Their Sweet Desire [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

“I’d like that,” she replied, and they walked with her to their car, and headed toward the penthouse.

  * * * *

  “Now that we got everything off our chests, it seems to me like we all were afraid of trusting one another, yet we couldn’t even tell the entire truth about ourselves,” Emerson said.

  “Exactly. I was afraid. I didn’t know what you would do if you found out that I own Bliss. I really wasn’t sure that the two of you were real. You are both so damn perfect.”

  “And billionaires,” Stone added, and they laughed.

  “God, I can’t even imagine that. But I would still have fallen for both of you even if you weren’t filthy rich.”

  “Oh really? I do recall a conversation at Bliss where you said that perhaps a billionaire would come along and buy you your own business to run.”

  She covered her mouth after gasping. “I remember that. Oh my God, but I did say that I was joking.”

  “I wasn’t going to take any chances,” Emerson said.

  Antoinette was glad that they talked things through. They had wasted three weeks, and she was going to waste another two shortly.

  “Oh God. Just when we worked things out, I’m leaving.”

  “Leaving? Where are you going?” Stone asked.

  “Hawaii for two weeks. It’s my overdo vacation compliments of Uncle Vincenzo.”

  “Ahh, Uncle Vincenzo is quite the guy,” Emerson said.

  “Funny. That’s what he said about you and your friends.”

  They laughed.

  “Stay with us tonight. Don’t go home. Don’t leave us,” Stone said very seriously.

  She stood up. “I was thinking that we should take things slowly.”

  Stone stood up and pulled her against him. “Fuck slow. The last three weeks without you have been torture. Stay with us. Here, in this penthouse. In our bed is where you belong.”

  Antoinette felt her entire body heat up from his words. The moment Emerson moved in behind her and caressed her arms, she felt that instant connection and need.

  “Stay. Please, baby. We need you,” Emerson whispered as he leaned down and kissed her neck and ear.

  She felt his hand slide up her back to the zipper of her dress.

  “Yes?” Stone asked, with his lips gently against her own. She inhaled his scent, his cologne, and manliness. Between them like this was where she was safest and felt most loved and protected.

  “Yes,” she replied, and Stone kissed her, as Emerson unzipped her dress.

  The feel of their hands against her breasts, her ass, and her belly aroused her senses and began to numb any negative thoughts from days ago. They made quick use of their hands, discarding their clothing, before Stone lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom. Her stomach tightened for only a moment, as memories of the last time she was here came rushing back.

  But as Stone placed her on the large king-sized bed, she opened her arms to him and Emerson. Their cocks jutted out against their muscular bellies and her pussy clenched in anticipation of them inside of her.

  Stone leaned down and kissed her belly.

  Emerson kissed her fingertips as he held her gaze. “I dreamed of you like this. For the past three weeks, I thought of nothing but you, naked, welcoming us with your arms wide open. You’ve made us so very happy, Antoinette.” His words were filled with emotion and deep meaning.

  “I missed both of you as well. Make love to me. Together?” she asked.

  Emerson lay beside her on the bed. He kept his legs over the edge, and Stone lifted her up and placed her on top of Emerson. Their gazes locked, as he caressed his fingers under her hair, cradling her head. He pulled her closer to his mouth, and kissed her as his cock tapped against her belly. That kiss grew deeper, wilder, and she felt her pussy clench then drip. She wanted his cock deep inside of her, reaching to her womb while Stone penetrated her ass. She needed that bond, that connection the three of them had together. That was where life was perfect.

  She lifted up as Emerson continued to kiss her, and she found his cock hard and ready, lined it up with her pussy, and lowered onto it.

  He released her lips and she moaned in pleasure. She was home. She was where she belonged.

  Stone caressed her shoulders and then her back.

  “I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed the feeling of being lost inside of you.”

  She tilted her head up toward him, as Emerson played with her breasts and pinched her nipples.

  “I need you inside of me. I want your cock, too, Stone. I want you both to make love to me, however you want.”

  “Holy fuck I love it when you talk dirty, Toni. Is Stone having an influence on you?” Emerson teased as she felt her cheeks warm.

  “You both influence me. You make me feel so needy, hungry and wild for more. I want you to make love to me, fuck me, do whatever you please with me.

  He kissed her deeply, and then Emerson grabbed her hips and thrust his cock up and down.

  She felt the cool liquid to her anus, and then Stone’s thick digit. In and out he stroked through her tight hole, preparing her for his cock.

