by TL Reeve
“Because I want you too. Do I have to explain it?”
It would help. “You’re bi, and your sister is pan?” His mind churned. The solution laid before them—him, more specifically. Enzo and Bella weren’t biological siblings. Yet, anger boiled to the surface, mixing with the lust beating through his veins, demanding he not only fuck them both, but punish them for their lies. The raw emotional ball swirling inside of him didn’t make sense. He knew he shouldn’t get involved because the job came first. Still, jealousy and desire were two combustible feelings. They had the potential to rip him apart and destroy him completely, more so than his father ever could.
“I told you I don’t like labels,” Bella murmured, lifting her chin. “I’m whatever I want to be.”
“Yeah, I know. You see them. You want them. You take them.” Duncan spat each word.
Bella smirked. “Exactly.”
“How long?” Duncan had to know.
Bella straightened her shoulders. “Since we were fifteen. He was my first and only. Enzo usually brings the men to our bed to share, and I bring the women for us to share.”
“Fecking hell!” Duncan snarled and cursed himself as his facade began to crumble. “You’ve been banging your sister since she was fifteen?”
“Who are you, hermoso?” Enzo took a step back. “Why do you have an accent?”
Fuck. Duncan had gotten so worked up, his American accent faltered, and his thick Irish brogue came through. Thomas was going to kick his ass. He needed to calm down and gain control of the situation to perhaps salvage the night. Though he was pissed off and frustrated, the thought of watching them intrigued him. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m fucked up.
Duncan swallowed hard and stood to his full height. He needed to calm down, take a deep breath, and reassert his control over the situation. He’d been behind the eight ball from the beginning, but now that the truth was laid out before him, he could do this. Duncan flipped his switch. He had to change the subject and make them forget his slip up.
The corner of Duncan’s mouth lifted as he looked at Enzo. “Don’t worry about who I am. It’s none of your concern.” He cut his gaze to Bella. “If you want out of this now, say so. If not, you’re going to play by my rules.”
Fresh arousal spread across her features. Bella sat forward, a bit nervous but willing. Enzo eyed him with a keen awareness. He didn’t blame the man. Both of them had been caught red-handed, fucking. They lied to him without compunction and hid their true relationship from everyone, all because Enzo was afraid of what would happen if the FBI found out they were lovers and not siblings. He should walk away. He should call Laura and tell her to come get the pair. It would save them all, and he could focus on Bexley and Raul.
Yet, he didn’t have the strength to leave Bella and Enzo. Just like he couldn’t refuse when his father asked him for help and one job turned into a second then a third and so on. It appeared, all these years later, he hadn’t learned a damned thing. He was destined to fuck it all up. Now, even with the truth lying before him, he couldn’t turn his back on them. He had a taste of Enzo, and he wanted more. Needed more. His dick pressed painfully against the ties on the front of his pants, trapped at an awkward angle.
“W-why are you doing this?” Bella inched closer to him, the sheet clinging to her lithe body.
“You came into the bathroom this morning, did you not?” Duncan grabbed a chair from the small table behind him and cocked a brow as he sat.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I said I was sorry.”
“You thought it was Enzo in there, and you were going to fuck in my shower, weren’t you?” Duncan pushed. Sitting there with them, all of the pieces clicked together. The way Enzo joined him. The way the man stumbled through his awkward answers. The way Bella watched him with too much interest.
“I’m betting you already have. Kneel, Enzo.” He pointed to the spot where he wanted the man. A flush covered Enzo’s chest. His dick, still hard, twitched, and a pearl of precum dotted his tip before rolling down the length of his cock. Enzo’s body vibrated with excitement, from his blown pupils to the quickened beat of his heart. A soft whimper passed his lips, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should be giving over to Duncan. Enzo lowered his gaze, but not before Duncan saw the war waging within him. This was Enzo’s decision, not Duncan’s. When the man knelt before him, Duncan lifted his leg and placed his boot on Enzo’s shoulder. A thread of excitement wriggled through Duncan. Fuck yes.
Worry filled Bella’s gaze, chasing back some of the excitement. “We did screw in your shower.” The words were barely above a whisper.
