Rapture (McKenzie Brothers)

by Lexi Buchanan

  Ruben turns back to us, standing in a fighter’s stance looking between the two of us.

  “We had a complaint that a guy was making out with someone in here…I had no idea it would be you two.”

  “We’re not making out,” Ramon tells his brother, before looking back at me. “Will you be okay?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  Ramon steps back from me, which puts me in Ruben’s line of sight and when he glances at me his eyes widen before he looks back at his brother and asks, “What’s going on?”

  Ramon runs his hands through his hair and looks at me. “Sebastian,” he whispers.

  Ruben starts to laugh. “You mean because he’s here with Jacky?” Seeing Ramon nod his head, he continues, “He’s here with her because of me.”

  We both freeze hearing Ruben’s words.

  “Look, I was in the office earlier today while she was there so I told him to bring her down to the club tonight before my mouth hooked up with my brain.”

  He slams his hand on the door to stop whoever just tried to enter from coming in. “Not now.”

  Leaning against the door, he looks back at us. “He couldn’t really say anything else after that, but yes. So here they are and it appears I’ve screwed up, but I’m not sure how, other than to get him out of his dry spell,” he smirks.

  Well, at least I know how he came to be here with Jacky, but what’s he going to do about later?

  Urgh! I’ve had enough of thinking tonight and I either need to get drunk or leave. With the mood I’m in, the latter will be preferable otherwise if I get drunk I’ll probably end up crying on Ramon’s shoulder. Literally.

  “Look, let’s just leave it and get out of here otherwise Ruben’s going to have a lot of unhappy customers,” I say pulling away from Ramon and walking out the door with both guys following me.

  “ROSIE.” Ruben’s roar frightening the life out of me. “What the fuck you doing back here?”

  Wow, no love lost between those two, but looking more closely Rosie looks upset.

  “Um, boss,” the bouncer from the door says coming up behind us, “someone grabbed her out on the floor. Sebastian got her free, but I think she’s a bit shaken.”

  Ruben opens and closes his mouth without anything coming out as I spot a tear start to trail down Rosie’s face.

  Pushing the men aside, I walk over to her. “Rosie, will you let me help you?”

  Seeing her nod, probably seconds before a meltdown, I turn to Ruben. “Is there somewhere private I can take her?”

  Without moving his eyes from Rosie, he points behind him.

  Chapter 14

  Sebastian

  What a fuck up. A fuck up, which I blame my brother for. Him and his fuckin’ mouth. I admit Jacky gave me the perfect opportunity to tell her no, but not wanting to be a dick and wanting Carla out of my head, I agreed.

  Now she’s gone off dancing with someone else while I came to Rosie’s rescue. Some jerk grabbed her by the tits and pulled her back against him while she struggled to get free. The fucker should be grateful Ruben hadn’t been the one to catch him in the act or he’d have planted his fist in the bastard’s face. As it was, Keith, the bouncer from the door, came and intervened and practically dragged him out of the club by his ear.

  Ruben might not realize it yet, but he has an itch where little Rosie is concerned.

  Smiling, I turn to leave the dance floor while the band look to be taking a break, only to get accosted by a woman, who sounds Scottish, and her fuckin’ feather boa. “Hi handsome,” she says, shimmering her body around me. “We’re looking for someone to do a strip for us because the one we’d booked for Emma’s bachelorette party can’t make it.” She starts making eyes at me while trying to get the feather thing around my neck. “You’d look good without your clothes.”

  Oh god, could tonight get any worse?

  “Sorry–” Did she just squeeze my ass?

  “Catherine, have you found anyone to replace–” a British woman says before stopping midsentence to have a good look at me, while little Miss. Scottish, or rather Catherine is rubbing up against my ass with her hands moving from my stomach slowly down south.

  Trying to stop her from grabbing my junk, I look up and the other woman is standing in front of me licking her lips with a bright green feather boa before moving in and practically falling against my chest.

  “Um, ladies, I think you’ve both had a little too much to drink,” I say, trying to untangle myself, praying this whole act isn’t being caught on camera and wondering where the fuck the bouncers are.

