Dr. Orgasm (A Holiday Romance Collection Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  Olly felt sick. “A possibility … but you and I both know that killers rarely change methods. The guy threatening Inca—if it wasn’t Kevin Harnett— always, always, stabbed his victims to death. So, if Inca was the intended target, then it was probably someone different, and more worryingly, it was someone who knew her well enough to know that it was her coat. It’s just a plain raincoat, right?”

  Knox considered. “You might be right.”

  “He’s not.”

  They both turned to see Inca, flanked by Tommaso Winter, at the door of their office. Inca was pale as she stepped into the room, her phone in her hand. She looked down at it as she read out what was obviously a text message. “I thought she was you. That’s why I ended her pain with the headshot. If it had been you, like it was supposed to be, you would have gotten all six in your belly so that you would have suffered what you deserve, you bitch. You’re going to die soon, Inca, and no one can save you.”

  She handed the phone to Olly then, who read it back, shaking his head. Inca looked at Knox, her eyes full of pain.

  “It should have been me, Knox. I’m so sorry. I wish it had been me instead of Scarlett; I would give anything to change places with her.”

  Tommaso gave a choked, distressed sound and she turned to him, putting a hand on his chest. Knox got up and put his hands on her shoulders. “It shouldn’t have been either of you, Inks. We’ll catch the son of a bitch who did this. I promise.”

  Olly nodded, but Inca noticed he didn’t look at Tommaso once. It was as if he didn’t exist. “We’ll get him, Inca. Can you stay awhile? We’d like to ask you some questions.”

  “Of course.”

  Tommaso—who ignored Olly too—kissed her cheek. “Darling, Raff is flying in from Italy this morning—I’ll go pick him up. Stay here until we come for you, okay? To be safe?”

  He looked at Knox, who nodded. “Don’t worry, Tommaso. She’ll be safe with me.”

  Olly waited until Tommaso had left before speaking again. “So, why he’d drop the restraining order?”

  Knox gave him a warning look, but Inca sighed. “He realized he’d overreacted and, given the situation last night, he thought you being suspended was not helpful.”

  Olly rolled his eyes and Inca half-smiled at him. “He backed down, Olly. Now you have to do your bit.”

  Olly held his hands up. “Fine. Now, let’s get some coffee and talk.”

  Raffaelo hadn’t slept on the flight back to Seattle. All he could think of was Inca lying dead on the freezing ground, riddled with bullets. What was it about her that made men’s bloodlust flow so vehemently?

  Lust. Desire. Jealousy.

  Speaking of which … what had Tommaso meant?

  She needs both of us.

  Was he really suggesting they share Inca?

  “That’s exactly what I mean,” Tommaso said an hour later as he turned the car towards the city and pulled away from the airport. “Obviously, it’s up to Inca, but if she wants both of us, I want to make sure she is given every chance of happiness.”

  Raffaelo studied his brother. “Tommaso … have you been taking your medication?”

  Tommaso half-smiled. “This is not that, Raff; I promise. Nor is it some kind of masochistic act of self-sabotage. We just need to think differently and not care about what society thinks. We are both in love with Inca; she is in love with both of us. Should she choose one of us over the other—we’ll deal with that later. Until then …”

  “Are you talking about sleeping with her? Both of us?”

  Tommaso nodded, looking faintly surprised. “Of course. It wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

  Raff turned away from his brother’s intense gaze. “So this is about Perdita.”

  “No.” Tommaso’s voice softened. “It’s not. Come on, Raff. How many times have we taken women back to our bed?”

  “Once or twice.”

  “And those women meant nothing. Inca is everything.”

  And Raffaelo could not argue with his brother.

  Inca looked over to the Sakura. She could not imagine ever going back into the place she had spent the last few years trying to make a success. Not now. She felt desolate and empty. Suddenly she was grateful someone else had bought the apartment from under her. Knowing she was sleeping above the place where Scarlett was murdered …

  No. I couldn’t.

