Two for the Shrew (As We Like It Anthology)

by Green, Bronwyn

  After adjusting her bra, she pulled her dress over her head and reached around back to fasten it. John gently knocked her hands away and zipped her up, brushing her hair over her shoulder and pressing a tender kiss to the back of her neck. “Come back to my room. Or Simon’s.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “I don’t really care, but I’m not ready to let you go, yet.”

  Simon stepped forward and gently kissed her lips. “Me neither.”

  If she were honest with herself, she wasn’t ready for them to let her go either. She’d forgotten what it was like to actually be wanted for more than a signature on a deal.

  “What wing are you in?” she asked.

  “East wing. One-oh-seven,” Simon answered.

  “Is that a yes?” John murmured against her ear.

  Turning in his arms, she looked up at him. Her cheeks flushed, and she endeavored to squash the suddenly shy feeling that swept over her. “I can’t stay all night, but I can come up for a while.”

  They finished dressing and crept across the sand dunes toward the house. Catherine stopped by the back door and picked up her shoes before leading them along the backyard and attempting to dodge the motion-sensitive lights. Reaching the outer door to the east wing, she punched in the security code and led them up the back stairs.

  “So is this what you did in high school?” Simon asked. “Snuck boys in past the security system?”

  “Not hardly. That was Bianca’s thing.”

  “So you were the good kid, then?” John asked.

  Catherine frowned. “No. I was the boring kid.”

  John slipped his hand into hers. “I have a hard time believing that.”

  She shrugged. “Believe what you want. It’s true.”

  Some of Bianca and Cameron’s friends staggered drunkenly down the hall, but she was pretty sure she managed to get Simon’s door open and hustle the guys inside, before any of the other guests recognized her. She rolled her eyes at herself. What did it matter? She was a grown woman. But the last thing she wanted was for Bianca to get wind of her temporary affair and freak out about it. She loved her sister, but for the most part, the world really did revolve around Bianca. And all eyes needed to be on her and Cameron, not her sister banging two guys at once.

  Simon took her shoes from her hand and dropped them onto the floor. Snaking an arm around her waist, he dragged her against him. “I think it’s time for ‘the next time’,” he murmured against her lips.

  Catherine’s stomach trembled nervously at Simon’s words. This was just sex, she reminded herself. She and the guys were looking for the same thing—a good time and the best tension reliever known to man.

  She shoved his jacket off his shoulders. “Strip.”

  John moved to stand behind her, chuckling. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he gripped the tangled mass and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. “Uh-uh, Cat,” he said, nipping at the sensitive line of skin. “You called the shots last time. This time, it’s our turn.”

  Chapter Six

  Catherine’s breath caught at John’s darkly whispered words, and her tummy trembled with excitement. All day long, she was responsible for an entire company. Nearly every decision she made affected hundreds of other people. There was something heady and exhilarating about putting herself into someone else’s hands, letting someone else take control for once. It was also a little scary, but she closed her eyes and gave herself over to them. John lifted her glasses off her face. Cracking open an eye, she saw him put them on a table by the door.

  Simon moved behind her. “Keep your eyes closed,” he murmured. When she complied, he blindfolded her with his tie, securing the silky fabric behind her head. Almost immediately, everything sounded louder—especially, her harsh inhalations.

  Simon inched her zipper down, pressing kisses to each bit of skin he exposed while John traced her lips with his fingertip. “You’re not going to hyperventilate and pass out, are you?”

  She rapidly shook her head as two sets of hands pulled the dress from her body, stroking her. John caught her face between his hands and kissed her. She could still taste the faint tang of her arousal on his tongue. He pressed closer, the fabric of his clothing teasing her bare skin.

  Reaching out, she tried to push his jacket from his shoulders, but Simon caught her hands and pulled them behind her back, quickly binding them together—with John’s tie, she assumed. In this position, her breasts pushed sharply forward, and John took immediate advantage. He captured a nipple, pulling it into the torrid heat of his mouth, lace and all.

  Her head dropped back against Simon’s shoulder as he slid his hand over her stomach and into her panties. Parting her folds, he circled her clit, and the familiar tightening sensation started in her womb again. Her blood pounded through her veins. Was it possible to die from an orgasm? If so, she was certain she was about to.

  Pinned between both men, she couldn’t quite catch her breath as tremors of need coursed through her, growing more intense by the moment. Their clothing felt rough against her over-sensitized skin, and their rapidly hardening cocks pressed against her body as if seeking her warmth.

  With her sight hindered, she almost lost track of whose lips were kissing her, whose hands were stroking her. She thought Simon was still behind her, but she wasn’t sure. She tried to focus on the small details. Everything was amplified. Even the tiniest brush of fingertips had her straining ever closer to release. The finger that circled her clit carefully avoided touching it directly while she canted her hips, seeking more contact.

  “You’re so close, aren’t you?” Simon murmured in her ear. So he was still behind her.

  His whisper grazed her flesh like a caress as he slowly lowered his head to her neck, his lips skimming behind her ear. She felt his smile against her skin when she shivered at his touch.

  John’s hand slid along her cheek and into her hair then angled her toward him. His breath feathered across her lips as he teased her with nearly chaste kisses.

