Thrust

by Victoria Ashley

  We don’t say anything. We don’t have to. We’re content with this moment, and right now I just want to keep it this way before I go back down to my apartment and let my shame wash through me.

  I’m a horrible person for not wanting to give him up after sleeping with his brother . . .

  IT’S BEEN A FEW DAYS since Calla showed up at my door upset and confused about Hunter being my brother. I have to admit that it’s been bothering me more than I expected and I’ve been finding it hard to not think about it.

  When I first saw Calla at my bar a couple weeks ago, I was drawn to her beauty and her fun personality. I wanted nothing more than to see what this beautiful girl was about, knowing that I need to keep my heart in check. I thought it would be easy to be with her physically and not feel any sort of attachment, but after being with her one time and getting a taste, I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.

  Then Hunter came along talking about this high school crush he had on her and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to help keep my heart at a safe distance, except this isn’t how I expected to feel once he fucked her too. I expected it to make me not want her, but when she showed up at my door . . . I couldn’t have been more wrong. I wanted her just as much as before, and maybe even more. That’s fucked up. Now I’m starting to rethink this whole fucked up situation.

  The sound of my office door opening causes me to look up from my desk. I let out a frustrated breath and grind my jaw when I see that it’s Hunter.

  I haven’t seen much of him since he got back from vacation and seeing him now, knowing that he’s been inside of Calla, rubs me wrong.

  He walks over and takes a seat on the edge of my desk as if everything is perfectly normal. “Do you ever stop working?”

  I pick up the stack of paperwork I was working on and shove it in my desk drawer. “Well someone’s got to work around here.” I look up at him and lift an eyebrow. “It’s definitely not you.”

  He shrugs while jumping to his feet. “I work, big brother, just not as much as you do.”

  Looking at him right now is stirring some weird emotions inside of me. I’m usually irritated with him, so I’m used to it, but I feel irritated in the most extreme degree as I watch him standing there with his smug face.

  “Why didn’t you tell her before you slept with her?”

  He pulls out his phone and starts typing on it. “Does it matter? She’s fine with it.”

  Feeling pissed off as hell with his response, I knock his phone out of his hand and lean over my desk, my muscles flexed. “Yes it fucking matters. Don’t you think she should’ve had the right to choose if she wanted to be sleeping with two brothers?” I look up at him, unable to contain my anger. He’s never really taken shit seriously, but it’s time for him to grow up. “You should have told her and you fucking know it. You have no idea what could be running through her head right now. The last thing she needs is to feel like shit because of us.”

  “She’s fine.” He bends down and picks up his phone, shoving it in his pocket. “What kind of girl doesn’t fantasize about sleeping with two brothers and them actually be okay with it? Think about it.”

  I’ve thought about that already. Now that she knows, she might want to be with Hunter more than usual. That thought fucking stings for some reason.

  “You still should have told her,” I grind out. “That should have been the first thing you told her.”

  He walks over and grips my shoulder. His eyes meet mine and a small smile forms on his lips. “You’re really worked up, bro. Just relax and enjoy her tight little pussy. It feels too good not to.”

  My hand reaches out to grip his neck faster than I can stop it. “Don’t you fucking talk about her that way.” His eyes widen as I shove him back and turn away from him.

  “What the fuck.” I can feel him standing close behind me, but I refuse to look at his face. I haven’t been this pissed off and confused in a long time, and I don’t want to end up doing something that I regret. “Are you falling for her?”

  “No,” I say firmly, although it somehow feels like a lie. “I’m not letting that happen again and you know it.”

  “You need to get over that shit, Kyan. One fucking girl screwed you over and now you act as if everyone is out to get you. Jessica was a shitty girlfriend and Bryant was an even shittier friend. Now their two kids have parents that can barely look at each other. They messed up.”

  “We’re not talking about this shit, Hunter.” I feel my blood boil just thinking about them. “I don’t want to think about that shit, and I definitely don’t want to think about your dick inside Calla and how it feels for you.”

