Down and Dirty, page 16
Rhys lowered his head to kiss her, his lips softer but no less hungry than Tony’s earlier. She’d obsessed over the kisses they’d shared a few weeks ago, the memory of them fueling the fantasies she couldn’t stop playing over and over in her mind.
The other waitresses at work had remarked on her new habit of daydreaming, constantly asking her what on earth she could be thinking about. She hadn’t told them about her new living situation, though she wasn’t sure why.
In her mind, she kept thinking this couldn’t be real. That tomorrow she’d wake up to discover she and Jasper were still in the shelters, still hungry, still fighting for a way out. No matter how many mornings she woke up in that soft, warm bed, she couldn’t find a way to believe that it would last. Life had a way of pulling the rug out from under her whenever she least expected it. She’d crashed to the floor too many times to trust this.
The problem was…while she couldn’t trust this reality to last, she did trust Rhys and Tony.
That contradiction was wreaking havoc on her, which was why her brain never—NEVER—turned off.
“Put it all away, Jess,” Rhys murmured, his lips brushing the side of her mouth.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I want to. I’m trying.”
Tony stepped behind her, his hands on her waist as he kissed the top of her head. She was surrounded by their warmth, bolstered by their strength, their affection.
Tony tugged out the band gathering her hair in a ponytail so that her brunette waves fell over her shoulders. He shifted all of it to one side, granting himself unhindered access to the side of her neck. He kissed it, his tongue darting out to stroke her skin, to tease the spot behind her ear.
When he spoke, his words were hot against her skin. “This was inescapable, Jess. From the moment we found you shivering outside this apartment, the three of us have been hurtling toward this night. Right here. Right now.”
Her head tilted to the side, silently inviting him to continue his ministrations. Rhys watched the two of them for a few seconds before drawing one hand down the front of her body. He started at her throat, dragging his fingers over her shirt, cupping one of her breasts. She’d gotten ready for bed, intent on going to sleep with Jasper. Yet another weak-willed attempt at avoiding Tony and Rhys. It was easier to resist them when she wasn’t near them.
She was almost asleep when Jasper—clearly eaten up with guilt—admitted he’d broken the bowl. She’d thanked him for his honesty, kissed him good night, then let her sexual frustration find a new outlet—anger.
When she was certain Jasper was asleep, she’d put on a bra, grabbed the money, and sought them out, a powder keg set to explode.
Learning that Jasper had thought Tony and Rhys would send them away nearly killed her. Had she unwittingly transferred her own fears, her own inability to accept unconditional help, to her impressionable son?
“Lift your arms,” Rhys said.
Jess did so without hesitation, allowing him to pull her shirt off. His gaze drifted down to her bra, his fingers returning, drawing a line along the edge of the lacy material, tickling the tops of her breasts. “So beautiful,” he murmured.
She felt Tony’s hands working to free the clasp on her bra, his lips still grazing her neck and shoulder as he did so. They weren’t just undressing her. They were worshipping her.
The realization only served to increase her feverish arousal.
Tony slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders and the material fell away, baring her to their gazes. They looked their fill as she stood there, marveling over the fact she felt no embarrassment, no shyness with them.
Rhys cupped one breast, his thumb toying with her taut nipple. Tony reached around to claim the other, squeezing it with just enough pressure to send tingles along her spine, straight to her pussy. She could feel the wetness growing between her thighs. She was so ready for what came next.
Her sexual experience was painfully limited, yet with them, it didn’t matter. Her sense of self was driven by the way they viewed her, not the way she perceived herself.
They saw beauty, so she was beautiful. They saw confidence, so she was confident.
“I want to see you too.” She reached for the hem of Rhys’s shirt and he allowed her to tug it off. Despite their status as roommates, neither man had ever walked around the house shirtless, something she suspected they were doing in deference to her and Jasper’s presence in the apartment.
She sucked in a breath at Rhys’s bare chest. He and Tony ran every day, and there was an expensive set of weights in a makeshift gym in the basement of the building. They’d taken her there a few days after she and Jasper had moved in, giving her a grand tour not just of the apartment but of the offices below, telling her all the improvements they’d made after buying it.
Rhys must have spent more time in that gym than she realized. His arms were muscular, his chest well-defined, sexy as fuck. His doctor’s coat hid a lot—too much—of him.
Like him, she longed to touch. She ran her hand over his chest, his soft skin encasing rock-hard pecs and abs. She sensed Tony watching.
“Have the two of you…” She stumbled slightly on her question. “Is this something…”
“Rhys and I have never shared a woman,” Tony answered, saving her from trying to find the words. “I’ve never shared a woman with anyone.”
“Oh.” The idea that they were willing to share her filled her heart with so much joy, she feared it might explode.
“I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a man, Jess,” Rhys said. “We’ll go slow, take our time.”
She’d mentioned her lack of dates to Rhys the night of the attack, the first time she’d lowered her guard and opened up to him.
“How long?” Tony asked.
“I’ve only ever had sex with Jasper’s father.”