  Catherine lifted her mouth to his, increasing their connection, needing more than he was giving her. He must have gotten the hint. He fisted his hand in her hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth on a hungry groan. Pressing himself to her body, he increased the pressure of Simon’s hand against her pussy. That extra bit of contact sent her over the edge. Hips bucking, she thrust against them both, as prickly warmth pulsed through her limbs and spread throughout her body. Her cunt rippled, desperate to be filled. She wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but she wanted them again.

  The room swung dizzily around her. Hands still tied behind her back and still blindfolded, she felt herself being lifted into the air and carried across the room. Cool, crisp cotton pressed against her back and the mattress sank on either side of her. Her bra cups were tugged aside and hot, wet mouths descended on each of her nipples while fingertips teased her belly and drifted lower, delving between her thighs.

  She quivered uncontrollably as they peeled her underwear from her body. Each man hooked a leg around hers and spread her wide, their fingers coasting over her damp flesh. Someone’s hand traveled from her pussy to between her cheeks and teased the tight pucker of muscle. She trembled. She’d never done anything like this before, but there was no doubt that was where this night was headed.

  “Do you want us both together?” Simon asked quietly.

  She nodded jerkily, her breath catching in her throat.

  A long finger slid into her sheath then out again to spread her cream over that puckered circle of muscles. “Do you want me here?” John asked. “Do you want my cock here?” he clarified, pressing against her opening.

  Her mouth went dry, but she nodded, goose bumps rising on her skin.

  He took his hand away and nervous anticipation swirled through her. She jerked as she felt something cold and slippery against her ass.

  “Shh,” John whispered. “It’s okay. I’m just getting you ready.” Slowly, he pressed a finger ins
ide, past the tight ring while Simon slid a digit inside her pussy. In tandem, they worked in and out of her, each adding another finger as they stretched her. She was so full now, she couldn’t imagine taking their cocks. But, God, she wanted to.

  She wiggled, lifting her hips, needing more. Suddenly, the men withdrew from both her body and the bed. She strained her ears, listening for sounds as they moved about the room. She heard the soft whoosh of clothing falling to the floor and the crinkle of plastic.

  The foot end of the bed dipped down, and she sensed someone prowling toward her until he leaned over her. Her stomach fluttered wildly as whoever it was bent down and nipped at her lower lip, catching it between his teeth. Releasing her lip, he moved to her ear, sinking his teeth into the sensitive lobe.

  Lifting her hips in silent entreaty, she tried to make physical contact with some portion of his body. It was a little difficult to get any leverage with her hands still bound behind her, but it didn’t stop her from trying.

  “Christ, I wish you could see what you look like, right now,” Simon said, murmuring into her ear.

  At least, she knew who was about to fuck her. At least, she hoped he was about to fuck her. Maybe he planned to make her suffer.

  “The way you’re straining toward me, your nipples tight, your thighs slick with your juices… You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” he asked, his voice rough with arousal.

  “Just fuck me already.”

  He lowered himself until he was covering her, the wide head of his cock prodding her entrance. It seemed as if he was trying to go slowly, but she’d had enough of this torture. Bracing her feet on the bed, she met his thrust, taking him to the hilt. He seated himself on a groan, his breath hot against her neck. Drawing back, he plowed forward, rocking into her over and over until she was nearly ready to explode.

  Slipping his arms beneath her, he pulled her closer still and rolled to his back, taking her with him. He reached around her and untied the restraint, freeing her hands. Her arms and shoulders ached a little, but she barely noticed. There were too many other sensations to focus on. Like Simon’s wide cock stretching her tender tissues and John’s slicked fingers working into her tight back passage.

  She groaned as John added another finger, spreading her wider. What had seemed like an invasion earlier now felt like heaven. Warmth centered in her abdomen and slowly spread through her as she rocked along the length of Simon’s shaft.

  John carefully withdrew, and his fingers were replaced with the pressure of the lubed head of his cock against her ass. She shivered feeling the heat of his shaft through the coolness of the gel. Holding tightly to her hips, he slowly worked his way inside her. The sharp bite of pain and the burn of stretching muscle radiated through her, chasing away the delicious feelings that she’d experienced earlier. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as he carefully pushed past the snug opening.

  Simon stroked her back, whispering soothing words as the other man worked deeper still. Finally, he was seated, and she thought she’d pass out from the sensation. She whimpered, worried that two men would be too much…then John drew back, nearly pulling free from her ass. Her whimper turned into a groan at the drag of his cock against the thin membrane that separated him from Simon, who pushed forward at the other man’s retreat.

  All pain receded, replaced by fullness and eventually pleasure. Her pussy and ass contracted around each of them, bliss rippling through her. They fucked her in tandem. One man tunneled into her while the other pulled out.

  The tiny part of her brain that could still focus on rational thought was marginally shocked that she’d allowed herself to be this vulnerable with two men. The rest of her brain and body didn’t care. They focused on the raw need slamming through her and systematically drowned out the vestiges of thinking.

