Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) (15 page)

Raising a concerned eyebrow, Drake kneeled and picked up her belongings. “You haven’t done that?”

She lifted a hand to her chest, thinking her heart would jump out at any second. “Uh, no.”
 

“Take deep breaths,” Evan said, leading her from the elevator to his posh but reasonably sized apartment.
 
Its mid-century modern decor reminded her of the club below, but the colors here were deeper, earthier, and without the mirrors and brushed steel. “We’ll get you all taken care of so you can relax.”

They passed a cashmere, bean-shaped sofa and ottoman overlooking nighttime Sarasota.
 
Vania could spend a week sleeping on that sofa, but the desk next to the kitchen caught her eye. “If you would pull up the contract I emailed you earlier, Evan, you could document-sign and forward it to Avery.”

“Consider it done, Miss Lange.” His gaze setting her skin afire, he added, “Though I’d rather smell your natural scent, you should soak in the spa.”

“I’ll bathe after I get home.”

“Let’s stop pretending you’re going home tonight,” Drake whispered against her neck, kissing where his breath had warmed her skin.
 

“We should talk about —"

“Take it easy, Vania.” Drake lifted her in his arms, the apartment’s cool air stroking beneath her skirt. “It’s just a bath.”

 
“As long as you’re here, Baby, doesn’t matter what we do.”

The elevator sounded.
 

“I’ll handle that,” Evan said. “Get Vania comfortable.”

With a few steps from Drake’s lengthy stride, he reached a spacious bathroom, considering Evan’s apartment was average sized.
 

“Does Evan live here all the time?”
 

Drake placed her on a cool slate that surrounded a rectangular spa, which could seat five comfortably. “While in Sarasota, he splits half of his time here and the other half at my waterfront bungalow. My place affords Evan privacy on the nights he’s not working.”
 

He started the spa. Its low pulsating jets created an instant relaxing hum. “If you’re really wondering if this is Evan’s fuck-pad, come right out and ask.”

“I don’t want to know about either of your fuck-pads. If you were to have them, that is.”

“Sounds like jealousy.”

“Yes.” She watched him pour fragrant salts in the water, a fresh, breezy scent hitting her nose seconds later. “I am too jealous, too insecure.” Too… so many things she couldn’t remember them all.

“What’s the difference between jealousy and insecurity?”

“Not much,” she admitted.

Drake started undressing her. “I’m taking care of you,” he clarified when Vania tensed, “not taking you.”
 

“Over the past couple of days,” she pointed out, “we haven’t talked about anything except business.”
 

“So you’re jealous and hurt?” He sighed, making short work of removing her clothes, even her garters and stockings. In fact, Drake was treating her almost clinically. “You needed to think about what we discussed, so we gave you time.”
 

“I know, but I’ve been… lonely.
 
If not for the opulent meals and daily flowers you two sent, I would’ve thought I was getting the brush off.”

“No brush offs.” He stood and pulled her up. “I want to beat Matt again for giving you those bruises. Maybe I will.”

“Don’t start.”

Drake nodded, resigned. “With you this close, it’s impossible for me to keep my eyes and hands off the goods.” He shooed her with his hand. “So get in the water before I forget how exhausted you are.”
 

She dipped a toe in first, trying to forget her complete nudity. But Drake was getting a prime view of her XXL derriere as she stepped in the spa. When he stayed quiet behind her, heat warmed her skin, having nothing to do with the steamy water in which she was sinking. She was always embarrassed or humiliated in front of him.
 
This needed to change.

When the water tickled her nipples, she called to him, “Drake?”

He didn’t answer.

Slowly, she turned around, finding him standing back several feet. He held the vanity’s edge in a white-knuckled grip, his breathing a rasp of rushed air.
 

“So fierce,” she whispered of his intensity, of his balls-first approach to everything. Right then, though, Drake’s intensity was focused straight on her. In all honesty, she’d be a fool not to take him on, to take them on, and do what Drake had whispered in her ear while in the elevator.

Skating her eyes down his body, she spotted his thick erection bulging behind his zipper. Her gaze rose up and locked with his. Without another word, Vania cupped her throat with her hands and languidly moved her palms down to fondle her breasts.

Drake swallowed roughly before issuing a warning. “There’s no going back afterwards.”

She nodded, understanding exactly what he was saying. “Get in.”

Chapter 17

Vania sank back against the spa and put her hands where she was empty.

Drake’s lips curved as he removed his watch, jacket, and tie. “Play all you want beneath the water, but if I’m coming in there, you’re coming around my cock and not on those pretty fingers.”

His shirt, pants, and boxers came off in a blur, or maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her.
 
A man this beautiful couldn’t be real, yet he was standing right in front of her, offering his body for her pleasure. Vania waved away wisps of steam, so she wouldn’t miss a thing.
 

“You’re…”
 

He narrowed those exotic eyes and stepped in. “I’m?” he prompted, standing there perfectly manscaped.

Vania licked her lips, grabbed hold of his massive thighs, and slid her hands around to squeeze his tight ass. “You are amazing.”
 

His cock stood fully erect, frighteningly large, and inches from her mouth. Vania inhaled the musky sandalwood scent of him, before she flicked her tongue up the underside, following a thick vein.
 

Drake jerked.
 
His corded stomach clenched and flexed after she brought her lips to his thick crown. He stared down at her with a mixture of amazement and arrogance. But he should be arrogant, she thought, with a dick like his.
 

She opened wider, cradling his cock on her tongue as she breathed through her nose and took on more of him. Drake didn’t grab her head, but his stomach muscles tightened until he cast shadows on his poured velvet skin.
 

Vania stared up his body until their eyes melded and cupped his heavy balls. On the down stroke, Vania scraped her upper teeth across his shaft.
 

