Room One: Club Sin: Chapter 2

Um, that would be a hell no. No, I do not. But I’m all for it.

Fingers spread the swells of my ass open, and I barely have a chance to wallow in the satisfaction of finally having their hands on me before another idea consumes my thoughts. Not for the first time do I wonder about taking a man . Having a man, my men, stretch the most forbidden part of my body with theirs. Sink into me, claim me in the most decadent, taboo manner.

“The world is about to burn, baby. Our world. You’re our fire.”

“And we are your air.”

Both are murmuring their sweet talk all the while stroking, touching, and kissing all the spots they can reach while kneeling over my body.

Ryder or Brogan—I don’t know who, I can’t tell their touch apart yet—strokes a hand down my spine and dips into my seam, teasing my ass with swirling caresses.

I bite off the need to cry out when warm air blows over my back entrance. I jump a little, but Ryder only holds me in place for his friend’s naughty teases.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, my ,” Ryder says as a play on my last name. Something he picked up a few months back and what gives me hope that whatever this is between us can turn into something more than shared banter over text messenger.

I twist up to meet his eyes only to find it impossible not to kiss him. My lips brush over his in a soft passing, but he’s not going for anything close to gentle. Not my SEAL. No, Ryder is a man on a mission and I’m the sole focus of his unleashed energy.

He takes my face between his roughened palms and steals my breath away with the fierceness of how he claims my mouth. He squeezes me into him, and his tongue is in my mouth obliterating the last brain cells still firing.

I melt into him and press my ass into Brogan’s eager hands. Warm kisses drop on either cheek before he spreads my legs with a low groan. The next thing I know the pad of his warm tongue drags up my center and dips into the well of my pussy.

I moan deeply into Ryder’s mouth. He breaks our kiss and turns to his friend. “Do it again. I like how her nails dig into me when you lick her deep.”

His eyes are me again. “Sometimes, I think my life began the day I met you. Fucked up, yeah, but so worth the wait.” Strong fingers curl around my neck.

“True, I was barely fifteen.” Our foreheads come together, and we breathe in each other’s essence.

He smirks, a rueful grin lighting his handsome features. “You made every damn day a living nightmare. By the time you turned seventeen, Atlas was about to lose his shit.”

“Touché.”

Ryder pulls a fraction away from me. “Atlas is going to kill us, you know.”

All thoughts wash away then because Brogan does as his friend says and I’m so close to coming undone in their arms I can barely stay on my feet. I can feel those uncoiled sexual tensions built up over the years loosen which only makes them burn hotter.

Brogan spreads me wider, and I blush with a mix of raw need and inexperienced bashfulness knowing Ryder looks on.

“Get our girl on the couch,” he rasps deeply.

Brogan moves from behind me and spreads me between them. I’m on my back and Brogan loses no time returning to his spot between my legs. I widen them shamelessly. My dark-eyed lover looks up at me, my juices covering his masculine jaw, and his expression is pure, raw savagery.

He lowers his head and I look on as Brogan eats my bare pussy. All those fine muscles coiling and flexing. His tongue beats at my clit, forcing more girl-cum to spill down the crack of my ass to wet the couch cushion beneath me.

The view of Brogan between my legs is swiftly cut off when a set of gorgeous gray eyes cut into my line of sight.

Ryder cups my jaw and turns my head. The fat crown of his cock is at my lips. Beads of pre-cum spill down the veined length and I push to my elbows to catch every last drop with the tip of my tongue.

So taken by the sight of Brogan finally between my legs I must have missed when Ryder ditched his clothing. But that small detail doesn’t keep me from appreciating the view of every chiseled inch of his body as I take the heavy length of his cock between my lips.

“My ,” he groans as I work the head, sucking him in as I hollow my cheeks.

I moan around his thickness as his friend lavishes my core with his tongue. I’m utterly lost to the overloading sensations these men pour over me. My thighs clench around Brogan’s head, and I run my fingers through his hair, suddenly flooded with the need to find my release in his mouth.

Ryder pulls from my lips and rims my mouth with the velvety soft tip of his steel length.

