Chapter Three
? Dominic ?
I acted without thinking.
It’s a habit I’ve been unable to control my entire life. My brain doesn’t process the way it does for normal people. Mine sees something I want and gets it.
And the first time I really saw Isla, I knew she was mine. I knew I had to have her. It took eight years but only because she keeps running. Every time I nearly get her, she’s gone in the morning with no explanation.
But not this time.
I’m thirty-one years old. I don’t have time to fuck around anymore. I want a family. I want kids. I want Nick.
I want Isla.
I want her to give us our babies.
Nick is on board... partially. Having a kid is on point with him, but not with his sister.
Not even when I offered to be the one to get the job done, but he has it in his head that it would be wrong.
All because Isla came into his world when she was thirteen.
We were nineteen. We barely knew her. Neither of us cared to. We were too busy fucking each other.
The year Macie and Isla came into our lives, Nick and I discovered that we liked touching each other’s dicks. We both had girlfriends at the time, too, making everything complicated. But Isla existed in a different reality.
At that point, she didn’t even exist to us. We briefly met her once at a dinner. Then the wedding and not again for several months.
Then she turned nineteen and we made a trip home for a week. It was July in Texas. Every day was a heat warning that kept everyone locked up inside.
Except Isla.
She was out by the pool dressed in a tiny two piece that made it damn clear she was not thirteen anymore.
And I was not the only one who noticed. Nick and I nearly broke the damn bed that night.
We never shared a woman before. Part of it was because they weren’t Isla, but they didn’t feel right. In my head, she’s the only one I want full and round with our baby.
Nick agrees. He just won’t do it because of technicality.
With Isla’s pussy fresh on my tongue, I go in search of my boyfriend.
He’s somewhere in this shrine built by Macie.
The endless display of photos is creepy, especially the ones before her time.
Walking through the two stories, it’s like she framed every picture in every photo album.
Even Sarah, Nick’s actual mom isn’t this enthralled by him.
Hell, neither am I and I would kill for him.
I find my baby in the sitting room, held captive in the corner of the sofa by Macie.
His hand is in her lap, squished between both of hers while she chatters on with Jacob and Walker in the matching armchairs.
I’m amused that she’s practically in Nick’s lap while explaining the importance of boundaries to Jacob.
“It doesn’t matter that we’re neighbors. It’s just rude.”
I stay in the doorway, hands in my pockets and watch the morning light dance through the golden strands swept back from a face crafted to break hearts.
It’s unfair for a single person to be so beautiful, kind, brilliant and successful.
Even as kids, I’d find myself mesmerized by him.
Smitten. I loved him before I even knew what that word was.
Then, one day, we were wrestling for the remote and I pinned him and the fucker moaned and I fucking lost it.
Maybe out of sheer desperation or maybe out of blind desire, I kissed him.
I held him down across the scratchy carpet lining my parents’ basement and I poured every drop of my need for him into that kiss.
And the relief that surged through me when he kissed me back…
That became our secret. To the world we had girlfriends. We played sports. We did everything two best friends would do, but behind closed doors, he was mine and I made sure we made up for every second he wasn’t with me.
Thirteen years later and I still get hard just looking at him.
As if sensing me, eyes the color of chipped ice find me. They lock with mine and I give him a smirk.
Without fail, he excuses himself from Macie’s iron claw and pushes to his feet.
I back out of the room into the dimly lit corridor and wait for him to join me.
He does and I shove him.
Not far. Just against the wall outside the room his father, uncle and stepmother sit. I curl five fingers around the firm column of his throat and squeeze enough to flare his nostrils and his pupils go wide.
“How’s the plug?” I taunt.
Color soaks into his cheeks, but his features keep their calm exterior.
“Too big.”
I don’t hide my pleasure at that.
“You like it when it hurts though, don’t you, little whore?”
The pink deepens.
“Not with this many people around.”
I raise an eyebrow but drop my free hand down to cup his cock. Not at all surprised to find him hard. The thick bulge, scorching through the fabric of his trousers.
Nick moans and drops his head back against the wall. His chest heaves with a shudder I feel twitching in my palm.
I squeeze him.
Hard.
The way that makes his knees weak and his eyes roll back in his skull.
“Fuck, Dom…”
His pathetic whimper burns my lips as I lean in and capture his mouth. Taste the sweet agony on his tongue. As I fill his mouth with Isla’s sweet cunt.
