Twice the Touch (7 page)

"
Okay." Evangeline smiles. Brayden nods, and I detect a hint of nervousness, more now than before. I bet this is what Evangeline was talking about before. Opening up might be more difficult for him than simply following an order to do something.

We'll work on that.

"Good. I don’t cook well, so I ordered in a bunch of stuff." I extend an arm, motioning them to the kitchen. "We'll do the grand tour thing later, 'cause I'm fucking starving." No lie.

"Oh, I love your kitchen," Evangeline gushes. "My kind of place—old building with character. And this…" She reverently runs a hand over the
solid wood kitchen island. Her finger ghosts over the surface, the age-old traces of knives cutting in, and the few darker rings left behind from damp glasses. I wonder if she's forgotten her state of dress…or undress, as it is. Or maybe she's simply comfortable that way. "Not easy to hose down—" she flashes a grin "—but it gives…"

I chuckle
silently and swipe a beer from the table. "Character?"

"Right." She gi
ggles and ducks her head. "Sorry—I just have a thing for furniture that’s not mass-produced and brand new. I love modern accents; that, for example." She points to my fridge and freezer, all in stainless steel. "It blends in, but there are limits." The image of Evangeline keeps getting clearer and clearer. Little bits of information give greater peeks into her mind. "I'll shut up now."

"Don’t," I reply softly and pull out her chair. "Now I know never to take you to IKEA." I wink at her and she sits down
, smiling happily. "You too, Brayden—sit down." The round table seats four, and after some deliberation, I pick the seat next to Evangeline. I don’t want to crowd Brayden, though I hope he won't think I'll ask him any fewer questions. I'll just…give him a slightly slower beginning. A bit more distance. "Dig in, guys. There should be something you like." For myself, I grab a container with paella, glad it's still hot.

People say I
can be a man of few words; I know that already, but Brayden takes the prize, no doubt. However, unlike me, he wants to speak more. He's just not comfortable yet. Throughout dinner, I study him in my periphery and notice several things. For one, Evangeline is his world. If she speaks, he listens. And I find that I do the same, only I can still keep an eye on my surroundings. Not that Brayden isn't aware of my presence, because he sure as fuck is, but it's clear that he could live to make her happy and die to make sure she stays that way.

Another thing I notice is that he's on guard. His walls are up, and if I asked him something now—something off-limits—he would either bolt or…or…yeah, that’s
it: Evangeline would swoop in. I'm willing to bet he banks on her saving him. Perhaps she has in the past.

I wouldn’t call Evangeline's protectiveness anything negative—far from it. She's not enabling him. But…it might be time for him to let someone else in, too. And if he grows to trust more and more people, it could eventually help him to relax fully.

All in due time, though.

"You know what I realized?" I ask Evangeline and grab a Styrofoam box with grilled fish. "
I don’t know your last name." I've learned her occupation, her hobbies, her age, and more about who she is. But not her last name. "I don’t know yours, either." I face Brayden. I've learned a lot less from him. I know he works with computers—software and animation—I know he's twenty-six years old, and that he likes metal and punk.

"Oh. My name's Lacroix," Evangeline says softly.

"Doesn’t get much more French than that, does it?" I grin. I've already guessed there's something French in her, so I can't say I'm surprised.

"My father is French." Sh
e smiles. "But he was born here."

"Are you fluent?" I'm not good at languages. In school, I was all about sports, math, and, my favorite subject: free period.

"Somewhat." Her smile turns modest. "Brayden says I sometimes mutter to myself in French—and, like, I use terms of endearment, curses… Brayden's my angel—
mon ange
. Oh, and—" she laughs "—I've tried to teach him a few things, but he stopped after finding a pet name for me."

"Which is?" I glance between the two, ignoring the slight twinge of envy.

In a perfect world, I'd have what they have. But I got Alexa instead.

Evangeline blushes. "
Ma belle
."

And I can guess that one. "Very fitting." I
grin at Brayden. "But no French last name for you?" I get us back on track. I maintain an easy smile on my face; I also try to keep my body in check. After all, they're almost naked.

He fidgets in his
seat a little and clears his throat, looking away. "No. Um, Zeagler. Brayden Zeagler."

Unusual. And… I frown.
Oddly familiar
. I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before, though I can't pinpoint it.

