Chapter 4
Coming home from closing the bar, I unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my ponytail. I made myself a cup of coffee laced with bourbon and lit the fireplace. Turning on the music, I let the blues fill the room while I stared into the flames. I sipped slowly as I tried to figure out what this attack at the club was about. Tonight, we’d had another body show up. I hadn’t wanted to leave Tavi and Sam here when she’d had her bad dream. Shortly after, I’d gotten a call about it from my assistant.
They were probably asleep, and right now, I appreciated the silence to just think. More dangerous drugs in our packages. I’d had a few runners check their supplies, and none of them said anything was off about their stashes. They seemed like somebody was trying to frame us for something and turn heads in our direction. We didn’t need that, especially when we didn’t run drugs inside the bar. We only cleaned money. Why were we being set up? That was the only question I couldn’t find an answer to. Ward either. He was having a meeting tomorrow with the brothers to see what their thoughts were on it. I just needed to clear my mind until then. Finishing my cup, I poured bourbon inside, forgoing the coffee this time.
My mind drifted to Sam. She was going to force me to deal with my past. To deal with it, I had to let go of the pain I’d been through. Sicily was a nice girl, but when she learned about how much money we were sitting on, she wanted it more than us. She’d originally been into both of us, which was rare. Women thought it was weird to be with two men that are brothers. It’s not like we fucked each other. Somehow, being with the same woman made us feel more connected. We enjoyed that connection that made us different from most of the world. One that we’d gotten to experience because the egg split and put us in the same place at the same time. Believe it or not, when we were with Torin, the connection grew. Almost as if he was our other brother.
People didn’t understand it. Though Tavi and I differed from one another, the one thing we did share was the need to grow the bond we had. When he took care of a woman who belonged to us, it also benefited me, making me happy. Same for him and Torin. And the happier the woman we shared was, the better the experience. Not every sexual experience needed to be together. But every once in a while, it was nice to see a woman’s pleasure coming from what the three of us could bring.
Lifting my cup, I growled when it was empty. Adding more, I decided it would be the night”s last drink. The buzz I was looking for had settled in, and I needed nothing more. Hot, I removed my undershirt and socks. I let my hair down and leaned my head back toward my preferred spot.
“If I didn’t just leave Tavi upstairs asleep in my room, I’d think that you were him.” Elara stood in the doorway eating a sandwich.
“How do you know I’m not? Maybe I was quicker than you, beating you in here.” I let my eyes climb up her body slowly. I lingered at her rounded thighs, soft stomach, and the swell of her breasts.
She wore spandex shorts, black and high enough for me to anticipate her turning around. If they covered her ass, it wouldn’t be by a lot. Her tank top was long and hid the vee of her pussy. The sides had slits that exposed the length of her shorts to me. No shoes. She looked comfortable. I enjoyed her this way more than I should. It was a temporary solution having her here, but I could get used to her parading around like this.
“Caesar, you and Tavi are very different. I can usually tell you apart. I’m certain you are you.”
“What woke you up so late?” I took another sip and swirled the amber liquid in my cup.
“My stomach. I was starving.” She giggled. “This is my second one of these. And that’s not including the one that Tavi brought me earlier.”
“Would you like for me to cook you something?” I sat forward, momentarily distracted by her need for food. However, I’d wondered what she’d taste like before I’d posed the question.
“No, thanks. I’m full now. Two sandwiches, some strawberries, and a bottle of water should be plenty.”
“I’ll have breakfast ready in the morning. You’ll need it. Requests?”
“Pancakes. You can never go wrong with pancakes.” She smiled.
“Then it’s settled.”
“Well, I don’t want to bother you.” She turned away.
“Sam…” I called for her to come back.
“Yes?” She peaked around the corner at me.
“Stay. I was enjoying this time with you.”
“Normally, you want nothing to do with me. Right now, you don’t want me to leave.”
“That’s not true. I love having you around.”
She came over and sat next to me on the couch, legs folded, as she leaned against the arm of the couch. Her splint pushed her injured arm against her breasts. I took another sip from my cup, then licked my lips.
“You’re hot and cold with me, Caesar.” She finished her last bite and watched me.
“Just hot,” I mumbled into the cup before downing the last of my drink.
“What was that?” She leaned forward.
“You should go upstairs and sleep, Sam.”
“Why? I thought you wanted my company. Remember, you’re not hot and cold with me.”
“Just… hot.” And the flames flickering against her butter pecan skin only tempted me more.
“How hot, Caesar?” Her sultry voice was going to get her little ass in trouble if she kept it up.
“Third-degree burns, baby girl. I can’t have you going back to the doctor so soon.”
Sam giggled and bit the side of her lip. The little minx was nervous.
“Where’d you get your name from?” She blurted, to change the subject. Her eyes twinkled with mischief that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to jump all the way in or dip her toe. I enjoyed seeing her out of sorts. It meant I was getting to her.