She wasn’t sure how Tony would take that news. She feared perhaps he’d pull away, the overprotective man emerging, armed with a determination to save her, even if it meant denying himself. She’d become accustomed to his overbearing demeanor, the way he texted to check up on her, how he always asked about her day’s plans, his demands to drive her places he didn’t want her going to alone.
She always pretended to be annoyed, but the truth was, no one had ever given a shit where she was or if she was safe. His protective nature filled an emptiness she hadn’t known existed until he’d come into her life, and it was yet another reason why she’d struggled so hard to think of him as just a friend.
Tony took the news in stride, running his hand along her side. “We won’t hurt you.”
Jess wasn’t the type of person to give her trust easily, but Tony and Rhys had claimed hers nearly from the start. They’d kept her and Jasper—two strangers—safe from that very first morning, proving themselves honest, caring, good men.
Tony reached behind his neck, pulling his own shirt off. Like Rhys, he was beautifully built, though Tony’s frame was larger, bulkier. Where Rhys was muscular, Tony was stacked…and then some. His arm was larger than her thigh, and she recalled the way he’d carried her up three flights of stairs without even breathing heavy after pulling her from the freezing-cold car.
She twisted, placing a kiss on his pec, right above his heart. He felt like steel—pure, unmitigated power. And he was here. Hers. Even if only for this single night.
She sank her teeth into his pec until she heard his grunt—of surprise, of pain.
Jess lifted her eyes to Tony’s face. “Maybe I want it to hurt.” Then she glanced over her shoulder at Rhys. “And I definitely don’t want it slow.”
“Fuck,” Tony breathed, fisting her hair in his large grip and twisting her face back in his direction. He kissed her hard as his other hand slid into her lounge pants. Jess gasped in pure pleasure when he stroked her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Rhys stepped closer, sliding her pants over her hips and down. Jess stepped out of them, jerking slightly when she felt Rhys’s cock brush against her ass. He’d taken his pants off while Tony distracted her with his kisses, his fingers on her clit.
Rhys slid his cock between her legs, not entering her, just merely slipping it back and forth along her seam, teasing her entrance as Tony drove her out of her mind with his fingers.
“Yes,” she hissed. It had been so long since she’d been touched by anyone other than herself. And Tony and Rhys knew exactly how to touch her, how to stoke the flames of her arousal.
“God,” she said, as Tony’s lips traveled along her neck, his fingers still working their magic on her clit. “Please.”
Rhys pumped between her legs, coating his thick cock in her juices. “Are you on birth control?”
She shook her head. “No money. No need.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I would like…”
“I’ll give you the shot. Tomorrow.”
Jess was pure static electricity, every part of her sparking with the need to come, so much so, concentrating on his words was hard.
She nodded. “Yes. Okay.”
Rhys stepped away from her, opening his nightstand drawer. He pulled out two condoms, tossing one on the bed. She suspected they’d led her to Rhys’s room rather than Tony’s because it was farthest away from the guest room, making it unlikely Jasper would hear anything.
She loved how much they cared for her son, protected him, considered his needs. For two bachelors who had little experience with young children, they were both naturals when it came to…she went ahead and let herself think the word…fathering.
Rhys stretched his hand out to her and she took it, letting him guide her to the bed. She scooted to the middle of the mattress, lying down on her back as Rhys moved with her. He quickly slipped on the condom, then crawled over her.
The mattress sank a bit as Tony sat on the edge, facing them, watching.
They said they’d never shared a woman, but neither man gave any indication of unease with this situation. She’d never met two men so comfortable with each other, in the apartment and now here, in the bedroom.
She lifted her hands to Rhys’s shoulders, her legs parting as he placed the head of his dick at her opening. She gave him an encouraging smile when he hesitated for just a moment.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, then he gave her exactly what she’d asked for. He slammed into her with one strong, fast, hard, amazing thrust.
Jess’s pussy clenched and she came instantly. She’d already been clinging to that ledge, pushed there by Tony stroking her clit.
“Did she just come?” Tony asked, his voice deep, almost guttural, betraying his need.
Rhys nodded, his jaw clenched. “She did. She’s not making it easy to… Fuck it.” She wasn’t sure what Rhys’s original intent had been, but for the first time ever, her calm, cool, and collected doctor lost control.
And she loved it.
He pounded inside her like a man possessed, taking her with such strength and speed, she found herself at the precipice again within minutes.
“Rhys,” she called out. “Jesus. Yes!” She came again, her back arching, and Rhys joined her, pumping slower but with just as much power, once, twice, three times more. His eyes were closed, her name falling from her lips. Somehow, he managed to make it sound like a prayer.
“Jess,” he whispered. “God, Jess.”
She stilled beneath him, gasping for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart racing so, so fast.
Regardless of all that, when Rhys withdrew and dropped down to the bed at her side, she instantly raised her hand, reaching out for Tony.
He’d donned the condom already, but he didn’t immediately move over her as she expected. Instead, he took her hand and used it to pull her upright, until she was sitting next to him. He closed a fist around her hair—something she was learning was his preference—as he kissed her.
“Get on my lap, Jess. Straddle me.”
