Boxed Set:The Billionaire's Game (BWWM Romance)

by Tara Raine

Brent let out a sigh and slipped his arm under her shoulder.

  “I'm afraid it won't be enough for that Connor,” Brent said. “No matter what he has or what he gets, it's never seems to satisfy.”

  Tanya nodded, understanding what Brent what talking about.

  “That's why we need to be careful. I don't want to create an issue when there isn't one,” Tanya responded.

  “You've got that much right,” Brent said. “Time will tell baby. It always does.”

  Tanya laid awake in bed for a while, thinking about what Brent had told her about Connor—he had done this before with the other girl!? And Brent knew, but Connor didn't know that he did. All of a sudden she started to question everything that had been happening between her and Connor in the last few weeks. Was it really him acting on genuine emotions or was it all just a facade for him to build up trust in the relationship only for him to eventually cash in and ask her to run away with him. With that last thought, Tanya knew she had let her anxiety build up too high.

  Tanya was discomforted by the fact Brent had just, in some ways, confirmed her fears. There was a little voice inside of her head that told her things were about to change. With that thought suddenly a great sadness overtook Tanya when considering about how things might turn out. Either way, what she and Brent had sensed in Connor's intentions didn't speak well for the relationship.

  Chapter Fourteen: The Question

  The next night, all three of them went out clubbing again and before too long they were pretty drunk. Connor kept trying to get Brent and Tanya to all join him for sex in the VIP room of another club, but neither of them were down for that. Tanya wanted to go home and get frisky and she made her wishes known. The two brothers agreed. Connor had been acting a little strange since Brent had come home and she was afraid to ask why. One thing Tanya knew for certain was that the mental anxiety of the tri-relationship was wearing on her.

  Despite her efforts to not let things bother her, they did. She got confused, but more importantly she could see slight changes in Brent and Connor's relationship. Tanya could swear the two got passive aggressive sometimes, mostly where she was concerned. Sometimes they would even get a little competitive in the bedroom, showering her with sentiments or trying prove who could make her more satisfied. Tanya disapproved of the behavior because it was at conflict with her attempts to be neutral.

  When they got home from clubbing, they barely made it through the front doors of the mansion before stripping away their clothing. They started fucking right away, with Brent on his back while Tanya rode him. Connor stood by with his member jutting out in front of him, all of its veins risen from the surface like ribs on a condom, running length wise instead of around. Tanya was fondling Connor's dick while riding Brent and moaning like a mad woman. Brent helped push her down onto his cock. All three of them were into it but something was missing. The sexual exploits had seemed to have plateaued, but they certainly weren't getting any worse. Even so, Tanya could still tell that all of them were holding back just a little bit.

  “Come on baby,” Brent panted. “Ride me. Bounce on my fucking dick. Fuck yes, just like that.”

  After a few minutes of going at it, all of them had loosened up enough for the tension that had been there before to leave. Tanya took Connor's cock in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth as quickly as she could. Connor smiled down at her as he watched her blow him like she was trying to prove something. Tanya loved the way that Connor looked down at her while she did her best to please him. It was one of those things that was hard to articulate, the feeling of pride she got from being good in bed. It was also something that she loved feeling during the act and Connor always managed made her feel that way.

  “That's right, honey,” Connor said. “Suck my cock. Just like that. I want you to suck it just like that. Fuck yes, baby girl. God you look so fucking good right now with your lips stretched around my big dick. I love the way you look when you're suckling me.”

  “Doesn't she look good when she sucks a dick?” Brent asked Connor rhetorically. “I always thought so, but then again I'm a little biased.”

  “She's so hot sucking when she's hungrily blowing away,” Connor said as he gently stroked her hair. Tanya toyed with her own nipples, giving both men a little show. The tease egged the pair along. Brent got on his knees and quickly inserted himself into her pussy. Carefully, he started to pound her with quick little thrusts, non-stop, in and out of her tight pussy. Tanya knew that he was doing this to stimulate her G spot with the curve of his cock. His big dick felt so good inside her pussy, and Tanya couldn't stop herself from meeting his hips as they plowed forward. Connor came up behind her and entered the tight bud of her anus. The two thick cocks filled Tanya’s lower body with a unique pressure, riding the line somewhere between pain and pleasure.