“My best friend gave it to me, or as Tavi and I liked to say, our other brother. He knew I hated Augustus, my real name, so he deemed me Caesar. He also nicknamed Tavi. We are Augustus and Octavian. My mother has a thing for Roman history.”
“So, Gus wasn’t an option?” She covered her mouth to hide her silent laughter.
“It is if you want to be put over my knee and spanked.”
“You’re always threatening me.” She pouted.
“Only with a good time.” I held her eyes as she warred with her thoughts.
“Being spanked is a good time?”
“Judging from the heat in your cheeks and the slight ways you’re fidgeting, yes, it is. I wouldn’t doubt that you’re wet, too.”
“I’m not.” She seemed like she was trying to convince herself.
“Let’s find out if you’re lying or not.” I scooted over and dipped my hands through the opening of her folded legs. I pressed my fingers against her core, and the heat was enough to scorch. “Baby girl, I can feel how hot you are and if I,” I moved my fingers down to trace her lips to her opening. Her shorts were thin enough for me to feel the moisture soaking through. “... move here. I can feel just how wet you are.”
“Caesar,” She gasped as I pressed inside.
“Wet as fuck.” I concluded. “You should probably stop me if you don’t want me to show you what lying gets you.” I breathed against the column of her neck.
“Can I apologize and make it all better? Omit my answer from the docket?” She pleaded. I heard her voice quiver and felt the tremble as my lips grazed her skin.
“No, no, no. What’s done is done.” I moved my hand down to the leg of her shorts and went underneath. Getting straight to the point, I found her very aroused clit and massaged it. “You can start with an apology, and if you’re lucky, I’ll go easy on you tonight, especially since I’ve been drinking.”
“Caesar…” Her lusty moan made my name sound like her salvation. Was she ready for me to take her higher?
I pinched her sensitive bud between my fingers, making her gasp.
“It burns…” she warned.
I licked the side of her neck, starting at the alcove and moving upward to behind her ear. Her response was a deep moan that vibrated through her chest. Careful not to put pressure on her arm, I lifted myself to my knees to hover over her. Her head relaxed against the arm of the couch, and she arched into my hand. Adding more pressure to my fingers, she shivered.
“Caesar, it’s throbbing. What-what are you doing?” She licked her lips, and her hand pressed against my chest.
“Count to ten, baby girl, and I’ll show you.”
Trusting the process, she complied.
“One… Two… Three…”
I sucked the side of her neck at her pulse. Increased the pressure as she counted to five.
“Six… Oh, seven…” She whined, begging for something I’m not sure she understood.
Pinching my fingers together a bit more, I could feel how hard she pulsed. Slick, I held on as best as possible so she didn’t get relief too quickly.
“Eight… Nine…”
“What?”
“Nine…” She shuddered against me, barely able to hold on.
“I can’t hear you,” I growled into her ear.
“Nine!”
She was so close. I could taste it. Feeding off her erotic energy, I bit her just as she said ten. I released her clit, and she gripped me tightly as she came. I stroked her clit until she flew so high the sounds from her mouth became inaudible. Her hands relaxed against me. Charged up by how she had been controlled, and then her release, it left her sinking underneath me and unaware of her surroundings. Her eyes were unfocused, and her breathing was so labored that I worried for a minute that she’d pass out.
“Fuck!” She whispered harshly.
“Tsk. Tsk. Dirty mouth.” I swiped my fingers through her messy folds and inserted them between her lips, making her suck my fingers. “Good girls shouldn’t say dirty words.”
Desire flared in her eyes again, but I wasn’t ready to give her more. She’d have to earn it.
“Now, you’ll go upstairs and go to bed. No touching that greedy pussy of yours. From here on, it belongs to us. If we don’t touch it, it stays needy.” I pulled my fingers from her mouth and kissed her bruised lips.
Plump and damn sexy, I showed her how serious I was by drawing everything she had in her until she was clawing at me to fuck her.
“Let’s get you to bed, Sam.”
“But…”
“But nothing.” I cleaned up, and she followed me. She cupped my very hard dick and licked her lips.
“It’s something.” She whispered.
I twitched in her hand and cursed that I’d be denying us both. “Not tonight, it’s not. Let’s go.”
Sam sighed in displeasure and I felt her pain. She wasn’t ready, and I could see something warred inside that pretty little head of hers. I wasn’t sure what that was, but it had my attention. Pushing her wasn’t the answer. We’d have to talk about it soon.
I helped her upstairs and tucked her into bed. Tavi pulled her into his hold, and I covered him, too.
“Good night, Caesar.” She whispered.
“Sleep well.” I backed out of the room, not wanting to admit that I had missed touching her already.
Tavi would keep her demons away tonight. Knowing she was safe and with my brother made it easier to walk away and get into my bed. Getting undressed, I climbed into bed, where my angry dick tented the sheets.
“You’re not supposed to want her this badly. I guess that means we both deserve to suffer.” I mumbled to the stiff fucker that refused to go down.
He refused to give up, so I did. I closed my eyes and tried to forget how good a certain red-headed glory felt under my control. It made for a very sleepless night.