Dominion (Alpha Domain #1) (9 page)

“Deal. Shake on it?”

I reached over and gave his hand a firm shake, wondering what in the hell I had gotten myself into when I saw his shark-like grin.

I
tapped
my fingers impatiently on my desk as I waited for Arnold to answer his cell phone. It was the third time I had tried to call him since I left the house this morning and the third time it went to voicemail after four rings.

“Fuck!” I shouted as I slammed the receiver back on the cradle.

I wondered if he realized how pissed off I was getting from him dodging my calls. I scrubbed a hand over my face as I wryly thought,
Of course he does. It’s not like I’m a particularly difficult guy to rile up.

“You okay, boss?”

As much as I loathed to admit it—I jumped a little at Derek’s sudden intrusion. I growled at his concerned face, obviously having heard my outburst and came rushing in to make sure everything was fine.

“Don’t you have actual
work
to be doing?” I hissed.

“The Coleman job is all wrapped up,” he commented proudly as he invited himself further into my office.

It seemed that no matter how many times I flipped the fuck out on him in an attempt to maintain employee/employer boundaries, Derek just didn’t give a shit.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked as he plopped down in the chair across from me, the one typically reserved for John.

John.
I didn’t even want to think of him right now and what he might be doing with Amber.

He promised and he isn’t the type of guy to break his word.

“I can’t get in touch with Arnold,” I admitted with a frustrated huff. “And I really need to speak to him.”

Derek frowned as he picked up on the serious tone of my voice and leaned forward in the chair, clasping his hands together between his knees.

“We got Sanchez trouble? Be real with me, man. That’s not something to hold out on.”

I sighed. “I don’t know. That’s why I need to talk to—”

The harsh ring of the landline cut off my sentence and we both froze in place for a long moment before I shook myself out of the trance and lifted the receiver.

“Allen.”

I let out a sigh of relief the second I heard his voice.

“Arnold. Fuck, man, I’ve been trying to get—”

“I know. I’ve been ignoring your calls.”

Anger began to pulse through me, but I pushed it aside to ask, “Why?”

“We’re through here, man. You need to lose this number.”

Even though I suspected this was coming since the moment John told me that Mario and Dante saw them get away, it still felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on me.

“What do you mean, Arnold?” I asked, my voice eerily calm even though I certainly didn’t feel it. Internally—I had already entered rage mode.

“You know what it means, Allen,” Arnold said sadly. “We’re through, dog. You guys are out.”

“What can I do to fix it?” I asked, clinging on to a desperate smidgen of hope that this could be undone with an unseemly amount of money.

If there was something I had an abundance of—it was money. And if given the chance, I’d trade every last dime for Amber without hesitation.

“Nada. The Sanchez family is done with you, which means I need to be, too. I’m not high enough in rank to have to get involved in this war, but I can’t take the risk of feeding you info anymore. It’d be suicide.”

I knew he was right and I couldn’t fault him for wanting to protect his own ass. After all, that’s what we all did every day.

“I understand.”

“Good luck, my friend. I hope we speak again one day.”

He ended the call before I could respond, but as I laid the phone back in the cradle, I closed my eyes and silently wished for the same.

“Boss?” Derek’s nervous voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Yes?”

“What’s the word?”

I opened my eyes and could see the instant he understood what was happening. The crinkles in his forehead smoothed out and the confusion in his eyes hardened to something darker.

Money wouldn’t fix this.

Thankfully, the other thing I had an abundance of was bullets.

Not to mention the guns and hands required to use them.

“Call everyone. Get everyone who’s available here and armed, then to my house ASAP,” I said in a rush as I stood up from my desk.

“What should I tell them?”

I paused, wondering if I should wait to fill everyone in myself. Ultimately though, I knew it would be hell rounding up the others from their respective missions without a damn good reason.

“Tell them the Sanchez family has declared war.”

G
od
, watching Amber’s face twist up and turn red with embarrassment was probably the cutest damn thing I had ever seen.

And I wasn’t a man who
ever
used the word ‘cute’.