  Connor added to her shattering climax by reaching down to stimulate her clit while Brent tweaked her nipples. It was so much pleasure that, for a moment, Tanya thought that maybe her senses would overload. Tanya willed her pussy and ass to clasp tightly around their dicks, not that much was possible. Tanya was stretched almost to her limit. Brent and Connor instinctively started to slow to allow her time to adjust.

  “Don't stop! Please don't stop,” she begged. “Holy shit, I'm going to fucking cum again. Oh my God, I can't believe how good this feels. Please, please don't stop!” Before she met them Tanya never thought she'd experience a multiple orgasm. Yet, now she couldn't image a sex life without them. The brothers knew how to please for sure.

  As Tanya came again, her limbs shot straight out as though she had been electrocuted. Immediately following the shock to her system Tanya's body went limp. She lay there moaning while Brent and Connor continued to pleasure her. Brent could feel himself getting ready to cum and chose to thrust into her once more before spilling his spunk deep inside her pussy. Connor followed Brent's lead, the feeling of his partners quivering privates reaching his cock through the thin wall. When they were all done Tanya let out a long relaxed sigh as she rolled onto her back.

  “Here, let me get you a towel,” Brent offered, not hesitating to run upstairs to the bathroom. Tanya was grateful because she felt like she needed one, but was too content to move. The afterglow of their union made body heavy with satisfaction.

  Connor was strangely silent and suddenly Tanya had an overwhelming feeling he was about to say something she wouldn't like. Sure enough Connor didn't wait long before moving to lean over her. He used one elbow to prompt himself up. The other hand busied itself with straightening Tanya's sex-crazed hair. Tanya held her breath as a look that she didn't like filled his eyes.

  “Tanya, I know I don't have much time to get this out,” he said. “But I was called away to deal with some issues concerning the release of my clothing line in the UK. I have to leave tomorrow and I want you to come with me. Now I know this is a lot to ask, but I can't bear the thought of being away from you. Things are finally taking off for the two of us and we can't let silly obstacles destroy what we have together. I think you should know that I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, whatever it takes! You have to know that I love you Tanya, and that I'll work to be the best partner anyone could ask for.”

  Even though Tanya and Brent had a feeling it was coming, she still could only lay there in complete disbelief at what she was hearing. Connor had just said that he loved her. Not care. Love. Tanya wasn't sure how to react. How in the world could Connor spring this on her now? While she was lying on the floor, just after her and her husband had finished fucking.

  It felt weird to mentally acknowledge Brent as her husband. In her mind Tanya had just thought of them as the brothers or her lovers for the past few months. Connor had forced her to make the distinction with his surprise offer.

  Besides that, Connor's timing was awkward, especially since Brent was only upstairs getting her a towel to clean up. Maybe this would be the only private moments they would share tonight, and Connor knew it, but it still seemed very un
couth to spring it on her this way and after such an intimate moment. He really did want to take her from Brent. Tanya knew that she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that lay buried inside her any longer.

  “I, uh,” Tanya started. “I don't know what to say, Connor...I care about you, a lot, but my home is here and my husband is here. I love Brent. For better or for worse. I love you too, Connor, but nothing would be able to replace the hole in my heart I'd get from leaving Brent. And you know how hard I've been trying at work. They even promised me that I'd be up for promotion soon. I just don't think it's a good time for us in our relationship, either. We've only been together for weeks, not months or years. We don't really know each other all that well. The time we spend together usually centers around sex and not much else. I'm sorry, Connor, but I don't think I can say yes. I don't know how to say no, though, because I don't want to hurt you. But I can't say yes.”

  Connor's eyes misted up and he looked like he was going to cry. Then the teary eyes turned angry.