She moved into position without delay, Tony’s thick cock brushing his stomach where it pointed upwards between them.
She looked down at it, not surprised to find him extremely well-endowed. Tony was a big guy. Everywhere.
Rhys’s dick had stretched her just beyond the limit to what was comfortable. She might not be a virgin, but with these two, she felt as good as.
“Change your mind on the slow and easy?” Tony asked, his smug smile telling her that he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone.
She shook her head. “Not a chance.”
Jess lifted herself up, her knees on the mattress on either side of Tony’s hips. She reached for his cock, guiding it toward her. Then, she showed him just how un-slow and un-easy she wanted him. She dropped all her weight back down, driving his dick to the hilt as she cried out. Partly in pain—the good kind—and partly in unadulterated pleasure.
Her actions took Tony off guard but only at first. His huge hands encased her hips, stopping her before she could lift herself to do the same again.
He held her down, his cock filling every inch of her. “Give yourself a second to adjust, angel. Because you’re about to go for one hell of a ride.”
Rhys hadn’t spoken when he took her, the two of them lost in the sensations, the pleasure. Tony was a dirty talker. And Jess discovered something new about herself. Because hearing the words was just as potent as the feelings these men provoked.
“Is that right?” she taunted. There was something about Tony Moretti that made her want to push all his buttons, the same way he pushed hers. And it wasn’t in a bad way. It was in a you-drive-me-so-fucking-crazy-and-I-want-more way.
“Don’t poke the bear, angel,” he warned, his eyes twinkling, the slight upturn of his lips telling her how much he liked playing with her too.
She wanted to respond, but she was hung up on the word angel. He’d never called her that before, and it occurred to her that no one had ever given her a nickname, a term of endearment. Now he’d said it twice, and each time she felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach that told her she was going to—
Oh, fuck off, Jess, she thought.
She needed to at least be honest with herself.
There was no going to.
She’d already fallen head over heels in love with these men.
Both of them.
It was why she’d fought so hard to stay away. To avoid this.
Because as strong and independent as she liked to pride herself on being, she had not won the battle over her heart. She’d lost it to them. Probably the second Tony had pounded on her car window asking her what the hell she was doing outside on that freezing-cold morning.
However, tonight, she found it impossible to give a shit about that. Especially when Tony tightened his grip, using it to lift her up until just the head of his cock remained inside, stretching her pussy to the limit.
Then he used those oh-so-strong muscles to drive her back down with more force than she’d ever have managed on her own. Jess’s head flew back as stars flashed behind her closed eyelids.
“Open,” Tony demanded, even as he lifted her again. “Let me see those pretty blue eyes, angel. Let me see how good this makes you feel.”
“You’re too big,” she said, gasping out the words when he shoved her back down again.
“I want to see your pain too,” he said, his gaze holding hers captive, his words stripping her down until she was even more naked before him.
Rhys had risen somewhere along the line and moved closer. He ran his knuckles along her bare arm, his soft touch in direct contrast to the rough, forceful way Tony was lifting and pounding her down on his cock.
It was all too much, especially when Rhys reached between them and found her clit. It hadn’t taken them more than a few seconds to find her self-destruct button. Rhys stroked it, mimicking the same force and speed Tony was using to fuck her.
And he was fucking her. She might be on top, but there was no pretending she had any of the control here. Tony was taking her exactly how he wanted.
With the added pressure on her clit, Jess was helpless to stave off her third and most powerful orgasm. She came in a rush, her body jerking as if shocked by a live wire.
Tony didn’t draw it out but instead gave in to his own climax, going down with her.
“Fuck, Jess. So fucking tight. God, angel. Yes.”
She loved the idea that she could bring these two incredible, sexy men to their knees, that she could make them feel the same pleasure, the same ecstasy they’d given her.
Tony stood, still buried inside her. The unexpected action had her clinging to him, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her legs entwining his waist. He turned and gently placed her back on the bed, before sliding out of her.
Somewhere along the line, Rhys had disposed of his condom. She’d been too distracted by Tony to see how or when. Tony slipped to Rhys’s bathroom to do the same.
She lay next to Rhys, who rolled over to face her. He kissed her, the touching of their lips light, soft.
“Okay?” he asked.
Her sweet, caring doctor.
Jess nodded. “So okay.”
He grinned. “Me too.”
Jess sat up when Tony reentered the room. She knew he was intent on joining them in the bed, but she couldn’t let him do that. If she did, she’d sink into the soft mattress, nestled between their hard bodies, and never leave.
“I can’t stay,” she whispered. She wanted to with all her heart, but cuddling with them would take the intimacy to yet another level. It was going to be hard enough to convince herself that this was just sex, that it didn’t mean anything.
And she had to convince herself. It was the only way she’d come out of this on the other side without being completely shattered when they moved on to the next woman.
She prepared her arguments, afraid she might have to fight them. But she didn’t have to say a word—and that was when she realized after-sex cuddles probably weren’t part of their repertoire.
This was a casual affair.
An affair.
She repeated that word over and over in her mind, hoping that at some point it would actually stick.
