Page 8 of All He Wants

“That’s what I thought,” Nick murmured, sounding smug, and when he withdrew his hands from her jeans, she let out a mewl of protest. “Thank you for being honest, baby.” He sank to his knees and Ember’s blue eyes burned with heat as she watched him.

My hand flicked open the button of my pants, the zipper lowering quickly and quietly as I watched them. If this was the only bit of her I’d ever have, then I would make it count, even if part of me was screaming that this was a bad idea.

Nick lowered her pants and smoothed his hands up her pale thighs, pressing until she widened her stance and I swallowed hard at the unobstructed view of her pussy through her matching mesh blue panties. She was wrapped up like a present, and fuck if I didn’t want a taste.

His hands hooked in the string sitting high on her hips and Ember moaned when he dragged her panties down. She was neatly trimmed, almost bare, and I could see the evidence of her arousal shining under the low hall lights.

Agonisingly slowly, my hand started to move over my cock, gripping my shaft tight enough that it bordered on painful. I didn’t want to miss a second of this. I shuddered when my hand stroked over my head, so sensitive it made my jaw clench with the effort to not make a sound.

Nick pushed two fingers across her pussy lips, stroking her clit and parting her with his fingers before he lowered his mouth to the space between her thighs. Em’s reaction was instant, her back arching, fingers sliding into Nick’s hair to hold him in place as he feasted on her. The sloshing sound of her pussy made my hand speed up, and when her hips started to rock against my brother’s tongue I bit my lip so hard I could taste the iron tang of blood.

His fingers worked her while he continued to eat her pussy and Ember was a vision, lost in the pleasure with her head flung back, eyes screwed shut, one hand on her breast and one holding onto Nick by his hair as her breaths came harder. I could practically taste her impending orgasm in the air, my own rocketing along behind as my palm slid over my shaft faster.

A shuddering gasp took her and Nick groaned into Ember’s pussy as he lapped up what was probably a rush of wetness before he lifted his head to look up at her. “Are you ready, baby?” His hand tilted as he curled his fingers inside her and I pushed my hips into my hand, wishing it was her I was fucking, her tight pussy pulsing around my cock rather than my brother’s fingers as he pumped her faster, faster, faster⁠—

Ember cried out, her sound of pleasure muffled by the heavy wooden walls but I knew it would be ringing through my mind for a long, long time. Nick praised her as she rode his fingers, chasing the last of her orgasm as mine crashed through me and I spilled into my hand in a dizzying rush that made me lean against the wall as I finished.

Nick was chuckling and Ember’s eyes fluttered open, her cheeks pink and legs trembling. “Don’t worry. The doors are thick. I’m sure Oakley didn’t hear you coming for us.”

I nudged the door closed quietly and released a shuddering breath, regret and shame rolling in thick and fast as I looked down at the mess I’d made watching what I couldn’t have.

CHAPTER THREE

Ember

“Thanks so much for doing this.” I smiled at Harper as I held up a dress against me in the mirror, tilting my head in consideration. Apparently, Nick had been keeping more secrets — namely, the Hart’s annual holiday ball. An actual, honest-to-God ball.

Suffice it to say, a ballgown hadn’t been on my radar while packing for a casual family holiday visit.

Harper rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe Nick didn’t tell you about the ball. Actually, no, I can. Men.”

I laughed. It was lucky really that Harper and I were about the same size and she had brought multiple options with her, to match her mood on the day. Harper had opted for a floor-length beaded silvery gown that made her blue eyes gleam and was a gorgeous contrast to her dark hair. On me, that dress would have washed me out.

“Em, why are you even hesitating? It’s got to be the red.”

She was right, but it was just… So bold. “I guess it’s festive.”

Where Harper’s dress had wide straps that delved into a v-neckline, the red dress was strapless and made of a silky material that draped and folded over itself in an elegant ruched detail across the A-line front. The slit up the side was also a little more daring than I’d normally wear, but…

“Okay, I’ll try it on.”

The material was cool as it slipped over my skin and I worried for half a second about needing a strapless bra before realizing the dress had one built-in. The black heels were tall and half a size too big, but I would manage. The more voluminous lower half of the dress needed dramatic heels to match.

“Fuck yes. Tell me you’re wearing that one,” Harper said as she stood back after zipping me up to admire her handiwork. “Nick is going to swallow his tongue when he sees you.”

I giggled, but couldn’t argue with her. The dress fit like a glove. Now, I just had to work out what I was doing with my hair and makeup. The mention of Nick made my heart beat a little faster. Last night had been… different. Sure, we’d roleplayed before, and we liked to have fun and try new things when it came to sex. But I’d never even considered being shared before and was surprised at how much it turned me on. Nick had been unperturbed by the whole thing, but I felt almost guilty after what we’d done in the hall. Like I was cheating on him by fantasizing about his brother while he got me off — despite Nick instigating the whole thing.

I shook my head and re-focused on my reflection, holding my hair up as I tried a few different styles before sighing.

“Leave it down,” Harper suggested. “We can put in a nice wave if you want? Very Jessica Rabbit.”

“Sure, nothing says festive cheer like a sexy cartoon character.” I snorted, but allowed Harper to steer me toward her vanity where she heated up a curling iron. “So what do you normally do for the holidays?”

She shrugged as she set out different sprays and a dozen makeup brushes on the counter in front of me. “Usually I see my folks, but they’re off travelling right now. Australia. So I decided to come and stay with Aunt Rachel and Uncle Lyn.”

Australia. Wow. “Long flight. Are they out there for long?”

“About six months now. They’ll be home in the new year.” Harper smiled as she misted some heat protector spray over my hair and then brushed it through. “What about you?”