I pushed her back. “Take the ring off,” I ordered.
“Why?” She looked confused.
Dylan followed us inside a few seconds later. He had parked her car inside the garage.
I reached for her hand. I wanted him to see it too.
“Out there, people might think you two belong together, but in here you’re ours.” I wiggled the diamond over her knuckle and off the tip of her finger. I placed it on the foyer table in a bowl made from Austin granite. “You’re mine too, baby. Understand? That ring doesn’t belong in my bed.”
She nodded. “I’m yours, Isaac.”
“Good.”
Dylan slammed the door. “What the fuck happened at that interview?”
I shook my head. “You should have warned everyone about Chantel.” I eyed him.
We all wandered into the kitchen. I’d made sure my house manager stocked the fridge and bar with plenty of wine for Vanessa. I had caseloads of Texas beer. I tossed one to Dylan. He twisted the top off.
“That was a long time ago. She has a boyfriend. I don’t know what the fuck her problem was.”
I showed Vanessa the different wines she had to choose from. She selected a white and smiled. “I like bubbles sometimes.”
I popped the cork off the bottle and poured a tall glass for her. It was some kind of Prosecco. I wondered if this was the gateway to me learning about wines.
She twirled to face Dylan. “Sometimes women just don’t like to see men with other women. It’s that simple.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
She nodded. “Yep. That’s all it was. She was jealous.”
“Who the hell knew that,” he mused, chugging the beer.
“At least we got that over with.” Vanessa sat on the tall wooden bar stool. “I didn’t know where she was going with those questions. I was nervous. More nervous than I should have been with all that prep Steve did.”
I leaned against the counter, pressing my leg next to hers. “What was that shit about your brother?” I asked.
The beer was cold. I was going to need more than one tonight. I had no plan of us turning in early.
Vanessa sighed. “Danny isn’t coming back. It’s not anything you have to worry about.”
“Where is he?”
She played with the edge of her glass. “My half-brother is probably partying in Paris. Hong Kong? I can’t keep track anymore.”
“Are you kidding?” Dylan pulled up the seat next to her.
“No. He dropped out of college and started the Danny McCade world party tour. That was eight years ago. He went through his inheritance pretty quickly. I don’t know how much of it he has left.”
I rubbed the back of my head. “Shit, Vanessa. That’s crazy.”
“Did you say half-brother?” Dylan asked.
“Yeah. Same dad. Different moms.” She seemed nervous to look at us. “I never met Danny’s mom, or mine. We were the products of some quick romances my father had. At least that’s how my grandmother explained it.” She smiled nervously. “I know now that they bought us for exchange for their silence. My dad wasn’t exactly father material. I shouldn’t be surprised my brother is just like him.”
“You don’t know who your mother is?”
She shook her head. “No. And there’s no way to track her down. She could have been a waitress, maybe a Warriors dancer. There’s no telling. I used to pretend she was an artist and ran off to Paris to paint. It sounds better than telling people your mother was possibly a stripper.”
“Damn it, Vanessa. That’s messed up.”
“It is, but Danny lived the same life I did. If I could stick around and face it, why couldn’t he?”
“You don’t think he’s going to show up and want the Warriors?” Dylan asked. It was the first time I had seen him look worried through any of this.
“God no, but can we talk about something else?” she asked. “I don’t like talking about my brother. I shouldn’t have opened the McCade family vault. It’s dark in there. I’m sorry. Can we change the subject? Please? Anything. Tell me about practice. Distract me.”
I had a lot of misconceptions about the McCades. One, was that the money gave them everything they wanted. They lived in their billion-dollar compound, surrounded by servants and staff. They owned an incredible franchise. Another was that life must be easy for them. I honestly had no idea Vanessa’s brother was AWOL. Or that she had no idea who her mother was. It never occurred to me to care about corporate. I kept my head down and played ball.
But seeing the hurt flash in her eyes, I knew both of those things weren’t the case. There was a lot the McCade money hadn’t given her and her life had been anything but easy.
