Minutes passed. Or maybe days. Time was irrelevant when Sean Callaghan decided to dominate her mind and body. While her body seemed to have no trouble obeying him, her mind shut down to everything else but interpreting the sensations with which he was inundating her. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door that she realized Sean had never mentioned their location to whomever he had called.
“I need to get the - ” Before she could finish her sentence, the door opened and Sean walked in. Nicki blinked as she peered hard over a broad shoulder at the figure now inside the apartment. No, that couldn’t be right. Sean had his hand under her shirt and was doing magical things to her left breast...
“You’re a twin?” she gasped, color rising up in her face when it came out sounding like a breathless orgasm.
“Guilty,” Sean chuckled against her throat, smug male satisfaction in his power over her evident.
Sean pulled back enough to fix her jeans and smooth down her shirt, keeping her blocked from Shane’s view. Shane stood patiently just inside the door, content to look around and acclimate himself. Nicki sensed he was analyzing every possible entry and exit point, items that could possibly be used as weapons, etc. She knew it because it was exactly what she did every time she walked into an unfamiliar location.
“Nicki, Shane. Shane, Nicki.” Sean made the introduction brief.
Shane’s mouth curved into a familiar half-grin while his blue eyes sparkled mischievously. “She’s who I’m supposed to babysit? Hmmm, thanks, bro. And it’s not even our birthday.” He winked at Nicki when her eyes widened.
“Not her, dickhead,” Sean growled. “Her brother, Nick. He’s crashed in the bedroom, coming down off of some shit.”
To his credit, Shane’s only reaction was a slightly elevated brow.
Nicki stared at Shane. She knew she and her twin shared a lot of the same features, but these two were so alike it was almost freaky. Still, if she looked very closely, she could see that Shane held himself a bit differently than Sean did. Of the two, she instinctively knew that Sean was the more aggressive, while Shane was the more polished of the two. Both, she knew to the depths of her soul, were lethal.
“Keep looking at him like that and I’m going to get jealous,” Sean warned seductively in her ear, reminding her of exactly who was going to be fucking her very soon by pressing his iron-like manhood against her hip.
Nicki broke free of her fascination. “Nice to meet you, Shane,” she said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Shane smiled easily. Under different circumstances, Nicki could see herself liking him. “You, too, Nicki.” He shot Sean a knowing glance. “Go on, I got this.”
“Thanks, bro,” Sean said, already tugging Nicki toward the door.
Chapter Thirteen
The minute Sean had her over the threshold he slammed the door shut and pressed her up against it. Within seconds he was on his knees and she was naked from the waist down, hands tangled in his black, silky hair. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and devoured her, burying his face in her sex. His hands explored, caressed, pinched and massaged.
Nicki felt like she was caught in a maelstrom – dizzy and weightless and completely at the mercy of a true force of nature. There was no fighting it; she held onto him and let herself get swept away. Sean brought her to climax twice before he relented, scooping Nicki up and carrying her limp form to the bedroom.
The bed was so soft; it felt heavenly beneath her sensitized body. Worn out from the two powerful, successive orgasms, she melted into the mattress and the coolness of the smooth cotton sheets.
Through slitted eyes, she saw Sean grinning smugly as he methodically removed the rest of her clothing. She offered no resistance whatsoever when that skilled, talented mouth played with the parts he exposed.
He moved away only long enough to remove his own clothing, then straddled her hips. The hairs on his corded, muscular thighs tickled and teased her bare skin; the heavy weight of his erection pulsed against her lower belly while he pinched and plumped her breasts to attention. Nicki closed her eyes again, reveling in all of it.
At least until she felt the silk wrapping around her wrists. Instantly alert, Nicki’s eyes flew open.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her post-orgasmic lassitude evaporating quickly as she struggled. Sean moved quickly and efficiently, thwarting every one of her attempts to free herself. Apparently he’d had some training, too.
“I’m going to fuck you, Nicki,” he told her huskily. The pure heat in his glowing blue eyes made her squirm. No man had ever looked at her like that before – like he worshipped her. “I’ve made you come once by my hand and twice by my mouth. Guess how many times I’m going to make you come with my cock, baby?”
“Three?” She tried to sound sarcastic, but her voice came out far too needy to be believable.
“That’s right, baby. A fucking trifecta. And then, if you’re a good girl, I might let you rest a little before I do it all over again.”