“Did he fuck you hard?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Did you scream for his dick?” Duncan’s gaze never left Enzo’s as he asked each question.
“Always,” she murmured.
“Always?” Duncan scrubbed his chin. “How about you, Enzo?”
“What about me, Master Duncan?”
Duncan sucked in a breath. “Good boy. You remembered.” The praise slipped off of his tongue. “Do you come inside your sister when you fuck?”
Bella whimpered.
“I do, Master Duncan. It feels good to nut inside my baby.”
Duncan’s dick throbbed. Arousal spiked in his system. “You’ve never allowed any other man the pleasure of coming inside your sister?”
Enzo shook his head. “No. Never. But, she’s not my sister. We have different parents.”
“So, I would be the second man in Bella’s life to leave my mark inside her?” He slid his gaze to Bella, gauging her reaction while ignoring Enzo’s statement. “Do you want my cum, Bella? Do you want to ride my dick until I empty myself within you? Or should I reserve that privilege for your brother?”
She licked her bottom lip. “Both.”
Duncan smirked. “Greedy. You’ve invited others to your bed before, haven’t you? Watched your brother get fucked and filled with cum.”
Her pulse throbbed at her throat. Her eyes were wide, swirling with lust. “Yes.”
“What do you like most, Bella? What turns you on?”
She cut her eyes to Enzo.
“Not him. Me,” Duncan snapped. “This is my apartment. You will answer my questions and do as I say, or you can end it all with your safeword, red.”
“What happens if I say red?” The open curiosity in her voice made it hard for Duncan to tell her the truth.
“Then I’ll leave and find someone else to care for the both of you until the trial.”
“Hermoso?” Enzo’s brown eyes met Duncan’s gaze. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Fear tinged Enzo’s voice.
“Because, I’m too old, Enzo. Because I walked into this situation blind. Because I fell for someone who isn’t available to me. Or, in this setting, shouldn’t be available to me.” He gave Bella his full attention then. “This is who I am, Bella. Either accept it or don’t.”
“There’s no gray for you, is there?” She tilted her head to the side. “Your life is black and white. Do or don’t. Nothing in between.”
“There are some areas of gray,” he replied. “In this, however, no. To accept me into your lives as a lover, you have to be willing to give yourselves over to me. To allow me to dictate how all of this goes. To be in charge of your pleasure and Enzo’s. You’ve only known Enzo’s desires as he has only known yours since you were teenagers. I will disrupt everything you know about sex. I will destroy your ideals, manipulate your desires, and reform your appetites to match mine. If you’re not willing to undergo such a drastic change, you have to tell me now. I need to be able to walk away with my head and heart intact.”
“What about ours?” Enzo lowered his head. “What happens to us if we don’t say yes to this?”
Duncan bent forward, placing his finger under Enzo’s chin. When their gazes met, Duncan sighed. “You’ll still have each other. I won’t tell anyone the truth.”
Surprise colored Enzo’s exp
ression. “Why would you give up everything for us?”
“Unlike some, I won’t cage a bird.”
“You’re broken.” Bella edged closer to Duncan’s chair. “More so than us.”
Her statement hit too close to home. “What makes you think I’m broken?”
She snorted, gaining back some of her bravado. “Broken knows broken.”
Duncan laughed, the noise devoid of humor. “So you say.” Duncan removed his foot from Enzo’s shoulder before standing. “I’m going to grab a shower. I’m exhausted.”
“You’re leaving?” Bella blinked. “I thought it was our decision?”
“It is. However, we don’t need to hash this out tonight.” He started for the bathroom. “Take the time to think it over.” He paused midway and turned. “Don’t join me, either.”
The ache behind his eyes grew as he stepped into the bathroom. His mind swam with images of Bella and Enzo. It would have been so easy to give over to what he’d seen. To tear off his clothes and ride Enzo’s ass until they were all spent. At least then the ache in his dick would be gone. At least then he’d find some peace. Instead, he did the right thing. He laid it all out there and gave them the choice to either agree to his terms or end it before they got started.
