by Lexi Ostrow
He tugged them down and she lifted herself off him ever so slightly and once they were off, he grabbed her hips again and ground her onto him. The denim was harsh against her core and she almost came from the rock hard sensation mixed with the bit of pain.
Nick’s mouth left her nipple with a soft pop and the cool air rushing over the heated nipple sent shivers through her. His hand went between them and rubbed her through her red lace boyshorts. She’d chosen them on purpose after last night. She was going mad with the need to buck her hips against his finger as he ran it over her time and time again.
“Don’t make a sound.” His voice was laced with lust and she nodded. His fingers slipped beyond the elastic of her underwear and ran over her sensitive clit and pinched. Her cry of pleasure slammed into her, but she clenched her teeth and he played with her. “So wet, Leena. God, I can’t believe I was dumb enough to wait for this.” His eyes locked onto hers and he was as hungry for this as she was.
“Lay on the bed on your stomach. Put your face against the pillow.”
An image flew into her head. Her naked except for her underwear, spread on the bed and him coming behind her and filling her.
“Yes.”
“No. No responding. Just do it.” He quickly dipped a finger inside of her as if to torment her for talking. A drawer opened and closed as she moved. A condom. Thank God, because she hadn’t thought of anything except him sheathing himself inside her body.
She did as he asked and felt the plushness of the bed underneath her body as her breasts crushed into it. Without a warning she felt as his body got on the bed with her and his hands were hooked in her panties. He slid them off and just left them at her ankles. His hands ran up her ass and the curve of her spine. A shiver of pleasure went though her and she shook in anticipation.
“I’m going to make this exactly what we need it to be, Leena. The perfect Christmas moment to make up for all the years of waiting.” She felt the head of his dick at her entrance and she strained backwards to take him in. “No, Leena. We do this my way.”
She swallowed hard and stopped rocking her hips. He was inside of her the next moment. His dick stretched her in a way she’d never experienced and she wanted to scream, to moan, to let him know how good it felt, but she forced herself not to.
His hips moved then as his hands reached to hold her on the side of her ass. Every motion sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. His speed was a maddening dash, a torment of friction and her body was screaming for release with every thrust of his hips.
“Not until I tell you, Leena. I want this to be together.” His hips thrust faster and his big cock slid in and out of her in a furious race. Her own body struggled to keep up with the tempo as pleasure soared through her. She could feel her release building, threating to burst. Stars lined her vision and her breathing was heavy.
Each and every movement of his dick in and out, of his balls as they slapped into her ass, as her breasts bounced on and off the bed, sent her further and further.
“Now, Leena. Come for me.”
She screamed. It tore past her throat as hard and fast as the orgasm that overtook her. Her vision was blurry and her body twisting to meet every rock of his hips as he drew both their orgasms longer. Her body clutched at his and she wished it could go on longer.
Her orgasm finally stopped rocking through her and her breathing calmed. But he did nothing to pull from her hot core. She felt a kiss placed on the back of her spine, just above her ass and the angle of it shifted his cock and drew a noise from her.
Nick pulled from her body and she felt the sensation as much as she had any of his thrusts. Tiny shivers of pleasure still were going off in her body.
He was next to her then, his mouth covering hers in a kiss almost as hungry as the sex they just had. Then he was pulling her against him, cuddling her body against his.
Neither of them spoke for the longest time. Their breathing was slowly and his erection, while still pressing into her, wasn’t driving her crazy to turn and take into her hands.
“Leena?” He sounded so unsure, so different than the man who ordered her around on a daily basis and to the orgasm of a lifetime.
She started to turn to face him.
“No, don’t roll over. Not yet.”
This command was different than before. Not the same harsh demand, but a plea. So she snuggled closer to him, but didn’t roll.
“Did I scare you?”
“God no, Nick. That was…” her voice trailed off as she tried to think of a way to describe it. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. I could never be afraid of it. Or of you.” She did turn then and ran a hand over his face as their bodies realigned. “Is it always like that?”
