4
GAbrIELLA
It’s 9 pm when my phone buzzes. When I swipe open my phone, I discover I’ve been invited to a new WhatsApp group called Dial-A-D. Very cute.
I guess Kain has had a chance to communicate the details of our discussion to his big brothers and that they are in agreement. I turn to face the long-arched mirror that’s propped in the corner of my bedroom, gazing at the girl who thought it would be a good idea to step into forbidden territory.
Forbidden because they’re my brother’s best friends in the world and forbidden because there are three of them.
My reflection stares back, stripped of makeup, dressed in one of Travis’s worn shirts that is so oversized on me that it hangs past my thighs.
I’ve always tried to be a brave girl. I guess being surrounded by boys from a young age drove me to be more daring, trying to keep up with their constant drive for crazy adventures. Since I started University, I’ve had my fair share of flings with varying degrees of satisfaction. Most of the time, after a couple of dates, I back out. As soon as I smell a whiff of too much interest from them, I’m out the door.
I like my men cool and in charge, preferably okay with holding me at arm’s length with a slightly frosty exterior and a domineering side that keeps me grounded.
My go-to romance novels always involve a dominant book boyfriend of some sort; a CEO who seduces his assistant, a mafia don who kidnaps his rival’s sister, a motorcycle club criminal who rescues a woman from violence and then proceeds to keep her captive for himself. They’re all equally cold at the start, sometimes with a nasty streak and enjoy a little pain.
So far, none of my fellow students have come close to being the kind of man who could really get me off and hold me down for more than a passing interlude.
Blake - Gabs! I heard you’re up for replacing your rabbit with my snake. Hit me up whenever.
Dalton - Seriously, dude! That’s what you go with as an introduction to this? Gabs, I just clipped him around the back of the head on your behalf.
Blake - He did, with his big orc hand.
Kain - Guys, can you tone down the bullshit? For fuck’s sake.
Kain - Gabs, as you can see, I’ve filled in my idiot brothers on the arrangement. I’m sure you can tell from Blake’s eloquent message, they’re in. I guess all there is to say is that we’re at your beck and call. Whenever you need us, use this chat. Whoever is around will fulfill whatever desire you have. When you don’t need us anymore, all you have to do is leave this chat and we’ll know. No expectations. No hard feelings. Just fun between friends, okay?
I reply with a simple OK, and three smiley-face emojis appear in quick succession.
Gab - anyone free before classes tomorrow? My mom leaves home at 8 am. My classes start at 11 am.
Kain - Me. I’ll come to you.
Dalton - He’s going to bring some ingredients too.
Kain - Dalton went shopping already. He’s more excited about the food than the sex.
Dalton - I’m not, Gab.
Dalton - Kain, you’re a douche!
Dalton - But a man’s gotta eat, especially when he’s grafting all day.
Blake - Here we go again! Are you ever going to shut up about the bricks?
Kain - Guys, we should leave Gabriella now. See you tomorrow.
More smiley emojis light up my screen and I can’t stop smiling at their goofy back-and-forth. It’s been a long time since I’ve been included in their friendship with Travis, and I miss the fun we used to have.
But now it’s something else too. Between my legs, my pussy has a level of sexual awareness that it hasn’t had in weeks. My clit tingles, aching to be touched, and lower, I’m heavy and achy. It would be so easy to pull out my vibe, but I’m going to wait. I want to really feel the need for what Kain is going to give me tomorrow. I want him and his brothers to own my pleasure while this agreement is in place, because isn’t that the point of it?
It’s still early, so I take a seat at my desk to finish an assignment that’s due by the end of the week, but I’m easily distracted by the memory of Kain’s body, seen furtively through a crack in my drapes. What will it be like to touch him? To feel the heat of his skin, and the beat of his heart. To know what he tastes like. To know how he likes to fuck.
Instead of focusing, I come up with all kinds of imaginary Kains, whispering imaginary filthy things in my ear, holding me down, forcing my mouth deep onto his cock. I drive myself crazy until my panties are damp and my body is tingly.
When my phone beeps again, it’s like I’ve been woken from a deep sleep.
Kain - Are you thinking about it?
Fuck. His message is private, away from the group chat.
Me - Yeah. How could I not? This is big.