  Hunter gives me an aggravated look before stalking to the door. “Well you better figure out your feelings for Calla soon before it’s too fucking late. Think about that shit.”

  Walking out, he slams the door behind him.

  “Fuck!” I sit on the edge of my desk, running both hands over my face in frustration. Why the hell am I letting this get to me suddenly? Nothing has changed. My desire to stay unattached hasn’t changed. The need to keep a safe distance hasn’t changed, so why does the thought of my brother being inside Calla make me want to rip his throat out?

  I get pulled out of my thoughts when my phone goes off. I recognize it right away as an LA number. I know this because I’ve been waiting on this call for months.

  Pulling myself together, I answer the phone and make business arrangements for Kevin Goode to fly in from LA in two days to meet with me regarding the opportunity to buy his gym. This is an important deal and I want this more than anything right now.

  Goode’s is the biggest gym here in Chicago and the first one that started my passion of wanting to run my own gym one day. I need this deal to happen.

  KYAN AND I FINISHED UP with our personal training session over an hour ago, but I’m still here working my ass off, not giving up until I can’t walk.

  We’ve been so caught up in sexual activities that I’ve been neglecting spending time at the gym. It’s not as if I’m not getting a good workout at home, but . . . you know what I mean.

  My legs begin to burn as I work the Elliptical faster. I’m sweating my ass off and my heart is pounding, but it feels good to work off some of this frustration.

  Just as I’m about to finally stop, I feel a hand rub over my lower back. I turn beside me to see Hunter, smiling up at me. He’s wearing a white shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of black pants. He’s extremely sweaty and sexy. I don’t expect him to be anything but.

  “Hey, beautiful.” He pulls his shirt up and wipes it over his face, soaking up the sweat. My eyes lower to his abs before back up to his face. “I just got done with a PT session. I’m about to head out if you want to leave with me.”

  I swallow while looking around the gym for Kyan. Last time I saw him he was walking around, encouraging and motivating his members. He stopped to push me a few times, but tried to keep it as professional as possible.

  “Have you seen Kyan?” I ask breathlessly.

  He smiles and nods his head as I wipe my forehead with my towel. “He’s busy on the phone. It looks like he’ll be in there for a while. My father always keeps him busy.”

  I step off the Elliptical and nod my head, while catching my breath. “Yeah, okay. I think I’ve had about all I can take today anyways. Let me just go say bye to Kyan.”

  Hunter grabs my arm and stops me from walking. “It will be better to just text him later. He didn’t look too happy. Trust me.”

  I hesitate for a moment, feeling bad for just leaving without saying bye, but the last thing I want to do is make him even more upset than he already is.

  Moving his hand up my arm, he grabs for my water bottle and walks me toward the door. “I didn’t realize that you were working out here until I saw you training with Kyan.” He looks up to meet my eyes as he holds the door open for me. “Kyan never does PT sessions, but seeing how sexual it looked, I can see why he wanted to. You seem to
be his exception for a lot of things lately.”

  He backs me up against my jeep door and smiles against my lips, while handing me my bottle. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He presses his lips to mine, kissing me long and hard before backing away. “Don’t keep me waiting.” He winks and turns to walk across the lot to his truck.

  Opening my car door, I hop inside and shut it behind me. “Holy shit.” I run my hands over my face. “Just for fun. It’s just for fun. No one is going to get hurt. Two sexy . . . oh so sexy brothers.”

  Once I feel that I’ve convinced myself, I drive off and head home, wondering what Hunter has planned.

  Hunter is already waiting by an empty parking space once I pull into the back lot. He waits until I park my car before walking over and opening my door.

  “Fuck, I feel as if that took forever.” Leaning over me, he grabs my face and presses his lips to mine. “I want to fuck you right here, Calla.”

