Inked (Tattoos and Leather)

by Holland, Jaymie

  Sean was aroused. The hard length of him couldn’t be more obvious against her lower back. The ripple of his breath against her ear was making her crazy, that and wondering about his tattoo, and—

  You lost your job…

  Our fault…

  “What?” Megan shook her head, catching Sean’s chin and knocking his face away from her. He stepped back, but kept his hands on her waist.

  Nick remained unmoving, still staring at her. “Unfortunate,” he said. “Let us make it up to you.”

  “I—unfortunate?” Megan curled her fingers into fists as her thoughts cleared and reality struck her like a blunt bolt of fury. “I got fired because of you two?”

  “Laid off,” Sean said.

  Megan hit Nick in the chest with both fists, hard, but not as hard as she wanted to. “Get away from me.”

  He gave ground, raising his hands. “Let us make it up to you,” he said again.

  “Make up for me not having a job?” Megan waited for Sean to let her go, and when he didn’t, she elbowed him with all the force she had spared Nick.

  The sound of his grunt as he turned her loose almost made her laugh—from near insanity, not happiness.

  “Make up for not having my rent. Make up for me not being able to pay my bills. Sure. Whatever.” Megan glared at Nick, then wheeled on Sean, who had his hand on his midsection where her elbow had made contact.

  It was like standing in a mirrored room, seeing double.

  He does have a tattoo. Tribal, but not a blade. More like flames.

  Megan shook her head again. Did she really care what was stamped on this asshole’s neck? They had just admitted they got her fired. Probably some sort of consultants for the new no-humans-required dictation system.

  “Megan,” Sean said, his expression unreadable, but Megan didn’t want to talk to him—to them—anymore.

  She bent down and picked up her box. “I’m leaving now,” she said, managing to look at both twins at the same time. “Don’t follow me.”

  Then, before they could answer her, before she unleashed anymore of the violence she felt, Megan shouldered her way between the men. She marched away, clutching the box to her chest and refusing to let herself look back.

  Chapter 3

  Sean rubbed his abs as he watched Megan walk away, her chin tilted high, her back straight as an arrow, and her auburn hair swinging above her shoulders. She’d given him a damned good jab with her elbow. Yes, that one had spirit and fire.

  He turned his gaze on his brother. “We should go after her.”

  Nick shook his head. “Not now. But soon.”

  Sean thought it over. He didn’t necessarily agree, but Nick was the more dominant of the two of them. Sean was just as Alpha as his brother, but Nick tended to take the lead when it came to their women.

  Their women.

  It had been a while since they’d found anyone who could handle both of them at the same time. And Nick and Sean did everything together. It was the way they were designed, destined to pleasure one woman at a time. Together.

  “Megan Faircloth might be pissed now, but she wants us.” Nick watched after Megan, too. “We will make her ours.”

  Sean nodded as she disappeared through the glass doors of DII and into the day that was already growing dark from clouds heavy with snow. Both wanted Megan and they always got what they wanted. Always. In this case it might take a little extra time, but it would happen.

  They’d always been attracted to redheads. The moment they first saw her, something had clicked. They had noticed a natural submissiveness in her gaze in the way she would divert her eyes, and hoped to someday have the appropriate moment to act upon it.

  Nick and Sean had seen that Megan also practiced random acts of kindness on a few of the occasions they’d been in the office. Once a little boy had wandered away from his mother who had been in the reception area, and Megan had helped the boy find his mother. Another time, they had overheard her consoling the receptionist who had been going through a bad breakup.

  They’d also seen her interact with her boss—the one they would soon fire—and had seen her stand up for herself. They admired her spunk and her personality.

  After one last look in the direction that Megan had gone, Sean looked back at his twin and grinned. “Merry Christmas to us.”

  The corner of Nick’s mouth turned up. “I would say it is going to be a Merry Christmas indeed.”

  “There’s something about Megan.” Sean thought about the covert way Megan had watched them every time they were near the typists’ area. “She’s different from any other woman we’ve been with.”

  Nick looked like he was thinking it over. “She’s the kind of woman a man could settle down with for the rest of his life.” He had a faint look of surprise at his own words.

  “She’s kind of woman we might just want to keep,” Sean said. “The one we’ve been looking for.”

  Sean could almost see the gears whirring in his brother’s head. “Possibly,” Nick said.

  “Definitely,” Sean countered and Nick gave a nod, conceding the point to Sean.

  The twins picked up their long black coats that were draped over the briefcases they had set down in order to come to Megan’s aid. Each slid into his coat.

  Of one mind, Sean and Nick fell in step with each other as they walked through the lobby of their building. One of their buildings.

  During the eleven years since they had received their Masters in Business and Entrepreneurship, the Dorian twins had amassed a fortune and had holdings worldwide. However, they had never been content to rest on their laurels. They had a joint drive to succeed beyond all measures.

  One of the reasons for the desire to amass so much wealth was the ability and means to give back and contribute to the community. Their favored charities to support were those helping abused women and children as well as those working diligently on cancer research.