“Brogan, you’re making me…oh, that feels beyond amazing!” My head drops back, and my mouth gaps open. He sucks the little bead between his feverish lips, and I swirl my hips, countering his slow, deliberate circles.

Brogan flicks his tongue over my pleasure nub and tingles of uncontrollable energy spiral through me. He tastes me deeply, pushing his tongue inside once, twice.

“Yes!” I encourage him breathlessly. “Holy fuck! Do that again. Please, please…yes!” I demand more, but I honestly don’t know if I can handle it at the same time.

“Greedy. Think you can handle more?” He chuckles as if reading my mind.

Brogan rises, his jeans still holding him back from me. But the button is popped, and I reach for it, tugging at the zipper. I slide my hands in and he hisses the second my fingers wrap around his massive size. My insides quiver and clench at the idea of taking him inside my virgin channel. It will hurt like a mother, but I don’t care. I need to feel what it is to have him stretch me wide and take the part of myself I’ve been saving.

The part of my soul in love with my stepbrother cries out for him wishing he were here, but I know in time, hopefully, he’ll come around. If his hands ever did come close to touching me in such an erotic way, he wouldn’t be gentle, either. Not like Ryder and Brogan. That much I know. Controlling, dominant, and possessive is how he would claim me. I’ve caught the way he looks at me. He can deny and pretend all he wants. But I know.

For now, I have Brogan and Ryder.

“Now, Brogan. I need you.” I turn my gaze up to Ryder who is reaching for the stack of condoms. “Both of you.”

“Atlas is going to be pissed as hell.”

Brogan nods, darkness taking over his expression. His chest tightens where his body presses against mine and I panic they’ll stop on account of their best friend. No way will these men pull away from me now. I shimmy my hips and brush the rough material of Brogan’s jeans against my heated, sticky wet core and he groans, meeting me halfway when I do it again. He slides a large hand over my bare thigh, and I cling to him, silently begging for him to not push me away. Forces beyond our understanding have led us to this moment. I know it deep in my soul.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles, and I know I’ve won.

Brogan brushes hungry kisses over my midriff, his late evening stubble teasing over my sensitive skin before he sinks lower and lower. “Come in my mouth first, baby. I need to know the taste of your release before we take your body.”

The low rumbling of a Harley goes almost unnoticed as Brogan spreads my folds, fills my heated core with a thick finger and works my clit with his tongue. Ryder is back at my mouth and sliding his hard cock between my lips. I’m so consumed by both SEALs everything else moves off my radar. I writhe and moan for them, letting worry and doubt seep away. I clench my fingers into a blanket left thrown over the couch cushions. My eyes screw closed and my whole body arches into Brogan’s mouth.

Ryder won’t let me move too far.

“Right here, Kandy. Keep that hot mouth on me. That’s it. Take more of my cock.” He feeds me another inch as I moan hungrily for more.

I don’t know if it’s instinct or some sixth untapped sense, but something inside me pulls my eyes open in that second to see my tall broody Atlas walk through the door of his boathouse. Wind-mussed hair from riding his Harley and sun-bronzed skin catch my eye first. The way the energy in the room ramps up sends tingles of electricity over my super-sensitive skin. There is always an air of danger about him, and tonight is no different. Broad shoulders cut down to a thick waist hidden beneath black jeans and an equally dark short-sleeved pullover.

I stiffen in my lovers’ arms, but Ryder doesn’t seem to care about his friend’s arrival. He takes my head in the palm of his hand and withdraws from my mouth as Atlas slides the door closed behind him. Dark, expressive eyes lock on mine. He zeroes in on my lack of clothes and the fact both his best friends are sharing me in his living room and that curious gaze of his slowly drifts down my open, exposed body. Faster than I can blink, fury washes away the confusion in his stony gaze.

Atlas looks like he’s grappling for control. He tosses aside a bag of clean laundry, and Brogan slowly pushes to his feet and turns to face his friend.

“It’s everything it looks like, man. I’m tired of you figuring out when you’ll be ready. Ryder and I are ready now.”

What’s all that supposed to mean? My puzzled gaze floats between all three.

