Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (21 page)

Javier studied her with his intent stare and didn’t say anything for a long minute.
London tried not to squirm. Finally, he looked at the tray, then picked up the readers
with a frown. “What are these?”

If she told him, he’d only balk. “Just put them on.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded her with an expression that warned
her that she was crossing the line. Javier wasn’t going to budge unless she backed
down. As much as it frustrated her, he somehow aroused her like crazy.

“Please put them on, sir.” She softened her tone. “I’ll show you.”

“Much better.” Javier still held the glasses as if they might bite him at any moment,
but he slipped them on, then peered through the lenses and reared back with a frown.

Before he could yank them off, London grasped the folder with the lists from Maynard
and put them under Javier’s face. Immediately, he focused on the documents, coming
a bit closer. He stared, his eyes moving across the page.

“I can see everything.” He tore the glasses off and looked up at her. “The text is
a bit big, but it’s a marked improvement.”

“These are readers, sir. They help magnify whatever’s directly in front of you so
you’re able to see newspapers, phonebooks, faxes, etcetera. My mom has a pair in every
room at home.”

His face turned thunderous. “You think I’m old enough to be your parent?”

“No.” London held in a sigh. “They’re not just for people who are getting older, sir.
I mean, the over-forty crowd uses them more, I know. But they’re for anyone having
trouble with their vision, and that’s a lot of people.
I’ve
used them before,” she pointed out. “If you’ll just let me make you an appointment
to see an optometrist, the doctor will find you the perfect prescription.”

His slow nod and thoughtful expression didn’t give her a warm fuzzy feeling. He tossed
the folder with the papers aside and set the glasses on the nightstand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Javier narrowed his eyes at her, and she could tell there was something running through
his head. “You’ve worked for me for barely twenty-four hours, and yet you’ve gone
out of your way to see me home safely, tuck me into bed, make sure I could see properly.”
He glanced at the tray. “You brought me something in case I have a headache. I even
sense you’re trying to nudge me to mend fences with my brother. Why?”

London blinked. Nothing like getting to the heart of the matter with a single question.
“Because it’s my nature, sir. I see a wrong and I want to right it. I see pain and
I want to heal it.”

“You have a soft heart. But it’s going to take more than toast, a good pair of glasses,
and a few pills to fix me, little one.”

“I know, but if you’d let people into your life, they’ll help you heal. You’re self-destructing,
sir. I don’t want to see you keep tearing yourself apart over a woman who didn’t deserve
you. She’s gone. It’s tragic, yes. But you’re still here. And you’re not alone.”

Javier reached out and gripped her arm, dragging her closer. She couldn’t tell from
his expression whether he was annoyed, amused, or touched. “Are you trying to be my
savior?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

He leaned closer, and his body heat penetrated her skin. His scent saturated her.
His stare drilled all the way down to her soul. “Because you’re such a good employee
and you care so very much about your job?”

Javier released her arm and walked a tight half-circle around her body, his shoulder
brushing hers. Then he stood behind her. His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled
her body against his. The first thing London felt was his erection pressing into the
small of her back. Desire sliced through her defenses. She closed her eyes and tossed
back her head on his shoulder with a ragged exhalation.

“Th-that’s part of it.”

He surrounded her now, blanketing her back, nuzzling her cheek with the bristles from
his morning stubble. His hands covered her stomach and began inching upward toward
her aching breasts. London was dying for him to touch her.

“But not all of it?”

What had they been talking about? God, she could barely think. London had a vague
recollection and realized the point of his question. “No, that isn’t all I care about.”

His entire body tensed. His grip on her tightened. “So if I kissed you—”

“Please.” The word slipped out, sounding more like a whimper.

She barely got it out before Javier jerked her around, tunneled his fingers through
her hair, and pulled. He slanted his lips over hers and seized her mouth in a hungry
kiss. London sank into his embrace, opening to him completely. She couldn’t do it
quickly enough to ease the ache growing inside her. Every inch of her mouth he dominated
only made her want to give him more. Javier took greedily, then seized more, devastating
and demanding. She whimpered and threw her arms around him, digging her fingertips
into his shoulders to hold on as she felt sanity slipping.