Kain - It is big. *wink emoji* Tell me what you like. I want to make your fantasies come true.
Fuck. Fuck.
Is he serious? No man has ever asked me that before. No man has ever cared to find out what’s inside my mind before they’ve tried to get inside my body. This is sexy. Like, really sexy. Any reservations that I’ve been clinging to melt away. I owe it to myself to be honest.
Me - Take charge. Tell me what to do. Manhandle me. Show me your strength.
I can see he’s typing for a while, and I wait, nibbling a hangnail, desperate for the message to deliver. What if he thinks I’m fucked up? What if he’s secretly submissive? Just because he’s a brute on the football field and built like a brick wall doesn’t mean he’s an animal in the bedroom.
When my phone beeps, I close my eyes and say a silent prayer.
My prayer is answered.
Kain - That’s what I like, too.
Wow. Just wow.
Kain - Just promise me you’ll tell me if I cross any lines, okay?
I place my hand over my heart, pleased at his sensitivity, the butterflies in my belly resting a little with a new feeling of confidence.
It’s not that I doubted that Kain, Blake, or Dalton would treat me well. They’re good men raised by a strong father. He might not have taught them basic domestic skills, but he educated them on respect. They’re big and rough, but gentlemen at heart.
It’s more that I didn’t expect the communication.
Me - I will. Thanks for saying it.
Kain - Of course. Don’t forget, this is about you. We’re at your service.
I send a blushing emoji, my own cheeks hot. How am I going to get through tonight feeling this needy? I guess it’s going to take some serious willpower.
When my alarm goes off at 7 am, I leap from my bed in a way that’s completely out of character for me. Forget snoozing this morning, I need to get ready for Kain’s imminent arrival and that means showering, and all the other beauty treatments necessary for a first time with someone. Rather than feeling exhausted in the shower like I usually do, I bounce on my feet and sing a very out of tune version of my favorite song, shampooing my hair and rubbing my skin with expensive, special occasion exfoliator until it’s softer than a baby’s butt.
By the time I emerge from my steam bubble, I’m pink cheeked and buzzing. Choosing what to wear seems like a waste of time, seeing as I’m going to be peeled out of it soon, but I’m not going to open the door naked.
For a second, I imagine Kain’s expression if I did just that, but even with all my confidence, I’m not quite ready to be that brazen. Maybe next time.
I decide to go with a white lacy bra and panties with little ribbons securing them at the hips. When I’ve put a wave into my hair, I look positively innocent, which seems fitting considering our little text chat.
Maybe he’ll like pretending it’s my first time and he’s the one plundering my innocence. In a way, I wish he was. My real first time was a major disappointment. A lot of huffing and puffing on Ben’s part and zero enjoyment on mine.
When I spray my favorite perfume on my pulse points, I shiver with anticipation.
At 8 am, Mom yells her goodbyes up the stairs, and I tug on a cute blue pajama set which will be easy to remove.
I check my phone a million times, half expecting to receive a message from Kain telling me he’s not coming, swayed by a last-minute prick of conscience about having his wicked way with his best friend’s baby sister.
Except I’m not a baby anymore.
By the time I’ve made a quick protein smoothie for breakfast and consumed it in record time, the doorbell rings.
Oh god.
He’s here. No conscience stopping him, or at least, if there is, it’s not enough to keep him away.
When I finally open the door, there’s no going back. I know, as soon I see his sapphire eyes, framed by thick dark lashes that no man should have any business possessing, I’ll be lost.
I pad to the door, my bare feet almost noiseless. When my hand touches the handle, I have to inhale deeply to steady my rising nerves.
Pulling the door open slowly, I brace myself for the impact of Kain, but it’s futile. He looks like a god; dark hair still damp from the shower, a white tee that tugs across his impossibly broad, muscular chest like its threads are fighting a war to remain untorn. Thick thighs strain at his snug blue joggers. My eyes drift over him hungrily and without any embarrassment, it seems. I lick my lips and when I finally meet his gaze, Kain is smiling, with dancing eyes.
He’s amused. “Gabriella.” A simple nod of greeting, and the reverberation of his deep voice jolts me out of my daze.
“Kain.” I usher him to come in, sweeping the street outside quickly to check for nosy neighbors. We’re good.