I can feel the moment teetering on the edge of chaos and that is the last thing I ever want. My intentions never were to come between them in that way. One false move from anyone and Atlas will lose his shit. My memories trip back to the night Ryder saved me from my asshole boyfriend. Atlas had the same dark look that night as he does now. Murderous. But something tells me it’s his own demons he’s fighting and not his friend.

One thing is for sure, I don’t fear him. I know he’d never lay a hand on me.

“Please,” I beg desperately, reaching out for him. My body starts to shake from the unreleased pressure Brogan spent the last fifteen minutes building. I’m too far gone for any of their alpha posturing bullshit that seems to be going on between them.

“I’m here, baby. Shh…” Ryder takes a knee beside me, and his mouth takes mine. I moan a whisper of need and his hand replaces Brogan’s mouth. I cry out into Ryder’s kiss as his fingers move faster but the hotter I get, the harder it is to find my release. Ryder parts the folds of my pussy and swirls the pad of his finger over my clit and I buck against his touch.

My gaze finds Atlas’ again and I recognize the war going behind those thick lashes.

I curl my fingers in a gesture for him to come to me, but it’s as though his feet are glued to the spot in front of the door.

Desperate cries clog my throat, keeping me from begging him to come to me. My eyes slam shut, and I dig my heels into the couch, seeking more from Ryder’s touch.

I hear Atlas finally speak and his words are nothing less than deadly.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing. We had a fucking deal. What the fuck?”

I need to come or this fire inside me will consume every part of me until I have nothing left.

I hiss a little as Ryder pinches my nipples, then bites down on them. I’m on the verge of climaxing but I can’t. I just can’t. The need grows worse and desperation morphs into waves of pleasure and pain.

“Move,” Atlas barks and suddenly he’s across the room. His tall, muscular frame is shadowed in the low evening light as he towers over me. His jaw is clenched, and his handsome features are hard as stone, but his breathing is where he gives himself away. Harsh drags of air leave his lips and his chest rises and falls in a chaotic manner. His whiskey eyes meet mine and the desperation in those deep, dark irises is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he murmurs, and I know the question is not meant for me. He falls to his knees between my legs and loops his arms around my middle, dragging me closer. His fingers tighten and release against the flesh of my thighs. His head lowers and his tongue consumes my juices.

Shocks of uncertainty run through me. Atlas Stone is between my legs. I’m struck with fierce bolts of pleasure. His scent surrounds me.

He lifts my heels and settles them on his powerful shoulders. Burning waves of raw arousal pour from me to wet my already drenched core. Just like I predicted my stepbrother is not gentle or easy. He’s hungry, pissed off and I’m about to take the brunt of his rage.

Happily.

Warm lips clamp over my throbbing clit and he pulls the nub between his lips and sucks.

“Fuck, this is heaven. God take pity on my soul,” he growls, repeating his friend’s words against my folds like a man desperate for salvation from sin. He sucks harder this time pulling liquid fire from my virgin pussy.

“Atlas, more, I’m so close! Yes, lick me!”

He works me so fast the pleasure pouring over me borders on pain. But I can’t push him away. I don’t want to. I want all of him, anger, and all. I the feel of him as much as he seemingly burns for me.

“Atlas, please. Please make me come.”

Sharp heat flashes through me and an uncontrollable pleasure soothes over the burns with a strength and speed that leaves me gasping for air.

Brogan bends over me and hollows his cheeks taking a nipple between his lips, and Ryder pinches the other. The whole eroticism of three lovers working me adds another layer of molten heat to my already sizzling core. It’s exactly what I needed. All three. At the same time.

My throbbing clit takes a beating from Atlas’ tongue and when he sinks two thick fingers into my tight, slicked, desperate pussy I clench around him and ride the wave of my climax. A film of perspiration breaks out over my body. Breathy cries fill the room and I momentarily forget about everything and everyone except my men and what they just did to me.

My utterly blissful moment is short-lived.

Within one breath and the next Atlas shoves to his feet and my legs drop from his shoulders. Panting and still shaky from my powerful release I watch as Atlas rubs at his face, wiping my juices from his chin.

I flinch at the anger on his features.