  “I’m no lady. I’m Cat…you know after Cat Woman because I’m good with a whip. You know what I’m saying?”

  Oh fuck!

  “And I’m Poison Ivy and wouldn’t mind sliding up and down your pole,” says little Miss. Britain, while I try and bat her hands away from the buttons on my shirt that she’s trying to slip open.

  Hearing a roar of laughter behind her, I glance up and watch my brother’s eyes dance with mirth behind Poison Ivy at my expense.

  “You know what ladies, let me introduce you to my brother,” I say grinning at the look on Ruben’s face when he catches on to what I’m up to.

  “You mean there’s two of you?” Poison Ivy mutters, spinning around and stumbling into Ruben. “Oh, wow, you’re cute, big guy. Look at them muscles,” she says squeezing Ruben’s arms. “Tell me…are you big all over,” she hiccups.

  Now it’s my turn to roar with laughter as I notice Carla talking to Rosie near the hall to the restrooms and Ruben’s office.

  I need to talk to her and explain about Jacky. I know she’s with my brother, but I feel like a bastard coming on to her one minute then going out on a date with someone else the next. Yeah, mixed signals or what.

  “Ruben, I’ll leave you to take care of your fan club.” I look at Cat Woman and Poison Ivy, grin then excuse myself, “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure, but I have somewhere else to be. Ruben here will take real good care of you both. He likes whips.”

  Walking towards Carla, I laugh at the expression on Ruben’s face when I mention him liking whips. I’ve expanded on the truth with that one because he likes his toys, but as far as I’m aware he’s not into whips.

  “Hey Sebastian,” Rosie says looking sad, until she looks at my shirt then a grin spreads across her face. “Um, pink suits you.” She saunters off towards the bar.

  Carla tries to slip past me, but I shoot an arm out to stop her. “Please Carla. Please let me talk to you…let me explain.”

  She turns to look at me and it takes everything I have not to reach out and wrap her up in my arms, but instead I usher her back down the hallway she’s just come down and into Ruben’s office so we can have some privacy.

  As I close the door behind us, Carla sits on the edge of Ruben’s desk facing me, and for once in my life I can’t think of anything to say.

  She’s wearing high heels that do amazing things for her already amazing legs. Leaning back against the door with my arms crossed, I continue my lazy perusal up her body while I’m unobserved by anyone, but her. The slinky black dress she’s wearing is held over her breasts by multiple straps crisscrossing over her back, which I’d noticed earlier. The fitting of the dress makes me wonder whether or not she has anything on underneath.

  My breathing is uneven as the lust running through my body starts to take hold, hardening my cock.

  Fuck, bringing her in here wasn’t such a good idea.

  Chapter 15

  Carla

  Sebastian reminds me of a bull ready to charge at the matador with his breathing heavy, nostrils flaring. The only difference with the eyes is that the bulls would be wide with anger whereas Sebastian’s are partly closed with lust.

  Glancing down his body, my eyes widen when I catch sight of the bulge in his pants, which he doesn’t seem too bothered about me seeing. Watching his cock twitch, I lick my lips, getting slightly sidetracked when I spot some pink and green feathers. Re
ally!

  “Fuck Carla. Don’t look at me as though you’re ready to suck me off,” he says closing his eyes.

  My eyes widen at his words, unable to comprehend him talking to me like he just did. I’m not a prude and don’t have any objection to him speaking to me like he did, which is a hell of a turn on. The surprise is Sebastian saying it when there hasn’t been anything other than a hug and a few words between us, none of which involved sucking him off.

  “You eye fucked me. So what’s your problem?” I counter, crossing my ankles as I grip Ruben’s desk for dear life because I’m seconds away from wrestling him to the floor.

  He looks to be fighting some internal demon, which probably involves both Ramon and me. What must it be like for him wanting the woman he thinks is with his brother? This is just so screwed up and I really wish Ramon was here to explain to Sebastian about our relationship. It kills me seeing him so tortured about it, but for not really knowing how much Ramon was going to tell him to explain our living arrangements, I stay silent.