  “You can't really mean that!” Connor snapped. “After all of the time we've spent together recently and all of the moments we've shared. You can't just throw that all away. How could you?!”

  Tanya tried to say something but Connor turned and fled to his room before she could get any words out. He was acting really immaturely. How could Connor think she would say yes! He never even talked to her about it. She could hear him packing from where she sat.

  Brent took her by surprise. He had tipped toed up to her and handed her the towel that she still needed. He motioned up towards their bedroom. Tanya followed suit; Connor got some space this way. Tanya was following reluctantly. She wasn't sure how Brent was reacting to what his brother had said or just how much he'd even heard. The last thing Tanya wanted was to come between them. She didn't think she was worth it. Yet without a doubt, if Tanya hadn't slept with Connor she wouldn’t be in this situation, and neither would the brothers. Once inside the bedroom, Tanya could only hold her breathe and wait for Brent's reaction.

  “I can't believe this and I don't know why,” Brent spoke, shaking his head. Tanya always thought his anger looked so out of place on his angelic features. “I really hoped it wasn't going to come down to this, but, somehow, with him it always does. Why does he feel the need to own things so completely? You’re either with him or against him, and that type of mentality doesn't really work well in the real world when it comes to relationships. Sure, it might work in his business or maybe even in his personal life or with acquaintances...” Tanya cut him off with the tips of her fingers. Brent had begun to ramble. He was obviously hurt by what could only be seen as an act of betrayal through his eyes.

  Tanya was still haunted by Brent's watery stare. The heavy and unanswered question of why lingering. These images plagued Tanya and prevented her from slipping off to sleep. It didn't take long before Brent began to act like he wasn't really bothered that Connor had tried to betray him, but he couldn't keep his feeling hidden from Tanya. No matter how hard he tried, Brent did seem saddened by the prospect of losing a brother.

  Connor left without saying anything to either of them. He packed in a hurry and the bang of the back door indicated his departure. Tanya was a little stunned it was all over that quickly. She wondered how her and Brent's relationship would be after this. Would they would be stronger because of the experience or not? There were no clear answers that Tanya could find before she managed to drift off to sleep. Tanya was at least happy to know that, when she did wake up, Brent would be there waiting for her.

  Chapter Fifteen: The Break

  Brent and Tanya slowly settled into a normal routine in the days following Connor's departure. At first Tanya didn't have the words to approach Brent about how he was feeling. His brother had just taken off for the UK to help set-up his clothing line launch there. They were still on very bad terms. It hadn't needed to end the way it did, but Connor had developed feelings for Tanya. Tanya declined when Connor asked her to go with him to the UK. Despite her feelings for him, it wasn't possible for her to leave Brent behind. Connor had been neither happy nor understanding about it. As time went on, neither had Brent; instead, his anger with the issue only grew. Connor's reaction was different somehow and as time went one more concerning. Tanya had more pressing matters such as Brent's emotional state to deal with.

  When Tanya finally found the words she needed, she approached Brent the following day and asked him how he was taking the whole thing. She also asked him if there was anything he felt was left unresolved or if there was anything that he wanted to talk about. Brent had visibly thought about it before giving her a less-than-enthusiastic response. He was bent over the pool table, staring down his pool stick at the Q ball. Brent continued considering his shot and then answered her.

  “I guess it just irks me that Connor is all-around the most selfish person I have ever met,” Brent said. He emphasized his point with a flick of his wrist. Tanya followed the path of the solid purple ball as it sunk into the intended pocket. Her attention returned to Connor as he let go of his feelings.

  “He didn't need to press it to a confrontation like that. He could have gone overseas for a few months, settled things down over there by helping the launch, and then come back to live again like everything was normal. But instead he had to turn it into some big to-do. I don't really understand that. I don't get ruining a good thing. But that's kind of what Connor does. He takes something that isn't all about him and makes it completely about him. I can't even ask him why because he doesn't get it.”