He grabs up my clothes and tosses them at me. With his face an inch from mine he snarls, “You got what you wanted. Now stay the fuck away from us, Kandy. Get dressed and pretend this never happened. I never want to see you back here again. We’re no good for you.” His voice is hard and final.

Ryder is on his feet. His hard length hangs between his massive thighs, red and angry with need. “What the fuck, man? You want this.

want this. What will it take to get you to understand this will happen?”

“Never! I told you this before. She’s fucking off-limits!” he roars and buries a fist into a nearby wall.

I turn three shades of red and flinch when wood paneling splinters around his fist. Time for me to go.

Brogan puts a hand on my shoulder and turns a deadly glare on his friend. “Maybe you don’t need to be such an asshole. You’re scaring her, douchebag.” He buttons his jeans and tosses a look around for his shirt.

I jerk at the blanket beneath me and fight to cover myself.

Shards of my dying heart break off and fall into a black hole in my chest.

“You know I’m right. God damn it!” he barks at his friends. Both grab at their clothes—Ryder his jeans and Brogan his shirt—and make quick work of covering their gorgeously ripped bodies all the while my heart can’t find the strength it needs to beat.

“We will break her with what we want, and I can’t do that.” His dark eyes tear across the small quarters to me. “I won’t have another broken soul on my conscience. We’re filthy fucking bastards who kill for a living. The least we can do is leave her to find someone who can give her a normal life.”

Fury and pain darken his expression until I barely recognize the man in front of me. What does that mean? “Did you ever think about asking me what I want? What I think?” I snap sharply.

His expression turns inflamed. “You’re too fucking young for what we want, butterfly.” I bat away his use of the pet name he’d given me the first day we met because of my small size compared to his.

“Don’t mark me off as some lightweight, Atlas. Underestimating me would be a mistake.”

“You coming here was a mistake. It will be the first and last time. If you love us even a fraction of how much we love you, don’t darken my steps again.”

My brain zeroes in on his confession of love and the other two not throwing out denials.

But I also notice his tone. He speaks as if his word is final law and I feel a rage come alive in me that makes my fist want to connect to his jaw.

“We’re going to take a walk. By the time we get back you need to be gone.” His voice is low and animalistic.

He steps away from me, and I physically feel the distance Atlas puts between us. The cold seeps in and it burrows bone-deep. Ryder and Brogan do the same and I don’t know why, but that hurts more than when my hard-ass stepbrother did it.

I shove my feet into my skirt and jerk on my halter top in a haphazard way.

“You can’t do this.” Despite feeling mad enough to burn a town down, my voice is weakened with desperation and the pain of rejection.

Ryder and Brogan stand to the side, their gazes pinned to me, their expressions touching on everything from stark fear to acceptance. But they remain unmoving.

I slice a hand from one to the other. “So you do what he says? What are you—loyal dogs?” I find my voice again and force a little more of my wrath into my words. “Do you come to heel when he says, too? Aren’t you too old for that bullshit?”

Both Ryder and Brogan remain unflinching from the bite of my words.

“He’s your stepbrother. That earns him top billing. In this case. We respect that.”

I cock my head to the side. Oh really? Okay. I can play this game too. “You weren’t saying that when you had your mouth full of my girl-cum.” I cast my eyes downward. “And the fact you’re straining the zipper of your pants speaks volumes, don’t you think?”

Ryder holds a hand up. “He says walk, we walk, but if we had a choice, my , we’d take you and keep you as our queen. But…”

My broke. “But what?” This ought to be good.

“But you’re not old enough to know what you want, much less handle what we would want from you. In that he’s right. We broke a promise amongst ourselves. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m twenty fucking years old. When will everyone stop telling me what I want and let me decide that for myself? And if you think sharing me is dark…oh, boy. I’ll let you all in on a little secret.” I step up to Ryder and shove a finger into his chest. “This isn’t the first time…”

“First time for what?”

Atlas’ fingers wrap around my upper arm, and he spins me around, nailing me with a hard look filled with blazing rage.