"Brayden's father ran for mayor a couple years ago," Evangeline says with a tight-lipped smile. And that’s all I needed. Zeagler. Clark Zeagler. He didn’t
win. He's not the mayor—much to my brothers' disappointment—but he's an influential man. He's also a strict Catholic, the most conservative of Republicans, and can wrap up a "fuck you" and an "I hate gays" in five-dollar words and a political smile.

"My condolences," I mutter, tipping my beer bottle at him. With just his name, it's easier to understand him.
Not only is Brayden a submissive, but I'm fairly positive he's bisexual, too. Couldn’t have been easy to grow up with his dad.

"
Je te l'avais bien dit, mon ange
—I said he'd understand." Evangeline gives Brayden a teasing little smirk. "You should tell him more—"

"Lina." Brayden's voice is soft
and his gaze isn't harder, but the warning's still clear. He's not ready.

"It's okay." I nod to him. "I won't pressure you."
Yet
. Limits are meant to be pushed, but I know when to be patient. "In fact, let's drop this subject and move on." While Brayden looks relieved, Evangeline appears remorseful for pushing her boyfriend. I want none of that right now. "If you're both finished eating, I think we should take this into the living room." Ironically,
I'm
not done eating, so I shovel some grilled fish into my mouth and then chase it down with my beer.

As much as I want to tell them to just march into my bedroom and wait for my orders, it's too soon. Brayden's not relaxed yet, and Evangeline still feels bad
for putting pressure on him.

Chapter 7

I find out that the right way to mellow out Brayden is to let Evangeline take the lead. The setting might appear romantic—lit candles, music on in the background, and wine on the table—but the mood is light thanks to Evangeline's babysitting stories. Not the sexiest topic, but it certainly helps Brayden lower his guard.

We're all seated on my
big couch, and I even have my kitten on my lap. Brayden's next to me on my right, and much like we did after our scene at Switch, he has Evangeline's legs in his own lap.

"I remember you came home one day and told me about that couple who wanted more from you." Brayden grins cheekily at her. "You were so flustered."

"I was shocked!" she argues, giggling. "They were like sixty years old." She makes a face. "I'm sorry, but…" Then shudders.

I chuckle and aimlessly caress her thigh. Hard
not to. "And they had young kids you babysat?"

"Well—foster kids." She smiles. "The couple was really sweet;
they'd always wanted kids of their own, but they never could. So, they helped out with children who were waiting for permanent families."

I raise a brow. "And they came on to you?"
Oh yeah, I'm amused as fuck.

"
Yes." She blushes so hard that she covers her face with her hands. "I was so embarrassed—you have no idea!" Next she ducks her head and buries it in the crook of my neck. I laugh and give her upper thigh a squeeze. "I was about to leave one night when they told me to wait." Her voice is partly muffled by my skin. "At first I thought they were gonna talk about next time I babysat. But instead they told me I was beautiful—then they asked if I ever wanted to stop by when the kids weren't home."

For the second time around Evangeline, my shoulders shake with silent laughter.

"I was so confused, 'cause…" She groans. "They were this strict couple. Sweet but strict. Kind of like your brother, actually." She pokes my ribcage, and she obviously doesn’t know Greg very well yet. "The kids could only drink the most vitamin-rich OJ, eat the best meals, wear the fanciest clothes, and they all came home with straight A's and weren't allowed to watch TV until after dinner."

"But what if they'd been a sexy
, younger couple?" Brayden waggles his eyebrows.

Evangeline lifts her head and sticks
out her tongue. "You know chicks don’t do it for me,
mon ange
."

"No." I snort a chuckle. "You need
two
men
, apparently." I pinch her hip, causing her to squirm over my semi. "Greedy little girl, aren’t you?"

"Mmm." She hums and nuzzles my jaw. "I guess I'm guilty there."

Tease
. "Hey, come here," I murmur, cupping her cheek. Looking into her eyes, I try to see if she's had too much alcohol, but I see none of that. Two glasses of wine should be safe anyway. What I do see is arousal. With a faint smile, I close the distance and kiss her softly. Once, twice, three times. By the third, I linger. "I think that’s enough talking for now. What do you say?"

Before they can even reply, I claim Evangeline's mouth again and blindly reach for Brayden's hand. He says he's not ready for me to be intimate with him, but there's no forgetting the moment at the club when we both finger-fucked the young woman on my lap.