  “I didn’t invite Jacky here tonight, my brother dropped me in it when he visited the office earlier today. I was going to explain to her I couldn’t go on a date with her when she started crying; so here we are.”

  He looks gorgeous resting against the door in his black pants and white silk shirt, which is slightly unbuttoned around his neck, just enough room for my tongue to invade if we were lovers.

  I’ve seen him without a shirt once at his parents’ ranch when he was playing football. My jaw had practically dropped to the floor when I’d spotted him in boots, jeans and nothing else. His chest was that of a sculpted god, with a six pack that trailed down into a V, which I’d seen thanks to his jeans hanging low on his hips. Lily had nudged me to bring me out of my trance.

  “Dare I ask what has that look on your face?” he asks, watching me through heavily lidded eyes.

  Without thought of the consequences, I reply, “You.”

  He seems shocked.

  “I was thinking about the time when you were playing football at your parents’ ranch in nothing but jeans and boots.” I smile. “Lily caught me drooling over you.”

  Now he has a sexy as sin grin on his face. “You were drooling over me,” he says as he slowly stalks towards me, like a panther ready to pounce. “Have you got any idea how many times I’ve ‘drooled,’” he grins, “over you? Because it’s too many times to count.”

  Uncrossing my ankles, he slides his hands up my thighs, taking the hem of my dress with him before stepping between my widened thighs. His hands slide to my hips, which he squeezes before gripping my ass and pulling me into his aroused body.

  Reaching out with my hands, I remove the pink and green feathers clinging to his shirt, raising an eyebrow in question.

  He laughs. “I got caught up in the middle of a bachelorette party out there, and left them with Ruben to sort out.”

  I chuckle as I start rubbing up and down his arms with my hands, moving up towards his shoulders and eventually I’m able to slide my fingers though the hair at the nape of his neck, which is what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.

  He shivers against me when he feels my hands on his skin, flexing his hands on my ass and pressing me more into him. I can feel him thicken as he rests against my panty-clad pussy, which I didn’t think was possible.

  “I desperately need to taste you,” he tells me between clenched teeth while I feel his cock throbbing against my core, which is wet and throbbing for his touch.

  Moving slightly, he hisses between his teeth as I rub against him, wrapping my legs around his.

  “Fuck. Carla. Stop,” he pants. “I’m seconds from ripping your panties off and fucking you on my brother’s desk.”

  A groan escapes before I can stop it. “I wouldn’t complain.”

  I move my hands from his neck and wrap my arms around his waist as I drop my forehead to his chest trying to gain some control, but end up breathing in his scent, which makes me cling to him even harder wanting to burst into tears.

  He gradually removes his hands from my ass and wraps one arm around my back and his other hand holds my head to his chest as he rests his chin on the top of my head.

  “I need to talk to Ramon because I’m falling for you Carla. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and although it scares the shit out of me, I can’t ignore what you make me feel anymore. You’re mine.” He kisses me on the head before whispering, “Please don’t sleep with him,” into my hair.

  “Please, leave it for now. I promise to talk to him, but not tonight. Please. For me, Sebastian.”

  He nods his head while averting his eyes, but not before I see the hurt he’s trying to hide.

  Knowing this amazing man is hurting because he thinks I’m sleeping with his brother has tears leaking from my eyes. I try to blink them away before he feels them through his shirt, but there’s too many and they continue to fall.

  Sebastian stops caressing my back and uses his hand underneath my chin to lift my tear stained face to his, using his thumbs to try and stem the flow. “Baby, please don’t cry. Oh God, Carla.”

  “I don’t sleep with him,” I cry out just as the door opens. We both turn to see who interrupted us and find Ramon in the doorway.

  Ramon looks pissed and I’m not sure why. We’re friends and he knows about Sebastian and my attraction to each other, so his anger doesn’t make sense.

  I press slightly on Sebastian’s back before pulling away and walking towards Ramon. “Is everything alright?” I ask placing my hand on his arm.

