by Nikky Kaye
“Oh!”
“’S’okay, baby. Just relax.” His slick finger circled my rear entrance, sliding down now and then to tease both Jake and me where we connected.
Jake rolled me further over him, hitching my leg higher to give Dom better access. My heart thumped in my throat as he paused inside me.
Dom’s breath was hot on my neck as he curved around my back. His broad hands cupped my ass, spreading me open and tormenting me with tendrils of intense pleasure. I was on high alert, all my senses acutely aware of what was happening.
“Breathe.” Jake reminded me, blowing a playful breath against my parted lips.
My head tipped back a little. I looked at the leather headboard while trying to open up my throat and lungs. My heart and soul were already split wide.
Gently, slowly, I felt Dom broach the ring of muscle behind where Jake still filled me. Instinctively, I held my breath and stiffened up in anticipation. It was so tight! He nudged further in, stretching me until I winced. There was no way he was going to fit in there.
“You gotta breathe, honey.”
“Oh god!” When I let the air out of my lungs, Dom’s well-lubed cock passed the narrowest point, sliding into me fully.
“Fucking hell, Evie.” He panted into my hair, his voice husky. “You took me all the way in your ass, baby.”
Jake shifted his hips, reminding me of his cock still lodged in my pussy. Like I’d forgotten?
I was full. I didn’t know you could feel this replete. They surrounded me, lay siege to me, invaded me. But I felt… complete at the same time. Secure, sheltered, loved. These men were my armor now—my defense against the rest of the world.
“I have to move,” Dom ground out.
Twisting my neck as far as I could, I met his anxious gaze and smiled at him with encouragement. “You know you can’t get me pregnant this way.”
“You got me. This is just fun.” His grin was tight around the edges as he struggled to stay still. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Too late for that. I laughed, and both men groaned
If I thought the sensations of both of them embedded within me were intense, it was nothing to what I felt when they found a rhythm sawing in and out of me. It was indescribable—the density, the fullness, the keen knowledge that we were all together.
Dom’s mouth clamped down on my neck while Jake ran his tongue around my lips again. Their arms wrapped around me, their hands steadying, pushing and pulling at the same time.
My fingers curled, digging into Jake’s muscular back and then reaching back to find Dom’s flank. Pulling them closer to the edge with me. Their grunts and hoarse curses echoed in my ears. Every inch felt like a foot; every second lasted a minute.
All the while, the pressure building in me had nowhere to go, except for streaming through the rest of my body. Even with what little experience I had, I knew that this orgasm would be like nothing I’d felt before.
“I’m close.” Jake’s upper lip was damp with sweat, his chest rubbing against mine. “Dom?”
“Fuck, yeah. But Evie…”
I didn’t know if they were referring to me, or speaking to me directly. Clumsily, roughly, hands—I didn’t know whose—snuck between us to find my throbbing clit.
Within a few seconds, I felt both of them swell within me, hot and hard like freshly blown glass.
And I burst.
I think I screamed out that I was coming—at least it felt like it. But my voice was hoarse and small, all the room inside me taken up by pleasure. For a split second I wished they weren’t wearing condoms, so I could feel the hot flood of their release.
We were all damp with sweat, hot and trembling as we slowed to a stop. It probably wasn’t possible, but I thought I could hear their heartbeats as well as mine, thundering in my ears. Urgent grasps softened to feathery caresses and a low hum of satisfaction vibrated between us.
Wow. Holy fuck.
Jake kissed me and closed his eyes as he withdrew from me. Instantly I felt the loss. Dom enclosed me in his arms, his voice low in my ear.
“Okay, Evie?”
“Mmmm.”
Carefully he pulled out, and for a moment I felt discomfort as my body resisted, then like a deflating balloon he was gone.
I scissored my legs back together and rolled onto my back. The ceiling blurred above me. Jake and Dom disappeared for a moment into the bathroom then returned with a damp hand towel.
“Is that warm or cold?” I asked, telling my body to lift an arm. It didn’t.
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not.” I lay there quietly as they kneeled beside me on the bed and took turns sponging me down. Wiping my sweat away, soothing any aches and pains. If I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine that I was in a spa. Okay, a pretty fucking adult spa, but it was still relaxing.
When I licked my lips they tasted salty. Jake handed me a half-empty bottle of water, still a little cool from the fridge. It felt amazing filling my mouth and going down my throat. The weight of their gazes on me was almost as heavy as their bodies.
What were they expecting me to do? To say? To feel? I let out a heavy, contented sigh.
“Well, that happened.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
DOMINIC
Sometimes I forgot how young Evie was. Inexperienced in so many ways, she had a knack for altering my perspective on things I thought I already knew inside out. She had an old soul, but then there were reminders of her age.
Like her first question after our threesome: “What’s the rule for this stuff and social media? Tumblr? Instagram? Change my Facebook status to complicated?”
Jake laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed. Evie’s beautiful, flushed face twisted into a frown when I chuckled, as well.
“Insta—! Gram—!” came a wheeze from the floor. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”
I kicked Jake from where I sat on the edge of the bed. “Be a gentleman, you jackass!” Then I hissed at him under my breath, “How is she supposed to know?”
