by Violet Paige
She clung to him and he knew she was going to come quickly. This little dildo did the trick.
He pushed it deep inside her just as she exploded with the orgasm. She wrapped herself around him while he body shook with pleasure.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. Fuck it, hard. Fuck it like it’s my cock.”
“Oh, oh, oh,” she squealed.
She pressed her forehead to his chest. Her eyes rose. She panted.
“You are so damn sexy.” He kissed her again. He couldn’t stop kissing her.
Abby worked to pull what tiny bit of hem she had down over her bottom. She straightened the front of her dress.
“What did you mean next size?” she asked.
He tucked the baton in his inside pocket. He couldn’t wait to hand it back off to Cole. He had to give it to his best friend. This was the best way he’d ever spent time at one of these mixers.
“This is the beginner size. You have to work up.”
“Work up?” It was cute how her eyes got big.
“Yes. You’re so tight, I don’t know how long it’s going to take.”
“But I want you both now.”
“That’s sweet baby, but this is fun too. We like helping you get there.” He wrapped his hand around her waist. “Come on. Let’s get another vodka shot and find Cole. I’m sure he has another dark corner for you.”
“I get to do it again?”
Deacon laughed loudly as they walked into the party. “All night.”
21
Abby
It was surreal. Abby drifted through the party, smiling and shaking hands with wealthy investors in HiTech Global. Deacon introduced her as an artist and his traveling companion to one of the board members. Tomorrow she would be introduced as the woman who had branded Soar.
“You should see her designs,” he complimented. “Nothing compares to what she has brought to the company.”
“Really?” The older man looked surprised.
Under any other circumstance she would have loved to talk about her art, but after the hand-off on the balcony she couldn’t think. Art was on another planet. Her body was in a galaxy of its own, waiting to exist with Cole and Deacon.
“Tell me, Abby, have you planned on seeing the Bellagio’s exhibit while you are in town?” he asked.
Deacon elbowed her in the side, bringing her back to the conversation. She preferred daydreaming in her sex galaxy.
“Oh, the exhibit?” She looked at Deacon.
He nodded. “I plan on taking her before we leave Sunday. Our schedule is full while we’re here, but I’ve heard it’s one-of-a-kind.”
She liked the way Deacon winked at her.
“Good. Good. A true artist never misses an opportunity to see great work. I know you are quite the connoisseur yourself.”
Deacon agreed, “I am. I like to think I have excellent taste in artists.”
Abby didn’t feel like an artist at the moment. She felt like a sex goddess, exploring something forbidden and delicious. She looked around the room and spotted Cole. He beckoned her with the crook of his finger.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she apologized. “I think Cole needs to discuss something with me. Probably about the announcement tomorrow.”
“It was nice to meet you,” the board member tipped his glass in her direction, but she only had one focus—Cole.
“I see you are cozying up to our big backers,” he teased.
She smiled when she reached his arm. “He suggested I see the Bellagio art exhibit. Deacon said he would take me.”
He leaned toward her ear. “I want to take you somewhere too.”
“Oh?” She felt the thrill spread through her body. Not wearing panties was incredibly dangerous. Every step she took reminded her she had left them in the suite for a specific reason.
The black dress hugged her body tightly.
Cole led her to a closet in the hallway. She stared at him. “The coat check?”
He tipped his head. “Ladies first.”
She walked in front of him, spinning into his arms as he closed the door and locked it from the inside.
“Were you looking for this?” He withdrew the baton from his pocket.
“How did you get it from Deacon? I was with him the entire time.”
He laughed. “I tried to tell you. All we want is to make sure you’re happy. You’re fulfilled. We’ll take care of all the details. All you have to do is enjoy the ride.”
She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe Deacon too. But it seemed too good to be true. Why were they willing to give her so much? And why was she so eager to take it?
Cole’s mouth pressed against hers. She fell into the kiss, wanting to think less than she usually did. Giving in to the impulses felt good. It felt reckless and sexy.
His hands moved through her hair, drawing her mouth deeper to his.
“Can you come for me?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He hiked her dress up higher than it had been on the balcony. “Turn around and grab the bar.”
She did as he asked. Securing her hands in between dinner jackets.
She sucked in a heavy breath when she felt the baton settle against her backside. He pressed the tip to her tight rosebud. “Ohh, I want it Cole.”
“I know you do, baby.” He slid it between her folds, coating it with her juices before trailing it back up.
His lips landed on her neck, kissing her as he pushed the baton inside her. She arched her back into him.
“Oh it’s intense.”
“But it feels good?” He pumped it in and out.
She nodded. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed her feverishly while his fingers wound around her waist, making their way to her clit. He strummed over it, before pressing inside her soaking pussy.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as the orgasm hit her core like an earthquake.
Cole held her while he hammered into her from two points, drawing one explosive wave after another. She quivered and panted. She had expected him to the gentle and tender one, but he had a bad boy edge she didn’t expect. It was a turn on knowing, his polished exterior was something he showed everyone else, but here in the closet he lost himself in her. He gave her his raw passion. He touched her like she wanted to be touched.