  Their father hadn’t abused the twins, but he had verbally abused their mother. He had beaten her down with his words and walked on her as if she was a throw rug. She had died of brain cancer when they were still young, but they’d never forgiven their father for how he’d treated their mother. When they were young they’d blamed him for their mother’s passing.

  As Nick and Sean walked toward the front entrance, Sean couldn’t help but think of Megan with her cinnamon eyes, shiny auburn hair and curves in all the right places. Freckles were adorably sprinkled across her pert nose. Even more freckles were scattered along her collarbone and the curves of her breasts that had been visible when she was on her knees, leaning forward. Both he and Nick had enjoyed the view.

  She’d been so adorable when she had watched them on the occasions they were in the office, and clearly she’d thought they hadn’t noticed. If they didn’t have such a strict policy about not dating their employees, they would have found out everything they could about her, including her name, and would have approached her long ago.

  Now she wasn’t employed by DII. That had not been intentional on their part, but as far as Sean was concerned, it had worked in their favor.

  Sean pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and sent a text message to their driver. He thought about how Megan had been pinned between him and his twin, if only for a short time. Damn, but her body had felt so fine against his that he had gone instantly hard. Such soft, supple curves that he couldn’t wait to have bared to him and his brother.

  Silently, Nick and Sean continued to the front entrance. Their synchronized movements were not conscious. It was merely the result of the connection between them that had existed since they had been in the womb. When they were young, their mother had brought out the ultrasound images where the brothers had held hands, showing the connection they’d had before they were even born.

  Christmas trees blazing with white lights, gold and cream bows and gold decorations graced either side of the entrance. Together they walked past the trees, exited through the glass doors, and strode to
the curb where their chauffeur would arrive any moment. Jensen would have been waiting in the car in the garage beneath their building.

  They stood side by side as New York City pedestrians walked past, jostling each other yet not bumping into Sean or Nick. It was as if a force field protected the twins.

  Snowflakes drifted from the sky, landing on the concrete and asphalt and disappearing. Soon the snow would start to stick. At least a foot of snow was expected to fall overnight.

  Across the street a Santa rang a brass bell while people passing on the street dropped coins into a red bucket hanging on a stand. Holiday displays lit up the windows of every building along the busy street.

  Gold wreaths with cream bows that matched the Christmas trees hung in the windows of the Dorian building. Gold garlands were draped from wreath to wreath in window after window. The trees in front of the building were wrapped with white lights that glittered in the early evening.

  Within moments Jensen arrived in the Rolls Royce and pulled the vehicle up to the curb. The twins did not wait for Jensen to open their doors. Sean went to the left side of the vehicle and slid inside. Nick entered on the right and sat facing Sean.

  Without needing to ask, Sean got out the Waterford crystal decanter and poured each of them two fingers of the finest brandy money could buy. He handed Nick one of the crystal glasses and picked up his own.

  They raised their glasses in a toast and as one said, “To Megan.”

  Sean knocked back his drink, feeling the welcome warmth of the liquid as it went down. He lowered his glass to see that his twin had done the same. Sean had not expected anything different.

  “We have a problem.” Nick idly looked at his empty glass then held it out to Sean who had already picked up the decanter.

  Sean poured each of them two more fingers of brandy. “Yes. Megan’s situation is most certainly a problem.”

  This time they drank the brandy more slowly, not overly conscious of mirroring each other as they put the glasses to their lips simultaneously.

  Sean lowered his drink. “What do you propose we do with sweet and sexy Megan Faircloth?”

  “Pay her next month’s rent.” Nick looked thoughtful as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Find her a job through one of our contacts with a good salary as well as bonuses. We obviously can’t employ her due to our policy, but we can make sure she’s placed well.”

  Sean gave a quick grin. “I know exactly what kind of bonus we will give her.”

  “I’m of the same mind.” Nick was clearly amused. “Although a monetary bonus would likely be appreciated.”

  “We’ll have Susan track down her vitals,” Sean said.

  “Where she lives, how much her rent is, if she lives with anyone, etcetera, etcetera.” Nick withdrew his cellphone and pressed a single digit before putting the phone on speaker and setting it on the seat beside him.

  “Yes, Mr. Dorian?” came the soft southern accent with steel behind every word.

  On the surface Susan might look like a beautiful southern belle, but she could more than handle working for the Dorian brothers, which said a lot. They weren’t easy taskmasters yet she had proven to be indispensable. They couldn’t imagine running the business without her.

  “Susan, we have something that needs to be attended to immediately,” Nick said without preamble.

  “Yes, sir.” Her tone was brisk and Sean imagined her ready with her iPad to take notes.

  Nick ran through the list of what they wanted their right-hand woman to take care of.

  “Right away, sir,” Susan said in her deceptively soft southern drawl.

  “Thank you, Susan.” Nick disconnected the call.

  Jensen pulled the Rolls up to the building they had called home since they’d made their first fifty million dollars. After they exited the car, briefcases in hand, Nick and Sean entered the building as the doorman opened the door for them.

  Sean and Nick nodded as one to the doorman and to the security guard before they went to the farthest elevator. Sean took out his keycard, waved it in front of the elevator’s sensor pad, and a car immediately opened. It was their private elevator and always ready to transport them to whichever floor they might wish to visit.