“Mmm.” His skin stretched tight across his sharp cheekbones. “I’m going to drive you until you scream louder than the music downstairs.”

Her cheeks hollowing, she sucked his head and pulled back. Vania released his balls and smacked the underside of his cock, sending it bobbing.

Drake sucked in a sharp breath. “Sexual deprivation… has cultivated your naughtiness.”

She whacked him again, straight on the head. A crystalline drop gleamed from his slit.
 

Vania closed her lips around his head, licking the small amount of liquid he was offering. Then, keeping her eyes locked with his, she grabbed his ass again and went down on Drake halfway. When his crown touched her throat, Vania swallowed convulsively while swirling her tongue over his sensitive veins.

Drake bared his teeth as sweat trickled down his temples. Vania’s pulse jumped when he reached around her head and fisted her hair, yanking Vania off his cock with a shocking pop. “You’re taking your pill?”

“Yes.”
 

Still fisting her hair, not moving but for his short breaths rushing in and out, Drake looked at Vania with such fierce possessiveness that the words he’d uttered only moments ago pierced her mind: There will be no going back afterwards.
 

“You know you belong to us, don’t you, Vania? Every single inch, inside and out.”

Because she hadn’t felt this complete, even in the years she’d been with Matt, Vania stared at one of the two men she craved daily, and he simply took her breath away. Yes, it was time to give in to more than the hunger. “I do.”

Drake licked his pouty, lower lip and dipped his head to capture her mouth.
 
He slid his tongue in and out her parted lips with a slow, lulling erotism that opened her sex.
 

Releasing his kiss,
Drake spun her. “Hold on to the spa’s edge. That’s it.” He placed his hands on her luscious ass, squeezing gently, molding it with his fingertips. “Exquisite.”

He lowered behind her, draping his body over her tiny frame, careful of his weight. Drake wanted to go native on Vania, wanted to drive into her with the force of his lust, but that shouldn’t happen. What was inside him would be dangerous if unleashed, so he’d have to settle on thrusting in her until her heart joined her head.
 

How long would that take?
 
The wife idea was hitting him hard. But Vania didn’t need to know that this soon.

He nudged Vania’s thighs apart with one of his, and then dipped his fingers in the hot water and trailed them up her damp thigh, gliding nice and slow. Smiling against her hair as she sucked in a ragged breath of anticipation, he skimmed his fingertips through her crisp, blonde curls, playing for a while.

She groaned his name, arching against his dick for more. With a wicked chuckle, he reared back and smacked her clitoris before whispering circles over its hood with his fingertip.
 

“Please.” She writhed against him, sliding her wet ass up and down his cock. “Put it in.”

“Impatient?” So was he. “Let me see what I can do to speed things along.” He kept circling her clit at the same infuriatingly slow pace, listening to her groans turning to helpless pleas. “Shh, we’re getting there.”
 

When her tiny bundle of nerves swelled and protruded, Drake aligned his head with her slick folds and inserted a couple of inches.
 

Too tight.

Another half an inch…

Much too tight.

At times, his big cock got in the way of fucking.
 

His control threadbare, Drake knew he couldn’t possibly get Vania wetter than what she was, so he needed her mindless with want for him. That way, her inner muscles would relax fully for penetration. “Almost ready.”

She gasped as he continued to play, the heat of her body burning his skin. When a rolling shudder moved through her, Vania hissed. “I’m… past ready!”

In time with a strategic pinch to her clit, Drake surged halfway. She screamed his name until he thought plaster would fall from the ceiling.
 

He peppered kisses across her shoulders, keeping her still while holding her clit hostage. “You’ve clamped around me, so hot, wet, and perfect”
 

She was so clamped down on him, in fact, that Drake figured one of them would get hurt if he moved. Luckily, he didn’t worry for long, because Evan jogged through the bathroom so quickly that he nearly slipped in water.

“I signed in my email account,” Evan said roughly, shucking his clothes in dizzying speed. “Document-signed the contract.”
 

Vania whimpered.

Evan moved in front of Vania, reaching underneath her breasts to play. “And forwarded it to Avery.” His voice lowered to a rumbling purr, “Guess your workday is over, Miss Lange.”

Evan looked over her head at Drake, his eyebrow rising in question. Drake knew exactly what his stepbrother was asking: Why weren’t they moving?

Drake brushed his free hand down her spine, watching her fair skin pebble. “Our Vania is lush and
tight
.”

Evan reached beneath the vanity and pulled out liquid lubricant. Even though that brand was more like water than slime, Drake shook his head no. When he meant no barriers, he meant no barriers. Lube was for anal, later.

With one of his naughty glints, Evan leaned back on the vanity, spread his legs, and called Vania to watch. She lifted her head at his command, her breathing picking up at the sight of Evan’s body.

With his heavily inked arm, Evan brought the lube high in the air, straight over his pierced cock, and squirted half the contents over his dick and balls.
 

Vania stiffened all over, thoroughly engrossed.

Evan slipped his hand rhythmically up and down his dick. He worked himself with unwavering strokes, clearly obsessed with the woman in front of him, possibly falling under, too.
 

His dark eyes roaming Vania, his fist tightening with each swipe, Evan coaxed her to open wide without words or touch — with merely the sight of him doing what he was doing.
 

Drake mouthed her shoulder, nibbling and scraping with his teeth. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, enough of her squeezing his cock.
 

When Evan groaned, Drake released her clit from his pinch and caught her before she fell in the water. She cried out as the blood sped back to her tender spot, the rush propelling her to a clitoral orgasm. He took the opportunity to surge forward, burying himself until he reached the top of her scalding heat.