The orgasm pooled before fading like a current. She exhaled.
“You are fucking exquisite. Do you know that?” He spun her face to him. He kissed her, lingering against her lips.
She shook her head. “No one’s ever said that.”
He rubbed his thumb against her cheek. “You should be treated like a goddess. Given everything in this world. Deacon and I will make sure you have that.”
She fell into his chest. “I don’t want your money, Cole. I’ve never wanted it.”
“Why not? It comes with the package.”
She wiggled her cocktail dress back into place. “I’ve seen people do terrible things for money. All it does is cause pain. I don’t need it. I don’t want your money.”
“Hey, we want you to have it. What’s the point of having millions if we can’t use it for something fun? Beautiful clothes? Expensive trips? Spa treatments?” He winked. She realized he and Deacon probably knew before they arrived at the suite she had taken advantage of the spa perks.
“It ruined my family, Cole. It destroyed my father. It’s not worth it.” She felt the tears burn the back of her lids. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, especially not after the moment they had just shared. She didn’t want to ruin her sexual triumph with painful memories of the past.
“Tell me,” he pressed.
She shook her head. She dabbed the corners of her eyes, praying the eye liner was still intact. “No. Maybe another time. Not tonight. Tonight, is about the future. Not the past.”
He kissed on the forehead. “If that’s what you want.” He threaded his fingers through hers. “Come on. Let’s get back to the party. Someone might want the
ir coat back.” He laughed.
Abby couldn’t help but giggle. If they knew what she had just done between their coats, they might be happy to leave them behind.
Cole turned off the light as they left the closet behind.
22
Abby
The cocktail reception lasted much longer than Abby expected, but she realized Deacon and Cole were having fun finding places where they could sneak off with her. She loved it. The dark corners. The places where they could be caught. It was dangerous and sexy. She’d never been this daring.
She knew she had crossed a line. She also knew she wasn’t interested in stepping back over it.
Deacon was listening to the CEO of ComTech explain his new philosophy on acquisitions. Abby tried to keep up with the conversation, but she kept catching Cole out of the corner of her eye. He was equally as distracting as Deacon was.
Deacon slipped his hand snugly against her hip. “Good talking to you, Andy. See you tomorrow?”
“I’m going to the breakfast on global integration. Will I see you there?”
Deacon looked at Abby. “I think I have plans in the morning with this one.” He smiled.
“Oh, well I’ll see you later in the day. Looking forward to hearing the big announcement.”
She realized Andy was immediately uncomfortable, but it made Deacon all the more sexier that he didn’t care. He wanted everyone to know he was there with her, and she knew they’d be together in the morning. He had proclaimed it in public. There was no other way to look at it.
She bit her lip. God, she wanted that. She wanted to wake up with him. To wake up between Cole and Deacon.
Cole waited for them in the lobby at the elevator. He had loosened the tie on from his neck. It draped against the planes of his chest. Abby inhaled. He was ridiculously sexy.
“Andy Gallagher have anything interesting to say?” he asked Deacon.
“Hell no. He wanted to talk global expansion again.”
“Standard. This party would have been a total waste of time if it weren’t for you.” He looked at Abby and she blushed.
Had she given them something too? Did what they shared mean as much to these men?
They walked into the elevator and Cole inserted his card that would give them access to the private suite atop the resort’s highest tower.
“Did you enjoy the reception, sweetheart?” Deacon asked.
She nodded. “It was different than I expected.” She watched the numbers over the doors as they climbed toward the penthouse.
“And what did you expect?” Cole prodded.
“That we might leave a lot sooner,” she responded softly.
“Why would we do that when it was so much fun making you come all over that damn ballroom?” Deacon growled, pulling her into his arms.
The elevator dinged. The doors opened wide.
“Shall we?” Cole asked.
Her heart beat fiercely. This was it.
Everything before this moment was foreplay. This was the night when she gave herself to both of them.
Cole held his palm upward. “Ready, baby?”
She looked in Deacon’s eyes.
“We’ll make you happy. I swear,” he whispered. “It’s your decision. Always your call.”
She swallowed.
She wanted him. She wanted Cole. Damn it, she wanted all of this.
Abby took a step away and put her hand in Cole’s.
His blue eyes fired with desire. “We’re going to give you everything you ever wanted.”
His hand clasped hers. She stepped over the threshold into the suite and the doors closed behind her. She had stepped into her future and left the past behind.
23
Abby
The way her heels clacked against the marble sounded as if they were ticking off seconds from a clock. Counting her last seconds of innocence with every stride.
She tossed the sequined clutch she carried to the party on the couch, expecting Deacon and Cole to pounce as soon as she was free.
Deacon walked to the bar. “Should we order dinner and have a drink while we wait?”
Her eyes widened. “We’re having dinner first?”
Cole laughed. The sound of his voice was clear and deep. She loved it.
“Yes, baby. We’re starving. And there is no reason for all of us to be hungover tomorrow. Don’t forget. We’re here to work. Tomorrow is going to be huge for all of us.”
