Melt Into You (18 page)

She focused on giving pleasure, on truly submitting, and on the consuming sensation of that loss of control. There was safety in that mindless state.

“Keep going, Ev. You know what to do.” Jace released her hair, and the bed dipped as he adjusted his position. She continued to swirl her tongue around Andre’s length, loving the fact that with each swipe his thigh muscles tightened beneath her like he was barely maintaining his own control.

“Now, Jace,” Andre ordered.

Before she registered what he’d said, the sharp bite of the riding crop smacked the back of her thigh. She gasped around Andre’s cock as the stinging sensation raced over her skin. Jace gave her a second’s pause, enough for her to call a word if needed. But when none came, he rained a set of lightning-fast blows against her bare bottom and thighs.
Holy Lord
. Fire lit up her nerve endings and sent luscious zinging heat straight to her most sensitive parts. She hummed her pleasure against Andre’s shaft.

Andre rocked his hips forward, guiding her to take more of him. “Ooh, you like the feel of the crop, sweet
bella
. Jace does a good job, doesn’t he?”

She nodded as best she could.

“Spread your knees for him,” Andre directed. “Give him a pretty little target.”

She braced her hands on Andre’s thighs and adjusted her position, leaving her knees spread and exposed from behind while she continued to pleasure him.

The riding crop traced along the bottom curve of her ass, slowly, methodically, and then flicked, sharp and quick, against her pussy. She cried out around Andre’s cock, the rush of pain and pleasure almost launching her into orgasm.

Andre grabbed her head. “Enough. You’re tempting me to finish this way.”

She followed his directive and looked up to find him propped up on his elbows, eating her up with his gaze. Her eyes automatically shifted downward. “Sorry, sir.”

“Ah, look at you. Not just beautiful but submissive by instinct. You’re going to be the fucking death of us both.” He reached out and grabbed a condom from the side table. “Come here,
bella
. I’ve waited long enough.”

After donning protection, Andre palmed her waist and she scooted up to straddle him. Jace slid off the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She bit her lip, the reality that Jace was going to watch her fuck another man settling in. The knowledge came with equal parts guilt and illicit desire. Did they really do this with no jealousy? She couldn’t imagine standing by while either one of them had sex with some other chick. The thought made her want to grow talons and scratch the hypothetical bitch’s eyes out.

Jace gave her a nod, reading the question on her face. “It’s fine, Ev.
I’m
fine. You’re not the only voyeur in the room. Enjoy yourself.”

Andre’s hands traced up her sides, bringing her attention back to the handsome man beneath her. “Blindfold her, Jace. I only want her focused on one thing.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll—”

“Hush,
bella
. Not your choice.”

Jace grabbed a strip of fabric from a drawer in the side table and tied it tight over her eyes, blocking out all but the faintest hint of light. Her heart began to hammer, but she didn’t have time to worry further because Andre’s large hands spanned her hips and drew her down onto his cock without ceremony.
Oh, my
. The sweet invasion dragged all her attention back to center, to the sensation of her body stretching to envelope his hard heat.
“Mmm.”

“That’s right,” Andre soothed as he guided her up and down in an impossibly patient rhythm. “Ride my cock. You feel so good around me—so hot and wet.”

A ragged breath sounded to her right, and she knew Jace was watching them, listening to Andre’s words. Picturing Jace standing there, hard and ready, getting off by seeing her take her pleasure with someone else was beyond erotic.

“You know how perfect you look right now,
bella
?”

She shook her head as she dug her nails into Andre’s ribs, keeping the slow pace though she ached to have him fuck her harder, faster. “No, sir.”

“So perfect that Jace can’t help breaking the rules by stroking his own cock while he watches you,” Andre said, his voice like velvet against her ears.

She groaned and another rush of heat flooded her sex, enveloping Andre’s already slick shaft. She could picture Jace there—muscles tight, sweat dampening his blond hair, his hand giving slow, firm strokes to himself while he watched her ride Andre’s cock.
Oh, God
. Pleasure, quick and urgent, coiled low in her belly, and she had to suck in a deep breath to reel herself in. One touch to her clit and she would go off like a firecracker.

Using her hands to guide her, she leaned down to Andre’s chest, finding those nipple rings she’d been fantasizing about and brought her mouth down on one of them. She drew her tongue around the hardened nub and sucked the metal ring into her mouth, tugging in the process.

