Wordlessly, she squirted the jelly onto her fingertips. She coated the vibrator with it. “This stuff is a bit hot for what you want to do. If you’re up for another round later, I’ll put this on you, but there’s no way this is going in my ass.”
She rubbed the rest between her legs, parting those intimate lips and moaning as she touched her clit. For the first time in his life, Evan felt at a loss. He thought he knew what she wanted, but now he wasn’t so sure.
A shiver ran through her, quaking her body from her hips to her shoulders. She licked her lips. He couldn’t resist the impulse to capture them with another kiss. At least he knew she liked those. Heat erupted between them. The quivering of her body increased. He knew she was close to coming apart, but he didn’t want it to happen until his full length was buried inside that sweet ass of hers.
Her hand massaged his cock, and he broke the kiss. Her touch was firm, confident. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to take it. Slowly, she unrolled a condom, caressing every inch of him before it was covered. Never had Evan given up so much control to a woman. Until now, Daniel was the only person who had ever pushed him to a place of wild abandon.
“Do you want the coat on or off?” Her question was breathy and unsteady.
Evan smiled, joyous to know she was as affected by him as he was by her. “On.”
She climbed on the bed and waited on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him. The coat rode up, but it still covered most of her ass.
Just below where it ended, her labia, swollen and pink, glistened with evidence of her arousal.
Evan lifted her hips and pulled her off the edge of the bed. As inviting as she looked, she was up too high. He placed her feet on the floor, spreading them for better access. She tilted her hips, rolling
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them back to lift herself to his level. He flipped up the bottom of her white coat. It was sexy, but it was in the way.
“Beautiful,” he said as he caressed her lower back. “So fucking beautiful.”
He grabbed the second tube of lubricant, the no-frills kind, and coated the condom. Then he placed the engorged head of his cock against the tiny ring surrounding her opening. She moaned and pressed against him. It was all the urging he needed, yet he kept his wits about him. He had no way of knowing what size she was used to feeling, and Evan knew his cock was wide.
“I’m going to go slow, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.” She sighed and relaxed against him. He felt the weight of her trust, and it buoyed his spirits. This was the kind of partner he needed.
He pressed forward, stretching the ring wider until at last he was inside. She was as tight and tiny as he thought she would be. Her rectum hugged his cock, squeezing it tight.
Her breaths came faster and shallower, and her fingernails dug into the bedding.
“Alaina? Talk to me, honey. Are you okay?” The sound she made was half growl and half moan. “If you stop, I will kill you. I’m going to come, Evan.” He worked his way deeper, thrusting in slow increments until he was seated all the way.
She whimpered. Her face was buried in the bedding, so the sound was muted. She wiggled against him, but his height forced her to balance on her toes, robbing her of leverage.
“Are you all the way in?” Her voice sounded surprisingly strong.
“Yeah.”
She spoke before he could tell her anything more. “Don’t move, not yet.”
The toy in her hand disappeared underneath her. He felt the hardness of it sliding against his cock, and he jerked, thrusting into her deeper and harder than he intended.
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“Sorry.” He rubbed a hand along the smooth polyblend of the lab coat covering her back.
“It’s okay. I promise you’ll like this.” Evan didn’t want to tell her that she was the first woman he had taken this way. He had no idea if she could climax without vaginal or clitoral stimulation. He would have provided it if she didn’t already seem to be taking care of herself. Though he preferred to be the one dishing out the pleasure, if she wanted this kind of release, he wasn’t going to deny her.
Those thoughts were chased from his head when the vibrations began. They teased their way through the thin wall of tissues separating the toy from his cock. The base rested against his balls.
Electricity shot from his dick to all points in his body. Even the bottoms of his feet tingled with rising pleasure.
Guttural sounds ripped from his chest.
“You can move now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a loud cry, he withdrew until her sphincter stopped his head, and then he plunged into her fiercely.
He lifted her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh because he couldn’t think to do anything else.