  “It’s fine, but we need to leave,” he bites out, looking at his brother.

  What the hell?

  “Ramon, I don’t under–” I trail off when Jacky pushes past us both nearly knocking me over in her haste to get to Sebastian.

  “Sebastian, I’ve been looking for you,” she purrs, running her hands up his chest and around his neck where my hands were a few minutes ago.

  Expecting Sebastian to push her away, I’m surprised as hell when he puts his hands on her hips and smiles at her.

  My stomach drops. “Get me out of here, Ramon,” I say as a startled Sebastian finally pushes Jacky away from him.

  “Carla, wait,” he calls as I’m storming down the corridor. I can hear Ramon telling him to leave it for now before following me.

  Chapter 16

  Sebastian

  “Let her go. She’s your brother’s girl,” Jacky tells me clutching my arm, either to keep me with her or to stop herself from face planting the floor, I’m not sure which.

  God, one minute I’m telling Carla she’s mine, and the next minute I’m clutching Jacky’s hips and grinning at her. In my defense, I grabbed her so she wouldn’t rub against me and feel my erection because knowing Jacky, she would have thought it was for her, and get the totally wrong idea.

  “You know,” Ruben says from the doorway, “I don’t think I’ve ever had as much traffic in my office before tonight or women.”

  I laugh, releasing the tension that’s had a hold of me since walking into the room with Carla. “You’re only jealous brother.” I grin. “What happened to the bachelorettes?”

  “I owe you for that, brother,” he says in warning, walking behind his desk. “If you’re done for the night, I have work to do.”

  “I’ll go, but we’re straight.” I glance to Jacky before glaring at Ruben, who laughs before getting back to his paperwork, shaking his head.

  “What was that about?” Jacky ask, slurring her words.

  “Nothing much. Let’s go.”

  I take Jacky by the arm and lead her through the crowd in the club before finally getting outside to breathe in some fresh air. Jacky sways drunkenly on her heels and I glance at her warily hoping she doesn’t get sick until after I’ve dropped her off.

  Glancing at her she looks a bit green. “Are you going to make it home okay?”

  Cody’s just pulled up to the curb with the car. Jumping out, he looks at Jacky then
me before hurrying to open the car door for her.

  She practically falls into the car taking up most of the seat, but after some maneuvering I manage to sit as far away as possible in the town car. As Cody pulls away, she turns onto her side and curls up into the fetal position, giving me a view of her naked ass.

  Closing my eyes, I rest my head along the back of the seat and try not to think about Jacky’s naked pussy, which is wide open for my viewing pleasure with just one turn of my head.

  It’s been a long time since I had a woman’s legs spread for me to sink my cock into, and the throbbing going on in my pants is only to be expected. But getting hard because of Jacky’s naked pussy staring me in the face is making me feel guilty as hell.

  Carla’s getting her needs met by my brother so why the fuck can’t I get mine met with someone else? And what the hell did she mean when she told me she didn’t sleep with Ramon? They’re dating and they live together.

  Going round a corner, Jacky rolls onto her back with one leg going across my lap, her dress practically around her hips as her other leg drops to the floor.

  Fuckin’ bastard! I pull my eyes away, but they have a will of their own and keep going back to her pussy lips. Teasing me and my cock, which desperately wants to sink between her legs. Shit, not her legs, Carla’s legs. What the fuck’s wrong with me?

  “Touch me,” she whispers.

  My eyes shoot to hers, which are heavily lidded as she’s obviously been watching me lick my lips at the wetness I can see between her nether lips.

  With slight hesitation, I tell her, “I can’t.”

  Reaching for her dress with the intention of covering her up, she grabs one of my hands and puts it between her legs, coating my fingers with her arousal.

  She moans and throws her head back as I dip my index finger inside her.

  I can’t do this. “Jacky, I’m sorry, but I can’t give you what you want.” As I pull back she scrambles to get upright and starts to lunge for me as Cody opens the door so I quickly climb out, nearly falling on my ass in my haste.