“I should fuck you right here,” I taunt, stroking him faster. “Bend you over and take you raw.”
Nick groans a feeble, “Not here…”
I wouldn’t.
As much as I love the humiliation, the thrill of getting caught, what I do to Nick is only for me to see. The way he cums is only mine. I love the idea of torturing him, but I’m still a possessive asshole who doesn’t want anyone to see his cock.
It’s mine.
“Get upstairs. I have something for you.”
I break away before I say fuck it and take him anyway. I watch him stagger away from the wall, breathing ragged. There is uncertainty in his eyes that tickles my amusement.
Despite being open to nearly everything, he still hesitates every time. His lawyer brain just has to weigh the pros and cons. This is why he’s the logical, think-first one in the relationship.
But he does it.
He heads in the direction of the stairs I just came down after eating his sister’s dripping pussy.
We pass Isla’s room. Her door is still shut and it’s quiet inside. I’m half tempted to push Nick inside and replay the entire thing, but Nick isn’t ready and Isla needs to process what just happened.
They may not be related by blood, but Christ help me, both overthink everything to death.
I take Nick to his parent’s room. I ignore his protests and shove him inside.
“Are you crazy?”
My fingers are already at my fastens. I have the button and zipper down.
“Get on the bed, Nicky.” Is all the warning I’m giving him, nor do I wait when I forcibly push him down at the foot of the bed, legs dangling over the edge.
His cry of pain sings through me as the impact of ass on mattress drives the plug deeper.
My cock screams for release, but I focus on getting his pants off.
“Stop fighting if you don’t want to get caught,” I warn him, fingers fisting the soft fabric and tearing it down his thighs.
I ignore his attempt at speaking the moment his dick comes into view. The appendage extends from a soft nest of golden curls to brush just over his navel. The thick head leaks a clear puddle across his stomach that has my mouth watering.
“Fucking love your cock, baby.”
Nick drops back across the neatly made sheets with the first suction of my lips over his head. His hands clap over his face the way Isla had and he stifles his noise.
Their similarities only fuel my obsession to have them both. To collect them like a set. I want them both in my bed, begging for relief only I’m allowed to give them.
“I want Isla.” I cut a path up the vein with the flat of my tongue. “I want to watch her suck your cock while I fuck her cunt.”
“Shit…”
He digs the heels of his palms into the back of his eyelids. His hips lift off the mattress.
“I want your cock next to mine while we tear her tight hole wide to fit us both.”
“Can’t... Fuck, I can’t, Dom. She’s my sister... shit!”
I sink him deep into the back of my throat, silencing his weak protests. Between my fingers, the cock in question thickens. The amount of precum that spills free runs down his shaft, now glossy with my saliva. His thighs quiver and I can’t smother my grin.
“You want it, too, don’t you, Nicky? Tell me how good she’d feel when you pin her down and take her.”
His head rocks side to side in denial even as his every breath wheezes from his chest in jagged pants.
“Stop…”
“What if I told you she tastes like peaches? That her cunt is a slippery mess begging to get fucked?”
The palm covering his eyes lifts and I’m fixed under my lover’s darkened gaze.
“How…?”
I do get a bit nervous when pulling my phone out.
While I know Nick wants Isla as much as I do, I acknowledge that I may have overstepped.
My goal hadn’t been to do what I did. When I initially knocked on her door, I hadn’t expected to find it already ajar.
Then, my thought was to record her and show Nick what we could have.
But... fuck!
Seeing the mess she was making across the mirror, seeing her take the whole length of that toy and moan our names…
This is her fault.
But I have never lied or hid anything from Nick, so I hand him my phone. I let his cock go and watch as he puts in the password. The video is already loaded, and I watch him hit play.
Isla’s greedy little pants fill the silence. The sound alone has me there again, outside her door, watching her drive down on the dildo.
“Fuck my ass. God, please. Don’t stop.”
Still on his back, Nick exhales a shaky breath that sounds pained, tattered. His cock twitches, expelling a heavy trickle of precum to smear across his belly.
“You recorded her?” he rasps, never taking his eyes off the screen.
Feeling moderately calmer, I edge back to my place. I take his engorged dick back in my mouth and get the tangling of his fingers in my hair as a response.
“She left her door open,” I justify.