“Oh no. No more work talk.” I looked over her toward Dylan. “I think I promised you a hot shower. After today, you need it.”
He nodded. It was weird how we had this new way of communicating when it came to Vanessa. It was like we could read each other’s mind. I labeled it as our new fuck radar.
“Oh, yes. Just point me in the right direction.” She tilted her lips so she could drink the rest of the bubbly prosecco. “I’d love to try your shower.”
I took that as my cue. I lifted her in my arms.
“Isaac.” She looked at me, tilting her head in a way that made my heart race.
“We’re going to make sure you’re plenty hot and wet tonight.”
Her eyes rolled back. “Really?” she mewed.
I carried her to the back of the house where my master suite was. Dylan had started shedding clothes on the walk through the hall. He was naked by the time I lowered Vanessa’s feet on the tile floor.
I turned the water on to full heat, and pressed the steam button. Within seconds the steam was billowing over the tall towered glass walls of the shower. I’d had this place remodeled when I bought the ranch two years ago.
I pivoted, taking Vanessa’s mouth, while Dylan started to undress her. She moaned as he raked the clothes from her body. Her fingers worked the buttons on my shirt until they were unfastened.
I sucked the corners of her mouth, tasting the sweet wine on her tongue. My hands coasted over her shoulders to her breasts, twisting her tits between my fingers.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
“Shower,” Dylan said, exhaling sharply.
I stepped out of my pants while he led her inside. The water ran over her gorgeous body. The droplets outlined the curves of her tits and the softness of her stomach. I dropped to my knees in front of her.
Her hands fingered through my hair, threading the water through the strands.
“Give me your pussy, baby.”
She looked in my eyes.
Dylan knelt behind her. As she rocked her hips forward my fingers splayed her velvety folds wide, exposing her glistening clit.
“Fuck.” I dove in, devouring her relentlessly.
“Oh Isaac.” She trembled as I flicked her clit, pushing my tongue in her pussy. I’d never tasted a woman like Vanessa. So ripe for me. So fucking eager to let me fuck her this way.
Dylan’s hands gripped her hips, sending her thrusts backward at a deeper angle. He rounded over her hips until he spread those sweet cheeks of hers.
I knew he had penetrated her ass when I heard the hiss from her lips turn to a groan of pleasure. It was the fucking hottest thing. She see-sawed between us as my tongue fucked her swollen pussy and she rode back on Dylan’s tongue. Back and forth, fucking our mouths. Grinding in our faces. Receiving pleasure on both sides. Abandoning her reservations. She was letting go—more than she had last night.
“Oh Dylan. Isaac. Shit. It’s too much. Stop. God, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
She was wild and frantic. Her breath was ragged. I spread her lips wider, sinking my tongue as far as I could. I felt her squeeze and clamp down around me. I could only imagine how tight her asshole was for Dylan. Fuck. This was hot.
I let my eyes drift up. Her hands were twisting her nipples, contorting them as s
he started to take off from the orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed.
I watched in awe as she came undone between us. The juices flowed in my mouth like honey. I lapped and sucked every ounce of them. Damn, I loved going down on this girl.
She gulped for air as we slowly backed away, trying to give her a chance to catch her breath.
“Oh my God.” She looked at me then Dylan.
“Feel good?” I waggled my eyebrows.
She collapsed on Dylan’s chest. She nodded. “I don’t think I can move.”
I reached over Dylan’s shoulder for the soap. “You don’t have to. You got her, brother?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
I brought my lips to her mouth, letting her taste how sweet her own juices were on my tongue. “We’ll help you get cleaned up before things get dirty again.”
She nodded. “So sweet.” She smiled sleepily, relaxed into Dylan’s hold.
“Now spread your legs, baby,” I commanded.
She had the most perfect wax job I’d ever seen. I ran my hand over her heat, admiring how clean and perfectly angled she was manicured.
“Ohh,” she sighed. “It’s so sore. But it’s a good pain.”