He kissed her on the cheek in passing, when he walked to meet Deacon at the bar.
She felt stupid. She felt like she was inexperienced. She was. She’d never slept with two men before. There were a few books she had read with a small scene here and there, but she didn’t know what actually happened. How could she satisfy them? How could they both want her so desperately?
“What should I order?” Deacon asked. “The chefs know our favorites, but we don’t know yours.” He looked at Abby. “What do you want tonight, sweetheart?”
What she wanted was to be hauled to the master suite and touched and teased, but that wasn’t on any of the five-star restaurant menus.
“Maybe a grilled chicken salad?”
“You have the world’s best chefs at your beck and call and you want a chicken salad? You can do better than that.” Deacon strolled forward, handing her a drink. “You can have anything you want. Think about that. Anything.”
“I’ve tried to tell you. I’m simple. I don’t need fancy dinners and bottles of wine that cost a thousand dollars. I’m fine with chicken salad. It doesn’t have to be something from France I can’t pronounce.” The frustration in her voice came to the surface.
“Hey, hey. Don’t be upset. I just want you to be happy. I want to give you the best.”
Deacon quickly wrapped an arm around her. Within seconds Cole was on her other side lifting her eyes to his.
“The money doesn’t define us, Abby.”
“It doesn’t?” It was difficult, but she broke free from them and walked to the window. She could see all of Las Vegas from here. The city sparkled in front of her like a diamond. “Look at this view. Look at the suite. The jet. Even this dress I’m wearing, and the panties I’m not.” She glared at them. “The money is everywhere I turn. It’s almost all I can see.”
Deacon looked quizzically at Cole. “What’s going on? What is all the money talk about?”
Cole shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know all of it. She mentioned tonight that she might not be a fan of our billion-dollar company and what we have in our bank accounts.”
Abby chewed the inside of her cheek nervously. She may have just ruined everything.
“Abby, is that true? You have something against our empire?”
“I know you don’t see it, but money is fleeting. Life is fleeting. What if you spend all your time worried about money? Making money so you can spend it? What if you wake up one day and the money is gone and you have nothing else in your life? Do you ever think about that?”
“Why do you think we are so crazy about you?” Deacon asked.
“What?” She blinked.
Cole met her at the wall of windows. “Why do you think we want you, Abby?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Sex?”
Deacon made her feel dizzy when he tilted her chin toward him. She looked in the depths of his eyes. They seemed warmer. As if he could protect her. Keep her safe.
“We want more than work. We want something in our life that has meaning, sweetheart. You are that meaning. Sex is just the way we show it. It’s how we tell you what you mean to us.”
“It is?” She felt her pulse race.
“It is,” Cole echoed. “You’re right. The money doesn’t mean shit, if you don’t have someone in your life. We want you to be that someone.”
She nodded. She didn’t care if they were using lines. The impact was powerful. She felt her heart open to them in a new way.
Deacon’s lips found hers first. She clung to him while Cole p
ressed his mouth to the back of her neck. He tugged the zipper on the back of the dress and Deacon helped slide it over her shoulders.
“Let’s postpone dinner,” Deacon growled.
He pushed her into Cole’s arms. His mouth collided with hers, twirling his tongue as she tasted the sweetness of his tongue. Deacon moved down her legs, unfastening the intricate lacing of her high heels and removing them from her feet.
She felt petite and tiny without them. The men towered over her naked body.
“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” she begged. “Tell me those words aren’t lies.”
“They aren’t,” Cole promised.
“This is as real as it gets,” Deacon groaned into her neck.
She was sandwiched between them. Her breasts pressed into Cole’s shirt. Deacon’s hard cock straining through his pants to reach her. Their hands and lips were everywhere. She stood, trembling in front of the window while they kissed and touched her.
A hand on her nipple. Fingers between her wet folds. A hot mouth on her neck. One taking her mouth.
She was dizzy. She was drunk. She spun from Deacon’s arms to Cole’s. It was beautiful. It was electric. Their hands explored every inch of her skin. They took their time coasting up and down her body, not leaving any part of her untouched by their fingers or lips. No man had bothered to study her and discover her body this way. To have it happen by two men at once was overwhelming. She almost couldn’t keep up as her mouth moved from Deacon to Cole, hungry for their kisses.
She squealed when Cole lifted her from the floor. She caught Deacon’s sultry stare. His fingers were stripping the shirt from his chest as he followed them through the maze of rooms. He was only a step behind them. Cole lowered her to the bed and pulled his crisp shirt from his broad frame, tossing it to the floor of the suite.
They stood in front of her, two beautiful sex gods. But she had no idea what was in store for her next. She watched in amazement as their hands landed on their belts, then zippers. Her jaw dropped when Deacon stepped out of his black pants. His cock bulged between his legs, bobbing free.
“Oh God,” she whispered. He grinned wickedly.
Cole’s cock was freed next and she felt her belly do a somersault when she saw his beautiful hard shaft. Holy shit, they were hung. It should be a crime to be that gorgeous and have cocks so enormous.