Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) (16 page)

Drake moaned low. “There are no words, Evan. Ah…”

“That’s it, Vania,” Evan coaxed, his dark eyes narrowing on her gasping mouth. “Take all of Drake.”
 

Drake kneaded and pinched her hardened nipples, tugging at her mounds while gliding down her snug sheath.

“You’re doing… great,” Drake praised her, sensing her stretching around him. Her entire body convulsed, rippling around his shaft, as she welcomed more of him inside her. “Fuck, she’s scorching me.”

“I can’t wait for my turn.” Evan’s tendons were straining in his neck as he pinched the end of his cock. Drake knew that move. Evan was fighting not to come, saving it for Vania.
 

 
“Hold on tighter to the spa.” Drake watched her grip the edges and brought both of his hands to her hips. “That’s it.”

He started fucking her gently, moving back and forth, inch by patience-testing inch, until more of her inner muscles began loosening. Circling his hips, he touched every part of her, and then zeroed in on what he was going for… yes, there.
 

She whimpered loudly, clawing at the spa’s edge. “What is…Ah!”
 

“Found her spot, did you?” Evan’s pupils were so dilated that Drake couldn’t see his irises. “The flush on her breasts, um.” He released his swollen cock, lowered to his knees before Vania, and started manipulating her breasts while he took her mouth in a savage kiss.

Drake built up speed, biting his lip at the sensation of her satiny ass and thighs sliding against his body. He drove fast on the up-slide before he scraped slowly down.

“Vania’s getting ready, any second,” Evan told Drake, as if Drake didn’t notice the quickening of her vagina. Evan pushed her hair from her face, nibbling on her neck in those sensitive areas that kept her juicy.

Drake gripped her hips tighter, sensing an inherent urge telling him to fill her with his cum, to force every drop of seed inside Vania’s body. He couldn’t understand why, and hadn’t taken any woman without a condom. But this was Vania, and she was different, she was his.

He pumped faster, moving her hips to create greater friction without making her too sore. Staring down at his cock working in and out her pale body, he thought she was the most sensual woman alive.
 

Grinding his teeth as his balls tightened with the painful need to come, he nodded to Evan.
 
His stepbrother slipped his hand down and found her distended clit.

She screamed when Evan stroked her, struggling to get away from the intensity. But Drake held firmly to her hips, keeping their bodies joined as Vania quivered and fought against the building sensation that threatened to overtake them.

Panting with his own need, Evan counted. “One.” Vania started mumbling incoherent nonsense. “Two.” Her pussy clamped back down on Drake.
 
She screamed her release, not bothering to wait for him. “Three.”

With three mind-numbing thrusts, Drake pumped his load deep inside Vania, each hot jet more furious than the last. She rippled around him, her aftershocks a thing of carnal beauty.
 
Then she slipped into a boneless, whimpering stupor.

“Well,” Drake breathed, “she didn’t get to soak in the spa, but the overall effect was the same.”

With a snort, Evan took her from Drake, cradling Vania in his arms as he lifted her. With his finger beneath her chin, he coaxed her to meet his gaze. “Now, it’s my turn.”

Chapter 18

Vania curled her bare feet beneath her and wolfed down another piece of prime rib. Sitting in panties and nothing else, because Evan and Drake demanded she do so, Vania asked, “When you order steak, the chef always knows you mean prime rib?”

“Yes, I pay him well to know.”

Drake’s eyebrows rose. “Slow down, more’s only a call away.”

She closed her eyes and groaned. “I haven't eaten anything this tasty.”

“Not even in the spa?” Drake teased, pushing away his empty plate.

She opened her eyes and winked at him and Evan. “You had me going there, about your turn.” She finished her potato, scraping the skin to get every morsel. “I didn’t think I would be given recovery time.”

Evan opened his arms wide, glancing at the erection straining his jeans. “I wasn't joking. I’m waiting impatiently for you to gobble down those calories.” His eyes sparkled from the balcony fire, dipping to her naked breasts throughout the meal. “You’re going to need them.”