  Nick pressed the button for the penthouse and the elevator doors swished closed before the car whisked them up to the top floor. They entered a lobby with an enormous fresh holiday bouquet at the center of a large granite table. Sean waved his keycard to allow them entrance to their home, and together they pushed open the double doors and entered the penthouse.

  The doors opened up into a room of expansive white carpeting, floor-to-ceiling windows, glass, chrome, and black furnishings.

  Their butler, Reginald, appeared and he bowed at the shoulders. “Good evening, sirs.”

  “It is a very good evening,” Nick said with a smile.

  Sean gave a nod of agreement. Indeed it was.

  Reginald took their long coats and draped them over one arm. “What do you require of me this evening?”

  Sean glanced at his watch. “Why don’t you put on the Knicks game?”

  “Of course.” Reginald bowed again and retreated to hang their coats and turn on the TV in their movie room.

  Nick and Sean walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stood with their hands behind their backs. The view from their penthouse was astonishing, and the Christmas lights glowing along the streets and on the buildings added to the beauty of the evening.

  The twins had always enjoyed this time of year and this Christmas looked to be a jolly one.

  Nick’s phone rang. He drew it out of his pocket, looked at the caller ID, and pressed the speaker button. “Yes, Susan?”

  “I have the information you requested, sir,” their assistant said.

  Nick answered with, “Go ahead.”

  Susan ran through the information they had requested and then some. Yes, their assistant was thorough, always going above and beyond what was required of her.

  When she finished, Nick said, “Email the data to us.”

  “Of course,” Susan responded. “Have a good evening, sirs.”

  “You, as well,” Sean said.

  Nick disconnected the call and slid his phone into his pocket. “That’s all we need for now.”

  Sean gave a nod. “For now.”

  Yes, Megan was special. Even though they had barely spoken with her, Sean knew soul-deep that she was meant for them.

  The sound of the game came from the movie room. Tonight was an away game, the New York Knicks versus the Memphis Grizzlies. Dorian International Imports had a full-season suite at the stadium and the twins frequented the games. Sometimes they entertained clients, other times they’d entertained a woman.

  Nick and Sean never shared more than one woman at a time even though they could easily have as many women as they wished. Pleasuring one woman, dominating one woman was exactly what they wanted and how it had always been. They had shared women since their first sexual experience and it would always be that way.

  Sean’s bedroom was on one side of the penthouse, Nick’s bedroom on the opposite side. When they shared a woman they had a very special room they used just for her.

  Sean imagined having Megan with them in the suite. He thought about how soft her body had been against his and he grew hard again. He couldn’t wait to have her between them again…only next time it would be skin against skin, soft curves against hard flesh.

  He smiled and Nick looked at him. “Soon,” Nick said, clearly knowing what his twin was thinking about.

  Sean gave a nod as he echoed, “Soon.”

  Chapter 4

  “No need.” The super, Marty, held up his meaty hand, refusing the cash Megan and her roommate, Drew, had scraped together, including two rolls of quarters and one roll of nickels. “Rent’s paid, ladies.”

  “What?” Megan’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, right?”

  Marty snorted. “You think I wouldn’t take your money if it wasn�
�t paid?”

  “Who paid it?” Drew leaned closer to the service window, her ample bosom over the shelf in front of the window. Her dark hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders, and her breath fogged the window, blurring the view of the super’s round, red face before he turned away from them to poke around on his basement office tool shelf.

  Marty shrugged, picked up a screwdriver, and shifted his attention to a motor on the other side of the counter. “Courier service brought it yesterday morning. It was in cash, the exact amount of your rent, with your apartment number and names on the card. Figured one of you sent it.”

  Megan stood beside Drew, clutching the bills and coin rolls. No way somebody had paid their rent. No way.

  She hadn’t stopped looking for a job for three solid days, but she hadn’t had any luck. They had decided to pay bills in order of importance, and then due date. The money for rent was all they had scraped up so far—and now—

  Oh, wait. Megan stared at the cash in her hands. The twins.

  Let us make it up to you…

  But—no.

  She had punched Nick, elbowed Sean, and stormed away from them without a backward glance. She wished she could say she hadn’t given either one of the men a second thought, but she had been thinking about them pretty much non-stop in the three days since she’d stalked out of DII.

  “Any ideas?” Drew asked her when it became clear the super was through talking.

  Megan had to force her attention away from the money and the twins yet again. “Somebody you know, maybe?” Megan said to Drew. “You have more admirers than I do. Mine equals zero, so that wouldn’t be too difficult.”

  “Not admirers. Happy customers.” Drew grinned. “But not happy enough to spring for our rent. Has to be you, honey.”

  There’s just no…way… Hell, they didn’t even know where she lived. Unless they’d managed to get it from DII. But human resources wouldn’t give that info to a pair of consultants—would they?

  It couldn’t be.

  Megan had no idea what to say.

  “I’ll deposit this at the bank in a few hours.” Drew took the cash out of her hands. “We’ll make the utilities now, no sweat.”