The click of the door closing is shockingly loud, and then the silence of the house envelops us. Kain looks around a hallway that should be familiar, but the way he focuses on the photographs, it’s like he’s seeing everything for the first time.
“I miss those days.” He raises his head in the direction of an image of us when we were kids, standing together in the backyard. All the boys, Travis, Kain, Dalton, and Blake, have their arms around each other. I’m standing slightly to the left of Kain, dressed in a short green dress, with my hair pulled into long braids.
“Life was simpler,” I agree.
“Yeah.” He folds in his bottom lip, pinching it between his teeth, then, as if he forgot he was carrying a bag of groceries, he nods toward them. “Shall I put these in the kitchen?”
“Sure.” it feels very weird to follow this hunk of a man, who’s here to fuck me senseless, into the kitchen to talk dinner. “What did you bring?”
“Chicken thighs and a bunch of vegetables.”
“Perfect.” I switch the oven on and grab a tray.
“You’re going to do this now?” He seems surprised.
“If you want cooked food by the time you leave, we need to get it into the oven right now.”
“Okay.”
I take the bag from his hands and unload everything onto the counter. I grab my mom’s huge box of seasonings and herbs, and some oil. It doesn’t take long for me to chop the onions, bell peppers, zucchini, and potatoes into chunks. While I’m busy, Kain leans against the counter, watching with fascination. I toss them all into a big square stainless-steel pan, add enough oil to coat, and a mix of seasoning that I know is going to make everything taste delicious with a hint of heat. The chicken is added on top and then I toss it all around with my hands so that everything is mixed. “This is a one-pan meal,” I say. “The effort is in the preparation, and then you just leave it to cook.”
“So we don’t have to watch it?”
“Nope,” I say, covering the whole thing in foil and setting it into the warmed oven. I’ll set a timer on my phone, and we’ll cook it slowly to give us enough time. My heart skips a beat in my chest as Kain takes a step closer.
“Enough time, huh?”
His thumb brushes across my lips, creating a shiver of nerves that run up the back of my neck and over my scalp. He’s so close that the scent of his skin makes me woozy. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into with this man and his brothers?
A whole pot of delicious danger.
“Yeah.” I tip my chin up defiantly and Kain chuckles.
“Better get up those stairs.” It’s a mild order, but I feel it between my legs like he just spread them and licked a long hot stripe.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, loving the way his eyes lower at my submission.
Kain follows me up the stairs that we’ve scrambled up as kids, his presence looming with intent behind me. At the top, we both pause, the sight of Travis’s door making this feel even more forbidden.
My brother would hate this.
He’d be furious with us both.
He’d be disgusted that his best friends have hatched this plan. Disgusted that they waited until he was out of the country to do the very thing he forbade.
But Travis isn’t here, and even though I love my brother more than life itself, I know he doesn’t have any right to control who I fuck. In case Kain is feeling the frost of cold feet, I reach back and take his hand in mine, leading him to my childhood bedroom.
The walls were once pink and lined with dolls and stuffed animals. I updated it to something more fitting for a college-aged woman two years ago and I’m thankful I did. It’s now nothing like it used to be when I’d force Kain to play Barbie and Ken with me.
I distract myself by setting up the timer while Kain closes the door and slides the lock in place. Even though we’re alone in the house, it makes sense to prepare for the worst.
When we turn to face each other, my mouth goes as dry as ash.
“Take off your top.”
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. My arms, controlled by the strict tone of Kain’s instructions, lift the hem until it’s over my head and I’m left in my lacy bra and pajama shorts.
Kain inhales a deep breath that broadens his chest even further. “And the shorts.”
I take my time to slide them over my hips, holding his gaze, watching as his eyes darken to the color of the sky before a storm. Kain widens his stance, and his big, right hand slowly moves to cup his cock.
As soon as the fabric pools at my feet, he orders me to turn and the rumble he makes when he sees my ass is primal. “Come here, Gabriella.”
It’s in my nature to be defiant. To tell him no. If you want me, you come here. But having Kain Nowak at my beck and call wouldn’t be half as much fun as submitting to his will. Drawing my shoulders back, I take four steps, leaving a foot between us. In a flash, he closes that gap, his hand securing the back of my neck and his mouth punishing mine in a bruising kiss. The passion, the frenzy; it’s like a pot of longing that’s been filling for years has suddenly been tipped.