I rubbed between her thighs, taking the bubbles to her knees and down to her ankles. Every inch of her skin was beautiful. I didn’t think a more perfect woman existed.
I ran up the other side, landing between her folds again. “Ohh.” Her head rolled back on Dylan’s shoulder.
He bit at her ear. “I want to watch him fuck you a little.”
I looked at him.
“It’s hot as shit,” he explained.
He didn’t have to tell me. I knew. Something about her made every sexual fantasy a reality.
“I want you,” she whimpered, looking in my eyes with desperation.
I wanted to give that to her. She deserved everything she wanted. I hoisted her leg around my waist.
“I don’t have any condoms in the shower, baby.”
She mewed so sweetly.
“I promise I won’t come inside you.”
She nodded eagerly.
I pressed my cock against her clean pussy. So soft and wet. My mouth covered hers in a fevered kiss as I slid my dick inside her, pushing as far as I could. I thought I would lose control inside her heated velvet with nothing sheathing my cock. It was incredible. I’d never been this hard.
“Fuck that’s insane,” Dylan growled.
I rocked into her, lifting her other foot from the shower floor. I was deep inside her. This angle was perfect. I could drive myself inside her. Fuck her with abandon. Shake her to her core. Her tits bobbed, grazing my chest, slick with the bubbles I had drizzled on her.
“Fuck, I want her,” Dylan grunted.
Our moves were seamless. One giant play to the next—just like in practice.
She opened her eyes, twisting a kiss off my lips before Dylan wrapped his hands around her. I passed her over as she sank on his cock. I held her under her arms so he could slide in her pussy from behind. He had a tight grip on her waist, sending her forward into my chest.
She bit her lip. “Oh God.”
I was hard as steel. Fucking concrete. I’d never seen anything like it in my life.
She was wild with ecstasy. Beautiful. And she was ours. Only ours.
The water poured between us. The steam billowed in clouds.
“We have to get out of here,” I groaned. “We need condoms.” We needed more space. More leverage. More ground to cover. My bed was an oversized king. We could fuck all night.
I took her chin in my hand. “I bought you something special today. A surprise.”
Dylan scooped her up in his arms.
“You did?” She looked so innocent. Her bright blue eyes filled with purity.
“We want you to have everything you want. And after tonight, I think you’ll have it.”
25
Vanessa
It was a road I never thought I’d be on. But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see what was around the next corner. What was at the next intersection. Who was going to show me something I’d never seen on this journey? Dylan? Isaac? How many stops were on the way?
I looked in Dylan’s eyes as he carried me to Isaac’s bed. I felt light and delicate in his arms.
“Wait here, while I run to the truck for that surprise.”
He deposited me in the center of a pile of sheets. It was my first chance to take in Isaac’s room. There wasn’t much. I noticed a picture of a group of men with their arms slung over each other dressed in military uniforms. There was another one on the other side of his dresser of him and Dylan in Warriors T-shirts.
The furniture was heavy and dark. There was a big leather chair in the corner, that matched the massive leather tufted headboard.
Isaac walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The water glistened on his chiseled body. He took my breath away.
He leaned down, sweeping my leg to the side, planting a kiss on my knee before settling his tongue between my folds. I bucked with the sensations. He pushed my knees wide and I arched into him, loving how his tongue felt inside me.
He licked from my clit to my navel, kissing my skin. His eyes drifted up with hazy lust. “I’m so fucking addicted to your body, Vanessa. Do you know that?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He slid forward, pressing the ridges of his muscles into my soft flesh. He plucked my nipple between his teeth.
“It’s the only reason I even considered this arrangement. I can’t get enough of you.”
I bowed under the intensity. He sucked my breast into his mouth, roughly.
“Got it,” Dylan announced from the doorway. “Glad you got a chance to pick this up today.”
We both turned our heads. Isaac pressed back on his hands, leaving my breast perked and aching for his mouth again.