“Not always. I can be convinced, but normally? I love the power. The knowledge that someone is mine to give pleasure too. But if you didn’t like it-”
“Nick, shut up. That was the perfect Christmas present. But I think it’s time you let someone else take the lead. You know I’m very good at details.” She kissed him as her hand encircled his cock.
He growled and she laughed against his lips. But she didn’t stop and he didn’t command or ask her too as she thrust her hips forward and guided him back inside her.
She took her time with him. With exploring him and learning his body, but mostly his commands, for the rest of the night. A wonderful Christmas gift.
He was feeling like a dick. Right up until that scream pierced the house. He’d been getting ready to apologize to them both and then he’d heard it. Things had been so damned quiet, he had assumed they were just talking it out.
“A scream like that doesn’t come from talking it out. Never has and never will,” he grunted and kicked the door without thinking. He winced, expecting one of them to say something. Which they didn’t.
Jake forced himself to breath in and out over and over as he walked the whole three steps into his room. He hadn’t meant to go all hot and needy on Leena. But he hadn’t been able to help himself. So was beautiful sure, but she was full of life the way models never were. Rich girls – trust fun babies – had a tendency to over do the wild and free. But Leena knew right where the line was.
The problem was he clearly didn’t. She’d so much as spelled it out for him that she belonged to his brother. But when she responded to his kiss, well he had the distinct impression she felt something for more than one DeMarco. The question was how much did she feel for him?
Nick clearly won the battle tonight in a war he had inadvertently started when his hormones and heart had gotten out of control. It didn’t mean he’d lost completely though. Not yet.
He lay back on his bed and looked out the window. The snow hadn’t lessoned any. What a wonderful Christmas you’ve had this year, Jakie Boy. He sighed and simply watched the giant chunks of snow sink past the window. The snow would start to pile up in front of the door if someone didn’t take care of it. While Nick may be the more aggressive of the two businessmen, he wouldn’t remember his clothes in the morning if Leena didn’t constantly remind him of everything.
With a growl he kicked his feet off the bed and pushed himself up. Someone had to throw salt onto the growing pile of snow and shovel it out of the doorway or even if the snow did stop by morning, they’d be stuck in the chalet again and his mother and stepfather wouldn’t be able to get in and break the tension.
As he walked out of the door his eye caught on the wrapped presents. There were only two because Anna wasn’t coming and he’d never bought Leena anything prior and wasn’t about to grab a tacky airport gift last minute. But Nick and his parents had presents from him; one hefty sized box for Nick with a pair of boxing gloves supposedly worn by Sugar Ray Leonard and a card for his folks, a Swedish getaway in a romance resort.
His foot jerked to smash the damn box into the wall, but he refrained and walked out. As he passed Nick’s door he stopped for a second. “I’m going to take care of the damned snow. Don’t come out or anyth
ing.”
No response, from either Nick or Leena. Stomping outside to do some good old manual labor on Christmas Night, he used his time wisely to figure out how he would steal Leena away from his brother. Finding out they’d slept together was the nail in the coffin, all the emotions he’d had for her one night so many years ago came pouring out and he and his brother had fought over plenty before. Why not try to take the best prize of all from him? His brother would move on, he’d had a different woman almost every time the pair had talked every year since puberty. But Jake hadn’t. Jake had dated one person after Leena, a rebound who he always compared to Leena and it doomed them from the start.
There was no way to justify what he wanted to do to his little brother. But his feelings for Leena took months to fully vanish last time and they hadn’t kissed like that. Now that he knew she liked him in some manner, he had to at least ask her to give him a chance.
“Asking never hurts.” A puff of air formed after each word from the cold and he shivered finally.
The coldness began to numb him over quickly because he forgot his gloves. But planning how he could prove he was better for Leena, without seeming like a competitive jerk, kept him focused enough to ignore the burn of cold that was snaking a path through his body just long enough to take care of the snow and pass out shortly after undressing.