She came with that first thrust. Her body spasmed, bucking against him violently. The cry issuing from her mouth went on and on. She pressed her face into the mound of covers she’d gathered, muting the sound. He thrust into her, using long, slow thrusts to stave off his own climax.
Alaina came apart in his hands. She was a caged panther come to life. Her body jerked and flailed. If he didn’t stop her soon, she was going to hurt herself.
Wrapping one arm under her hips, he lifted her from the bed and floor. While it greatly hindered her movements, she still bent and bowed, fighting him. Sobs and cries poured from her mouth, most of them incoherent. Now that he had control of her body, he resumed thrusting, finding a rhythm roughly in sync with her wildness. Never
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in his life had he driven a woman to this brink, and Evan loved every second of it.
He and Daniel had their hands full with this one. Evan wondered if they could contain her passion together. He couldn’t tell how many climaxes she experienced because she never seemed to come down from that peak.
Every single one of his nerve endings was on fire. Giving in, Evan finally increased the pace of his thrusts. Alaina met him each time. He came hard, the waves of the orgasm sweeping through him and leaving behind a metallic flavor. He collapsed on top of her body, pinning her between his body and the bed. Mustering all of his energy, he reached between her legs to remove the vibrator. It dropped to the floor, still vibrating, with a dull thud against the carpet.
She dug an elbow into his rib, and he took that as his cue to roll to the side. Alaina lifted her head only to drop it back to the bed with it turned slightly away from him. He held her in silence until her chest stopped heaving.
“Damn, you’re good at that. Most men aren’t quite sure what to do.”
Evan started. Did she know? No, she couldn’t know. He stroked the hair that spilled down her back. No sunlight snuck into the room to streak her brown with reds, but it was still rich with color. He’d never liked curls much, but now he found he couldn’t imagine an attractive woman without them. Hell, he couldn’t imagine an attractive woman who wasn’t Alaina.
“Glad you enjoyed it. I’m surprised you aren’t hoarse.” She coughed out a short, pathetic laugh. “So am I.”
“I like that thing you did with the vibrator.” Now she lifted her head and pushed her torso up with her hands.
The gleam in her eye was decidedly naughty. “I know some more interesting things to do with a vibrator.” Evan didn’t know how it was physically possible, but his cock began to harden again. “Little lady, we’ve got all night.”
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Chapter 8
By the time Wednesday evening rolled around, Daniel was a bundle of nerves. Sophia got several good hits in on him during their warm-up session. She was a good sparring partner, one against whom he’d practiced his entire life, and she was an excellent martial artist.
Both of them were skilled in multiple disciplines, and both of them were good at combining the skills for a really good fight.
The bell indicating the front door had opened gave Sophia an opening to flip him over her shoulder and slam him into the ground.
He hit hard.
She looked down at him. Normally, she would gloat about her feat, but this time, she only looked worried. “Your concentration is shit, Danny.” She held out a hand to help him up. “You okay?” He glanced toward the door. Alaina had come in, looking exceptionally stunning in her low-key skirt and blouse combination, but she wasn’t looking his way. She hadn’t called him since he left her house the night before. Neither had Evan, who hadn’t been home when he had stopped by after he finished helping his father. “I’m fine.
I have some stuff on my mind. Nothing big.”
“It must be big if it’s ruining your concentration.” She lifted a brow at him. “I smell girl troubles. What’s the matter, Danny? Did you finally meet a woman who won’t fall at your feet?” The bell chimed again. Several women came in. Alaina greeted them and led them to the room she used for meetings. He exhaled sharply as he stared at the closed door, and his shoulders sagged.
“Alaina? Really?” On the verge of laughing, Sophia pressed her lips together. Danny appreciated her effort to not mock him.
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For their entire lives, people assumed he and Sophie were twins.
They looked a lot alike, and she was only four inches shorter than him, the same height as Evan. Her dark lashes made her eyes appear even wider. She bit her lip, but she let loose the laughter once the door closed behind Alaina. He used his frustration as a focal point and flipped her to the ground the same way she had flipped him.