When I turned back to Evie, mentally preparing a lesson on sexual etiquette for social media—about which I knew very little—the mischievous curve of her lips stopped me. She was playing us?
My blood boiled. There was only one logical course of action—tickling.
“Oh noooooo! No, stop!” Her hair flopped into her face as she writhed on the bed under my relentless fingers.
I found some particularly sensitive spots just under her ribs and behind her knees. This was almost as much fun as—well, almost.
“Stop laughing,” I teased her, making my voice forceful and stern. “This is not funny, not at all. This is—” I let her catch her breath, then walked my fingertips up her spine. “Serious! Business!”
If anything, she laughed harder. And I was having a pretty hard time keeping my composure, too.
“Dominic! No m-more!” Her face was red and tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never tease you again!”
My touch went from tickling to tender. I raised my hands and brushed the dampness off her face with my knuckles. “Well, that would be a damn shame,” I said.
As she settled down and sighed, her gaze locked to mine, I realized that Jake was in the shower. It was just the two of us.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked her.
She raised her arms over her head and stretched like a centerfold. “I’m fabulous.”
Her nipples were still rosy from our attentions, and love bites marked her creamy skin like a constellation. Just when I thought she couldn’t get more gorgeous, she upped the ante by wearing my passion on her body.
“Yes, you are.” Smack! Her playful slap was as inconsequential as a mosquito bite. “Seriously, though.” I raised my eyebrows, giving her the opening to tell me the truth.
“I’m fine, Dom. But…”
Shit. What had we done wrong? I leaned over her, bracing my hands on either side of he
r. “But what? Tell me.”
Fuck, had I hurt her? Been too possessive? Not possessive enough? My heart raced as I waited for her reply.
She clasped her hands together and lowered them over my head, her arms circling my neck. “You were right about tickling being a serious matter. Especially naked tickling.”
This girl was killing me. “Evie! Jesus!”
She tugged my head down, close to her face, until the tips of our noses brushed against each other. “Dominic Stone, I am fine. That was a fan-fucking-tastic experience, and you—and Jake—made it that way. Thank you for loving me like that.”
My eyes widened and I jerked my head back. Evie’s eyes bugged wide open, before she snapped them shut and covered her face with her hands.
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know what I was saying. I meant ‘love’ in the physical sense of copulation. You know, a biblical kind of knowing. Or in English literature, like when they say they ‘made love’ it’s just really flirting or kissing behind a fan in a rose garden or something—”
I covered her runaway mouth with my hand. She opened her eyes as I snaked my other arm under the small of her back and pulled her upright.
“You done?” I asked her.
Under my palm, I felt her bite her lip. She nodded. I lowered my hand, and kissed her swollen lower lip. The shower stopped in the other room. Silence curled around us like steam escaping underneath the door.
“Thank you for letting me love you like that,” I finally said.
I knew what I was saying. I knew what words I was using, and what they meant. Not the classic literature version or the ‘begats’—though that wouldn’t be a problem—but she had bewitched me. It sounded stupid, but I couldn’t find a better word to describe her effect on me.
This whole thing had started because she needed money, and I needed to fulfill the idiotic terms of Grandad’s will. But Evie had shown me her own will of steel, and suddenly all the money in the world didn’t matter to me as much as she did.
It was official—I was a fucking sap.
“Marry me,” I blurted out.
Her lips parted—because, somehow, a proposal was more shocking than a proposition. “Because I might be pregnant?”
Something primal thrilled inside me at the idea that she could already be pregnant, but I shook my head. “No, because I want more.”
Her laugh was high-pitched and nervous. “How much more can I give you?” She rolled her eyes, not meeting my gaze.
It was still very quiet in the room, and I suspected that Jake was eavesdropping on the other side of the bathroom door. God knows I would be, in his place.
“You. I want you, Evie.”
She closed her eyes, muttering to herself. “This is so nucking futs. I must be out of my mind.”
“I know I’m crazy. But let’s be crazy together.”
“What about Jake?”
The bathroom door opened. “What about Jake?” he said, a towel wrapped around his waist.
Evie’s eyes flew open and fastened on my brother. Jealousy curled in my stomach at the way she looked at him, but then I realized that she looked at me the same way.
“I don’t want to make you feel bad or anything—a” she began, until he held up his hand to stop her.
“Evie, I knew from the beginning you were for Dom. I just wanted him to know that.” He grinned. “Don’t get me wrong, it was fun. But I’ve got too much shit on my plate to try being in a relationship.”
“Stella,” she murmured. He nodded.
“So, Jake’s not an issue. What about you, then, Evie? Do you want to live with me? Want to see this idiot at family dinners? Have our baby, travel the world, live in luxury?”
Her gaze swiveled from Jake to me. “I can’t have this conversation while I’m naked.”
Jake unwound the towel from his body and threw it to her on the bed. Now he was bare-assed for this conversation, but he didn’t care. In fact, he disappeared back into the bathroom and shut the door.
Leaving us alone again.
“I need time to think about this,” Evie told me. “I’m not going to marry you just because I’m desperate.”
