She lifted one brow in inquiry, goosebumps racing over her skin at the mention of another cruise. “We?” she asked, needing clarification.
Troy’s lips curved in one of his rare smiles that warmed her enough to melt in a puddle at his feet. Good thing she could control herself.
“Trevor and I, of course. He told you we both want you, and we don’t have a problem with that.”
“Do you two tell each other everything?” She wondered how many women they had double-teamed and then shoved that thought aside as a road best not traveled.
“Yes.” Sliding his hands under her short hair, he cupped her skull and brought her mouth up to his.
Paige cursed her weak resistance then gave in to it. For whatever reason, both Troy and Trevor claimed to want her now. The time she’d spent with them thus far had only whetted her appetite for more and barely dented the lust she’d been harboring for the brothers for close to a year. As long as she remembered this was just a fling, a temporary walk on the wild side of coveted but forbidden fantasies, she could reap the pleasures they offered and move on when it ended, as she’d always been able to do before.
Sinking into the kiss, and against his muscled frame, she savored the taste of him on her tongue, the forceful possession of his mouth, and couldn’t help but compare the difference to Trevor’s kiss. His brother used a softer, coaxing manner backed by an underlying thread of dominant insistence that got to her every time. Troy didn’t mess around, just turned hard and demanding when he was ready to reel her in. Two opposite approaches, yet she responded with equal fervor to both. I’m doomed, fucking doomed, was the only coherent thought she could conjure up.
Proving her point, Troy released her and spun her around so fast, her head swam. Then he whispered in her ear, shocking her with his order. “Bend over and brace your hands on the seat, Paige.”
The dark seduction wrapped around the command in his voice stripped away all hesitation, making room for an illicit thrill that shook her.
“We’re out in the open,” she whispered back, scanning the alley even though she already knew they were alone back here. There were lit up windows high in the building opposite the bar, but even if someone peeked out, the car would block their view. But the risk of getting caught, being seen by strangers, remained. Putting need before caution, desire before prudence, she placed her hands palm down on the seat and held her breath in expectation.
“I love your ass.” Troy ran his hands under her calf-length skirt, drawing the garment up as he traveled up the backs of her thighs until he reached her panties. He draped the skirt over her back and lowered her panties to mid-thigh, the bare exposure to the sultry night air producing a flutter of awareness in her abdomen. “And I love playing with your ass.” He filled his hands with her malleable flesh, kneading the soft muscles until Paige squirmed with the need for more.
“I kind of figured that out already.” She gasped when he spread her cheeks and prodded her back orifice with a slick, rubbery bulb. “Here?” she exclaimed in disbelief as he pushed past the tight resistance of her anus. Hundreds of sensations shook her body, shock at her behavior and response the least among them. God help her, she didn’t care where they were, or if anyone was watching. He’d already set up a pulsing ache in her sheath that demanded assuaging.
“You’re a bright girl. Deep breath…” he pushed until he’d embedded the rounded object, “and release.”
The plug didn’t feel as big as the one they’d used before, at least not until she heard what sounded like pumping air and the thing inside her expanded. Her breath caught as she stuttered, “You… you could have warned me!” She trembled from the sudden fullness, those new nerve endings they’d introduced her to turning ultrasensitive. “What is that?”
“I like surprising you better. It’s an ass pump. You can remove it when you get home. Here, let me take your mind off it.”
A resounding smack that threatened her position and composure followed, the burn having its usual effect. Lowering her head, Paige quit trying to make sense of her responses, and her feelings, and gave herself over to the pleasure. Several more rapid slaps covered her buttocks before he invaded her pussy with a deep, three-fingered thrust that brought her up on her toes. She pushed back against his marauding hand, mewling with frustration when he explored her entire sheath yet avoided putting pressure against her clit, right where she needed it most.
“The plug makes your pussy even tighter, and from how wet you are, I’d say you like it.” Troy tugged on her clit, one quick squeeze before pushing deep again. But it was enough to leave her shaking with palpable need, aching for him to fill her as deep and stretch her as wide as the plug in her ass.