Sophia groaned. “Damn, you must have it bad. I don’t think I’ve seen you so on edge since Suzette Morrison at your senior prom. I thought you were going to pound her date into the ground.”
“She was supposed to go with me,” he said, stepping back and preparing to be attacked. Once Sophia regained her footing, she was going to head straight for him.
She didn’t charge him. She stood with her hands on her hips.
“You didn’t have a problem finding a replacement date, and I’m pretty sure you got laid. You have nothing to complain about.” Though he had gotten laid, he hadn’t slept with Suzette, not that anything would induce him to correct Sophia. He waited. “Are you going to work out with me or flap your lips? Has living with a chef made you soft, little sister?”
Sophia tilted her head. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Really, he didn’t want to talk about it. He wanted to march in that little room with the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, grab Alaina, and demand to know how things went with Evan. Then he wanted to kiss her until she quivered in his arms and demanded he take her upstairs and do something about it.
“Are you sure?” The amused tone didn’t dampen the seriousness of her offer. “I’ll let you put your head in my lap and cry, and I won’t tell anyone you had an un-macho moment.” He attacked first, not because he didn’t trust Sophia enough to let down his guard, but because he didn’t know if he’d be able to put it back up in time to face Alaina.
After the session, he rushed upstairs to shower and change. When Alaina had accused him of having a date last week, she hadn’t been
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far off the mark. He’d wanted to take her out. They didn’t have to go to the poker game. As long as they were together, Daniel didn’t care where they went. He’d chosen his clothes with care and put on aftershave.
Now he hesitated. Would she think he was trying too hard? Fuck it. The stuff had pheromones in it, or something like that. Evan had bought it for him for his birthday. He wanted all the help he could get.
Sophia appeared. His loft apartment was one large room with a kitchenette at one end and a sofa-sleeper at the other. The only room that had a door was the bathroom. She lingered in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, and studied him.
“You look good, Danny, but we already know she likes your looks. What’s your plan of attack?” She pulled the band from her hair and brushed it out, a precursor to kicking him out so she could shower. Both of them had been sweaty and stinky after their workout.
Sophia hadn’t spared him, and he had returned the favor.
“I wasn’t planning to attack at all,” he said. “I was just going to ask her to come play poker with us tonight.” Sophia flipped her head up to narrow her eyes at him. “Seriously?
You think that’ll work? Hey, Alaina, want to come over to my sister’s friend’s house where you will only know me and my sister? By the way, it’s a date. I’d like to put you in a high-pressure situation while we get to know one another.”
He scooted out of the bathroom. “You’re right. I’ll just ask her to go for coffee. She said she likes that coffee bar down the street.”
“That’s a great idea,” Sophia said, poking her head through the door. Behind her, the sound of running water let him know this would be her last salvo. “Way to set up the ‘let’s go back to my place’
scenario. You do realize she’s not one-night stand material, right?”
“Yeah,” he said. He wondered if
she
knew it, and he wondered if Evan had said anything to her about their plan.
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A half hour later, the last of the women left, and Daniel found himself pacing through the kitchen. Sophia watched him, first with amusement, then with worry.
“You really like her.”
Daniel rubbed his hands together. “She’s going to say no.” Sophia got to her feet. “Nice pep talk.” She sailed out the door and down the stairs.
The door to the room where Alaina was even now putting away chairs was at the bottom of the stairs. As soon as Daniel realized what Sophia meant to do, he dashed down the stairs. He arrived just in time to hear Alaina politely turn down the invitation.
“Thanks, but I have plans tonight.”
“With the doctoral candidate?”
Alaina looked over Sophia’s shoulder. Her eyes met Daniel’s briefly before moving away. “I’m meeting friends.” Daniel’s lips clamped together. It was a nice evasion, one he had used himself to let a woman down gently. His gut clenched. He hated having the tables turned. Damn Evan for not returning his calls.