  I feel his hand slip down the front of my yoga pants and I instantly moan and throw my head back. “Hunter.” I push on his head as he pulls my shirt up and quickly sucks a nipple into his mouth. “People can see us.”

  He releases my nipple and looks over the jeep. “No one’s around right now. Everyone’s at work.” He bites my bottom lip. “Relax and have fun.”

  Pulling my legs over the side of the seat, he yanks my yoga pants and thong down and quickly pulls his hard dick out the top of his pants. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.

  I can’t stop looking around me, checking to see if anyone’s coming as he wraps my legs around him and pushes himself inside me.

  “Oh shit . . . Hunter.” I grab onto his hair as he grinds into me, adjusting me to his big size. “I don’t want anyone to see us.”

  He grins and begins to thrust hard and fast. “Oh I can make it fast, baby. People might not be able to see us, but they’ll be able to hear you.”

  Grabbing my hips, he fucks me faster and harder than he’s ever moved before. I find myself biting my lip, trying to stop my screaming as he takes me.

  I feel a rush from the risk of being caught as he takes me here in the open. The thought of just how public this is causes me to lose it, and I find myself clenching around him faster than I imagined.

  This causes him to smile, and he thrusts into me a few more times before pulling out, gripping the top of the jeep as he strokes himself.

  “Fuck, I needed that.” He pulls his condom off and shoves it in his pocket before kissing me. “Seeing you with my brother worked me up. It may be fucked up but it turned me on. I almost fucked you right there in the parking lot of the gym.”

  I grip onto his back as he pulls my pants up and quickly fixes my hair. “I don’t think he would’ve liked that,” I say softly, imagining how he would’ve felt if he caught us having sex. There’s a huge difference in knowing something and witnessing it firsthand.

  My heart sinks at the thought that it could possibly have some kind of affect on him.

  “I need to get back to the gym.” He licks his lips and smiles against my mouth. “I just had to get that out first. Glad I did too. See ya later, gorgeous.”

  “What the . . .” I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. “Hunter,” I mumble.

  I have no idea why I am still letting this happen. It’s got to stop at some point. Right?

  Nothing this easy lasts forever, at least not without someone getting hurt . . .

  I READ MY SISTER’S LETTER for about the hundredth time, just staring at it, and letting the words blur together until my eyes begin to water. So much has happened over the last couple of weeks; more than what I’m used to. For the past two years things have been the same: work with Tori, live with Tori, and hang out with Tori. It’s been simple and familiar. Now . . . now I have my sister’s wedding haunting me, and two gorgeous brothers constantly running through my head, driving me insane.

  Too much is happening at once and I’m beginning to feel as if I’m losing my damn mind. I need time to think. I just need to figure out these emotions that have been sweeping through me.

  This all started out as fun. I was longing for something different. It was something I’ve never done before. Hell, I haven’t even been sexually active since Jordan. It felt nice to be desired for once, but now . . . now where does this leave me? Desiring the touch of two brothers that want nothing more than a physical relationship with me? I’m so confused, but I’ve never been more sexually satisfied in my life.

  I look up from the couch when the front door opens and closes. I hear Tori asking Brad to go to her room and wait for her, before she plops down next to me on the couch.

  She nods down at the letter in my hand. “You finally read the letter, huh?”

  I hold it up before flipping it over and placing it on the coffee table. “Yeah. Only once . . . or five times, but who’s counting. Doesn’t really matter. It’s complete bullshit, but she did at least ask you to photograph her wedding. Isn’t that just so damn nice of her?”

  Tori squeezes the couch cushion and makes an irritated noise. “Seriously! What makes her think that I’d want to do that shit for her after what she did to you? Is she fucking high?”

  I look up and face her. I can’t help but to laugh at the look she’s making. “Calm down before you pop an eye out. You’re scaring me.”