I whimpered.
He grinned. He knew I was addicted to him too. It was in every glance. Every kiss. I was falling just as hard. I couldn’t hide how I felt about him.
Dylan ripped open a black bag, revealing what was inside. He held up two items.
“What is that?” I asked shyly.
He crawled on the bed, dropping his towel in the process. His cock bounded forward. God, how I loved it. The thickness. The weight. What he could do with it.
“This, my little sex kitten is for your backdoor pleasure.” He winked, tossing a bottle to Isaac.
“Oh God.” I looked at the sparkling toy he held in his palm. It was pink. It looked like a vibrator, but there were beads attached, each one was larger as it neared the base.
Dylan flipped the switch on the bottom and it started to vibrate.
My eyes flashed to his. It was what I wanted. What I needed. The toy was like a therapy device to prepare me for the ultimate quest. I could never have them both, if I didn’t try this first.
I nodded eagerly. “Please, Dylan. God, yes.” I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him with lips of fire. He groaned pulling me on top of him as we fell onto the bed together.
I’d never had a single experience with a vibrator before. I’d had friends who swore by them, but none of my boyfriends were adventurous and I was too shy to ask for what I wanted in bed. That girl was gone. I’d left her on the side of the road. I had two men now who wanted to make all my fantasies a reality. And I was along for the ride—no matter where they took me.
Dylan’s hands fisted through my hair, yanking me toward him. “You’re so good, Vanessa. So sweet. Your little ass is so innocent,” he growled.
“Yes.” I nodded. “It is. I don’t want it to be anymore. It’s yours and Isaac’s now.”
He lips crushed into mine. My tongue twined against his. He reached between my legs, positioning his cock at my entrance.
“I need one of those condoms, man.”
I panted, waiting for him to roll one on after Isaac tossed it on his chest.
I hiss
ed with pleasure as he pushed inside me. I loved him right there in that tight spot.
I tried to arch back, but he gripped my hair tighter.
“Let me fuck you.”
“Ohh,” I whimpered. I loved the few moments in the shower when I got to feel both of them without the condoms. Dylan’s cock was so smooth, so warm sliding in and out of me. I loved how he felt skin against skin.
I tried to jerk when I felt the cold lube against my ass. Isaac ran his hands between my bottom, coating my rosebud.
I was like a live wire. The anticipation had my nerves popping and sizzling. Dylan thrust inside me, filling me, stretching me, creating an aching warmth in my core, but I knew Isaac was about to use the pink beads to penetrate my back door. The thought of how it would feel was almost enough to make me come on its own. I wanted it. It was so forbidden and erotic.
Dylan’s kisses grew rougher. His teeth nipped at me.
Isaac leaned over me. He kissed my back as he pushed the first bead at my back entrance.
My eyes rolled at the sensation.
“So fucking hot,” Dylan whispered. “Keep going, man. She loves it.”
I nodded. I couldn’t find the words even if I wanted to. I was reveling in the newness.
He pushed another bead in my ass, before drawing them out in slow motion.
“Ohh,” I cried. It was intense. It was like a fiery pain, but the longer he let the beads massage inside me, the more the pain turned to toe-curling pleasure. I had no idea something back there could feel so good. It was pure bliss, gratifying my body at a deeper plateau.
He thrust the beaded wand again, taking it up another level. There were three full beads inside me, whirling and vibrating. Dylan pumped his shaft in my pussy at the same time. I’d never felt so full. So overwhelmed with spiraling emotion.
“Fuck, your ass is gorgeous, baby.” Isaac kissed my bottom, then his teeth gnashed.
My eyes flared open. This was it. I knew there was only one more level. One more bead and it would be in all the way.
Dylan’s hands circled the back of my head, drawing my lips against his as Isaac fucked me with the widest stroke of the wand. He sank the vibrator in me, leaving it to stretch and open me. To prepare me for what I truly wanted. The cool gel soothed my skin, easing it in and out of me with slick gliding strokes.
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