When she shivered, her breasts jiggled.
 

But Evan’s face darkened in anger. “Matt’s fingerprints are all over your arms.”

“Not this again,” she pleaded, taking a sip of wine. “We’ve got to move past this.”

“Easier said than done,” Drake said quietly, too quietly.

Evan nodded. “When I saw that asshole grabbing your arms, shaking you until your teeth rattled, it took everything I had not to kill him.”

“By the way Matt looked the next day, I thought you had.”

Drake stayed quiet, but finished his wine in one, oversized gulp.

“I took a walk back in time,” Evan said. “I felt like I was nine again, walking in on my mom covering her bruises with cheap makeup.”

“Oh, Evan.” Vania’s heart sank. “Your father’s doing?”
 

He nodded.

Drake looked at Evan, and then at her. “My mom’s bruises were needle tracks inside her arms.” He ran his fingertips absently inside one elbow. “She didn’t bother with makeup, none would’ve worked anyway.”

Evan smiled wanly. “Thank God for Gilda.”

Their Aunt Gilda was infamously known as the woman who took in foster kids. Instead of returning them to the system, she adopted and raised the teens as Eastons, giving them firm discipline, an enviable education, and the responsibility to help helm The Easton Company when they’d proven themselves. “I’m told that in your affluent circles, Gilda is known as The Mother of Sarasota.”

“If she is, I wouldn’t know,” Drake said, “but she’s the only mother who counts for me.”

After swallowing her wine, Vania asked, “So how did Gilda meld her family of troubled kids together enough to make it work?”

“Most of us knew each other before Gilda took us on,” Evan explained.

“After my mom overdosed, I was placed in the same support group as Evan.” Drake shook his head. “One for teens prone to violence, well, that’s what the shrinks said.” He shrugged. “I was just angry. Like several of Gilda’s children, my mom was an addict who refused treatment and I didn’t know my father.”

Vania placed her hand on his. “That’s enough to be angry over, even as an adult.” She gave him a squeeze. “But you were a kid.”

Evan studied the fire, his jaw set in a harsh line.

“Evan’s father was an alcoholic,” Drake explained. “When he wasn’t beating Evan’s mom, he was drunk driving.”

Evan turned away from the fire. “One night, after leaving a company party, Dad decided to combine the two. Mom died in the crash, but Dad walked away unscathed. He’s up for parole soon, yet Mom stays dead.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, Vania, for either of us.” Evan stood, his bare chest glimmering burnished gold in the firelight. He looked so sexy standing there shirtless and barefoot.
 

“We’re literally on top of the world right now,” Drake agreed, lifting her hand and kissing the palm. “With you.”

“That’s a compliment I can’t possibly live up to.” Vania had lived a whirlwind week of highs and lows, mostly lows, but right now… “I’ll admit I’m finally coming up for air. With you two.”

Drake leaned over, brushing his mouth across her rosy nipple, licking and tasting. “Why were you so shocked in the elevator, after hearing exactly what we wanted?”
 

A shiver moved through her where he nipped and sucked, before rolling his tongue beneath her nipple. “I’m not usually the adventurous type.” Or maybe Matt hadn’t been the adventurous type, except for twenty minutes he’d spent inside Club Saturday’s elevator with her.
 

Drake pulled away and gave her a promising smile. “Maybe your fantasies are buried.” He toyed with a strand of her hair, brushing it across the damp nipple he’d sucked. “We’ve plenty of time to find out.”

Hopefully, that promise involved something besides elevators.

“What’s that look about?” Evan lifted Vania and settled her on his lap.

“Nothing.” She cupped his shadowed jaw, brushing her thumb over his velvet-smooth mouth. “By firelight, you two look like pirates, black hair, dark scruff, and tanned skin.” She kissed his mouth. “Wicked delicious.”

Drake studied her face. “I told you that I’ve the ability to read people.”

“Okay?”
 

