This is new territory. Gaige and I have shared girls before, but only something passing and physical, not to mention forgettable. This is totally different. Because with Tess, it's so much more than that. We've shared a girl's body before, but never her heart, and I'm suddenly wondering if this friendship we've got that's thicker than blood can survive something like Tess.
5
Tess
When I wake up the next day, I almost wonder if everything I remember is a dream. Because when I think about what happened the night before, it's almost like it can’t be real — like it has to be something wonderful I imagined. But the sweet soreness in my body tells me it was all real. I bite my lip, my pulse thundering through me as I sink back into the covers and remember every dirty, amazing detail — the way they felt, the way that the both of them held me, and touched me, and kissed me, and fucked me.
Last night was like nothing I've ever experienced. Not even close. For one, because of the obviously new experience of being with two guys at the same time. That alone has my cheeks burning hot as I burrow under the covers. Part of me can't believe I actually did it — that I actually had a crazy threesome with two gorgeous men who also happen to be my bosses. But the other part of me glows with this newfound excitement - like I've awoken this dirtier, sexier part of me that I've always kept hidden - maybe a part of me I never even knew was there.
But then there's the other part about the night — the part after the sex, and before I finally admitted I was falling asleep and had to go home. I've never felt so close to anyone. Talking with them, and opening up, and listening to their stories was incredible. And by the time I did leave, I realized that I'd never had anywhere close to that kind of connection with someone — not even with Nathan, and let alone with two someones.
Leaving them hurt, but staying meant something scarier. Staying meant admitting that the little voice in my head was right, as insane as it sounded at the time — the voice that said I was falling for Dane and Gaige.
But no, that's legit crazy talk, I tell myself. No one falls for someone they barely know after one night and one round of hot sex, even if it is the single best, most mind-blowingly good sex of your life. And certainly no one falls for two someones like that.
Except, I think I have. Hard.
The thought makes my brow furrow with worry, and has me crawling back under the covers completely.
No good can come of this.
The thought stings, but I know it's true. Either I tell them and realize they saw it completely differently — just a fun night of letting go with a girl who was willing to take them both. Or, if they do feel the same, there's two of them, and they're freaking best friends. And there's no way that ends well. It's not like I've ever been in this situation before, but I can play it through in my head enough to see how this goes. Two best friends with one girl between them? Yeah, that's a recipe for disaster. Add to all of this that they're my bosses, and that they own this business with three other good friends, and I'm suddenly wishing last night had never happened, as much as that hurts.
I linger, brooding, under the covers for another few minutes before I finally take a deep breath and swing my legs out of breath.
I know what I have to do, even if it hurts. But there's no good way out of this. There's no scenario where all of this doesn't end in catastrophe, and whether they feel the same way or not, I care enough about the two of them enough to know I have to stop this before it hurts someone. Even if stopping it hurts me.
I dress quickly, have some coffee, and then head out the door. I walk instead of taking the subway, going over what I'm going to say when I get there. And I'm still practicing when I arrive in front of the place where I lost myself the night before.
Lume is closed, since they don't open until evening. But, I know Vince is probably in the office, so I ring the buzzer anyways. A minute later, after Gaige's brooding, quiet, and fierce-gazed older brother buzzes me in, I'm on the way to his office, and I still have no idea what I'm going to say.
6
Vince
I know.
She doesn’t know that, of course, but I fucking know. I didn't immediately, but when I met Gaige and Dane out for a drink way late last night, after they closed up Lume, I fuckin' knew.
They tried to play it coy at first, but when you've known guys as long as I've known Dane and my little brother, you get a good sense for cutting through the bullshit. Both of them had this guilty, shit-eating look on their faces, and it didn't take more than a second for me to put it all together. Hell, I've known what those two knuckleheads have been thinking for years, especially since I'm the oldest and taking care of Gaige, Dane, Luke, and Noah was literally my full-time job until I could teach them how to defend themselves on the streets of Queens. Hell, even after that, I've been taking care of them. So, yeah, I can read their bullshit pretty easily.
"Tess," I'd growled slowly, my eyes hardening and my hand clenching at the drink in my hand. Dane and Gaige had glanced at each other, and I could see them start to try and deny it before I shook my head, stopping them.
I wasn't mad. I'm still not "mad", but there's no denying the jealousy roaring up through me. I've wanted her since the second I saw her that day she walked in. And not just wanted her like I wanted to strip her clothes off and taste every inch of her body, I mean I wanted her as in I wanted her. I know Gaige saw her first — technically. But I was the one that sat through arguably the longest interview of my entire life. And the whole time, I was just slowly becoming addicted to her.
Everything about her too — her beauty for sure, but also her wit, her intellect, and her charm. The way her mind worked, the way she held herself so confidently even after just walking into the hottest club in town looking for a job.
"It just happened, man," Dane had growled, sipping his beer and holding my fierce gaze. He wasn't apologizing, but then, he didn't have to. I didn't and don't have any sort of claim on Tess, even if I want her more than any woman I've ever wanted — by a fucking mile — and even though I barely know her.