Thomas would say he was maturing, even though the bastard was only a few years older than him. Nevertheless, deep down, he agreed with his mentor and gatekeeper. In the years since he joined the FBI as a consultant, only under Thomas’s guidance had he been free. The other agents treated him like a felon, and rightfully so. They used him when it had been advantageous to do so. Then Thomas came along. Where Thomas had a thing for numbers, Duncan had the knowledge for how cartels and narcos ran their businesses. From the moment they’d started working together, Thomas never made Duncan feel less than. To Thomas, Duncan was FBI. It’d been what made them an effective team.
On his own, as he was now, he floundered. It would have been so easy to fall back into his old ways. To become the Sergeant at Arms his father always wanted him to be. At some point over the last twenty plus years, Duncan grew up and wanted to be his own man. To do better for himself. He also wished he could talk to his baby brother Liam, once, if only to impart the wisdom Thomas gave Duncan.
Duncan glanced at his reflection in the mirror and scrubbed his face. The dull ache grew a little more painful. If he didn’t take something now, he’d have a full-blown migraine soon. As it was, he didn’t need his shot. He grabbed the Aspirin from the medicine cabinet and took two, then he went to the shower and started it. Everything was a task. Removing his shirt. Unlacing his pants. Taking off his boots. When had he become so bone-tired? When had this exhaustion overtaken him? Was it because of the two people who lay in his bed? Was it the last assignment?
Deep down, Duncan knew this wasn’t his life. How did a one criminal look at another and pass judgement on them? When had he become a hypocrite? He stepped under the spray and groaned when the hot water massaged the tense knot of muscles at his neck and shoulders. He had to stop lying. He’d done a lot of things to blend in, especially when working cases that got a little too close for home, and now, he wanted to be himself and say fuck it all. He could still do his job.
Duncan washed his hair then scrubbed his body. After he finished up, he shut off the faucet and got out, half-surprised no one tried to join him. He knew he told them not to bother him, yet Enzo and Bella had minds of their own. They did a lot of things they were told not to. He dried the water from his hair then wrapped the towel around his waist. He didn’t bother to grab clothes. The meds were already kicking in, and the ache in his head began to recede, thankfully.
Silence greeted him when he opened the door. Even if he should’ve been repulsed by their display, he hadn’t been. He’d seen it as an opportunity. He’d been ready to take advantage of both Bella and Enzo to relieve some of the stress building inside of him. He’d witnessed their reactions in the club and knew they were excited by the scenes they’d watched together. Duncan’s cock twitched and began to harden once more.
Decided to get back on board with the idea, did ya? He scoffed at himself as he pulled the couch apart to make his bed. Dropping the towel around his waist by the end table, he yanked back the sheets and climbed in. Tomorrow, he’d have to apologize for his actions and try to make up for it. Duncan closed his eyes and sighed. As long as his headache didn’t return, he’d get a few hours of peace. As he drifted between consciousness and sleep, he felt the bed dip twice. His eyes flashed open, and there were Bella and Enzo sitting on either side of him, naked.
“Who are you, Duncan?” Bella ran her fingertips over his tattoo. “Where do you come from?”
“We don’t care, hermoso. We have no business judging.” Enzo ran his hand under the covers and stroked Duncan’s hip.
“What are you two up to?” Duncan allowed his accent to come through. “I thought I said I wanted to be alone tonight.”
“How can we follow your rules when you’re the one in so much pain?” Enzo trailed his finger along the thick stalk of Duncan’s dick. The soft touch sent a thrill down his spine and settled in his balls. It was torture, pure and simple.
“Pain?”
Bella nodded. “Your heart.”
Duncan chuckled, the sound sad and indifferent.
“You’re like a cat with a stuck paw.” Bella inched closer. “You know it hurts. We know it hurts, but you’re afraid to let anyone fix it because it means trusting someone to not cause you more pain.”
Bullseye.
Duncan stared up at her. She was inches from him. Her breasts were at the perfect level for him to take her nipple between his teeth and bite down. He wanted to hear her cry out. Wanted to taste her flesh to find out if her skin was as sweet as her words. He turned his head and stared at Enzo. The man sat a bit lower, content to caress the area around Duncan’s groin, turning Duncan on more with each pass of his hand.
