by Alisha Rai
Jace smirked. “Yeah, okay.” He picked up a package off the shelf and handed it to her. “Since you have a straight-up vibrator, you should try a dual action. The little head here will rub against your clitoris. You’ll love it.”
Her brow furrowed and she stared at the picture. “Okay. But it looks complicated.”
Marcus slid his hand over her rounded ass. “We’ll help you figure it out.”
She cast him a look simmering with heat, and he almost whimpered as his cock engorged more. How was he supposed to wait?
“Well, I guess if you’re going to help…” She dropped the box into his basket.
“This too.” Jace handed her another box. “It’s a clitoral stimulator.” He moved closer, and Devi’s eyes fell to half mast. Marcus knew she could feel the heat rising from each of their bodies, and that it turned her on. He stroked one finger down the curve of her neck and reveled in the slight tremor that coursed through her body. She was so receptive. Was it just them? Or would she be as receptive to any other man?
Anger accompanied that thought. He didn’t want to think about Devi with other men, despite the fact he knew she wouldn’t be alone for long once their little affair was over. The woman was too sexual and loving. Some other man, maybe even men, would benefit from all of the secret desires they were helping to bring to the surface.
No. He couldn’t think of that. Marcus spoke to distract himself. “Do you know how this works?”
Devi looked at the box. “It…looks simple.”
“It’s like a G-string, but the vibrator fits right against your little clit. The remote has a twelve-foot range. So we can turn it on whenever we want you to go crazy.” As Marcus spoke, Jace slid an arm around her waist, rested the palm of his free hand over the fly of her jeans and pressed gently. By the sound of her gasp, Marcus knew Jace had found her clit.
“Would you like that?” Jace whispered. “You could wear it under your clothes. No one would even know. When you’re working, or reading, or grocery shopping. You’ll never know when we’ll turn it on. And in between, that hard little box is going to remind you who controls your pleasure.”
Marcus could feel the shudder that ran through her body. “Sounds great. Let’s go, guys.”
Jace smiled enigmatically and withdrew his hand. “But we haven’t even bought what we came for.” He led her to the back of the store.
Along the way, Marcus grabbed whatever caught his eye on the shelves they passed and tossed the packages into his basket. He’d never been much of a toy man, happy to please his partner the natural way, but he wanted to try everything with Devi. She responded with such a complete lack of artifice. That shocked look of pleasure on her face? He wanted to keep it there, permanently.
Marcus caught up to Jace and Devi standing in front of a wide array of anal plugs. The anticipation on her face had been replaced by caution as she stared at the largest model on the wall. “Guys, I’m not sure if I really want to do this.”
Jace kissed her neck. “That one is not for you.”
“Well, the other ones don’t look much more reassuring.”
“You promised, remember?”
Devi let loose a disgruntled sigh. “I am not promising anything more when we are having sex. Got it?”
Marcus shrugged. “Well, don’t tell us that, tell yourself. You’re really easy.” He pulled an array of plugs off the wall in different sizes and piled them in the now-overflowing basket. He turned to find Devi staring at the basket in dismay.
“If I don’t like it, I’m using my safe word.”
Marcus squinted. “Right. Since I haven’t heard it yet while we were fucking you every which way, I forgot what that was. Refresh my memory?”
The corners of her mouth turned down. “Red, Marcus. The safe word is red.”
“What a smart girl you are, Devi, to choose such an easy word.”
Marcus grinned into Devi’s horrified gaze as Kitty bustled up behind her. She chattered as she relieved Marcus of his basket. “You know, once I used the word ‘cucumber’ and my dear, late Harold, he completely forgot. I don’t know why he thought I was screaming the word cucumber during sex. We were trying out a new set of restraints, and they were quite painful. So after that, I completely believe you should stick with simple words. Red is perfect, and I’m sure Marcus was just kidding about forgetting, right, Marcus?”
Marcus continued to smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Are you three finding everything okay?” The woman poked through their basket and beamed at them. “Oh, are you new to anal pleasure, Devi?”