But Javier broke the kiss for a moment, his lips hovering over hers. She blinked up
at him. He stared into her eyes like he wanted to own her. Any resistance she had
left melted.

Finally, he reached for the hem of her T-shirt and began easing it up. Fireworks burst
inside her as she lifted her arms, ready to give him everything.

But as she leaned in to kiss his shoulder, she saw Xander standing in the doorway,
dangling a black leather backpack from his hand, dressed in nothing but a towel, and
watching them with a hunger that made her burn.

Chapter Eleven

L
ONDON
gasped and stiffened in his arms. Javier eased back to see shock blanch her face stark
white.
What the hell?

He whirled around and found his brother watching them. Guilt smacked him, stinging
through his entire body like a bitch.
Damn it.
He should have kept his distance. London worked for him and was involved with his
brother. But those two very good reasons hadn’t stopped his cock from taking over
his brain and urging him to seduce her so he could devour all her sweetness for himself.

“Xander, I . . .” What the hell could he say that wasn’t obvious? He wanted London.
He was desperate for her warmth, for her caring. And those goddamn lush breasts taunted
him beyond sanity.

“I’m sorry. Really. You must think the worst of me,” she blurted out, shrinking back.

Xander shook his head and dropped the backpack in his grasp at his feet, leaning against
the wall, his expression unreadable. “No, I think you look sexy. Carry on.”

Javier frowned. He didn’t want to let London go, but . . . “Don’t you consider her
yours? Weren’t you warning me away from her just yesterday?”

“She’s still mine. Kiss her again.” Xander sent him a sly smile, wearing nothing but
a towel tented by his stiff cock.

Little brother was turned on by watching them? It seemed so, but did that mean he
wouldn’t kill him with whatever weapon he had stashed in that backpack?

A glance at London’s face told Javier that she was every bit as confused as he was.
A little befuddlement wasn’t going to stop him. He had his brother’s blessing—for
whatever reason—and he craved another taste of this woman. Just one more. Then maybe
he could work through this hunger or sate it somehow. It would be so much easier if
he didn’t need her quite so much.

Cradling her face in his hands, Javier slanted his lips over hers once more. Falling
into her mouth was like drowning in warm, sweet honey. Her flavor lured him deeper.
She didn’t kiss with a lot of expertise. It fit, given that she was a virgin. Except . . .
why hadn’t Xander rectified that yet? His brother wanted her far more than he wanted
his average bimbo.

That question dissipated under the dazzling onslaught of London’s natural sensuality.
She swayed in his arms and curled her tongue shyly around his. Jesus, his cock hardened
to a stiffness beyond painful, and he felt every one of the fifteen months since he’d
last had sex. She flowed around him, her body soft and lovely, molding against him.
He wanted her naked, on the bed, legs spread. Fuck, he’d love to tie her down and
have her at his absolute mercy.

For now, Javier simply drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her and dragging
every inch of her flush against him. She wasn’t his to fuck, and he knew it, but maybe
he could leave an impression on her. Brand her somehow. At least memorize her taste.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across his face. Javier opened his eyes to see Xander standing
behind London, tugging one sleeve of her shirt down to expose a pale shoulder. His
lips made a slow journey from the delicate cap up to her neck before he began to nibble
on her ear.

“That’s it,
belleza
,” Xander whispered. “Kiss him. Yes, with all the passion I know you have. Show him
how much you want him, how much you care. You look gorgeous taking your pleasure.
You’re driving us both insane with need.”

Shock swirled through Javier—but not enough to make him lift his lips from London’s.
There probably wasn’t a force on earth that would make him willing to do that right
now. He wondered what the hell his brother was up to, then decided he didn’t give
a fuck. He was going to take as much from this girl as they would both let him. It
was wretchedly selfish, and Javier knew it. But she was the first good thing that
had happened to him in years. He was going to indulge his growing need for her until
Xander yanked him away, beat the hell out of him, and tossed him out on his ass.

But what stunned him even more was the desire that sweltered hotter every time he
watched Xander’s lips trail over London’s silky soft skin. The sight of her trembling
between the two of them made his dick even harder, made some beast in him that wanted
to ravage her roar with impatience. Had he ever been this aroused?

Never.