“You remember our terms if you don’t answer, right?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Shut up, I remember!” she whined, looking around the kitchen aimlessly while trying to avoid my direct gaze. “It’s just— Really?
That’s
your question?”

“Oh, come on. I answered your question about John. Now answer mine. It’s a simple yes or no.”

Amber huffed and leaned back against the chair, once against pushing up her ample chest by crossing her arms. “Fine. No, I’ve never had a threesome.”

“Now was that so hard?” I asked, my eyes lingering on her cleavage.

I certainly knew something that was hard.

“Okay, your turn. Have
you
ever had a threesome?”

“Once,” I answered with an amused smile. Then I asked her, “So are you just going to parrot my own questions back at me? I thought there were things you wanted answered about what Allen and I do.”

She squirmed uncomfortably and I knew I caught her. The only reason she had so easily forgotten about the real questions she wanted to ask was because she obviously felt some sort of sexual attraction to me. Otherwise, I can’t imagine her wasting a question like that.

“It’s your turn,” she quietly reminded me.

The smile dropped a little bit and I asked her seriously, “Have you ever fantasized about having a threesome?”

She scoffed. “What’s with you and threesomes?”

“It’s not my go,” I bit back, waiting for the promised answer.

“Do you mean with men or women or what?”

“Anything.”

The suspense was killing me.

“Well… Yeah. I mean, who hasn’t?” she asked with a small, unsure smile. Like she wasn’t entirely convinced that everyone else had also imagined a threesome at some point in their life.

This girl was a total mystery to me. One second, she’d flash of a side of herself so confident that it made my cock strain in my jeans, but then the vixen would disappear behind an incredibly naïve and uncertain side of her.

“With two men?”

“It’s not my go,” she parroted, using my own point against me. Then she hesitantly asked, “The threesome you had… Was it with two women?”

I knew exactly where her mind was going. It made me smile as I casually said, “Nope.”

I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling as her jaw dropped open and she looked at me with a mixture of desire, wonder, and curiosity. She was just dying to hammer me with more questions, I was sure, but she knew it wasn’t her turn.

Before asking my question, I took in the state of her. Her pupils were slightly dilated—with desire, no doubt—and her fingers were twitching where they curled around her empty mug. Every now and then her legs would subtly shift against one another, but it was such a tiny movement that I didn’t notice until I actually looked for it.

She was just as turned on by this time of questioning as I was. I was damn sure of that.

So I figured enough was enough. Might as well get down to the nitty gritty of why I proposed this little game in the first place.

“If I asked you to have a threesome with me and Allen, would you do it?”

This time, her jaw didn’t just drop. She outright
gaped
at me.

“
W
-What
?”

“You heard me, darling. A hot,
nasty
threeway starring you, me, and Allen. Yes or no?”

“I-I don’t— There’s no way—” I started, unable to figure out how the hell to respond to that without totally outing myself.

Since arriving here yesterday and shamelessly flirting with John for a little while, I had already developed a rather intense attraction to him. I knew it and I was pretty damn sure he knew it, too.

Hell, if I was being really honest with myself, I felt it the moment I first spotted him on the street. But that wasn’t what I was concerned about.

My
real
concern was how John would look at me if I admitted that I would
gladly
partake in hot, sweaty sex with my stepbrother any day of the week. I had spent years kicking myself for not giving him a chance after our first timid kiss. Even though I had let Allen go, the flame I carried for him never really died.

And in the last twenty-four hours, it had sparked from a weak candle into a full-blown torch.

Not that I ever wanted that to get back to him. I knew he still harbored feelings for me—it was blatantly obvious—but there was something holding me back from making a move. And I didn’t trust John enough yet to not spill the beans if I did admit to it.

So, I had very few options and none of them were desirable. I knew lying would get me nowhere, the truth would mortify me, so all that was left was—

I stood up abruptly and yanked down my strapless dress before I lost my nerve.

It was totally worth the embarrassment to see the sheer look of surprise and lust wash over John’s face like a tidal wave. My entire body was on fire as his eyes frantically roamed over every inch as if I was going to disappear at any moment. I’d never felt such a rush of feminine power before and it made goosebumps prickle my skin and my folds get slick with desire.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he slowly stood up. He appeared to be in a trance as he made his way around the table, never once removing his eyes from me. He managed not to bump into anything and I swallowed hard when he stopped directly in front of me.