“You want to mend my heart?”
Bella nodded. “If you’ll let us.”
“How do you mend a heart when yours is already broken?”
Bella’s bottom lip trembled. “Because you understand the anguish the person feels, so you know what it’ll take to put the pieces back together again.”
“Oh?” Duncan placed his hand on her hip. “What will put my broken heart together?”
Bella smiled, lowering herself until her mouth almost touched his. “Kindness? Someone caring about you.”
“Kindness? Care?” Duncan cocked a brow. “Do you really think those things will heal me?” Duncan groaned. While he’d been concentrating on Bella, his attention had drifted from Enzo. The man had climbed under the blankets. The warm wetness of his mouth encased Duncan’s cock
“Fuck.” He lifted his hips, wanting to lodge his dick at the back of Enzo’s throat.
“This is how we show affection, Master Duncan.” Her lips twitched before she kissed him. Her tongue swept across his in a sensual glide.
The feel of both of them touching him sent a thrill down his spine. The restless sensation crawling through his belly for the last several weeks calmed, pushing back the iciness. He noticed the difference in the shower as well. The way the hardened block of bitterness surrounding him melted the minute Enzo wrapped his lips around Duncan’s dick. He thought it’d been sexual frustration and being able to let off some steam. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Duncan palmed her full breast and tweaked her nipple, loving her yelp of surprise as she continued to kiss him. It was so innocent and delicious. His balls drew up, and his ass clenched.
“Swallow it all, Enzo.” Duncan sank deeper into Enzo’s mouth while he lowered his hand between Bella’s legs and ran his middle finger along her slit. The wetness there didn’t surprise him. Enzo told Duncan she liked to watch. She got off on seeing him take a load from a guy, and Duncan wouldn’t deny her. “Pull the blankets off, so Bella can watch me come down your throat.” He filled her then with two fingers and used his thumb to roll her clit.
> Enzo wrenched the blankets from him, exposing Duncan to the cool air of the room. Bella’s gasp went straight to Duncan’s dick, and he grunted. In a matter of minutes, Bella and Enzo had worked him into a frenzy. He was going to come, but it was only the beginning. Duncan palmed the back of Enzo’s head and pushed down as the first spurt of his release shot from his tip. He groaned through each jerk, so fucking horny it hurt. He swore if Enzo continued to suck him, the man would rip another orgasm from him.
Above him, Bella trembled. Her cunt squeezed around his fingers before beginning to pulse through her release. Fuck, she really did get worked up watching Enzo suck another guy off. Duncan glanced up at Bella. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were closed. She was beautiful. Stunning. She coated Duncan’s fingers with her juices as she climaxed. He removed his fingers from her and licked them clean, reveling in her taste.
“Fuck her, Enzo,” Duncan said, his voice thick with arousal. “Fuck her hard and show me how she likes it. Then I’m going to fuck her.”
Enzo’s attention snapped to his. “Yes, Master Duncan.”
“Maybe if you take your time, I’ll fuck you first.” Duncan produced a bottle of lube and a condom from the end table. The minute Enzo whimpered, Duncan’s semi-hard dick thickened once more. They’d both wanted it.
Bella climbed over Duncan’s lap only to stop and fit his tip to her entrance. When she sat down, he saw stars. Nothing compared. He’d always been so fucking disciplined. Always protected himself and his partner. Bella rolled her hips, allowing the thickest part of him into her small snatch. His eyes widened in wonder. No one had ever taken him fully. He wasn’t overly long but made up for it in girth, and the idea of her cream run down his balls while she twitched around him, accommodating him, flipped his fucking switch. He ground her against his groin, feeling her clamp down on him while she cried out.
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I don’t take orders very well. You may have to punish me later.” Her husky chuckle combined with the way she swiveled her hips spiked his arousal.
“Naughty girl. It’ll be my pleasure disciplining you.” Duncan smacked her ass, alternating from her left to her right cheek. He reveled in the way she clenched around him, growing wetter by the second.