Javier eased back for a moment to watch his brother’s lips move across London’s soft
skin again. His breathing turned so hard it lifted his chest and resounded in his
ears.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Xander insisted, hazel eyes twinkling.

Suddenly, he got it. Xander was getting off watching him touch London as much as he
liked seeing his brother touch her.

The realization detonated in his head like a bomb. Javier was slow to recover, as
the aftermath left him reeling with possibilities. How much would Xander let him have
of her? Could he get her nipples in his mouth? Could he persuade Xander to let the
sweet girl suck his cock? Or could he actually pray for the Holy Grail and hope that
he had the chance to fuck her?

As quickly as the desire tore through him, he looked at London, studied her face—her
closed eyes, her flushed cheeks, her lips parted on a silent gasp. She was a stunning
picture of passion he’d never forget.

“Do you like having both of us touch you, London?” Javier had to know, ached to hear
her admit it. He’d never shared a woman with anyone. He had no doubt Xander had, but
if London wanted this experience, there was no way he would let her leave this room
before they thoroughly ravaged her.

“You see, that’s London’s little secret, brother. She wants us both. She confessed
to me a few minutes ago in the kitchen.”

Surprise rippled through Javier again. The morning had been full of them, but he wasn’t
going to let shock interfere. He resolved to keep rolling through every new revelation
as long as it kept him near London and touching her.

But he had to hear that from her lush, swollen lips.

“Is Xander telling me the truth, little one? Do you want us both?” he murmured, his
lips hovering just above hers.

“Yes.” The word was a whimper, but she met his gaze squarely. He admired her honesty.
Somehow, it made him want to fuck her more.

“Just like I said,” Xander gloated. “You don’t want to disappoint her, do you, brother?”

“Hell no. She deserves to get exactly what she wants.”

Above her bare shoulder, Xander smiled. “Exactly. I believe when I walked in, you
were about to take her shirt off. I’m waiting.”

A hot wave of lust turned Javier’s blood thick. He didn’t hesitate, just grabbed London’s
thin T-shirt in hand and lifted it over her abdomen. When he reached her breasts,
she grabbed the hem and held it down. She must know that once he saw them, touched
them, there would be no stopping him. He would get inside her, stretch her little
pussy to accommodate his throbbing cock, and take her as many times as Xander allowed.

For now, he loosened his grip on her shirt. “Are you afraid, little one?”

“No,” she whispered. “But promise me you won’t look at my back. Either of you.”

He and Xander exchanged glances. His brother didn’t seem surprised.

“All right, if that will make you feel better.”

She nodded.

Javier hoped that was the extent of her hesitation, but he had to check. “If you’re
not ready for us, you can say no.”

London lifted her heavy lids, her blue eyes looking slightly dazed. Her breaths came
fast and heavy. When Xander reached around her, traced a finger over her erect nipple
while grazing her neck with his lips again, she gasped. Then she grabbed her own T-shirt,
backed away to face them both, and yanked it over her head, throwing it to the floor.

She lay back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. Her golden hair spread
out across the soft-hued sheets. Fuck, she looked like a goddess. “I’m ready. I want
this. I’m saying yes.”

“Then we’re not going to stop,
belleza
,” Xander vowed, crawling on the bed after her and rolling against her side until
he scooped her back against him. “We’re both going to fuck you. Deep. Hard. Repeatedly.”

A shudder tore through her body, and she looked at him with pleading eyes. Javier
hoped Xander meant that. He couldn’t resist her any more than he could resist the
supple flesh spilling from the cups of her delicate lace bra. He crept onto the bed
and half-covered her chest with his own.

The sight of her breasts at Luc and Alyssa’s house, with Xander sucking her nipples,
had aroused him so damn much. Now that he would get the opportunity to have his own
mouth around those rosy crests, he wanted to taste the delicate flesh on his tongue . . .
and watch his brother take her other nipple in his mouth so they could suckle her
together and unravel her. So they could make her beg. Just the thought had him ready
to beg, too.

London nodded as if words were too much effort for her reeling body. She melted into
him, and Xander attacked the hooks of her bra, still nipping at her neck. The second
his brother’s fingers lifted from the garment, Javier dug under the heavy underwire
cups and pulled the straps down her arms. He tossed it in the vague direction of her
shirt, never taking his eyes off her.

