Ours to Love

Unbelievably, her pussy clenched again. One look at Javier . . . and she longed for him, too. To most it would seem odd, at least. Probably even wrong or sinful. But they both made her feel special in their own way. She didn’t simply care for one or the other. If they each desired her, why not show them her want of them in return?



“Not at all, big brother.” Xander slowly eased out of her tight passage and disposed of his condom. “Tag. You’re it.”



Her body tried to suck Xander back in, and once he was gone, she clenched around air, feeling oddly empty. She was sore in some interesting places. Her thighs felt as if they’d been spread wide for years. But that didn’t stop her clit from aching once more, especially as Javier rolled on his condom and dove onto her body as if he couldn’t wait another moment.



His hands trembled as he covered her. As he braced his weight on his elbows, he grazed her opening with the head of his shaft. Already, she could tell that he was a bit wider than Xander. Maybe not longer, but taking him was still going to be a stretch.



“Are you too sore?” he asked.



“Don’t worry about me.”



His mouth set into an angry line, and he glared sternly at her. “I refuse to hurt you if you’re already in too much pain.”



She might be a little tender, but it wasn’t enough to want anything other than to take him deep inside her. London wanted him to know that she didn’t desire or care less for him than his brother. Her feelings for Javier were every bit as strong as those for Xander.



“It’s all right,” she murmured. “I want you.”



He seized her lips, pressing a series of urgent kisses over them that melted her all over again. Her desire resurged, and London tilted her head to allow him complete access to her mouth—just like she bent her knees and tilted her hips to take him inside her.



He resisted, inching his hips away. “You didn’t exactly answer my question, little one.”



“I’m fine. I promise.”



“But sore, aren’t you?”



“I’m not fragile. The human body is made for sex. It’s already been worth whatever minor discomfort I might have.”



Xander stuck a hand between them, skimming her clit with a devastating touch. As he rolled the deeply sensitive bud between his fingers, she cried out. He merely smiled with male satisfaction, making her ache all over again, and curled his fingers inside her wet opening.



“She’s juicy,” he told his brother.



“Is she still bleeding?” That prospect clearly worried Javier.



Xander withdrew his hand and held up his fingers. Glistening but clean.



Javier stared, still hesitating, though he looked as if he yearned desperately to pound her into oblivion.



“Tell him to fuck you, belleza,” Xander whispered. “He acts as if he wants reassurance, but I guarantee that what he’s really after is the chance to hear that you’re eager for his cock to fill up that pretty, tight cunt and take everything he has to give.”



“Really?” she murmured. He’d like her to ask that? Then again, it kind of made sense. Men watched porn. Now she was no expert, but she was fairly sure none of those actresses had made the faces or screamed the guttural sounds she had during orgasm. And most of the porn stars, besides moaning prettily, were brazen and appeared to love every form of sex. She wasn’t dumb enough to believe it was all real. The actresses had looked somewhere between hilariously practiced and downright bored—at least from what she remembered as a teenager sneaking a peek at a neighbor’s porn collection while dog sitting. It had been just before her accident, and she’d only watched for about five minutes. It had been four and a half minutes too many. A woman asking a man to fuck her was tame by comparison. Maybe Javier would like it.



“Damn it!” Javier clenched his jaw, looking somewhere between stunned and annoyed at his brother. “How did you read my fucking mind?”



“Been there, done that. Burned the T-shirt.” Xander laughed.



They were serious. Both men were trying so hard to make her first experience both good and memorable, she didn’t have any problem asking Javier to give her what she wanted. It was the truth.



“Will you fuck me?” she murmured shyly, feeling a flush stain her cheeks. “Please.”



She’d rarely uttered that word in her life. At least not aloud. Her mother, an elementary school principal and a frequent Sunday school teacher at their church, would have had a conniption if she’d heard London say that. But now, sandwiched between two sexy-as-hell brothers, desperate to tell them how she felt, those words seemed lovely.



Xander groaned. “Hearing you say that is so fucking sexy.”



“It is,” Javier all but choked out. He must have known the confession was coming, but he still sucked in a breath and grabbed handfuls of her hair, then jerked back just enough to glide his lips over her throat and up to her ear. “You’re sure, little one? It’s been a long time for me. I don’t think I can go easy on you.”



His dark face was taut with a dominant snarl. His insistent words made her clit throb. She should probably be worried that he would ask for something she wasn’t prepared to give. She should probably not spread her legs for her boss and allow him deep inside her since they had to work together, at least for the next few weeks. She knew it was stupid to hope that her attention and affection might prevent him from losing himself in a bottle again. But none of that stopped her. She wanted Javier so desperately. And he seemed to need her, at least a little.



“That’s fine.”



He raised a brow at her. “Fine? You’ll just let me take whatever I want?”



London didn’t hesitate. She probably should, but . . . “If I’m able, yes.”



“Don’t you want to know all the perverted shit that’s running through my head before you agree?”



“If you want to tell me. But I trust you,” she said honestly. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”



Javier sucked in a stunned breath and reared back, dragging a hand through his short hair. “Amazing.”



The whisper felt like praise, and London basked in it, glowed with it. She smiled at him.



He tightened a fist. His nostrils flared. Then he leaned over her once more, his stare drilling down into her. “How much do you trust me?”



How was she supposed to quantify that? “Well . . . You’ve gone out of your way to be careful with me since I came to work for you. You asked about my health, my medicine. You told Xander to be careful with me a bit ago. I have no reason to believe that you would hurt me. Take what you need.”