As his hand moved slowly into the air to reach out towards me, my nipples tightened and my breathing became erratic. I let my eyes drift closed as I waited for his touch on my overheated skin.

But it never came.

Instead, I heard a growl from the doorway of the kitchen.

My eyes flew open and I turned my head, shocked to see Allen standing there with his hands tightly balled into fists by his sides.

John took a step back and raised his hands in the air, clearing his throat before he croaked out, “It’s not what it looks like, Allen.”

But Allen either didn’t hear him or he didn’t care. Because before I could even process what was happening, he lunged at John with a feral snarl.

“
Y
ou fucking
promised
!” I shouted as I wrapped my hands around John’s neck and lightly squeezed.

Regardless of how it might have appeared, I wasn’t totally fucking insane. I was in a right enough mind to know just how far I could go without actually hurting John, even though a part of me did want to tear him limb from limb.

“It’s not—I can explain!” he managed to hoarsely shout.

I wasn’t squeezing hard enough to choke him out, but it was enough to make the use of his windpipe quite challenging. The most confusing part of this was I couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t fought me back.

Hell, he hadn’t even
attempted
to defend himself when I tackled him to the floor, straddled his chest, and proceeded to strangle him.

Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe it really wasn’t what it looked like.

All I knew for sure was that Amber was naked—her dress around her ankles—and I saw John reaching for her. True, he wasn’t touching her
yet
, but it was still enough to send me into a fit of rage.

It was also enough to make my dick instantly hard, which was making straddling John far more awkward than it should have been.

“Let me up,” he croaked out and for whatever reason, I decided to listen.

I pulled myself off the floor and felt a moment of guilt, but resisted the urge to offer him a hand up. I was still pissed and the awkwardness we both felt from our mutual hard-ons was making it much worse.

Amber had pulled her dress back up and was clutching it to her chest, looking between the two of us with wide eyes.

“Allen, it was just a game.”

“A game?” I asked, looking at John for answers.

“Yeah. Truth or truth. If either of us refused to answer, we had to get naked,” he said, his voice slightly scratchy. “Obviously Amber didn’t want to answer my last question.”

John winked at Amber and I turned to watch a crimson blush spread across her cheeks.

“Shut up, John.”

“Sweetheart, you not answering was all the confirmation I needed. You should’ve just admitted it.”

“Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” I demanded, not liking the way I was so obviously out of the loop.

Despite Amber’s protests, John looked me dead in the eye and said, “I asked her if she ever fantasized about having a threesome. She said yes.”

“John, stop!” Amber yelled, marching in front of him and pointing a finger right in his face. “You have no right—”

“When I asked if she would have one with the two of us, she yanked down her dress.”

Amber’s jaw dropped open and I clenched mine. If she refused to answer that with a simple no…

Then it could’ve only meant
yes
.

“OH MY GOD! How
dare
you?! I have half a nerve to—”

I didn’t see the need to let her continue reaming John for telling me what I desperately wanted to hear. Instead, I gripped the forearm she still had in midair and spun her around, giving her a split second to gasp in surprise before I covered her mouth with my own.

She tasted just like I remembered. Like everything I ever wanted. Like heaven.

Only this time, she didn’t push me away. I wrapped my arms around her back and tugged her against me, unable to fight back a groan when she melted into my embrace.

Fuck, this was actually happening. She was really in my arms, kissing me back. Parting her lips to give me a better taste of her sweet mouth.

I wanted
more
, but I wasn’t an animal. I pulled her back by the hair, knowing I wouldn’t be able to force myself to stop any other way. She looked up at me in a daze, clearly just as affected by the kiss as I was.

“Would you?” I breathlessly asked.

“Huh?”

“Would you have us both?”

She didn’t verbally respond, but her slight nod was all I needed to see. John grinned at me from over her shoulder and I had to choke back my gratitude before I started thanking him. I was completely aware that if it wasn’t for him, none of this would be happening.