Devi squeaked.
“These will work well for you, but, Marcus, get that inflatable plug as well. I’ve heard that some women respond better to it.”
Jace slipped an arm around Devi’s waist. He was trying very hard to keep the smile off his face. “Thanks for your help, Miss Kitty. I think we’re ready to check out.”
“Wonderful! While you were shopping, I put a plate of cookies together for you. I just baked them yesterday.” She cast a sly glance at Devi. “Though perhaps you don’t need my cookies anymore.”
“Oh no.” Devi found her voice as they followed the little old woman through the store to the front checkout. “I’m not much of a baker, really.”
Marcus thought back to the cookies he had filched from Devi’s daisy-shaped cookie jar the night before. Either the woman was being modest or she didn’t want Kitty to feel out of place. He guessed it was the latter, which touched him. Over the past couple of years, Kitty’s fretting and fussing had kind of grown on him.
The speculative looks she was casting Devi as she rung them up were worrisome, though. Kitty’d been nagging them for months now that they needed to settle down. He didn’t want the older woman to get any ideas. He would explain the nature of their affair to her later on.
Kitty finished filling three bulging, discreet paper bags full of their purchases, and then scurried around the register and gave Devi a hug, much to all of their surprise. She released her with a bright grin. “Boys, bring this sweet girl back again. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a blush like hers.”
Devi smiled and they all exchanged their goodbyes. As they walked to the door, Kitty called behind them, “And let me know how everything works out.”
“I will kill either of you if you let her or anyone else know how anything works out,” Devi said between teeth clenched in a smile, as she tossed a wave over her shoulder.
“We don’t kiss and tell. You should know that much by now.” Jace popped the trunk and they dropped their purchases inside.
Jace slammed the trunk closed and turned to face her. He extended a box to her. She took it from his hand and frowned at the clitoral stimulator. “What’s this?”
“You have to go back to work.”
Devi glanced at her watch. “I still have an hour. I thought we were going to go give some of these toys a test run…”
Jace tsked. “Now that’s not nearly enough time, Dev, you know that. So here’s what we’re going to do.” He nodded to the box in her hands. “I want you to go back to work and put that little toy on. But I’m going to keep the remote with me.”
Without being told, Marcus stepped up right behind her, making sure she would feel his arousal pressed flush against her bottom. Over her shoulder, he could see right down the V-neck of her shirt. Her breasts rose and fell.
“I don’t see how that’s any fun for any of us.”
Jace slipped his hands around her waist from the front and moved closer. “Because when we come in for dinner tonight I’ll have that remote with me. And you won’t know when, but that little stimulator is going to start vibrating, and you’ll have to keep working.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Would you like that?”
Marcus watched her long lashes flutter closed. “Yes. Wait. No.” She opened her eyes and cast Jace a worried glance. “No. I almost forgot. You can’t come to the restaurant.”
Jace paused. “Tonight?”
“No. I mean, you can’t come tonight, but I think it would be better if the two of you stayed away from the place while we’re…together.” She waved her hand in a vague gesture, as if to encompass their togetherness.
Had he not been so attuned to his twin, Marcus would have missed the fine tremor of disappointment and uncertainty that rushed through Jace. As for him, he didn’t feel too much. He held no illusions about anyone, so nobody could ever really disappoint him.
That didn’t mean, though, he couldn’t get pissed on his brother’s behalf. He tightened his hands around Devi’s waist and spun her to face him. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he crooned.
She blinked up at him, a startled doe.
“Marcus,” Jace rapped sharply.
“Are we good enough to fuck, but not be seen with in public?”
Her eyes widened and then narrowed. “Do not take that tone with me. Did you or did you not want a girl who wouldn’t get all attached? I seem to recall having a huge discussion about this in my kitchen yesterday. Remember, you railed against white picket fences?”
“Devi, it’s fine.” Jace’s tone was soothing, but the glare he pinned Marcus with was anything but.