My hands claw at his shoulders, his arms, his back, wanting closeness. He lifts me by the ass, wrapping my legs around his hips, supporting me as though I weigh nothing. The huge bar of his cock lies along the seam of my pussy, driving me crazy. When he turns, pinning my body between him and the cool plaster, I gasp. His hips press onto mine and I whimper as my clit swells.
Freeing a hand, he palms my breast, finding it soft enough to make him groan, teasing the nipple until it’s a ravaged point.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he mouths against my neck. “How long I’ve imagined the taste of you on my tongue.”
“Me too,” I gasp.
His hand grasps my jaw, holding my face tightly and staring intently. “You want to taste me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Kain lowers me so my feet hit the cool floor, then his hand is on my shoulder, urging me to my knees. He shoves at the waist of his joggers and pulls out his cock, gripping it with a ferocity that looks painful, moaning as he uses the tip to trace my lips. “Open up, Gabriella. Show me that sweet tongue.”
I loosen my jaw, staring up into his ever-darkening eyes as he slides his perfect cock into my mouth, his fingers still gripping the root. He didn’t lie. It really is big.
His thighs tremble with restraint as I wrap my lips around his girth and hollow my cheeks, the salt-sweetness of his pre-come making me light-headed.
“Good girl,” he whispers, easing forward, pressing into the back of my throat with just enough control that I don’t gag. As his hips ease back, I rest my hand against the rounded perfection of his football-trained honed butt and moan around his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, as I take him deeper. “Fuck.”
His hand cups the back of my head, not to force but to give the impression of control which dampens my panties. By the time Kain fucks me, I’m going to be a slippery mess.
With each thrust, I open my throat, taking Kain so deep my nose brushes the neatly trimmed hair encircling his cock, and his eyes become almost frantic. I can make him come this way, with just a little swallow reflex and a well-timed vibrating moan, but maybe he won’t want that. Maybe he’ll want to save his release until he’s inside me. Or maybe he’ll like me to watch him spray it all over my stomach. Any of those options sound amazing to me.
“I’m going to come,” he says so deeply that my toes curl. “Do you want to swallow?”
I nod, already feeling the taste of his cock intensify with each pass. He doesn’t get rougher with his thrusts. In fact, the perfect control he exerts over himself is something to witness. Instead, his grip in my hair intensifies until it’s almost too painful, and then he releases, hot and slick into my throat, his face tipped to the heavens like he’s thanking the almighty for the epic release. His cock slides from my lips and I swallow like the good girl I want to be for him. I rest my hands on my knees, taking an obedient position in the shadow of his powerful frame as his fingers tease my hair and he tucks himself away.
“You look good on your knees for me,” he murmurs, through a throat that sounds constricted with pleasure. “But it’s time to get up.” He holds out his hands and I slide mine into his grip, allowing him to help me to my feet, feeling tiny even when I’m standing up to my full height. Kain’s finger lazily traces my clavicle and then lower, to the lace cups of my bra.
“You look so sweet and innocent dressed like this,” he murmurs.
“Is that what you like?”
He kisses me again then, his tongue slick against mine, showing me just how much he likes it. With a firm grip, he takes both my wrists, forcing my hands behind my back and securing them in one hand. With the other, he grasps my jaw, tipping my face to his.
My legs tremble with arousal and anticipation as Kain makes his ability to overpower me obvious. This is what I want. It’s what I need. It’s something I’ve never found with any other man.
How far will he take it?
I hope all the way.
“This body is mine,” he whispers darkly. “Your perfect tits, mine. Your soft lips, mine. That deep throat, mine to use. And your pussy…” Kain pauses for effect, glancing down between us to where I’m squeezing my thighs together. “I’m going to ruin your pussy for any other man.”
“What about your brothers?” I whisper, forcing my chin higher with defiance.
“They’re going to ruin your pussy too,” he growls.