“Shit, that’s nice,” Andre said, his muscles going tense beneath her.

The cool touch of leather tracked down her spine as she worked—Jace’s riding crop cataloguing each vertebrae. “Don’t be shy, Ev. Andre likes the bite of pain with his fucking just like you do.”

The riding crop snapped against her upper back in three successive jolts, lighting up her skin in radiant waves. She automatically bit down on Andre and he quaked beneath her, digging his fingers deeper into the curves of her hips and muttering a string of Spanish.

She took that as positive feedback and moved to the other side, pulling the ring with her teeth and clenching her inner muscles around him as she plunged down on his cock again. She loved that she didn’t have to hold back, could be as bad as she wanted to be because neither of them was going to judge her. This was nothing like sleeping with the few guys she’d dated in the past where she was always trying to guess what was the right or wrong thing to do. With Andre and Jace, it was all instinct, a primal place where there was no wrong way.

Jace continued with the riding crop, making her feel as if static had replaced the blood in her veins, and Andre finally gave in and picked up his pace, thrusting into her with near abandon.

Their bodies turned glossy with sweat and Andre’s grip on her hips began to slide. “Lean back,
bella
,” he said, his voice gritty.

She braced her hands behind her on his thighs and tilted her head back, letting her hair tickle the skin that Jace had lit on fire. Andre brought his hands down lower and flicked his thumb over her clit.

“Oh,” she ground out, the word catching in her throat.

“Not yet,
bella
,” Andre warned. “Not until I say.”

Her nails bit into his skin as he continued to strum his thumb over her hot button. She didn’t know if she could wait, if she could hold on much longer. Desire wicked through her like wildfire and she could feel the orgasm hovering on the edge of her control. Just one more stroke and . . .

Smack! Smack!

Fire lit up her nipples and she cried out, her voice echoing off the wood floors. Then ecstasy, hot and fierce, slammed her. Jace hit her again and her mind went fuzzy with the sensation of it all. She couldn’t even lift her head—all she could do was ride Andre and feel
everything
.

A deep moan ripped out of Andre, and his cock pulsed inside her, giving her his release with the force of a bullet train. But just when she was about to tip over with him, he moved his hand away from her clit. She whimpered in protest.

“Lift up,
bella
. You’re not done.” He grabbed her arms and braced her hands against his chest. His breathing was rapid beneath her fingertips. “You’ve earned her, Jace. Take her.”

She pushed upward, lifting off Andre’s cock, and firm hands palmed her waist from behind. Her mind was still reeling, but the chill of gel being spread over her back opening jerked her back to the present.

Jace kissed the base of her spine. “You’re not ready to take both of us together, but you’re going to take me.”

Andre found her clit again and stroked her with fingers slick with her juices. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold, the delicious pleasure almost sending her straight into orgasm. “Yes, sir.”

Jace touched her gently then positioned himself at her back entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against her. “Focus on letting me in, baby. Relax your muscles and push against me.”

Andre’s fingers didn’t stop their ministrations, and she held on to that sensation as she followed Jace’s instruction. Her body resisted the invasion, making it feel like there was no way she could ever take him, but she wasn’t going to give up that easily. She took another deep breath and focused on relaxing, on accepting him. The first thrust felt like she was going to rip apart, but then he pushed past the ring of muscle and all went white behind her eyes.

“Oh,
God
 . . .” Her body turned as taut as a guitar string and every shred of her being seemed to jerk to hyper-awareness. Pleasure wasn’t even a fair word for it.

Jace hissed out a breath as he pulled back and eased into her again. “Oh, Evan, baby.”

His words stopped making sense and so did her thoughts. Andre’s thumb took over her clit, and his fingers plunged deep inside her, stroking her as Jace continued rocking into her.

She felt . . . invaded. In the best possible way. Invaded and utterly dominated by the two of them. Her pleasure was no longer in her conscious control. Her arms began to quiver, and sweat trickled down her neck. Breath started to come in short fits and starts. She felt alive and electric and half out of her mind. The feel of both of them inside her something she’d never forget. “I don’t . . . know  . . . how much . . . longer . . .”

“Shh,” Andre soothed. “You both have permission to come. Let it take you,
bella
. Let me watch both of you fall apart above me.”

With his free hand, Andre yanked off her blindfold and she found his eyes full of stark desire and something else, something far more intense.