She shot him one last angry look before she turned to Jace. Marcus watched with resignation as his brother’s glare was replaced with soft tenderness. Damn it. Devi may not see it, but Jace was so far gone over her it physically hurt Marcus. He didn’t want his brother heartbroken.
Then again, it was early yet, Marcus consoled himself. The best way to cure Jace of this infatuation would be to let it play its course. They’d only been together for a couple of days, lust was still fogging all of their brains. Give it another week, no doubt Jace would be bitching about Devi’s irritating quirks and faults.
Oh yeah. All of those faults. Which would be…?
Well, maybe the lust was fogging his brain too. She had to have faults. She was as human as anyone else.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to come,” Devi interrupted his contemplation. “Rana will see you. And she will seriously freak out if she sees us so clearly together and go running to our other sister Leena.” Devi shuddered. “You haven’t met her yet. Leena’s scary.”
“Devi, so they find out we’re still seeing each other. What could they possibly do?” Jace asked in a reasonable tone.
“Make my life miserable. You don’t know my sisters. They’ll drive me crazy.” She wrinkled her nose. Marcus had noticed the little quirk last night. Could it be classified as irritating? No, damn it.
“So tell them to mind their own business. They’re what? A few years older than you? Even if they were your parents, you’re a grown woman. You can see and fuck whomever you want.” Marcus’s irritation surfaced in the gruff command.
Devi turned to look at him. “Our relationship is complicated.” Her tone was chilly. Looked like he was still on probation for his jerkiness. “Even if I told them to back off, I doubt they would. They think I’m twelve and an imbecile when it comes to men.” Her soft mouth tightened. “They’ll come rushing in to save me from myself. It won’t be the first time. I’d really rather just avoid it, if you don’t mind.”
Jace clearly minded, but he dipped his head in acquiescence. “We’ll stay away from the restaurant for now.”
Marcus narrowed his eyes. His brother was a whiz at verbal gymnastics. However, since Devi hadn’t seemed to notice that tacked on “for now”, he wouldn’t call attention to it either.
She seemed satisfied, and Jace turned her attention when he tapped the box in her hands. “You still have to wear that. Throughout work.” He paused. “Why don’t we meet at our place tonight?”
Marcus started. They never brought women to their condo. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He couldn’t make a big deal out of this without making it seem like a big deal, and Jace knew that.
To her credit, Devi looked just as startled as he was. “Okay. I’ll need directions.”
Jace opened the passenger door for her. She slid in, the box clutched in her lap. “I’ll tell you while I drive you back. When you come over tonight, we’ll be waiting for you. In the meantime, I want you to feel that little weight brushing against your clit as you walk, talk, cook. I want you to pretend it’s my finger.”
Her skin flushed. “Sounds good.”
Marcus caught the door before Jace could close it. “One thing. No matter how crazy it makes you, you’re not to come. If you do, we’ll know. And we will punish you. Got it?”
The apprehension and lust in her face drove him crazy. “Got it.”
Chapter Ten
Why had she ever agreed to this nonsense?
It didn’t even matter that the clitoral stimulator wasn’t vibrating. The tiny box attached to the thong-like underwear nestled perfectly against the taut button of her sex, stimulating her regardless.
Too damn honest, that was her problem. She should have just slipped the little device on when she was on her way home, and she wouldn’t have had to suffer through hours of unrequited desire while she cooked up delicacies for the unusually heavy Monday evening crowd. Then again, she couldn’t lie worth a damn. Next time she might actually deliberately disobey them, since she kind of wanted to see what her punishment entailed, but tonight she wanted to play with more of these intriguing toys they had purchased.
She walked to the hook on the wall to hang up her apron and shuddered at the resulting sensations. Her panties were soaked.
“Hey, Dev, you on your way home?”
Devi jumped at Rana’s voice and turned to where she stood in the doorway of the darkened kitchen. “Yes. I was just closing up here. My turn.” Every night, Leena handled the money, Rana was responsible for the main floor and Devi closed down the kitchen. The three of them switched off on general close up.