With quick action, he pushes me two paces until the back of my legs touch the mattress. Keeping a grip on my face and hands, he lowers me until my back touches the soft white comforter and remains over me, staring as though he can’t quite believe what we’re doing. For effect, I struggle a little, trying to pull my hands free, but they remain perfectly in his expert hold. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he whispers, his words tickling the tips of my nipples. “You can keep your hands behind your back like a good girl, or I can tie them up?”
“I’ll keep them there,” I say quickly, wanting to please him. Needing him to know that I relent to his demands. There will be other days when I’ll let him bind me.
His fingers disengage from my wrists, easing out from behind my body. He presses a harsh kiss to my mouth before he pushes up on his arms, biceps bulging, his shirt pulling taut. When he straightens, he pulls the tee over his head with one hand in a move that I wish I had captured on video for all eternity.
Shit. Kain should be illegal. He looks too good. Smells too good. Feels too good.
He tosses the shirt onto the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. “Put your feet on the bed.”
My body snaps to attention, doing as he’s ordered, even though it will leave my legs open and my pussy spread behind the flimsy fabric of my panties.
“That’s it,” he says. “Perfect.”
One thick finger trails from my knee, down the inside of my thigh, and I struggle to stay still, fighting a losing battle against my body’s responses.
“Still,” he barks, and I jump, holding my back in its unnaturally arched position, anchoring my abdominals to remain as motionless as possible.
His finger continues its trail, bypassing my pussy and following the path to my navel. He touches the piercing I have there, a tiny diamond stud. “Blake will love this. Outside tattoos, piercings are his other great love.” His voice is soft when he talks about his brother, which reminds me of their unwavering bond. Most siblings have arguments, but the Nowaks never did more than bicker. They don’t look alike, but they’re closer than peas in a pod.
Higher, he touches the front fastening of my bra. “It’s time we lost this,” he says.
“Yes,” I whisper.
With an expert flick, my bra is undone, and the fabric is eased from my skin.
The sigh Kain makes is like pure satisfaction. “You have the prettiest tits,” he says. “Better than I imagined.”
“You imagined?”
“Fuck yeah.” He bends forward, mouth hovering just above my right nipple. His breath tickles my skin, drawing the already pointed tip tighter. His hot tongue flicks over, once, twice, and then his hungry mouth latches on and sucks, hard.
Fuck. I tip my head back, no longer able to maintain the eye contact Kain has kept, needing to drift into a place where my body takes over from my mind.
His big hand palms my other breast, rough and hard. Perfect.
The tug of his mouth sends a pulse of connection between my legs, and I force my thighs together, needing contact.
Quick as a flash, Kain taps my hip. “Keep your legs open.”
I whimper, understanding he wants to frustrate me, loving it and hating it in equal measure. He’s slow to travel down the length of my body, but with every kiss, every lick, every nuzzle, I quiver more with anticipation.
When his lips are pressed to the soft, rounded part of my lower belly, I push up on my heels, raising my hips to urge him forward. “What do you need, baby?” he murmurs. “What do you want?”
“Touch me,” I gasp. “Make me come.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
With two tugs, the ribbons at the side of my panties are undone. Kain presses my knees apart, spreading my pussy wide, staring down at my most private place with eyes that burn with desire. He licks his index finger and runs it over my clit, and I almost burst with just that one tiny touch.
“Slowly,” he teases, easing my hips back to the bed. “There’s no rush. I’m going to give you what you want, and it’ll be so much better for waiting.”
“Please,” I beg, seeing how much he likes it. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Baby, baby. This pussy’s so hungry, isn’t it?”
I nod; my mouth suddenly dries as his finger traces lower and lower, the thick tip resting against my entrance. “Please.” I shift again, so quickly that I take his finger inside me just an inch and he groans at the same time as me. It’s enough for him to lose some of the tightly coiled restraint he’s been teasing me with.
When his rough tongue strokes against my clit, I buck against his mouth, but when he pushes that finger up against my G-spot, my toes curl. “That’s it,” he says, flicking his tongue faster, forcing his finger deeper and harder. “Come for me, Angel.”
And I do. Oh I do. My thighs snap closed around his head, and I moan so deeply it vibrates my lips. I think I’m going to pass out from the racing of my heart, but then I hear the tear of a foil packet and the slick sounds of a condom rolling, and I know I need to come to my senses because Kain is getting ready for more.