  “You’re gorgeous, Antoinette. You mean the world to us,” Stone said then pulled his finger from her ass and replaced it with his cock. She felt the bulbous tip against her puckered hole. She pressed her ass back, wanting him in her, and Stone smacked her hard. She gasped, and Emerson held a firm expression and thrust upward. In a flash, Stone shoved into her ass, she was so wet and aroused. One smooth motion and he was buried deep. She gasped for breath, then calmed her breathing and relaxed. Her men were inside her, where they belonged.

  In and out they began to move in sync. One thrust his cock in and the other pulled his cock almost all the way out. She felt the fear that they would pull out completely and leave her on the edge, and damn it they knew it, as they stroked her fast and then slow, torturing her. They licked and kissed her flesh. They tweaked her nipples and stroked their cocks into her with finesse and deep penetration.

  “So good. God, I’ve missed you. I love you, Antoinette. You know that, right?” Emerson asked her as he held her face between his hands. Stone was thrusting his hard cock into her ass.

  “Yes. I love you, too. It’s too much. God I feel so much.” She moaned.

  Smack.

  She jerked as Stone smacked her ass.

  “I love you, too, and I love this ass. I won this ass, you know. You’re ours, forever,” he said then gently bit into her neck. His move ignited a series of small spasms in her cunt as she moaned then thrust backward.

  “Oh yeah. You want it harder, baby? You need it badly just like us?” Stone asked.

  “Yes. Hard and fast. Shove your cocks in deep. As deep as you both can go.” She cheered them on and they came through. In and out they thrust into her, as they kissed her, caressed her, and spread her thighs wider. Stone was massaging her ass, spreading her cheeks, arousing her anus and pussy on every inward stroke, making her pussy feel swollen. Emerson rubbed her clit as he jerked upward, then exploded inside of her.

  “Fucking amazing,” he said.

  She lowered down to kiss his chest and then his lips. Another set of smacks to her ass and a pinch followed, and she was beginning to lose it.

  Stone grabbed her around the waist, and jerked his hips, shoving his cock as far as it could go over and over again into her ass. She was moaning, he was growling and grunting.

  “I love you, baby. Fuck! I’m there.” He thrust his cock two more times then released his seed. Antoinette said his name as she convulsed beneath him and against Emerson, who took that second to pinch and pull her nipples.

  “Oh!” she moaned loader, and then collapsed to Emerson’s chest.

  “Oh God, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again,” she whispered.

  Both men chuckled.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll carry you anywhere you want to go,” Emerson said then kissed her.

  * * * *

  The weekend was spent mostly in bed with Em
erson and Stone. Although they did make love in the kitchen, the dining room table, the bathroom shower, the laundry room, and the living room floor.

  She fixed her dress and ran her fingers through her newly dried hair.

  “So, you’ll come by Bliss to see me after work?”

  “You betcha,” Stone said as he and Emerson walked her downstairs to the cab the doorman had hailed for her.

  She waved hello to the doorman, Fred, and he smiled.

  “Nice to see you, Miss DeLuca.”

  She winked. “How did Claire like these lemon muffins?”

  He looked around and then walked closer and whispered to Toni. “She loved them. Hit the spot and was the perfect ending to a wonderful date. Thank you,” he told her as Emerson and Stone looked on, listening.

  “No problem. Let me know how this Friday’s date goes?” she asked.

  “Will do,” he said then went back to work. She was smiling as Stone took her hand and pulled her to his side.

  “What have you been up to?”

  “Oh, just lending a hand to Fred,” she said.

  Emerson caressed her hair, and then kept a protective hold on her neck under her hairline. They were flanking her on either side as the cab waited. Fred stood by the doorway holding it open for another person who lived in the building.

  She stepped toward the cab.

  “So, I’ll see you two around seven, right?” she asked.

  “You won’t see them ever again!” someone yelled. People screamed, and there was Olivia St. James. She was holding a gun and pointing it directly at Toni.

  “Olivia, don’t!” Stone called to her. Olivia waved the gun around.

  “Stay away from me. She will never have you two again. You’re both mine.”

  “No, Olivia, please. Don’t do this. Let us help you,” Emerson said.

  Antoinette could see that Olivia was out of it. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hands were shaking. The gun was pointed at Antoinette’s chest.

  “Please, Olivia. You don’t want to hurt me.”

  She stared at Antoinette as sirens blared in the near distance, and security, as well as police foot patrol, ran onto the scene.

  “No, I don’t want to hurt you. I want you dead.”

  As Olivia took a step forward, Stone went to grab her and Emerson jumped into her path. Two consecutive shots went off. Antoinette felt the instant pain. She saw Emerson fall. He was bleeding from the shoulder. It was oozing onto the concrete.

  The police and security grabbed Olivia and the gun.

