And it’s not wrong.
I do want that. Want them.
But after yesterday and Dom teasing me all morning, I don’t think I can be blamed for the raw fire begging to be fanned. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Dom.
The man in question scoops up the discarded sheets and carts them to the mudroom where the washer and dryer are stacked. We can hear him start the load, neither me nor Nicolas making any sort of eye contact.
By the time Dom returns with a mattress that he hauls out onto the porch, there’s a weighted tension in the air that I can feel on my skin.
He moves to Nicolas and the two kiss. Long and hard. The kind of aggressive lip locking that makes me press my thighs together. Dom has his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair. The other... the other is wrapped around Nicolas’s cock through the soft fabric of his slacks. He’s rubbing and stroking and nibbling on his lip.
Nicolas’s expression is tense, dark with a thick cloud of desire.
“Come here, Isla.”
My heart jumps at the sound of my name, but I hurry over.
Dom doesn’t break the kiss, doesn’t unleash his choking hold on Nicolas’s cock. He releases the other man’s hair and threads those fingers through my strands.
I’m pulled into their circle. My back is lined with Nicolas’s chest. My waist is captured by his hands, I think to steady us.
“Both of you, be good for Daddy.” Dom prompts, freeing my hair to capture my chin. My face is tipped. “Take care of your brother, Isla.”
Nicolas groans behind me. His fingers tighten. Slips beneath my sweater. Grazes the skin of my waist.
Dom strokes him faster, eyes on my face.
“Will you do that for Daddy?”
I nod, already reaching to replace his hand around Nicolas’s stiff erection.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Dom growls deep in his throat. “Such a good girl. Take your top off. I want to see your pretty tits before I leave.”
I do, eagerly. Ripping the material up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples sharpen through the fabric of the tank top underneath. I pull the straps down my arms, spilling my breasts free for him.
Both men make the same sound of such pleasure my toes curl in my sneakers.
“Turn.”
I do and find myself facing my stepbrother. His attention is on my chest. His chest rises and falls sharply as Dom cages me between his arms and reaches to undo Nicolas’s pants. Free his cock.
“Make him happy, baby,” he murmurs into my ear while stroking the full, leaking length. “I want to hear every detail when I get back.”
He pulls my hands up to join his around the heavy slab of meat and Nicolas swears. His fingers ball into fists.
“What’s my baby going to do while Daddy’s gone?”
I swallow and stare into the icy inferno of Nicolas’s eyes.
“Take care of my big brother while you’re gone and do whatever he says.”
Nicolas’s nostrils flare, because Dom hadn’t said that last part.
“That’s right. He’s in charge, Isla. You’ll do whatever he tells you like the good little whore you are.” He strokes Nicolas harder with my hands trapped in between. “Watch over your sister, Nicky. Take good care of her.”
He gets a glower and bared teeth for his efforts.