“Come to bed with us,” I murmured as I ghosted my hands down her back until I was lightly cupping her firm ass.

She nodded again, then breathed out, “Bed.
Now
.”

I
never thought
something like this would happen to me.
Never
.

The moment I consented to go to bed with them, John lifted me off my feet and carried me towards the staircase bridal-style. I kept an arm around his neck until we got to the foot of the stairs and he let me down.

“It’ll work better for me if I carry you the rest of the way like this,” he vaguely explained before he kicked apart my legs and lifted me again.

I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around him and moaned when I felt his erection pressing right against my center. He clenched his jaw as every step he took ground his cock against me, giving more of the delicious friction. Allen followed behind us, gazing up at me with an almost adoring look on his face.

Fuck. These two were going to kill me. I was almost certain of it.

As we made our way to the bedroom, I craned my neck to look over John’s shoulder at the tent in Allen’s slacks. I could feel just how big John was and I wondered if Allen was just as gifted.

Judging by the glaringly obvious outline of Allen’s dick, I was guessing yes.

John kicked open Allen’s bedroom door and stepped in, setting me gently on my feet as Allen shut the door of the bedroom. I was about to sit down on the edge of the bed when John’s hands found the top of my dress and yanked, pulling the garment down until it was around my ankles. I instinctively moved to cover myself, but it was a useless move.

John gripped my wrists and pulled my arms away as he pointed out, “Not like we haven’t see it before, darling. In much better lighting than this.”

He had a valid point, but it didn’t calm my nerves as much as I wanted it to. Still, I managed to gather up enough courage to step out of my dress, leaving me completely bare.

John cupped the globes of my ass roughly in his hands and squeezed, pulling a moan from deep in the back of my throat that grew louder when he hauled me against his body. He leaned down to kiss me just like Allen did and I was so lost in the kiss that I jumped when I felt a second pair of hands running over my neck and shoulders.

I tossed my head back when Allen’s hands went around my front and forced their way between John and I just enough for him to cup my full breasts and lightly pinch my nipples. John’s head dipped down to kiss my neck and Allen moved his lips to the other side.

Goosebumps broke out all over my flesh from the sensation of having so much stimulation at once. If foreplay was this mind-blowing, I couldn’t even imagine how I was going to react during actual sex with these two at the same time.

The thought of what the three of us were about to do made a flood of wetness pool between my legs. I was still shocked by the turn of events and the part of my brain still trying to grip onto logic was telling me it was probably
way
too soon to do this considering I’d just kind of broken up with Chris.

Not to mention the terrifying reality of what my stepbrother and his best friend did for a living.

But my body disagreed with those concerns. I arched back towards Allen and pressed my ass into his erection, earning a startled grunt for my efforts. He pressed forward hard, his length settling between my cheeks as it strained against his pants.

I shoved the logical part of my brain to the side. Sure, a lot had happened in the past two days and I was fresh out of a relationship, but it felt like sex between Allen and I was
long
overdue.

John being involved was a bonus. An incredibly sexy bonus.

Surrendering completely to my body’s desires and the two men who were overwhelming me with attention, I breathlessly moaned, “Fuck me.”

Both of their heads jerked up at once like they were surprised by my whispered request, giving me the impression that they both thought I was going to back out. To illustrate the fact that I was planning to do no such thing, I reached one hand behind me and the other in front, grasping their cocks firmly before rubbing my palms up and down their lengths.

Both men shuddered and leaned closer and the rush of power I got made me even wetter. I longed to have both of them touching me between my legs, touching the place that
ached
for them.

“Please,” I gasped as I continued to rub their hard cocks through their pants.

As if snapping out of a trance, both men abruptly pulled away from me. I whimpered at the loss of body heat until Allen lifted me off my feet and carefully deposited me on his king size bed. I propped up on my elbows to watch as they each kicked off their shoes and pulled off their socks before coming up to lay on either side of me.

“How do you want this?” John asked as he toyed with one of my tight nipples.

“I- I don’t know,” I replied, unsure of what he meant.

“Do you want us both in you at once?” he clarified. “Or one at a time?”