  Thank God for Tommaso insisting she move in with him and Raffaelo. She couldn’t help feeling a little excited that Raff was coming back from Italy. She felt like she was tumbling from a tightrope all the time now, and only Raff and Tommaso could hold her up. Someone—or someones—hated her enough to want to kill her, and if it hadn’t been for Tommaso and Raffaelo, she might have been tempted to give herself to her would-be killer to stop others dying. A part of her still wanted that.

  Inca looked around the quiet police office. Olly had gone to speak to the cops working the homicide, and now she sat alone with Knox. Her friend looked shattered, and she realized he could not have slept at all.

  “I’m sorry, Knox,” she said in a soft voice, and he half-smiled at her.

  “Stop saying that, Inks. It’s not your fault.” He reached over and took her hand. “We’ve gotten in touch with Scarlett’s parents; they’re coming down from Everett now.”

  Inca shook her head. “God. I can’t imagine.”

  “Yes, you can. We can all imagine what they’re going through.”

  “Yeah.”

  Knox was studying her. “Did you get checked out at the hospital, Inks?”

  “I wasn’t hurt.”

  “Not physically, but …”

  He was interrupted by the arrival of Tommaso and Raffaelo. Inca felt her face burn when she saw Raff, and his eyes fixed on hers, soft, concerned. Tommaso had heard what Knox said.

  “We’ll ask our doctor to take a look at her.”

  Inca felt irritated. “I am here, you know.”

  Tommaso half-smiled. “Sorry. Look, are you free to go? We need to talk to you. Both of us.”

  Knox nodded. “Inca’s been very helpful.”

  Inca hugged him.

  “Knox, go to Nancy’s and get some rest.”

  “I will. Thanks, Inks.”

  The fires were lit when they reached the Winter mansion, and Inca was glad of the warmth. Outside, the snow had begun to fall heavily, with blizzards predicted, so the house had been preparing for possible isolation. All the staff had been sent home to their families. Raff poured them all a glass of warming scotch and Inca pulled her legs up under her as she watched the two brothers silently move around the room.

  “You said you wanted to talk to me?”

  Tommaso glanced at Raff, who gave the smallest nod. “We do. After everything that has happened, this may not seem the time to talk about the three of us, but I think we need to.”

  Inca looked at Raff, her heart pounding a little. “You think so too?”

  “I do.”

  She sat forward, still nursing the glass of scotch, feeling her skin burning. She hesitated a moment before saying in a quiet voice, “Don’t ask me to choose between you. Please. Anything but that.”

  “We’re not. We’re saying—We’re both saying … it could be the three of us. No one need know—personally, I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks, but I know you might. But this thing could stay between us.”

  Inca looked at Tommaso, trying to tell if this was a test or not. Somehow, she didn’t think so. Her heart was banging hard against her ribs. She looked at Raffaelo. “How would this even work?”

  Raff hesitated, then gently placed his glass down on the table and held out his hand. “Why don’t we show you?”

  Inca felt as if she were in a dream as the brothers both moved toward her. Was she really going to do this? The fire crackled in the grate as Raffaelo bent his head to kiss her mouth and she felt Tommaso’s fingers at the zipper of her dress. Then as he pulled it down, his lips against her spine. She closed her eyes, breat
hless, tangling one hand in Raffaelo’s hair, the other reaching back to cup Tommaso’s cock through his jeans. Raffaelo pulled her dress from her shoulders and lifted a breast from its lacy cup to take the nipple into her mouth.

  “Oh God,” she whispered as they took her over, losing herself in the sensations shivering through her body.

  Raffaelo’s fingers slid into her panties and caressed her clit as Tommaso’s cock, diamond-hard and huge, entered her from behind, thrusting hard into her wet and pulsing cunt. Raffaelo buried his face in her belly, his tongue stabbing at her navel in rhythm with Tommaso’s thrusts, Raff’s fingers rough on her clit. Tommaso reached around and caressed her breasts, his thumbs strumming a relentless beat across her nipples. His mouth was on Inca’s neck, hot, and his teeth grazed her skin as he took her. She came quickly, feeling Tommaso withdraw before he came, then his hot sticky cum pumping on her ass. Raff growled his desire, and before she could recover, he had laid her on the desk in the room, tugging her legs around him and plunging his equally enormous cock deep inside her.