Jace’s own breathing became erratic, and his tempo went from canter to gallop. “Come for me, Evan. Come for both of us.”

Andre’s eyes stayed locked with hers as he stroked her clit with increasing pressure. Then his fingers curved inside her, hitting the spot that she’d thought was a myth, and the world around her exploded.

A wretched cry tore out of her, and she thrust against Jace in a mindless frenzy, her entire body seeming to contract around him. She was no longer in control of her muscles—her body was taking what it wanted, pushing her higher and higher into a place she hadn’t been before. She was floating. No pain or worry. Just thoughtless bliss.

Somewhere in the distance, she heard Jace’s own moan of ecstasy, felt his heat spill against the condom and the resulting softening of his grip on her waist.

Andre grabbed her quivering arms, and she collapsed against him in a boneless heap. Her mind couldn’t process anything—emotion, ecstasy, pain—all of it wrapped around her in an overwhelming rush.

Then, she lost it.

Tears—something she hadn’t felt against her cheeks in a decade—sprung forth without warning or control. She didn’t even realize what was happening until she found herself sobbing against Andre’s sweat-slicked chest.

“Oh,
bella
.” His hand caressed her hair. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

The bed dipped and Jace grabbed her hand, running a thumb over her palm. “Are you all right, Ev? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head against Andre, the sobs continuing to wrack her like she was some delirious lunatic.

Jace kissed her knuckles. “It’s okay, just let it out, sweetheart. This can happen sometimes.”

Andre rolled to his side, taking her with him, and Jace stretched out along her back, spooning her. With soft caresses and soothing words, both men held on to her, letting her go through whatever craziness had taken her body and mind hostage until she didn’t know which was more frightening—that she was crying for the first time in years or that she was happy.

SEVENTEEN

Jace sank onto the couch across from Andre. “She’s
sleeping.”

Andre was sitting forward on the loveseat, his elbows on his knees, fingers steepled. He nodded, though he looked lost in thought. “That’s good.”

Jace ran a hand through his towel-dried hair. The shower hadn’t cleared his mind like he’d hoped. It’d only left him more worried. And Andre looked to be on the same mental path as he was. “Seemed like more than just a reaction to subspace, didn’t it?”

Andre sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve seen people get emotional afterward, but it felt like more. Yes.”

Well, wasn’t that always the theme with Evan? Everything always felt like more. More intense. More important. More special. He glanced at Andre, debating whether or not he should share what he knew about Evan. Share the fear that wouldn’t stop tapping at the back of his brain. If they were going to continue doing this with her, Andre needed to know.

Jace blew out a breath. “She used to have emotional problems . . . as a teenager. Maybe something like this is too much for her to handle.”

Andre’s gaze lifted. “What kind of problems?”

Jace held his stare. “The night I slept with her, I found healing scars on her stomach. Some old, some new. Deep cuts. All in a perfect alignment.”

Andre winced. “Christ.”

Jace sank against the couch cushions, the weight of the memory making him feel tired. “I was so freaked for her when I figured out what she was doing, and then I was so fucking pissed at myself for falling into bed with her. We were close then and I should’ve seen that she needed help, that she was lost. But I was too damn preoccupied with how much I wanted her to realize anything was wrong. Dude, she told me she loved me that night, and I fucked it up completely.”

Andre rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s heavy stuff to process, especially at nineteen.”

“We had this perfect night in bed. The lights had gone out from a summer storm, and the whole evening seemed to bring us to some other world where reality didn’t exist. But while we were lying there afterward, the electricity came back on, and I saw her scars. I panicked and backpedaled like a damn coward. Told her that I should’ve never touched her, that I had drunk too much and made a mistake, that she needed to tell my mom what she was doing or I was going to say something for her.” He tilted his head back and stared at the wood-beamed ceiling. “Then my parents came home unexpectedly and found us together, still half-naked. My dad kicked me out of the house for good that night and told me he would report me for statutory rape. Evan disappeared before brunch hit the table the following morning.”

“God, man. No wonder you were relieved to see that Evan was okay. It had to be brutal not knowing where she was or if she was all right.”

“You have no idea.” Jace had spent months not sleeping, always carrying around the knowledge that wherever Evan was, it was his fault. His parents had asked him to look out for Evan when she’d come to live with them, and he’d been determined to show his father that he could be more than the family screw-up. He’d befriended Evan, gained her trust, had made her feel safe in a new place. Then after all of that, he’d still gone and proven his father right. He’d fallen for a girl he didn’t have any right to, one who needed a friend not a lover.

