can’t believe that any sister of Devi has a completely vanilla sex life. Or if she does, I can’t imagine she’s happy in it.”
“My sex life is my business, jackass.”
Like the lawyer he was, Jace pounced. “And Devi’s is her own.” He cocked his head, his eyes kind but sharp. “So you’ll leave her to it without making any nasty slurs or sneering remarks, but trust that she knows her own mind and she knows what will make her happy. I imagine that’s what a good sister would do.”
Leena studied them and then blew out a breath. “I don’t even know why I’m getting my blood pressure up. It’s not like this is going to last forever. I give you another week, Devi. Maybe two, ’cause you’re so damn loyal.”
Devi gritted her teeth. Would her sisters ever think she was more than a blindly devoted puppy? “You’re wrong.”
“Whatever.” Leena stalked out the open door. “Come on, Rana.”
Instead of following, Rana stood in her position just inside the foyer. “I’m really sorry, Devi.”
Devi shrugged, though her heart was heavy. She hated fighting with her sisters. “You did what you thought best. The two of you always do.”
“It’s not us against you. I can see how you might think that right now. But you have to know that we love you so much.”
“I know. And your love is the only reason I’ve forgiven you guys in the past for your meddling. But now, I just need you to trust in me.”
“Okay.”
“Because, really, we… What?” Devi stopped and stared.
Rana shrugged. “I admit, I was worried, but honestly, Devi, I’ve never seen you actually fight for anything before. If this is what you want, then I won’t argue with you anymore. I’d rather have my baby sister talking to me with two boyfriends than not at all.” The car honked and she rolled her eyes before stepping away from the wall. “Leena will come around. But you may want to wait a while—like, never—before you break the news to Mama.” Rana’s lips twisted wryly. “She’s indulgent with you because she knows we look out for you, but if she finds out about this, trust me, you’ll be judged and tarred and feathered as a whore before you can blink. No one knows that better than me.”
“No one thinks you’re a whore.”
“Baby, you may not, but Mama’s been convinced since I broke curfew at the tenth-grade spring fling.” Rana made a dismissive motion, though her eyes filled with pain. “Whatever.” She looked between Jace and Marcus. “Jace, you remember what I told you I would do if you hurt Devi? You know, how I’d cut off your balls and feed them to you?”
“Jesus, Rana…”
Jace’s lips quirked. “How could I forget?”
Rana smiled sweetly and stepped outside the door. “If you hurt her, I’ll still feed them to you. But I think I might keep them attached to your body when I do it.”
Marcus flinched, no doubt reconsidering his coming to this powwow in just a pair of underwear. He continued to stare after her sister as she closed the door. “Those are some tough bitches.”
“Hey, now.” She elbowed him, and it was rather like elbowing a chunk of granite. “Those are my sisters. Clean up your language.”
He grasped her around her waist and tugged her closer so they faced each other. “I didn’t mean any offense. I admire tough bitches. Like you. Look at you, facing down the opposition in the name of love.”
Devi pursed her lips. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me a bitch before.” Hmm, now that she thought of it, she’d rather be a bitch than a wuss.
“Yeah,” Jace said from behind her, his tone wry. “Marcus has a unique courting style.” He slipped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.
She twisted her head to the side to look up at him. “So where do we go from here?”
“Well, that kind of depends on you. You are an integral part of this, after all.”
“I’m glad you recognize that.”
“Sure. Why, you’re the bologna in our sandwich.”
“Bologna?”
“No? The cheese in our panini?”
“Ew.”
“The marshmallow. In our s’more of love.”
She burst out laughing, and Marcus groaned, but smiled. Jace viewed them both with a mock frown. “I thought you liked food?”
“Ignore him. He was dropped on his head as a baby.” Marcus pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead. “We take this day by day. I don’t want you to feel rushed, it’s not like we have to run out and get married.” His lips quirked. “Though I’m sure Jace already has a venue picked out.”
She glanced over her shoulder in time to see a dull flush cover Jace’s high cheekbones, and he glared at his brother before switching a sheepish gaze to her face. “I’ve always liked Singer Island. But it’s not like I’ve gone and booked a hotel or anything.”
“Of course not.” She twisted and kissed him full on the mouth before separating and looking at Marcus. “I think you should both go to counseling.”
His eyebrows lowered and she held up her hand to forestall him. “It’s important. For you and for me. Please, just think about it.”
He stared at her hand stroking over his chest. “I’ll think about it. For you.”
“And like you said, we’ll take it week by week.”
“I actually said day by day.”
“I’d say year by year, but I think it would scare you. I want you to stop worrying that one day I’ll get bored and walk away from you. You’re both stuck with me. My sisters are right in one aspect—when I love, I do it wholeheartedly. Don’t make me regret it.”
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