  Inca was lost in a world of delirious pleasure. Tommaso offered her his cock, and she took him in her mouth hungrily as Raffaelo fucked her, licking the salty cum on Tommaso’s cock, tasting them both. Raff’s thrusts got harder, and she opened her legs further, wanting him deeper inside her, his cock stretching her wider and wider. She came again and again, drinking down Tommaso’s cum as he reached climax, feeling Raff pull out and ejaculate on her belly.

  Neither brother was going to let her catch her breath. Tommaso flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her ass as she took Raff’s cock into her mouth. Tommaso slid two fingers into her cunt as his cock moved slowly but rhythmically inside her ass, and Inca could have happily died at that moment, feeling so utterly loved.

  They moved to the bedroom where Inca straddled Raffaelo, impaling herself on his cock as Tommaso entered her from behind. Being fucked at the same time by these gorgeous, sensual men was like nothing she had ever experienced. Tommaso fondled her breasts as he fucked her. Raffaelo stroked her belly and fingered her navel, looking up at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Hours passed, and when, finally, they all collapsed, utterly spent but still wrapped around her, Inca knew she would do anything with and for these two men. How on earth could it hurt anyone when it felt this good?

  “I don’t believe it.” Luna Rosenbaum’s voice was little more than a whisper as Olly told her the news. Her entire body was trembling, and she had to sit down. Her ice-blue eyes were red, and she wouldn’t look at her brother. Olly reached over to hug her, but she moved away and slumped into her sofa. “God.”

  He sat down next to her. “I know. Homicide is going to be all over this, but me and Knox will be working it too. We’ll get the bastard.”

  Luna dropped her head into her hands for a long moment. “It’s her again,” she said in a muffled voice, “getting people killed.”

  Olly frowned. “Who?”

  “Inca! Who else?”

  Olly let his sister rant on for a little while before putting his hand on her arm. “Enough now. You know as well as me that none of this is Inca’s fault. I don’t want to hear it anymore, Luna, I’m serious. Right now, you’re hurting—we all are, Inca included. And that girl loves you, Luna; don’t forget that.”

  Luna stopped and looked at him with an unreadable expression. Then she sighed. “I know. Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, just … don’t lash out. Inca’s got enough going on. And I don’t need to remind you that she’s saved your life on more than one occasion.”

  “Okay, okay.” Luna waved her hands in the air to stop him talking. “I’m sorry. I’m just … God, poor Scarlett.”

  “I know. Look, I’m bushed, so I’m going home. Can I trust you enough that you won’t go looking for Inca to start a fight?”

  Luna gave her brother an annoyed look. “Of course not. Look, it’s a blizzard out there. Why don’t you stay?”

  Olly shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

  Luna lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. Sleep evaded her, the pain in her chest overwhelming. Luna Rosenbaum rarely cried and rarely let her guard down but tonight she let the tears come, sobbing quietly into the pillow until she was exhausted. She got up and, walking into her little galley kitchen, splashed water on her face. She glanced out of the window, over to the police station. She knew Knox was working tonight. Luna grabbed her phone and tapped out a text. Seconds later her phone beeped.

  Come on over.

  She smiled, tossed a coat over her pajamas, pulled rubber boots on, and scooted down the stairs, out into the storm. As she pushed open the door of the police station, she could feel the tears start again.

  Inside, Knox took one look at her face and held out his arms.

  In the morning, the snow was five feet deep. Raffaelo and Tommaso lit fires to keep the big house warm, and they sat in the kitchen, the three of them cooking and eating and talking.

  Inca felt as if she should be … she didn’t know—embarrassed? Ashamed? But she didn’t feel that at all. It was so natural to be with the two of them, laughing and talking. It was as if the storm had come at just the right time, and looking out of the window now at the whiteout, she imagined the rest of the world had gone away.

  Maybe in this world, Scarlett is still alive, she thought, and tears sprang into her eyes.

  “What is it, mio caro?”

  Raffaelo had seen her tears, and as they spilled down her cheek, he swept them away with his warm fingers. They were alone. Tommaso had gone to take a shower after breakfast. Raffaelo pulled her into his arms, and she tilted her head back for his kiss.