Chapter 6
She saw him next to her, his head buried under his pillow, and smiled. Her body still buzzed from the night before. She wasn’t certain how sex with him compared to her previous lovers because it was so different. It boarded on the edge of darkness, but it all seemed geared to bringing them the most pleasure.
Her hand traced lazily over her shoulder and as he twitched, probably trying to get away from her she looked up at the window. The snow hadn’t stopped falling, but it was so light now. The flakes were barely big enough to see outside the window, but the ground was heaped with snow. She pushed Nick’s shoulder more.
“Nick, Nick get up there’s a lot of snow outside the window.” She got up out of bed and walked over to the window and sighed. “Never mind, some property caregiver must have come and shoveled the snow. Odd they put it right in front of the window.”
“Not odd. Shush. Sleep.” Nick was a muffled sounding mess with his face under the pillow and she chuckled.
There were some mornings, the ones without meetings, that if she didn’t personally call him, he’d sleep in well past his 5:05 a.m. alarm. She didn’t stop looking out the window. It was so beautiful. The calm after a storm.
“It’s essentially stopped you know.”
“Good. Let it stop. Come back to bed, Leena.”
She smirked and walked over to him and patted the pillow, right over the back of his head. “I think you gave more than enough orders last night and I’m not your assistant while we are on Christmas break. I never am. I should think after a round of screwing that would be more so.”
His hand reached out from the blanket and tugged the pillow off his head. He opened one amazing midnight blue eye and gave her the weirdest glare she’d ever seen. “Shush or out, Leena. It’s vacation and I earned rest.” He slammed the pillow back over his head and she snorted.
Eight Nineteen in the morning according the iHome sitting on her side of the bed. Plenty late for her. She bent down and lifted a small corner of the pillow off of him so she could kiss his cheek. “I’m going to see about food, since you didn’t seem to come in with any last night and we definitely didn’t eat dinner.”
She thought she heard a stifled laugh, but she wasn’t sure. She grabbed her sweater and pants off the floor, but left the underwear. Putting on underwear once it was off was a pet peeve. Putting on any clothes really was, but she had no choice. She wasn’t going to make a naked dash. She was positive Jake would have known what happened, and she almost wished she could have spoken to him first, but the kiss was probably nothing. A crush years ago didn’t amount to much down the road.
Or does it? Her eyes drifted over to Nick as she put her hand on the door and opened it. Noise drifted from the kitchen, an Aerosmith album if she wasn’t mistaken. She closed the door quietly, as if she could sneak past Jake.
“Leena?” he called out and she flinched.
Sighing deeply she stopped outside the room she was supposed to have slept in.
“Give me like two minutes, Jake. Have hot cocoa and I’ll forgive you for not making me whatever you’re cooking.”
She heard him laugh and run the water for the drink. Stripping the clothes off, she slipped into a pair of ruby red denim jeans and a white top. Her eyes drifted over to the beautiful dress she would most likely never get to wear and sighed dramatically. “Not like you can wear it to breakfast, genius.”
Leena raked her fingers through her hair and tried to shake off the sexy feeling she had left over. Even if the kiss meant nothing, she didn’t need to strut in his face that he didn’t get laid last night.
She found him standing in the kitchen with two plates next to him. She walked in and he looked up, somehow knowing she was there.
“Hot cocoa is in the microwave. Turn it on. I didn’t know how long you’d be.”
She crossed behind him and felt a tingle as they touched and shook it off. She slammed the power button and turned to look at the plate. “Pancakes?”
He flipped another onto the full plate and poured more batter in. She found herself transfixed at the muscles she could see through his long sleeve tee. “Mom always made pancakes the next morning. Something needed to go right.”
The pain that reflected out of his eyes almost tore her apart. She knew then that Nick hadn’t been wrong. One kiss didn’t make a man look like that. Years of feelings did and she knew that better than anyone. She’d been staring at Nick like that for forever. So why was it fair that only one of them was going to get to be happy?