Her desperation was what brought us together. I didn’t see anything wrong with it. Though, I was going to have to come up with a better story for Grandad and his lawyers. It would really help things along if I’d knocked her up.
As though she could read my mind, she asked, “What about your grandfather?”
“Fuck him.”
She made a face. “Ew. I don’t think I can give you that much more.”
“Seriously, I don’t think I care anymore. My shares in the company are worth enough that we could start over. I’m tired of being under his thumb.”
She jumped up from the bed, clutching the damp towel around her. “Then why the hell didn’t you do that in the first place?”
I blinked, my mind blank. Holy shit. For someone who ran a giant corporation that revolved around figuring out what people wanted, I was pretty fucking dumb. Maybe she would be better off with Jake after all, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Evie grabbed my rumpled shirt off the floor and hastily buttoned it up. “I need to go. I need to think.”
I followed, grabbing her. “Don’t go when you’re angry.”
She stared at my hand on her arm, and I dropped it. “I’m not angry, Dom. I’m just… confused. I have to figure out what I really want. I never expected to be in this situation.”
I looked back at the bed, the sheets still smelling like sex. For that matter, I was still naked.
“That, too,” she added, her lips quirking. She reached up to kiss me. “Don’t worry.” She zipped away, pausing to grab her shoes and purse before slamming the front door behind her.
Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair. “Easier said than done.”
It felt like she was running away—from me, from security, from the potential for a lifetime of happiness. The irony was that I was the one who gave her the financial freedom to escape. All she had to trade was an inconsequential piece of flesh.
Somehow I’d handed over my heart for her hymen.
It wasn’t a fair deal.
“Well,” Jake yelled from behind the bathroom door, “you sure fucked that one up!”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EVIE
When I’d said I needed time, I didn’t mean three weeks. But somehow I’d entered an alternate dimension, and life had gotten in the way. I also spent way too much time talking to Annie about Dom’s proposal.
“Shee-yit, girl! You’re gonna have to get a better lock on your door. Damn, you’re lucky I don’t rob you, myself!
Annie picked up a magnum of very, very expensive champagne and looked at me mournfully. It was only one of the dozen or so extravagant gifts that Dominic had sent me. It was like the freaking Twelve Days of Christmas—only in summertime and thankfully with a lot fewer birds.
I knew he was waiting for an answer. I also knew that patience was not Dominic Stone’s strong suit. The last few gifts had been a top of the line smartphone, a new laptop, and—most bizarrely—a framed antique bookplate of a passenger pigeon.
He was trying to communicate something…
“Just do it,” Annie urged.
I gaped at her. “You’re seriously encouraging me to marry someone I’ve only known for a couple of months?”
“People have gotten hitched in Vegas after knowing someone for a couple of hours—most of them shit-faced,” she pointed out. “Do it, do it, dooooo it!”
I flopped onto the bed in the corner in a new silk nightgown—compliments of He Who Must Not Be Tamed. “The last time you said that, I ended up in bed with both of them.”
“Poor baby. Don’t make me cry,” she scoffed. I rubbed the charmeuse fabric of my nightie between my fingers and stared at the ceiling. “You forget,” she added, “I’ve seen both of them, now. You’d have been a fucking idiot to not go for it.”
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Three days before, I’d found Jake and Annie chatting outside the front of the building. Jake had his daughter in a jogging stroller, and his old dog tags stuck out against the sweat-soaked t-shirt he was running in.
I looked down the street, half-expecting to see a trail of panties that had been dropped by passers-by. The only thing that would have made him more… ovary-exploding, would be if he had a puppy with him.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I should even talk to him, but as far as I knew he had no hidden agendas. He showed me pictures of the sign that was being designed for Stella, and didn’t mention Dom’s name once. After some polite chitchat, he handed over a box that was stashed in the bottom basket of the stroller and picked up the pace back down the street, winking over his shoulder at us.
Annie and I might have watched him until he reached the end of the block. As we headed inside, I was shocked to find my smartass friend beet red and almost silent. Apparently Jake was Kryptonite for her sassy mouth. He was closer to her age than mine, actually, so I thought they’d get along better. Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I was really, really right.
“What was in that box, anyhow?” Annie asked from the couch, having put the champagne back on the table.
“I haven’t opened it yet.” It sat on my bedside table, a red satin ribbon tied around it.
I sat up on the bed to rest against the cool wall. The slim spaghetti straps of the ankle-length nightgown extended down my back almost to my butt, leaving my entire back bare. Despite the stretchy lace cups and underwire top holding me in—which felt a little too snug and scratchy on my boobs—I was a little worried that the slinky gown would fall off if I leaned over.
It was beautiful, and what’s more—it made me feel beautiful.
Dom had been very good at making me feel beautiful. The prospect of having that for the rest of my life was a little terrifying.
We both stared at the little white box.
“Is it ticking?” she joked.
I shook my head. This was the last gift to have arrived, and then nothing for the past few days. Something inside me knew that this was the most important one—the big sell, maybe. It was probably expensive. It might be rare and amazing. It could be irresistible.