“Finish that sentence, little butterfly,” he all but growls. “How fucking adventurous have you been while off at college, Kandy? How many boys have touched you? But I warn you. Be very careful of your answer.”

His massive chest heaves. What a brute. He might as well be beating his chest.

I offer a smile filled with venom. “Why? Is the big bad SEAL going to hunt down every man I’ve slept with?”

I shouldn’t but I can’t help but egg the jackass on. He deserves every bit of it and then some.

Darkness passes over Brogan’s expression, and I reach for him. Instead of stepping away like I expect, he takes my hand, slips it into his for a moment before breaking all contact.

“If you care for me, for us, walk away. Don’t make us do it. We can only handle so much shit in our lives before we break.”

“But I want this. What’s so wrong with wanting me?” Pieces of my soul crack as Atlas stares down at me. I can’t help but feel desperate and want to cling to him. Beg for a chance to prove I can be the woman they need.

“If you care for us, walk.” He repeats softly and cradles my face in his palms. For a minute I think he’s going to kiss me, but he dashes that hope away when he drops his hands and takes a noticeable step toward the exit. Self-disgust wars with anger as he stares down at me. He and Brogan are by the sliding door as if putting distance between us speaks volumes. And it does.

Ryder holds out a moment, obviously torn between following his friends and staying with me. But the bond between blood brothers is strong and he leans in, presses a kiss to my cheek before joining the other side.

“Never return here. Don’t tempt us to this degree again. If you do, you won’t like the results. Go live your life. Be normal. We’re nothing you need. Trust me. I’m not so fucked in the head yet to let shit between us happen again.”

My hands are in fists at my side and tears well against my lashes, but I refuse to let them fall. “It already has,” I whisper, gutted to the core.

“Kissing doesn’t mean shit, Kandy. It doesn’t matter if you burn with the same fucked up need as we do. It’s ruining us from the inside out. We crave you so badly. But this can’t happen. Never again. Do you hear me? What happened this evening means nothing.”

Those tears burning the rims of my eyes finally fall. “It did to me.”

“We leave in the morning. You’ll never have to see us again. Brogan. Ryder. Let’s go.”

“Atlas. Don’t do this.” I whisper their names. Hunger, and the same aching need I feel deep inside stares back at me. They feel for me, but something more than our familial ties keeps Atlas and his friends at arm’s length.

“Is there someone else? Another woman? Women?”

Atlas barks a humorless laugh that could freeze hell over twice. Ryder is at his side and he shoves his hands into his jean pockets. His eyes meet mine. “How could there ever be anyone else when you are all we want?”

With that, neither of the three men look back at me as they step through the sliding door and silently close it behind them.

Dread, embarrassment, and self-loathing take the front seat to my emotions. How could they say something like that and just walk? Make me feel like I belong in heaven and then shove me into hell?

I grip my hair and wrap it in a fast bun, shove my feet into my slip-ons and storm back to my car. I can barely see the ground beneath my feet through the tears.

I fumble for the handle of my door and swing it open.

“Kandy.”

I freeze.

Cold dread works down my spine. I turn on my heel at the sound of the sharp voice to find familiar blue eyes locked on mine. Perfectly painted red lips are pulled into a fierce thin line and I’m hit with a wave of contempt.

“What are you doing here?”

I sense the men coming up behind me.

Fuck. Could this day get any worse?

My mom takes in my ruined lipstick, mussed hair, and wrinkled clothes. Joe, my stepdad, stands behind my mom, his expression tight and controlled.

Raging storm clouds roam over her expression and I know a fierce tongue lashing is about to rent the air. “What did you do to my daughter, Atlas?” Disgust colors her words and I almost feel bad for the instant accusations, but you know what, the jerk deserves a little verbal beat down.

“You’re thirty-one and she’s barely twenty. And she’s your damn sister! Nothing about this is right. Don’t you dare touch her again. None of you. What kind of games are you playing?” She’s across the gravel lot and poking my stepbrother in the chest.

“Mom,” I start, but rage-filled eyes turn on me.

“He’s your brother for heaven’s sake.”

I was still in so much shock I didn’t see the hand coming up until it cracked across my face.