“Did your dad actually turn you in?”

He sniffed. “Of course he did. Bill Austin doesn’t make idle threats. But I denied it and they couldn’t find Evan, so I was never charged.”

“She saved you by leaving.”

Jace lifted his head. “Yeah, talk about guilt. But jail probably would’ve been better than the nightmares I conjured up wondering what had happened to her.”

“She hasn’t told you anything since she’s been here?”

“No. We agreed to no past. I’m not sure I want to know.” His cell phone vibrated from the spot where he’d left it on the dining room table. He ignored it. “She seems like she’s got it together now, but there are shadows behind her eyes. And after the breakdown she had in there, I’m not sure what to think.”

“She was exorcising something. I don’t think it was a bad thing.” Andre propped his feet on the coffee table. “But I can tell you one thing for sure: If Dr. Dan is vanilla, Evan is signing up for a life of frustration. I’ve never seen someone as green as she is take to the sub role so well. Vanilla is not going to satisfy her.”

“Don’t give me another reason to want Dr. Dan out of the picture.” Jace stood and paced to the window at the front of the cabin. “You’re supposed to be the one reminding me why I shouldn’t try to shoulder in on another guy’s woman. Especially a guy who’s about to give Wicked a much needed injection of cash flow.”

“Watching me with her didn’t break the hold she has on you?” Andre asked, his words measured.

Jace closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window. He’d gone into that bedroom anticipating that seeing Evan with someone else would solve his problem. But it had only made it worse. Seeing her give herself over to the two of them, even watching Andre dominate her had gotten to him in a way that ménage never did. He tapped his head against the glass. “It only made me want her more.”

The couch squeaked as Andre shifted, and Jace vaguely registered the sound of his cell phone buzzing again. “And having me there, too?”

“Felt right.”

Andre released a breath. “So I guess that leaves us with two options.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. We be smart and walk away now. Save us both the risk of getting attached and then getting our guts handed to us when she walks away.”

Jace groaned and turned around. He was already knee-deep in attachment. “Or?”

Andre leaned forward, his expression weary. “Or both of us spend the next two months showing her what she’s going to be missing if she goes through with the marriage. Give her a chance to make that decision with her eyes wide open. And accept that we’ll probably be sending her a goddamned blender as a wedding gift at the end of the process anyway.”

Well, didn’t each of those options sound like a frolic in the fucking flowers. Kick in the face now or kick in the balls later? Whichever path he chose, Jace knew Evan would leave at the end of it. It’s not like he and Andre could offer her anything permanent even if she decided to renege on her engagement. There was no happily ever after waiting for her here. But at least in the second plan he’d have the chance to touch her again and maybe he could save her from making the marriage mistake like he had.

“I don’t think I can let her go yet,” Jace admitted, the heft of that knowledge like sandbags on his shoulders.

Andre raked his hands through his hair, weariness clear on his face. “That makes two of us then. Aren’t we a couple of masochistic assholes?”

Jace walked over to the couch and perched on the arm of it. “She may not even agree to it. You saw how she reacted when things got too intimate. Maybe this is only a one-weekend, get-the-kink-out deal for her.”

Andre snorted. “That’s like saying a person can cure themselves of being straight or gay. We know she’s submissive. So we need to show her how nice it can be to fully embrace that.”

The plan was starting to take shape in Jace’s head, sounding more tempting as Andre kept talking. But he knew without parameters, they could all end up in a disastrous tangle at the end—hurt feelings, possessiveness, jealousy, guilt. He’d damaged Evan enough the first time around and didn’t want to set her up for more pain. And hell, he needed to keep his own expectations in check. This weekend had proven that Evan could get through the cracks of what he thought was impenetrable armor. They all needed a parachute cord—fine print at the bottom of their agreement—that would allow them to go in with the end in mind.

Jace shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at his closed bedroom door, picturing how content and beautiful Evan had looked when he’d left the room. “At the end of the two months, all of us walk away, no questions asked, no obligation.”

Andre frowned. “I don’t know if we have to spell that out. What if she doesn’t want to leave? What if we don’t? A lot of possibilities could open up.”

Jace stared at Andre as if he’d spoken in tongues. “Possibilities?”

He shrugged. “Maybe the three of us could work out something less . . . time limited.”