Xander reached around her body and lifted her heavy breasts in his hands. “
Belleza
, arch your back. Offer Javier your nipples. Just like that. Now, be a good girl and
let him suck them.”

She nodded dreamily—and did exactly as Xander bid. He’d known all along that London
was naturally submissive, but to see it in action . . . Fuck, he ached to be inside
her, commanding her pleasure.

For now, he bent and kissed his way from her sweetly parted lips whispering a plea,
then down her jaw, over the swells of her breasts. Clutching her hips in his hands,
he curled his tongue around one of her nipples.

Her gasp shivered down Javier’s spine. She lifted her hands and fisted them in his
short hair, tugging him closer. He was dying to hear how he was making her feel, but
he didn’t want to leave the bounty of her sweet nipples to demand that she tell him.
In the end, it didn’t matter. Xander came to his rescue.

“Does that feel good,
belleza
? Does the tug of his mouth go straight to your pussy and make you ache? Are you wet
for us?”

“Yes. I’ve never . . . felt like—” She panted. “I’m on fire. I need . . .”

“We know what you need,” Javier murmured against her breasts.

He took her nipple in his mouth again, sucking at it, laving it with his tongue. He
bit down gently to test his theory that she’d like a bit of pain with her pleasure.
Her gasp echoed in the room and jolted a hot charge of desire through his body. Fuck,
yes. Exactly as he suspected. Javier repeated the gesture with the other stiff bud,
and she arched to him even more, shoving her breast deeper into his mouth. With a
cry, she lifted her leg over his hip and rubbed her pussy against him.

“A little pain,
belleza
? Did Javier give that to you? Did you like it?”

London nodded frantically. “I ache everywhere.”

“Good.” Xander’s voice dripped satisfaction. “She’ll need clamps.”

“She will.” Javier rolled London flat on her back and suckled on the nearest nipple,
moaning and palming the generous breast.

Xander thumbed and squeezed the other, but that wasn’t enough.

“Suck that nipple, Xander. They’re very sensitive. She wants it.”

With a grin, Xander bent to her breast and breathed hotly on it, watching her every
reaction like a predator about to pounce. His lips hovered just over the distended
peak. To Javier’s shock, its mate turned harder on his tongue. Goose pimples broke
out all over her body. He groaned. This sweet, gorgeous woman just kept surprising
him with her responsiveness over and over. How the hell would he ever let her go?

Now wasn’t the time to worry about that. He had to savor the gift he’d been given.

London whimpered, a pleading sound that came straight from her chest. “Please . . .
Oh, please. I can’t—”

She blinked up at Xander, and the way she looked at his brother, then turned that
same beseeching expression on him, as if they alone had the power to raise or destroy
her, was all he needed to start tearing at the zipper of her pants.

Xander smiled wickedly, his tongue peeking out to toy with the side of her breast,
but he didn’t give her what she wanted yet. “Help him. Take off your pants, then I’ll
reward you. Are you wearing underwear?”

Damn, sometimes his brother was smart. London immediately began shoving at her denim
capris and revealed a pair of simple gray cotton bikini panties. Keen disappointment
swamped Javier. He wanted to see her pussy. Touch it. Smell it. Taste it. Study it
before he pushed deep inside and let her tight flesh surround his aching cock.

“Oh, now that’s a shame.” Xander echoed his thoughts, fingering the waistband of her
panties. “These aren’t pretty.”

“I-I wasn’t expecting anyone to see . . .”

“Expect it from now on.” The firm note in Xander’s tone spelled out that it wasn’t
a suggestion. If London couldn’t hear the command in his brother’s tone, she’d learn
quickly.

“A-all right.” She blushed prettily, and Javier couldn’t resist tweaking her nipple
with his fingers.

London arched, gasped, and unconsciously spread her legs wider. That quickly, his
patience ended.

Javier grabbed the little cotton panties in his hands, positioning a seam right between
them. They were soft and looked like they’d been washed over and over. They were no
match for his determination, and they quickly ripped apart. Xander laughed and repeated
the action with the seam along her opposite hip. He tossed them away.

“I would have taken them off!” she protested. “Those are my favorite pair.”

“Were,” Xander corrected as he stroked his way down her abdomen, his fingers heading
straight for her pussy.