Even though my clit pulsed at the thought of double penetration, a small spike of fear stopped me from asking for it. I wanted them individually first.

“One at a time. Just— I want the other thing later.”

John rolled onto his back and began to palm his hard length through his jeans. “I guess you’re up, buddy.”

I frowned even as Allen moved to lay on top of me.

“Wait, no. I want to suck you.”

John’s eyebrows raised even as his pupils dilated. “But you said—”

“I thought you meant one in my pussy and one in my ass.”

Allen groaned and buried his face against my neck. “You want one of us in your ass?”

“Not this time, but eventually.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” John muttered as he sat up and rolled me onto my stomach.

He pulled me up to drape across his hips and I immediately put my mouth against the hard bulge of his cock and breathed out hard through my mouth, pulling a groan out of John as my breath warmed his cock. I felt Allen moving around behind me and tugging up my hips to give him a better view of my pussy.

“You’re soaked, Amber,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting across my ass.

The bed dipped as Allen moved around behind me while I continued to tease John through the thick denim. Allen’s hands gripped the flesh of my hips and his fingers twitched against me right before his tongue licked a long line up my slit.

My back arched and I moaned, not able to hold back the sound brought on by the exquisite sensation. I pushed my ass backward, searching for more of his tongue and he didn’t disappoint. There was no hesitation—Allen groaned low in his throat and surged forward, licking his way over my folds and teasing my entrance.

“Fuck!” I cried as he gripped my hips hard and pulled me forward, holding me in place and keeping me from grinding down against him.

Desperate for something distract me from Allen’s blatant teasing, I opened my eyes and looked up at John, noting the way he was gazing down at me with lust while he gently ran his fingers through my hair.

Realizing they were both still fully dressed, I growled in frustration and reached up to tug at the zipper of his jeans.

“
Off
. Take them off.”

John’s huge hands covered my own and he pushed them away, taking over the task of undoing his pants and shoving them down himself. My eyes landed on the tented boxers and I immediately moved to wrap my lips around his shaft through the cotton.

“Fucking hell,” John growled as he pulled me away from his cock by the hair. “No more teasing.”

I shook my head as much as I could in his tight grip, my eyes following the motion of his free hand as he managed to work his boxers over his thick length and shove them down enough to give me enough room to touch.

Before he had a chance to direct me down to his cock, Allen’s lips closed around my clitoris and sucked, making stars burst behind my eyes and my head tip back as I shouted at the ceiling. I could feel his muffled growls against my skin and I instantly knew that he timed it like that on purpose.

Allen was a possessive man and he obviously didn’t like that I was about to have John’s cock in my mouth. I could already see how this threesome might wind up.

Irritated that he was trying to shut John out, I fought the reactions of my body and brought my head down, licking the leaking tip of John’s cock before sliding the flat of my tongue down the underside of his shaft. John’s fist tightened in my hair as he sucked in a harsh breath, only releasing it when I brought my lips back up and gently wrapped them around the head.

“Look at me,” his gravelly voice commanded.

I opened my eyes through the onslaught of pleasure Allen was still bringing my body and shuddered at the heated look John was giving me. I hollowed my cheeks and kept my eyes locked on him as I slid down and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I possibly could.

John’s tortured groan as his head fell back would have made me smile if my lips hadn’t been so tightly stretched around his massive girth.

I felt a finger toying at my entrance and I whimpered, pushing my hips lightly back and shivering when I felt the tip slide into me. Allen’s expert tongue paused as he sunk his finger all the way in, letting it settle for a moment before he began slowly pumping it in and out.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my lips off John’s cock and ignored his pleading whisper, turning back to look at Allen as I begged, “Fuck me, Allen. Please.”

He rose from his position and kept his eyes on mine as he slowly began stripping off his clothes. The shirt went first and I felt my mouth go dry at the sight of his cut abs and ripped chest.

My perusal of his body faltered for a brief moment when my gaze landed on the unmistakable sight of bullet wounds, but John moving around beneath me pulled me away from the momentary distraction.

“On your knees, baby. Let me sit up.”