  “Antoinette?” Stone called to her, his eyes wide with concern and fear.

  She reached up to where she felt the pain.

  “She shot me,” Antoinette said. Stone grabbed her as her legs gave out and she fell against him.

  “We need an ambulance. They’ve both been shot!” he called out.

  Her eyes began to glaze over. Her vision blurred as she saw Emerson lying on the ground. He wasn’t moving. There was blood.

  Stone grabbed her face between his hands. She saw the tears in his eyes. She tried to focus.

  “Antoinette. Look at me. Stay with me, baby.”

  “Emerson?” she whispered.

  “Stay with me. Don’t leave us, baby. Fight for us. Fight it, baby,” he said and she closed her eyes.

  Her last thought was on Emerson and whether he was dead or alive.

  Epilogue

  Everyone cheered as Emerson, Toni, and Stone walked into Bliss. Emerson was released from the hospital three weeks ago, after sustaining a bullet wound to the shoulder, as the first bullet hit him and then the car. It went through the back of his shoulder straight through his muscle and out the front of his shoulder. Toni, on the other hand, had to have major surgery to repair the damage to her chest, where the bullet lodged, mere inches from her heart. It was touch and go for a while, but she pulled through. Nearly two months in the hospital, two months resting and doing physical therapy to heal her arm and shoulder, and finally she could come visit Bliss.

  It had given the three of them time to take in their lives, what they all meant to one another and how important they had become. Their bond was strong, and their love and commitment to a future together even stronger.

  The regulars were cheering and smiling. They had tears in their eyes, and she thanked them for their prayers and gifts. It was a nice celebration with her family around, the people in the neighborhood, and all of her friends and staff.

  “It’s so good to see you back. We missed you,” Tina told her as a tear rolled down her cheek.

  “I missed you, too. Don’t worry, I heard that you’ve been doing an excellent job in my absence,” Toni said.

  “She sure has been. She hasn’t stopped to read any of those raunchy sex novels of hers,” Mia teased.

  “That’s because I’m living the real thing. No need to fantasize anymore,” Tina stated, and Toni thought Charlie looked a bit flustered and happy. They laughed.

  “So, when will you be back to work?” Farah asked.

  “She’s not coming back for a while. She needs to take it easy, and she won’t be able to do that here,” Emerson said, as he squeezed her shoulder.

  “Yeah, she’ll push it, and we’ll worry. So we’re going on vacation,” Stone told them.

  “Really? Where?” Tina asked.

  “Hawaii,” Toni said.

  But then Stone said, “Fiji.”

  She turned to look at him and Emerson.

  “I thought we discussed Hawaii.”

  “We did, baby, but you’re going to need a lot of time off, so we’re going to spend some time in Fiji, too.”

  “Wow,” Tina stated.

  Toni smiled. “I know that you’ll take great care of Bliss for me while I’m gone. Stone and Emerson and I really need this time together. It has been a hell of a time trying to recover, and build on this relationship we have. Spending more time with them on vacation will bring some normalcy to all the craziness we’ve been through.”

  “You can say that again,” Farah stated.

  “Hey, get some of these orders out. The boss is around and she’s going to get mad,” Charlie teased and the women scattered.

  Stone and Emerson helped her into one of the seats by the coffee bar.

  “This is where we first met,” Emerson whispered, holding her hand and giving it a squeeze.

  “I think you asked if I were on the menu?”

  “No, you offered yourself on a platter to me when we met,” Stone teased.

  “I would never offer such a thing.”

  “Why is that?” Emerson asked.

  “Because, I’m one of a kind. A delicacy,” she said then winked.

  “That you are,” Stone teased back then nuzzled against her neck.

  “Our very own sweet desire. We saw you and wanted you. We knew you would be ours.”

  “It wasn’t that easy, Emerson. You did have to prove your love, and give up a little control.”

  “Never, woman. Not in the penthouse, not in the bedroom, and certainly not with our little sweet desire.” Stone kissed her neck and cupped her breast, quickly so no one could see. She slapped his hand and gasped.

  “Hey, we’re not serving that type of sugar here, you three. So what would you like?” Tina teased.

  “Chocolate raspberry brownie bites,” the three of them said in sync, then started laughing.

  Tina rolled her eyes as she went to get their order. Antoinette looked around the place. It felt different. It felt new and refreshed, and as if a burden had been lifted. She got her Bliss, in her store, in her life and in her heart. Out of all the delicacies and sweets she’d made and tasted over the years, nothing had made her life, her heart complete until she found her sweetest desire. Her love for Emerson and Stone. For they completed her life, her heart, and her destiny.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get
my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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