Evan pulled her tighter to his chest. He licked his finger and dipped it inside the front of her panties, teasing her plump flesh. “What’s your point, Drake?”

“She’s hiding something. I’m thinking it’s naughty.”

Vania’s skin burned, whether it was from embarrassment or Evan’s touch, she couldn’t tell. But she’d always been lousy at lying. “I’m not hiding anything.” She groaned when Evan entered her core with two fingers.
 

He circled his wrist, making Vania squirm against his hard-on. “Your skin is on fire, started the minute you told that lie.”
 

“I didn't lie,” she lied.

After disengaging his hand, Evan flipped her gently over his lap. “Tell the truth.”

Drake moved quickly and yanked her panties to her knees, his hot breath caressing her bare ass. “Or you’ll have a choice, a hard spanking.” Suddenly, he smacked her ass, making her yelp. “Or a hard spanking.”

She cursed and laughed. “That’s no choice!”
 

“This is serious.” Evan took his turn, smacking her behind until her ass burned, but she couldn’t stop laughing.
 

Then Drake started feasting on her burning globes, licking and nibbling, delivering suckling kisses until he found her crevice.
 
She wiggled, her laughter dying quickly. She tried to get away from his seeking tongue before it slid all the way down. “Oh!”

“Oh,” Evan echoed, drawing in a rough breath. “Tell us what you were thinking, Vania. What’s your secret?”

“No!”

Drake scraped his teeth down the crack of her ass while Evan spread her cheeks. She pushed away, but Evan snagged her waist and held her steadily on his lap.
 

“You’d better start talking.”

Her panties were torn from her legs. “There’s no secret!”

Drake wrapped his fingers around her knee, spreading Vania open, and pressed his tongue against her sex.
 
He darted it in and out her core with faint, teasing licks.

“Yes, there is.”

Her brain was starting to cloud over with raw sensation. Her core kept grasping at emptiness, trying to pull Drake’s tongue in her body. “No, I swear!”

Evan warned, “You’re awfully close to the sky to be swearing and lying.”

When Evan dipped the tip of his finger in her ass, while Drake sucked the lips of her sex, Vania’s thighs tightened with a nearing climax.
 

“All this pleasure can be yours, if you tell the truth,” Evan cajoled.

She twisted, trying to get deeper penetration. But all Vania managed to do was work up a sweat. “I swear….”
 

Tantalizing licks from pussy to ass, and then, “Swear what?”

“I swear it was nothing!”
 

Evan sighed. “Looks like I’ll have to fuck the truth from you.”

Drake chuckled deviously. He lifted and turned Vania to straddle Evan’s lap.
 

Evan unzipped his jeans, setting his cock free. It smacked against her, causing his stomach muscles to tense on impact. She touched the tip with her thumb, swirling the clear fluid around silver balls protruding from beneath his crown.

He growled and gripped her waist, lifting her over his straining length. She came down on his cock, while Evan pushed in her, both groaning together.

Drake moved behind her, cupping her throat and turning her face to the side for a deep, suckling kiss. Vania’s nipples tightened painfully as she sucked on Drake’s tongue.
 

Evan swore under his breath, his cock threading Vania roughly, and then sliding out smoothly. She groaned when he filled her to the brink, twisting his hips to swirl his piercing against her G-spot.
 

“Evan!” she cried out.
 

“He’s getting bigger,” Drake whispered in her ear. “As he fucks you, Vania.” He traced his fingers beneath the curves of her breasts, teasing and petting. “You’re turning him inside out.”

“Ah!” She tensed as Drake ran his hand from her breast to the top of her mound, right above her thatch of blonde curls. He bit her earlobe, and then slid his tongue down the side of her throat, all the while his hand combed through her pubic hair.

“You’re… driving me insane.” Her body gripped Evan, her inner muscles rhythmically squeezing. “I want to come!”

Evan’s hips bucked from the chair, his cock slamming higher, touching the entrance to her womb.