The thought of her with the two of them — of Gaige and Dane taking her and claiming that perfect, tight little body every which way until she screamed for more — is an interesting one. I thought about it all night in fact, twisting in my bed with this blazing mix of fierce jealousy and overpowering arousal. Yeah, I might be a little pissed that they got to her first, but the images of her peeling her clothes off, and spreading her creamy thighs for them, or opening those sweet lips to suck on Dane's thick cock while Gaige eases every inch inside — I mean, fuck.
I've literally been hard ever since, and now here she is, standing in front of me in my office above the club. She was captivating before. Knowing what she did last night and knowing now the wildness she's capable of makes her irresistible.
…And I'm honestly not sure how long I'll be able to control myself alone with her.
She shuts the door behind her and turns back to me. She's wearing a modest but flirty skirt, black flats, and button up top. It's not like she's dressed up to look sexy or anything, but that’s part of what makes her fucking gorgeous. Fuck, this girl could've stepped in here wearing a fucking space-suit, and I'd still want to bend her over my desk and run my tongue over every inch of her.
Her face is a deep shade of red, and she chews on her bottom lip as she twists her hands in front of her, like some sort of naughty schoolgirl who's been busted for something bad.
Another image of me bending her over my knee and spanking that naughty little ass for the dirty things she did the night before with Dane and Gaige comes into my mind, and my cock throbs in my jeans.
"What can I do for you, Tess?" I say quietly, my eyes burning fiercely as I drink her in. She swallows again, still looking nervous and awkward as she avoids my eyes.
"I have to quit."
I smile quietly. I wondered if that's what she was here for. And I know why she thinks she has to quit, of course. But that's not going to happen.
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"Because?"
I decide to tease her. I decide I want to see her squirm on the line a little bit, because there's something so fucking sexy about that blush to her cheeks.
"Because…" She trails off and shrugs. "You know."
"I'm not sure I do."
I want her to say it. I want her to tell me what a dirty girl she was the night before.
…And then I'm going to have her.
It's nothing I've planned. In fact, it's not even something I was sure of before she walked in here. But seeing her right here, standing in front of me and captivating every bit of my senses, I know it for sure: she's not walking out of this office without me showing her what she's missed with me.
She clears her throat. "Last night…" She trails off again, and I smile.
"What about last night, Tess?" I growl as I stand and stalk around the desk towards her, like I'm hunting my prey. Her eyes go a little wide when I come closer, and I watch as her breath catches. She can probably see the thick bulge in my jeans, but I honestly do not care. Fuck, I want her to see how hard she makes me.
"Why don't you tell me about last night," I purr, moving closer to her. Tess's jaw drops a little, and her face gets even redder.
"You— you know?"
I smile, my eyes burning into hers. "Of course I do. I know all the dirty things you did last night with Gaige and Dane."
She blushes deeper, and I can tell she's about to say something when I stop her with a shake of my head.
"And it's all I've been thinking about ever since they told me."
I step even closer to her, but she doesn't back up. Instead, I watch her chest rise quickly with her breath. Her eyes go a little wider, and when I see a spark in that gaze, I can also see the hunger there. My pulse quickens, my cock pulsing rock hard in the confines of my jeans as I step right into her, until we're almost touching. Tess's breath catches, and she swallows thickly.
"Resignation denied," I growl.
"You can't deny me quitting."
"I just did."
"Why?" she says quietly, her eyes darting over mine.
"Because I can't and I won't let the girl I never saw coming and can't get out of my head walk away from me."
I don't give her even a second to let that sink in before I pull her tight to me, lean in, and kiss her with everything I have. It's better than I even imagined. Her pillowy, soft lips sear to mine, and when my tongue seeks entrance to her mouth, she whimpers softly as she opens them for me. I growl into her, my hands tightening on her and pulling her so close that I'm enveloping her in my powerful arms. Time stands still, I pretend I don't need to breathe, and I just get utterly and totally lost in that kiss.
Slowly, panting for air, we pull apart, and our eyes lock. Her face is flushed, and her look is pure, raw want as I hold them with my own.
"Where did that come from," she breathes, bringing a hand up to touch her lips gingerly.
"I wanted to do that from the second you walked into this office the first day you strutted in here," I growl. "I wanted to do that and so fucking much more ever since I laid eyes on you."
Her lips pull back in this adorable smile, before suddenly, it falters and she looks away.
"Last night, with Dane and your brother…" She bites her lip, still unable to look at me. "If I'd known—"
I stop her with a small chuckle, and this time, she looks right up at me.
"You think I'd have kissed you just now if that mattered to me? Those two couldn't keep a secret to save their lives. They told me last night, though they didn't have to because it was all over their faces." I draw a breath and pull her into me. "Tess, you'll find that I'm a jealously protective man, except when it comes to my brothers. And Dane is basically just as much a brother to me as Gaige."
She shakes her head, her brow worried. "You're not pissed about what happened last night?"
"Pissed? No." My jaw tightens as I press into her, my hand sliding down her back until it firmly cups her sweet little ass. She gasps, and her hips arch into me.