“Okay. I’m renting a movie. Want to come over and watch with me?”
“Uh, no, that’s okay. I’m so tired.” Devi faked a yawn and felt foolish.
It seemed to work, though, since Rana didn’t question her. “Rain check, then. Do you need a ride home?”
“I brought my car tonight.”
“Wow, that’s not like you.”
Devi shrugged. “Didn’t feel like walking.” A partial truth. Jace and Marcus’s home was too far to walk.
Even if she was going to her house, she didn’t think she’d be using her feet in the next couple of weeks. Forget the fact that work was only a couple of blocks away from her home along brightly lit streets that bustled with activity, even at ten p.m. Jace had freaked out when she’d admitted she regularly walked to and from the restaurant. Not so different from her sisters, actually, each of whom looked for excuses to drive her home at night.
Unlike her sisters, Jace and Marcus had a wonderfully gifted way with words, and after an intense lecture on the car ride from the porn shop, with images of her potentially raped, mutilated and desecrated body dancing in her head, she’d finally conceded and promised to use her car in the evenings. Sorry, environment.
It seemed like a simple thing to give in on, and if they had her wearing more toys like the one nestled against the heart of her sex, she wouldn’t want to walk for any prolonged period of time. As it was, she’d be jumping her men for the remote as soon as she got home. If just the slight pressure and weight of the stimulator could make her this crazy, imagine the fun she could have when it started vibrating.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Rana paused at the door. “You’re sure you’re okay, right?”
“Rana, I am begging you, please don’t ask me that all week.”
Her sister’s smile was sheepish. “Sorry. I promise, I’ll let it drop. And I have to say, you definitely have a spring in your step today. I’m so happy to see it.”
Devi kept her smile in place until Rana left. Thank God she didn’t know the source of that spring.
She rushed through the rest of the procedures to close down the restaurant, unable to spare more than a mi
nute of the time necessary to do so. By the time she set the alarm and locked the door, a fine tremor of anticipation had her hands shaking.
Devi turned the key in the ignition of her cute little Nissan and pulled out the piece of paper in her pocket on which she’d scribbled Jace’s directions. She felt rather conflicted about going to their place. Somehow it made the relationship seem more legitimate. Protocol probably dictated they meet in a hotel room or something, but she had a frugal soul. Why pay fifty bucks for a shady bed when she had a free one?
Luckily, the upscale address wasn’t too far away. Within ten minutes she pulled into the driveway of a two-story white condo with a dual-car garage. Her headlights slashed across the front of the small home. Neither of the twins’ cars sat outside, and the windows were dark.
She killed the engine and got out of the car slowly, comparing the number on the address in her hand to the one above the garage. They matched, but she didn’t want to knock on the wrong door at this hour of the night. Devi slipped her cell phone out of her pocket and pressed the number to speed dial Jace.
He picked up on the first ring. “You’re late. Where are you?”
She smiled at the uncharacteristic impatience in his voice, which matched her own. “I think I’m outside your house, but your cars aren’t outside, and I wanted to make sure before I knocked.” As she stared at the front of the house, a curtain moved in one of the upstairs windows.
“I see you. I’m just hopping in the shower, I’ll be right down. Come on in.”
She hesitated and then opened the unlocked door. Despite all they’d done together, it seemed far too intimate to walk inside their home without knocking.
“Nice,” she muttered as she entered the condo. The condo was cookie-cutter perfect and boasted that new-home smell unique to modern constructions. A dim bankers lamp lit the high-ceiling foyer. A hardwood staircase spiraled up to the second floor, and a balcony overlooked the foyer. Spotless white tiles lay in a diagonal pattern on the floor. Since she always did at home, and fearful of marring the tiles, she slipped her pumps off and grimaced at the coldness of the ceramic under her feet. Tile throughout might be the rage in most Florida homes, but she loved her shag carpeting and plush rugs. Who wanted to walk on cold tile?