  She shakes her head and lets out a deep breath to calm herself. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” She takes another deep breath and releases it. “Doesn’t she already have a photographer? The wedding is tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Yeah,” I mutter. “But she said she’d rather have you. You know what she likes better than any other photographer. She’s going to keep this other person booked until she hears word if you can do it or not.”

  “Fuck her, Calla.” She grabs my shoulder and shakes me. “Get that look off your face. Don’t let her bring you down. You need to show them that you’re better than them, and that you’ve moved on.” Her eyes get wide and she looks as if she’s just gotten the best idea in the world. “Invite Kyan or Hunter as your date. They are both sinfully sexy and any girl would be jealous of you. One of them is way better than her stupid fiancé. Show up with one of them and show her that you came out on top.”

  I lean my head back and scream under my breath. She has no idea how complicated this situation has become. She’s going to think that I’m crazy when I tell her this.

  “About the boys . . .” She cocks her head, waiting for me to continue. “Apparently Hunter is Kyan’s younger brother.” I cover my face and shake my head, still in shock over the news. “And yes, they both know that I’m fucking them both and they don’t care. It only seems to make them pleasure me harder.”

  Her eyes go wide and it almost sounds as if she’s choking on something. “Whoa! Are you serious or are you fucking with me? You’re serious?” I nod my head. “For once in my life . . . I’m speechless. I really didn’t think they made brothers that damn sexy. Genes that good usually only happens once within a family.”

  I slap her arm, causing her to jump back and grab it. “You’re not helping any here. What am I supposed to do? I haven’t been with a guy in two years and now I’m having sex with two. I never planned this, Tori. It just sort of . . . hit me. ”

  She looks at me as if I’m stupid. “Enjoy it. Enjoy this and have your fun. It’s your turn. Do you see what’s happening here?”

  I shake my head and reach for the letter again, rubbing it under my fingers. “This is your prize for the bad shit that you’ve had to deal with. It’s making up for all that alone time you’ve spent, fluffin’ your own muffin. I’m not going to lie. I would definitely jump at the opportunity to have sex with two sexy brothers. If it’s not hurting anyone, then why stop? You deserve some fun in your life.”

  I sit here and let her words sink in. Maybe she’s right. I’m not looking to jump into a relationship anytime soon, and apparently neither are the boys. Wh
y not let us all enjoy it while it lasts. It still leaves me with one question, because I know this is something that I have to do. My father has already called me, begging me to please put the past behind me and be civil with my sister for one day. Just one day.

  “Who do I ask to the wedding then?”

  Tori’s expression turns serious as if she didn’t really take a second to consider this before. “I don’t know. This is a huge step for you, Calla. Going to your sister’s wedding is going to hurt. I’m not going to downplay it.” She pauses when my eyes meet the letter. “Who can you see sitting beside you at this wedding? Who will bring you the most comfort and make it hurt less? That’s who you should ask.”

  I look up at her as she stands up. Her words cause a whole new set of emotions to wash through me. I think about the last two weeks and how I’ve felt when I’m with Hunter and when I’m with Kyan. I’ve been trying so hard not to think too much that I’ve been completely blind to any feelings I’ve been developing.

  I feel an ache in my chest as I picture his beautiful smile and the feel of his breath against my lips.

  “Thanks,” I whisper.

  “Anytime, love.” She grins and starts walking backwards. “I better get back to Brad before he starts without me. He does that sometimes.”

  I burst out in laughter, feeling a sense of relief for the first time in days. “Yeah. You do that. I won’t keep you any longer.”

  An hour passes as I just sit here. I’ve put a lot of thought into this question, and no matter how many times I question myself my answer remains the same. The problem with that is, that this person will now have the power to hurt me. I see that now and it scares me.

  I’ve sort of known all along, but now it’s painfully clear, and if he turns down my offer to be my date at this wedding, I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it alone. I don’t think I can do this without him next to me.

  Standing up, I shove the letter into my back pocket and make my way to the elevator before I can change my mind.