  “I love you,” she whispered to him, and he smiled, his gaze intense on her face.

  “Ti amo, Inca.” His lips were firm against hers, his hands sliding into the robe she wore. He was shirtless, just in his jeans, and Inca slid her hands down to cup his cock, feeling the hot length against her hand.

  “I want you inside me, Raffaelo.”

  With a groan, he let her free him from his pants, then guided him inside her, his cock filling her entirely, her gasp of excitement all he needed to thrust hard. Coupled, they tumbled to the floor, Raffaelo pushing her legs up to her chest, sliding a pillow under her hips so he could sink balls deep inside her.

  So immersed in their fucking were they that neither saw Tommaso as he came back into the room. In his hand there was a small video camera. “Keep going, my loves. I want to watch you …”

  Why did this feel okay? Inca wondered if she had crossed a line here of decency, but then neither of the brothers looked at her with anything but absolute love and respect. Tommaso lay on the floor, aiming the camera at the sight of Raffaelo’s cock plunging in and out of Inca’s cunt.

  “We can watch it together while we fuck,” Tommaso said. He lowered his head to Inca’s breast and began to suck on her nipple, teasing the small bud until she cried out, coming violently, bucking and jerking as the two brothers tended to her. Raffaelo came inside of her then, his moans like honey to her ears.

  Tommaso, his huge erection obvious in his jeans, smiled at her. “Mio caro, shall we let Raffaelo in on our secret? Our casket of little pleasures?”

  The thought of being tied up and fucked by both of them made Inca squirm with pleasure, and she nodded. Tommaso kissed her lips as Raffaelo smiled in confusion.

  “What is this?”

  Tommaso got to his feet. “You’ll see. Raff, get Inca seated in one of those wooden chairs.”

  He disappeared, and Raff helped Inca, her legs still shaking, to her feet. God, he was beautiful, his sweat-flushed skin, his green eyes soft with love, his dark curls wild and messy.

  Inca sat in the chair, and he drew the back of his hand down his cheek. “Tu sei il motivo che respiro,” he said softly. You are the reason I breathe.

  Inca felt her heart swell with love.

  She stroked his cock, still sticky with cum and her juice
, then ran the tip of her tongue from the root to the tip, her fingertips tracing a delicate pattern up and down the shaft. Raffaelo groaned, and his cock thickened and lengthened again.

  Tommaso came back in with his wooden box of treats. He smiled when he saw them. “Good.” He drew the supple leather strips from the box.

  “Here’s what we’ll do ... Inca, I’m going to tie you to the chair; Raff, you will do to her what I tell you ... if I decide you both need punishing ...”

  Raff laughed. “I’m game ... Inca?”

  She nodded, sighing happily as Tommaso crisscrossed her body with the leather strap and tied her hands behind her back.

  “Raff ... spread her legs and kneel between them.”

  Raff dropped to his knees and pressed her legs far apart.

  “Further.”

  Inca felt her hips burn. Tommaso stopped and stared at her glistening, swollen cunt. “God, look how beautiful you are. Taste her, Raff.”

  Raff licked along her slit, savoring the taste of her, flicking his tongue around her clit then plunging it deep inside her.

  Tommaso walked behind her and pulled Inca’s head back and kissed her roughly. “Inca, mio caro, do you trust us?”

  She nodded, hungrily kissing him as Raff continued his ministrations to her pulsating sex. Tommaso smiled. “You know the safe word,” he whispered. “If you want us to stop, just say it. I’m going to try a few things ... if you don’t like any of it, say so immediately.”

  “I will.” She moaned as Raff brought her to orgasm with his tongue and she squirmed against the restraints.

  Raff looked up, smiling at her, then at Tommaso. “What now, brother?”

  “Stand and offer the lady a taste ...”

  Inca took Raff’s aching cock into her mouth and sucked him until he came, pumping hot creamy cum into her throat. She swallowed him down and gasped as Tommaso reached around and thrust a dildo into her cunt.

  “You like?”

  She nodded as he fucked her with the rubber toy, grinding her hips against his hands as he plunged it deeper and deeper into her until she came.