Paige wiggled her hips, bore down on his ramming fingers, accepting each jackhammer plunge with a groan of pleasure. She forgot their surroundings, forgot she wasn’t submissive, forgot she was a temporary diversion for both him and his brother. Falling to her elbows from the forceful finger-fucking, she pleaded in a breathless voice, “Please, Troy… Sir, I need…”
“That’s all I wanted, baby,” Troy crooned.
He pulled out of her and then latched onto her clit with two fingers, milking the tender piece of engorged flesh until her climax exploded without the usual slow build-up. She muffled her scream, but feared it still echoed down the alley. Paige wobbled when he helped her rise, her labored breathing sounding harsh in the otherwise quiet, dark night. The slight breeze cooled her perspiration damp skin and caused a delicate shiver to ripple over her exposed flesh.
Not knowing what to say, she turned from his focused gaze and slid behind the wheel. “I have to go.” She reached for the door handle, but he placed his hand over hers to stop her.
“Not yet. Wait here a minute.” Troy strode to his vehicle, reached inside and withdrew a small pink gift bag. Handing it to her, he said, “A gift from Trevor and me. We’d like you to wear them under your dress Saturday.”
“And if I don’t?” she couldn’t help asking since he hadn’t insisted.
“Then you’ll have trouble sitting during the ceremony and reception. Drive carefully. Goodnight, Paige.”
She didn’t open the bag until she got home. Sinking down onto the sofa, she held up the black vibrating panties with a sense of fatalism. Do they mean to arouse me in public? And why does that idea sound appealing? No matter what they threw at her, it seemed her body was on board. Just imagining what these would feel like turned her on; picturing herself at a wedding, surrounded by people she didn’t know and trying not to react to the soft pulses from the garment terrified her. Surely those two would wait until after the ceremony and reception to torment her, wouldn’t they? With them, she never knew, and that meant she’d spend two nights of restless sleep over what they had in store for her before Saturday.
* * *
“You look amazing,” Penny announced when she breezed into Paige’s bedroom on Saturday, ten minutes before Troy and Trevor were due to arrive.
“Thanks, sis.” Paige eyed her twin in the mirror, her abdomen tightening when she noted Penny’s flushed face and sparkling eyes. Oh, God, could Trevor be right? Am I envious of Penny’s ability to move on with her life following not one, but two traumatizing experiences? “You look good, too, happier than I’ve seen you in a long time.” She turned from eyeing herself in the gray silk sheath she’d chosen to wear to the wedding
today to face Penny. “Living with a dominant man really does agree with you, doesn’t it?”
“It’s more than that, Paige.” Penny sat on her bed and leaned back on her hands with a contented sigh. “I like a strict Dom, but also a caring one, and that’s where I went wrong with Jim. He didn’t care about me as much as he did about controlling me. Master Damien’s been all about learning what I need and giving it to me while pampering me at the same time. God, I love that!”
“I get it. He’s a prince among Doms,” she returned on a wry note.
Penny regarded her in silence until Paige turned away. She needed to get over her reluctance to accept their relationship if she didn’t want to jeopardize the special bond she and Penny shared.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but he isn’t Jim. If I can remember that, why can’t you?”
“You’re right, Penny.” Paige sank down next to her. “Would you believe I’m jealous?” Admitting that wasn’t pleasant, but it helped loosen the tight knot in her stomach.
Bolting upright, Penny stared at her in disbelief. “Jealous? You have two of the hottest Doms in the city chasing after you. How can you be jealous of me?”
“Because I’m just a thorn in their side they’re trying to pluck out. I saw the way Damien looked at you in the hospital. You’re right, he’s nothing like that asshat, Jim. He was into you before you went home with him, before he touched you. That says a lot.”
“I think you’re doing what you always do when someone gets close. You’re shutting yourself off, too afraid of what might happen down the road to take a chance on letting someone into your life.” Penny stood and padded over to Paige’s closet to retrieve her black heels and bring them to her. Dropping them at her feet, she pointed to them, sounding a lot like Troy and Trevor when she instructed, “Put those on, they’ll showcase your long legs and you’ll go from stunning to knockout. Have fun today, and don’t think about tomorrow, or the next day, or next week or next month. Just today. Tomorrow, start over and just think about what you want that day.” Spinning on her heel, she got to the door before turning back with a cheeky smile. “I saw the package to the vibrating panties. Now I’m the one who’s envious. You’ll freaking love them.”