The shrill beep of the microwave made her jump. Jake rolled his eyes and turned back to the cooking. She hadn’t responded and with the lump in her throat she couldn’t. What would she have said anyway? ‘Sorry I’m with your brother, but that kiss melted me, keep trying you’ll find the right girl?’ And then the thought of another girl had her clenching the mug so hard it jerked in her hand and hot liquid slushed over her hand and she cursed.
He turned and his eyes changed immediately. Concern seeped in and pushed the anger and hurt out. He took her hand and guided her to the kitchen sink, kissing the screaming red burn before lowering it under the water.
“You’re almost as clumsy as you are when you’ve had too much champagne, Leena.” His mouth was serious, but his eyes were smiling. His thumb ran gentle circles over her hand and he let the cool water run over the burn. She knew she should take her hand back, but she didn’t want too. She wasn’t sure if she would ever want to have him not touching her like this again.
Their eyes met and she felt lost in the dark blue depths. Without the ring around them, she knew she was staring at Jake, not Nick. She stood there, eyes locked with his as he soothed her burn for almost five minutes. Neither one of them moved.
Jake turned the water off without breaking eye contact, or skin contact. He breathed deeply and that was when the spell broke. She grabbed her hand out his, harsher than she’d meant to and his eyes hardened. He took a step back and she saw the tension radiating through his body.
“Jake, I’m sorry. I am. I shouldn’t have just sat here just now.”
He poured batter into the pan and she heard the sizzle, but no comment from him. He slammed the batter down onto the counter and turned abruptly.
“What if I’d been first?” His voice was strained, laced with a desperation she wasn’t certain she knew men could have.
“First what, Jake?”
“If I’d been here first. If I’d never listened to Nick when he told me not to pursue you, that you didn’t like men like the DeMarco’s.” His words hurt. She’d been putting Nick off of her mind for so long at one point she’d mentioned she would never date
a man with a company because they’d never have time for her. So Nick’s warning may not have had anything to do with feelings for her.
“It didn’t happen that way, Jake. In fact, I don’t even think I understand how you can come to such feelings from one night.”
“So it’s better to develop feelings over a period of eleven years than to know you found the one on the spot?” His voice wasn’t accusatory, but she felt like he was belittling her.
“That’s not what I said.”
His body stepped up to her and crowded her against the counter. She felt a little water from cooling her hand that pooled on the lip of the sink.
“But you implied.” His head dipped down and his lips captured hers. It was brief, but it slammed through hard and powerfully. He pulled back and she swore she licked her lips to get more of the taste of him. “I love my little brother. I have no intention of hurting him. But you don’t kiss like that when you don’t have feelings for someone. Acting is fine and dandy, but you wouldn’t act like that if you were trying to push me away.”
She swallowed. It was the only thing she could do because he was right. He made no move to back up and she made no move to push him away, but she didn’t make a move to kiss him, to urge him on. The vibration of his phone on the counter made him turn and cross the kitchen to grab it.
His eyes didn’t leave hers and he picked up the phone. “Mother?” He kept his eyes on hers and he walked from the room and Leena hoped the rest of the DeMarco’s got here soon or Jake would leave. He was a becoming an emotional danger to the dream she thought she’d wanted for eight years.
The cold water streamed down his head and washed over his body. The thought of a cold shower should have driven Nick nuts, but he always loved the icy chill to help wake him up. It wasn’t even about the night he had just spent with Leena. Which he was going to make sure happened on a repeat if his mother and stepfather didn’t show tonight.
His mind was everywhere as he showered. The small window in the shower showed the snow slowing to a crawl now. He’d not only wanted to get out on a few runs up the lift before he went back to work, but he wanted to take Leena outside for snow angels. It was one of the only things he knew about why she liked the snow so much. She’d told him it was the way it felt as it kissed her skin and then seeing the human body make something ethereal. His Christmas gift to her couldn’t just be sex. No matter how hot it was.