"Not pissed, beautiful," I growl. "Turned the fuck on."
I kiss her again, and this time, it's downright savage. She moans into my lips this time, our tongues dancing together as I crush her against my body. I whirl, making her gasp as I push her back until her ass comes up against my desk.
"Tess, I think you’ll find that we all share more than a business," I groan.
"You're really not upset about what happened last—"
"I'm not," I say with finality. "But only if you say it."
"Say it?"
I groan, letting the full length of my rock hard cock press into her thigh through my jeans. She moans, her hands tightening on my shirt.
"Tell me what you did last night," I growl. "Tell me what you did with them, and tell me how much of a bad girl you were."
She gasps, panting and crying out as my lips trail over her neck.
"I— I slept with them," she whimpers, moaning as I nip at her collarbone.
"Slept?"
She whimpers again.
"Say it," I growl. My hands move to her blouse, almost tearing the buttons off as I pop them one by one. Her smooth skin is exposed to me, and my cock lurches in my pants.
"I…I fucked them," she finally whispers out, and I swear I could come from just hearing those words come from her sweet lips.
"Yeah?" I purr, shoving her shirt off her shoulders and down her slender arms until it binds at her elbows. I push her skirt up high, groaning as her purple lace panties are exposed to me. I like purple. I'll like purple a whole lot more when it's caught between my teeth being dragged down her thighs.
"Did you suck their cocks," I growl, making her cry out as I punctuate the words with my teeth on her neck.
"Yes," she moans.
"You opened those pretty lips and let them put their big cocks in there so you could suck them like a dirty little slut, didn't you?"
I push my hand between her legs, running my fingers up and down her panties. I groan as I feel how wet and hot she is, her arousal leaking right through the lacy panties. She can't even answer with words, because when my knuckle starts to drag over her clit right through those panties, all she can do is moan.
"Show me how you fucked them, baby girl," I purr, tugging her panties to the side and running a finger up and down her lips. "Show me how bad you can be."
7
Tess
My whole world rocks when Vince kisses me, and after that, it's like a free fall.
An amazing, body-quaking, mind-blowing free fall.
There's of course a rush of emotions and reservations about what happened last night with Dane and his brother. After all, what happened with them was seriously intense, and on top of that, it was also a lot more than just sex. Sure, the sex itself was easily the best, most mind-blowing sex of my life, but it was the part that came after that has my head and my heart all twisted up. It was the opening up, and the connection I felt with them that was unlike anything I've ever felt, with anyone.
It's all of that that has me tangled up inside when Vince kisses me. Especially when he tells me that he's wanted me ever since he laid eyes on me, because here's the really fucked up part: despite what happened with Gaige and Dane last night, I've been feeling the exact same way. I mean Vince is gorgeous — like a darker, slightly bigger, fiercer version of his hot younger brother. He's got the same piercing blue eyes, but his comes with this intense stony power behind it that strikes something deep inside of me. I felt it through the whole interview, sitting in this very office across the desk from him and feeling the heat throb between my legs just being around him.
It was one of my hesitations last night with Gaige and Dane — the fact that I'd been lusting after their brother and friend since the second I met him. But of course, those hesitations were shattered pretty damn quickly as things heated up.
But Vince isn't mad. I mean, even if all we had was looks, and even if it wasn't like he and I were anythin
g or had any sort of history, if he was pissed, I'd get it. I try putting myself in his shoes, and wonder how in the hell I wouldn't be rip-shit furious if my friend or my sister got to a man I'd been into before I could make a move. Putting it in that context, I almost want to get pissed myself, at myself. But every kiss and every touch and every whispered filthy word from Vince's lips tell me he's not.
Actually, I think he might be more turned on because of it. It’s so dirty that I shiver at the thought.
I cry out when he pushes my panties to the side and runs his fingers up my slit. I'm soaked for him — utterly dripping for this dark, dominant, powerful man.
"Look how fucking wet you are," he growls, making me whimper. "Does thinking about letting Dane and my brother fuck you get you this hot? Or is it thinking about how hard I'm going to fuck you right here and right now over this desk that's got this pretty little pussy so eager for me?"
"Both!" I manage to choke out, gasping as he pushes two fingers inside and strokes them in and out.
"Were you this fucking wet last night, you bad little girl? Was this little pussy all sticky and wet while you sucked one of their big cocks while the other one fucked you like a good little slut?"
His coarse words are filthy, and unlike anything anyone's ever said to me before. But very quickly, I'm very much wishing someone had talked to me like this before, because my entire body shivers in ecstasy at his dirty talk.
"Did you cream all over my brother's cock while Dane pumped his cum into your dirty little mouth?"
His thumb rolls over my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out, and all I can do is nod before I crush my mouth to his and moan into his lips. He groans, his tongue wrestling with mine as his other hand slides up to tangle in my hair. He pulls it tight enough to make me gasp before he pulls away, his eyes full of fire. He moves lower, his mouth trailing down my chest as he loosens my bra and pulls it down. His lips find my nipples, sucking and teasing them as he grinds his thick cock against my soaked panties.