“Like be the guys she comes to on weekends to get her off so she can go back home to the good doctor with a smile on her face?” The thought made the muscles in his neck tighten. “I’m not some . . . concubine. Or whatever the dude version of that would be.”

Andre’s eyebrow arched in a way that rose Jace’s hackles. “Oh, right. ’Cause what? Having a woman use you just for sex makes you feel cheap? News flash: That’s your fucking MO, man.”

Jace crossed his arms over his chest, the dig landing squarely. He knew it was his method—no strings, no commitment, just a good time. But something about having only that tiny piece of Evan while knowing she’d be giving everything else to someone else would be too much to tolerate. “Not an option.”

“So maybe we can be the guys she comes to without Dr. Dan in the picture at all. We can offer her a lot more than he can.”

Jace scoffed. Now Andre was venturing into the ridiculous. “You’ve officially lost your mind,
amigo
. We can’t compete with all that fairy-tale shit—the dream wedding, the famous husband, the picture-perfect two and a half kids I’m sure she wants. All we are is good in bed. Women fuck around with guys like us, but they want forever with guys like him.”

“Don’t give me that pile of bullshit, Jace. You know that both of us are more than capable of giving her what she needs even if it’s not in the traditional way. And don’t pretend this is all about sex. What just happened between the three of us in there felt a hell of a lot different than some carefree fuck.”

“You really have been drinking tainted Kool-Aid. What little picture have you painted in your mind, dude? A cute little house in the suburbs where we live together and share Evan? Maybe give her a kid or two and figure out who the daddy is by the hue of their skin? Have the neighbors call us fags and Evan a whore? Yeah, that sounds like a lovely life for all of us.”

Andre paled a bit. “No, of course that wouldn’t work. And I have no clue where things could lead. But maybe one of us could be with her publicly. No one else has to know what’s going on behind closed doors.”

Jace gave a derisive laugh. “Right. Because God forbid your buddies on the force find out who you really are.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Sure it’s not. Those guys know that you share women with your roommate? Or that you like to fuck other dudes sometimes? Cane ’em on occasion?”

Andre winced. “Fuck you, Jace. Don’t be an asshole just because you don’t have the balls to open yourself up to something real for a change.”

Jace’s neck muscles tightened, his blood beginning to roar in his ears. “Last time I checked, learning from an utter failure was smart not chickenshit.”

The muscle in Andre’s jaw ticked, a sure sign his own anger was grabbing hold. “
You
did not fail your marriage, Jace. Diana used you. She manipulated you so well with that fake-ass victim, please-take-care-of-me act that she still has you thinking you’re the one who wasn’t good enough. She wanted your money and to control you. When those two perks went away, she found someone else to manipulate. End of story. You were just too smitten to see her for what she was—a well-groomed leech. Evan is
not
Diana.”

Jace ground his teeth, the images of the day he walked in on his wife packing her bags flooding his brain. Jace had been busting his ass trying to get Wicked off the ground, doing his best to prove to Diana—who’d been categorically against the venture—that leaving his father’s business wouldn’t alter the comfortable lifestyle she enjoyed. He’d had his first big day of sales and had come home with an armful of roses and her favorite bottle of wine only to find her preparing to leave. A total fucking blindside.

Without a lick of emotion in her voice, Diana had told him she’d been cheating on him with his former co-worker for months and that she was pregnant.

When Jace had asked if the baby was his, she’d shrugged and said, “How could I trust you to raise a child? You can’t even take care of me.”

The child had turned out not to be his, but he’d felt the loss as much as if it had been. He
never
wanted to feel like he had when she’d walked out his door that night. He’d rather be alone forever than experience that kind of emotional filleting ever again.

“This discussion is over,” Jace said, going cold at the memory. “Two months . . . if Evan agrees. We’ll be exclusive with her during that time. Then we all wash our hands of it. That’s the only way I’m in.”

Andre’s eyes burned with all the things Jace could tell he wanted to say, but finally he nodded, his jaw tight. “Fine. Two months.”

“Thank you,” he said, the fight draining from his voice. As insane as Andre was, he couldn’t blame the guy for considering more with Evan. She’d opened up an ache a mile wide inside of him, too. But clearly they hadn’t had the same effect on her. She hadn’t given them any indication she wanted anything more than sex. She was in love with someone else, and they needed to keep that vital fact at the forefront of their minds.