Slowly, I slide our hands up Evangeline's thigh. Breathing grows labored for all of us, stories about babysitting long over and forgotten. Eventually, I need air, so I break from the kiss and urge Brayden closer. Closer and closer—until their heads tilt together and I'm four or five inches away from a deep kiss between two people who love each other. I watch as their tongues meet; it's sensual and beyond passionate.

Only a few seconds after, Evangeline whimpers as Brayden and I reach her
damp pussy, and she tries to part her legs for us. Leaning in, I start to kiss her neck. Open-mouthed. I taste her, nip at her skin, and breathe her in.

"I want your panties off
." My voice is rougher, huskier now. The hand I've had on Evangeline's back trails toward the clasp of her bra. I flick it off. "Help her, Brayden." And while he does, I remove her bra and toss it aside. I also pull my T-shirt over my head. "You've got beautiful breasts." I capture her mouth in a kiss, at the same time cupping her tits in my hands, feeling the roundness, the heaviness, and two tight nipples that I pinch between my fingers.

"Damn." She breathes heavily. "I want more—" she hesitates "—is it Mark or Sir?"

I smile against her cheek. "Still Mark. Don’t worry, I'll let you know." And right now I want her mouth on me. "Will you kneel for me?"

As a response, she stands up long enough for Brayden to slide down her panties, and then she drops to her knees between my legs. Fucking gorgeous. So willing to submit.

Keeping our gazes locked, I unzip my leather pants and push them down my thighs, my cock slapping against my lower abdomen. I'm acutely aware of the need in Evangeline's eyes, but what turns me on even more is Brayden in my periphery, licking his lips. The battle he has within himself will make for the sweetest motherfucking surrender one day. Surrender to
me
.

"Suck me off, kitten."

She takes a breath and leans forward, placing her hands on my thighs. A wet kiss to start with, then cute little laps and licks. Fuck. Kitten is correct. Her noises fit, too.

Dizzy with lust, my head lolls back as her hot mo
uth slides down my cock, soaking me in saliva. I groan under my breath and buck my hips. In turn, she hums around me and takes me deeper.

"Jesus." I hiss and grind my teeth together. "Brayden—" I swallow a moan, pointing to behind Evangeline "—fuck her. Right now." This wasn’t exactly my plan for tonight, but as I watch Brayden
tugging down his boxers and getting behind his girlfriend on the floor, his cock hard as rock, I don’t give two shits about my plans. "Do you need a condom?" I think I have one in the back pocket of my discarded leathers, but I'm not sure, and, truth be told, I'd rather shoot someone than get away from Evangeline's mouth.

"No, we're clean and covered," he says
quickly, aligning his dick with Evangeline's pussy. "You ready, Lina?" With my cock in her mouth, she manages a small nod, and that’s all Brayden needs before he pushes inside. "Oh fuck, yeah…"

My mind spins, registering that this is getting out of control—or rather, out of
my
control—so I decide to keep this up until they can't take it anymore. After that, we'll go to my bedroom. Before, though, I will grant myself a fucking release. I've earned it.

"
Fuck, that feels amazing, sweetheart," I groan. Fisting her hair, I guide her over me and thrust, coating the roof of her mouth in pre-come. Long, deep strokes that make the head of my cock touch the back of her throat. The irony of our positions causes my mouth to edge upward slightly, because I have something similar in mind for my bedroom.

The sound of Brayden's hips slapping against Evangeline's ass reminds me of later, so I say, "You're not allowed to come." Mark, Sir, Master—they can see this as a transition. They can call me what they want at this point, but I do the commanding.

"I'm already close," he grits out. His eyes plead with me, a surge of possessiveness settling in my gut at the sight. They come to me for permission—nobody else. Their submission is a gift, and I'll be damned if I'm going to fail them. It would be easy to grant him his wish—to tell him he can come—but is that really what they want? No. They want more. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be here.

"You better hold back, pup.
" I return my attention to Evangeline. The slurpy noises she makes, combined with Brayden slamming into her from behind, are enough to push me close to the brink. My balls grow firmer, and Evangeline cups them in her hand. She massages them like a fucking expert, all while tightening her soft lips around my erection. "Almost there." I throw my head back again, feeling the familiar tingling sensation surge down my spine.

It's only a couple passes of her mouth later that my climax takes over. Pleasure builds up and explodes; every fucking
nerve ending is a live wire. "
Fuck
." I spit out a curse. Cock pulsing, I release in three streams down her contracting throat.