  Damp skin slipped enticingly against damp skin. Prickles of energy crackled between them as they writhed together. As if they felt it too, Simon and John’s thrusts lost any kind of rhythm. They pounded into her harder and faster, sliding against each other within the taut clasp of her willing body.

  Arousal coiled tighter within her, and she thought she’d burst. John pressed harder against her back, pushing her closer to Simon. Her clit ground against his groin providing the last little bit of stimulation she needed to throw her headlong into an orgasm.

  She stiffened bearing down on both men as fiery bliss shot through her body, her scream of release captured by Simon as he grabbed her head and forced her lips to his. His tongue plunged into her mouth imitating the out of control thrusts into her ass and pussy. Their labored drives pushed her pleasure on and on until they both finally came in shuddering bursts that filled the condoms.

  Catherine collapsed, boneless, against Simon, her breathing ragged across his chest, and John lay draped over her back like a heated blanket. Contentment like she’d never known spread through her, but she forced it away. She couldn’t afford to feel content. Not with these two. This was a fling—nothing more. It was practically a business arrangement. She needed to remember that.

  She shifted, and they—reluctantly, if she interpreted their groans correctly—pulled from her body and lay on either side of her. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the comfort of their closeness, but only for a moment. She really needed to get back to her room and at least get a few hours of sleep before the wedding.

  Catherine’s eyes flew open, and at first, she wasn’t sure where she was or what had woken her. Pale, pre-dawn light filtered in through the curtains she’d only half-remembered to close when she’d stumbled into her childhood bedroom the night before. She glanced at the clock and groaned. The night before? It was more like a couple of hours ago. Dropping her head back to the pillow, she burrowed under the covers, wincing at her sore muscles. Last night had taken more out of her than she would have thought. Not that she regretted it.

  “Cat?”

  The sound of Bianca’s soft voice drew her into a sitting position. Feeling around on the bedside stand, she grabbed her glasses and shoved them onto her face. She looked around the room and finally spotted her sister over by the door.

  “What’s up, B? Is everything okay?”

  Still clad in her pink pajamas, Bianca crossed the room and climbed into the huge bed with Catherine. “Everything’s okay. I’m a little nervous, but I hear that’s to be expected. Mostly, I wanted to make sure that you’re all right. You disappeared right after dinner last night.”

  Catherine yawned. “I’m fine. I just needed some air, but dinner was great. I think everyone enjoyed the slideshows.”

  “Ashley said she thought she saw you go into a guest room with a couple of guys.” Catherine froze, but Bianca laughed and continued, “I told her she had to be mistaken—my sister going home with one guy would be a miracle, but two is out of the question.”

  “Right,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “It’s impossible that one guy wants me—let alone two.”

  Her sister pushed up on an elbow and scowled down at her. “That’s not what I meant.”

  Catherine grabbed a pillow and whacked Bianca upside the head with it. “I know it’s not.”

  Bianca’s gaze turned serious. “You know, all I want is for you to be happy.”

  “I’m plenty happy.”

  “Right. Practically living in your office? I just can’t help but think that if you found the right man…”

  Cat rolled her eyes. For Bianca, it all came down to Mr. Right.

  “Or the right woman…” her sister ventured.

  “I’m not gay.”

  “But even if you were. If you found the right person to complete you, you’d be a lot happier.”

  “I love you. And I appreciate that you’re worried about me, but I’m complete on my own, B. I’m not walking around with a boyfriend-shaped hole in my heart just waiting to be filled. I’m fine.”

  The tiny lie tasted bitter. But it was true. Mostly tr
ue, anyway. She was fine on her own. She didn’t need a man to make her life worth living, but damn, it would be nice to come home to someone. To fall asleep in someone’s arms. Or two someones.

  She squashed that thought before it went any further. She didn’t have a relationship with John and Simon outside their collaboration on her product line. She’d laid down the rules last night, and the first one had been “no strings”. And she was fairly certain that no strings precluded waking up in the morning cuddled between two of the sexiest guys she’d ever met.

  Bianca didn’t look as if she quite believed her, but Catherine didn’t have the energy to try to convince her. Not after only a couple hours sleep. But thankfully, her sister didn’t push the subject.

  “How about you get in the shower and then meet me in my room? I’m hoping the makeup artists can do something about those circles under your eyes.”

  “Artists? As in plural?”

  “There are fourteen bridesmaids. You don’t think I’m going to trust you all to do your own makeup?”

  And there was the sister Catherine was used to. “Seriously?”

  “It’s my special day, and I want it to be perfect.”

  Catherine eyed her sister balefully. “Yes, your highness.”

  “That’s better. Now get up and get moving. You don’t want to keep those guys whose room you didn’t go into last night waiting.”

  Grabbing the pillow, Catherine threw it at the back of Bianca’s head as she hurried toward the door. So much for keeping her private life private.

  Catherine tried desperately not to fidget in the pink, moiré taffeta monstrosity that Bianca had chosen for a bridesmaid’s dress. The lead singer of the band introduced each member of the wedding party as they prepared for the obligatory bridal party dance. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited her turn. The tulle underskirt chafed her skin, and she couldn’t wait to take the damn thing off. At the thought of removing it, she couldn’t help but imagine Simon and John involved in the process.