“What do you need, little one?” He cupped her cheek, but the restraint was costing him.



In that moment, she only needed one thing. “To please you.”



Javier swallowed, his whole body pinging with pent-up lust he seemed to be leashing with the tiniest of threads. “So sweetly submissive . . .”



“Isn’t she? I picked up on it right away,” Xander said.



London frowned. Was that true? If submissive meant wanting to do whatever it took to earn his praise and know that she’d made him happy, then yes. If it explained why she had the oddest urge to kneel or bow her head or something like it to indicate that she was placing herself totally in his hands, then she supposed she was submissive. The idea didn’t bother her. She didn’t know a lot about sex like this, but learning at their hands would be a joy.



Finally, Javier turned to his brother. “Did you take everything with you when you left? I need to test this.”



Xander hesitated. “Are you sure? The last time, at Dominion—”



“Last time, I didn’t have my head screwed on straight. I’m solid now. I’m not going to let anything happen to her. And you’ll be here for both of us.”



London wasn’t exactly sure what they were talking about, but she watched and listened. Xander appeared as if he was debating the wisdom of helping Javier. Finally, he smirked. “I’ve got a few basics in the backpack.”



She watched as Xander looked over at the leather bag he’d set on the floor. Javier’s gaze followed before he smiled and kissed her with a demanding press of his lips, stealing inside to seize her mouth. She softened against him, clinging to his shoulders.



Under him, she seemed to sink into a cloud. Her head swam. Impatience gnawed at her. She wanted him to fill the terrible emptiness in her now.



Instead, he wrenched away from her. “Head on the pillow. Arms and legs outstretched.”



London blinked at his commanding tone. A shudder ran through her, but she wouldn’t disobey.



“Okay.” She scooted her way toward the head of the bed, carefully concealing her back.



He raised a brow, communicating his displeasure without a word. “What did you call me at work, little one?”



“Sir?”



“Exactly. That’s who I am in the bedroom, too. Do you understand?”



This was the Dominant in him; London knew that instinctively. And she welcomed it. Today, he would be exacting, and she would work hard to please him. But she was determined to do it.



“Do you understand?” he repeated into her silence, his voice deepening and turning a bit harder.



“Yes, Sir.”



London scurried to put her head on the pillow. It smelled musky and mysterious, like Javier himself. Refusing to be distracted, she spread herself wide open across the king-size bed, feeling vulnerable, exposed. Suddenly uncertain, but so badly wanting his praise.



“Beautiful.” He ran a finger up her thigh, his cock bobbing as he stepped closer so he could cup her breast, thumb her nipple.



She gasped, and Xander unzipped the backpack. In one hand he held a black leather backpack that contained who knew what. In the other, he carried a thin length of nylon rope. He stopped and stared at her. His cock rose again instantly. “Damn. I should have positioned you this way. You’re gorgeous. Look at that pussy.”



They both stared at her there, their gazes relentless. In that moment, she felt truly beautiful. Moisture gushed from her sex.



“What a beautiful sight. I could stare all night,” Javier admitted, then spotted the rope in his hands. “Excellent. What else do you have in there?”



London stared at that length of rope as Javier took it from Xander’s hands and prowled toward her. She swallowed, her heart taking off in her chest to rattle and thrum.



“Arms above your head, little one.” Javier’s hoarse demand was no less powerful.



Instantly, she obeyed. Gently, he grabbed her hands and crossed them, wrapping the rope around her wrists in a crisscross pattern. He looked over to his brother, who shook his head.



“Let me.” Xander dropped the backpack and approached her with a rakish grin. “You make me want to fuck you all over again, belleza.”



“My turn,” Javier growled.



With a laugh, Xander turned his attention back to the rope. “I’m going to show you a Western-style binding. We’ll have better control over the tension of the ropes. Avoiding excess pressure on the inside of the wrists protects the nerve endings just under the surface of the skin. And it’s probably best if we keep the scene light for now. We don’t know London’s tolerance.”



Javier listened attentively, his face a study of concentration. “Of course.”



Somehow, she found the two of them collaborating for her domination and pleasure so sexy. It wasn’t just the fact that they were both gorgeous and devoted to her in that moment. It was their harmony. They fed off one another’s energy and knowledge. When she’d met them both a few days ago, they hadn’t been speaking. That seemed a shame. They shared the same blood and so many of the same childhood memories. They should be sharing a brotherhood that would sustain and support them both throughout life. It was a silly fantasy that she could be the one to bring them together. Silly . . . but she couldn’t help aching to make it come true.



“Now fold the rope in half and create a loop. Pass the rope around her wrists one time and feed the loose end through.” Xander demonstrated, and London felt the rope wrap loosely around her wrists. “See how it looks a little like a slipknot? You finish the rest. Yep, like that. Now circle the two loose ends in opposite directions around her wrists, but keep space between her wrists or you’ll put too much pressure where she’s fragile.” He brushed the fair skin just over her veins.



“Makes sense. Now what?” Javier asked.



“Wind the rope around her wrists a couple of times, then take the loose ends and feed them through the center loop. Right . . .” Xander pointed. “Like that. Perfect. Now watch me.” He wound the rope to the inside, then split the ends in opposite directions. “Now take one end and feed it back through the horizontal loop in the opposite direction. Good. Tie it off, but use your index finger to check that there’s enough space between the ropes wound between her wrists. If it’s too tight, she’ll feel a tingling sensation, which means you’re compressing something you shouldn’t. Touch her hands periodically. If her skin is too cool, it’s a sure sign that her circulation has been hindered.”