I slump deeper into the plush couch, barely able to think straight.
Don’t get me started on catching my goddamn breath. Fuck, I'm not twenty anymore. My body's temporarily spent.

"You can stop now, Brayden.
"

H
e won't be able to fight back his own orgasm if he keeps going.

He complies with an expression of despair.

"Was that good?" A smug smirk tugs at the corner of Evangeline's mouth as she crawls up my body. She's breathing heavily, cheeks and chest flushed, but she's evidently cocky enough to be proud. "Thank you for letting me taste you." She kisses my chin.

I grin lazily
and scrub a hand over my face. "You won't be smirking for much longer, kitten. But yeah, that was good. Or un-fucking-believable is more like it." She's not taking my promise seriously; her satisfied smile is proof of that. Her mistake. "And now I'm ready to continue this in the bedroom."

Sitting up straighter, with Evangeline still on my lap, I
gather Brayden close as well and zip up my pants. He definitely needs to come. And if I go by the wetness on his glistening cock, Evangeline is desperate for a release, too. Hell, I can feel it as she shifts. She's soaking wet.

"The second we step foot into the bedroom, you will refer to me as Sir or Master." The latter is only because I intend to pursue an
arrangement with them. Otherwise, I'm always Master
Cooper
when I play while being unattached. "What I demand is honesty, quick answers to my questions, and that you're vocal. In other words, I want you to speak freely—as long as you remain respectful. Got it?" They nod, eyes telling me I have their undivided attention. "Good. Brayden, as I understand, you're not ready for me to touch you sexually. Am I correct?"

His cheeks
darken, possibly at my straightforwardness. "Yes, Sir—um, yes."

"And that’s fine," I implore quietly. "Really. Though, there will be
some
touching. But you didn’t mind how close I was at the club, right?" He shakes his head no, blushing harder. His nipples tighten, too. "I won't go much further than that, I promise. But what about toys? Am I allowed to use a plug on you? Dildos, beads, blindfolds, cuffs?"

"That’s—" he coughs and lowers his gaze "—that’s fine. All of that."

Fucking splendid
. "You're going to make this hard for me, pup." The corners of my mouth tug upward slightly at the pun. But I'm serious; I want him to know that I find him attractive as hell—that I desire him, too. And judging by the way he's shifting in his seat and the smile he's trying to hide, I'd say my comment sits well with him. "And you, kitten…" I tilt my head in her direction. "How can I use you for my pleasure?" Her pupils dilate as I ghost my thumb over her jaw. "I've already had my cock here." I slowly push my thumb into her mouth. "But…" My hand trails down her exposed front 'til it rests between her luscious tits. "What about here?" She nods, seemingly dazed. Then farther down, I cup her crotch—her wet pussy. She parts her legs more. I feel her heat. "What about here, subbie?"

"Yes," she breathes out.
"Please. I-I want it."

I suppress a groan and lean in
to whisper in her ear. "There's your sexy ass, too. One day—" I leave an open-mouthed kiss below her ear "—will you let me take you there?"

"Yes." She whimpers
when I apply pressure to my thumb that’s pushing against her slit. "I like that." The confession turns her a little shy. "I know Brayden does, too. We've—we've done it."

"That sounds like something I'd love to watch." I smile against her skin, noticing how a shiver courses through her. "And you're good with me restraining you?"

There's a final nod, and then I'm satisfied for now.

Leaving the living room
, I usher them into my bedroom where I stand behind them in the doorway. As they take in the large room, I remind them of their safewords and that I want them to speak up. I also ask if they have any joint issues or if they cramp easily. They shake their heads no.

My room looks like any
normal bedroom, but a few touches tell people in the lifestyle that so much more can go on in here. Warm and inviting in browns, whites, and greens—but intimidating to a knowing eye.

Brayden stares wide-eyed at
the big four-poster bed straight ahead, or more correctly: the metal rings screwed into the wood. Meanwhile, Evangeline peers over to a bench in the western corner, right now only decorative, but I wonder if she knows it's a spanking bench as soon as one side is lowered. The flat surface of polished wood is as large as a torso, and I wouldn’t mind bending either of my subs over it for a spanking. Even the large window to our right can be used in a scene. Stretching eight feet up from the floor, the window frame is the perfect spot to scare—or thrill—a submissive with the thought of onlookers. Especially if that sub is shackled—one metal ring in each corner would see to that.