Atlas is beside me pulling me behind him before I get out the first gasp of surprise.

“Out of respect for my elders I won’t lay a hand on you. This time. Touch her again and you and I will have a problem.”

“Son,” Joe drawls in his heavy Texan accent and I can feel the powers between son and father shift from firm land to quicksand.

Ryder and Brogan come to stand beside me as a silent force of strength. The hand across my cheek did a good job of jolting me out of my shocked state.

“Enough,” I say and move to my car. “Sorry to disgust you, Mom. It’s a good thing I’m leaving. I’m taking that job offer in New York.” I turn to Atlas. “I guess you’re getting your wish after all. I’m leaving Texas and this small fucking lakeside, backward-thinking town. Don’t expect me to ever come back.”

Atlas, Brogan, and Ryder all turn rigid. Those stone faces of theirs turning about as expressive as mud bricks.

“Kandy, damn it. We talked about this. You’re coming to work for me.” Mom grabs my arm hard, and I turn back to her, jerking myself free.

“No, Mom. That’s your dream. Not mine. I have no desire to be some politician wannabe in the middle of nowhere. Have at it. But I’m out. And Atlas is my stepbrother.

my brother. What do you think I am? Some pervert? Don’t try to make me feel guilty for something that’s not true. You married his dad, and I inherited a family member that’s not blood by any stretch of the imagination.”

“Don’t you preach to me. I brought you into this world. I’d like to think I know a thing or two about the birds and the bees. What’s acceptable and what’s not.”

Saying my mother is straightlaced is an understatement. The tall, lithe woman with strawberry blonde hair and perfectly manicured nails makes a nun on her knees lost in prayer look like she’s doing the devil’s bidding. Hand to God.

I let out a ragged sigh. “I’m tired of how hard you judge me for my feelings.”

“Let’s take a minute.” Joe. Poor guy. He’s always trying to play the referee in a game I no longer want to play.

I turn at the sound of a raspy voice aged by cigars and bourbon. “Joe.” I offer a tight smile. My stepfather nods and rolls up beside my mom with an easy gait of a man full of confidence. Decades of work under the Texan sun have weathered the creases around his eyes to make him appear beyond his fifty-eight years. I often wonder if his son, Atlas—and the topic of our heated discussion—will take after his father as the years spill by. Handsome. Rough around the edges and muscles well-formed from a life-long career in construction work.

I try to get in my car and drive away but she’s not having it. “Talk to your son or I swear to God he’ll never be welcomed in this family again. Him and the boys. If this gets out what will the community think? I’ll be ruined. All my charity work…No! I won’t tolerate this.”

My stepfather crosses his arms over a broad chest. He nods a couple of times and frustration washes over his otherwise unworried expression. You see, we’ve had this discussion before, and it always ends the same way. My mother telling me I’ll go to hell and then telling Joe to fix it.

But this time she’s gone too far.

“Don’t blame Atlas for something he had no control over.” I palm my keys.

“Donna, back the fuck up a minute and think about what you’re saying.” Joe starts rubbing at the back of his neck. If anything, the man who stepped into my life well after my fifteenth birthday is more on my side than the mother who raised me since birth.

“Don’t me. Fix this sickness in our family, Joe. Or else.”

My mother, Ms. Politician wannabe of Southern Texas storms back to her car and throws gravel as she speeds off to one luncheon or some church group or another. And I’m left looking at my feet feeling dirty. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be normal and like someone normal?

Comforting arms wrap around me, and I lay my head against Joe’s chest. Atlas, Brogan, and Ryder all three stand a moment longer before Atlas speaks up.

“We’ll be gone by sunup.” And then they follow my mother’s exit. All three roaring out of the marina.

I fight back more hot tears wanting to spill down my cheeks.

“I can practically hear your thoughts, baby girl. Nothing is wrong with you. You’re just growing up is all. She’s having a hard time accepting you’re not in pigtails anymore.”

“I think I embarrass her. I just want to be normal, Joe.”

Joe pulls back and levels his dark brown eyes on my blue ones. “And who says you’re not?” A familiar smile warms his expression and I see so much of Atlas my heart aches for the man I can’t have.