  Brent's arm jerked forward, driving the pool stick into the Q ball. The all-white ball, splotched blue from the chalk, jerked across the table and grazing the side of the six ball, shooting it into the left corner pocket.

  “I want you to know that I never knew that it was going to be like that,” Tanya said, trying to be sincere. “I had no idea of his intentions, I mean. I thought we were all on board.”

  The Q ball bounced off the far wall of the pool table and rolled back in front of Brent. He drew a bead on and reared his arm back, steadying it to snap forward. Just when Tanya was readying herself for the crack of one ball against another, Brent's posture slouched and he stilled instead. He took a long breath before regarding Tanya.

  “I don't mean to be a dick right now, but the threesome did start off as an affair,” he said.

  Tanya stepped back, aghast. Brent has never been so direct before. His attitude was worse than when he had discovered her and Connor together. It was less confrontational but more emotional at the same time. She didn't even know how to respond. Tanya found a little anger of her own breaking through the speechless shock. How could she not take that comment as dickish?

  “After all of what we just went through you want to take something like that and throw it in my face?!” she cried. “We both made mistakes earlier in our marriage. I am trying to have a serious conversation with you and instead throw that back at me!” Tanya's nerves had her on the offensive as she jumped Brent. This was originally meant to comfort him, not upset him.

  “I didn't mean to start a fight,” Brent said. “I was just trying to make the point that this entire thing didn't exactly start with the best of intentions. And yes, I get that maybe I left out some parts of my past. I also understand that I was not the model husband at first, but you have to admit we moved pretty fast. Not that I regret where we are now as a couple. I wouldn't take any of that back. I like what we've been and where we came from, believe me. And I love how we met.”

  Tanya started pacing back and forth while Brent stood there rambling. He stood with his pool stick held loosely at his side him. His defeated demeanor and words didn't work to calm like she'd hoped.

  “So let me get this straight,” Tanya said. “You want to bring up something that is in a huge gray zone, a gray zone that we both consented to, because you think that now is the right time to really drive home a point that you are a martyr in all of this. Basically, it's all my fault. You had nothi
ng to do with it. Nothing at all.”

  “That's not at all what I'm trying to get at,” Brent retorted. He opened his mouth to start speaking again but Tanya cut him off.

  “Oh, please, Brent,” Tanya fumed. “I think it's pretty evident what is going on in your head. This is how it always goes with you in an enlargement. You act like we are in front of judge and jury and you’re the court reporter standing by to record every little thing we say just so that it can be read back later. You measure out every little piece of analogy and verbiage that you want to spew before it leaves your tongue just so you are a step ahead of me if I try to throw it back in your face.”

  Brent turned back to the pool table and hit the Q ball in a smooth motion so hard the pool stick shivered with a vibration so intense the piece of wood seemed have come alive, then it made a sharp crack as it split down the center.

  “God damn it!” Brent said throwing the broken stick aside. “That was one of my best sticks!”

  “Oh, who gives a good God damn a fucking pool sticks?” Tanya said. “We are having a serious argument right now. Your deflecting the argument is just going to piss me off.”

  As Brent's whole body huffed in anger he looked over at Tanya. Strangely, Tanya couldn't stop herself from thinking of how good he looked just then. His strong arms braced against the table. Looking pumped up as he ran a hand through his golden hair.

  “You know something, woman?” Brent said, surprising her. His thoughts were not far off from hers. Tanya welcomed the three hundred and sixty turnaround. “You are damn sexy when you get this angry.”

  “Don't try to make this some kind of suave moment where you turn aside the argument with a few glib clichés like it makes everything better,” Tanya replied, although she was having a hard time remembering what the argument was even about. Brent's piercing blue eyes had her locked in a predatory gaze as he walked closer. His fingertips left the felt of the table to glide along her arm. Tanya felt a chill grow threw her body as they reached her neck. She allowed Brent to bend her neck to the side. He nibbled his way to her collarbone. His lips brushing light kisses in between. The contrast of sensations had Tanya on edge. She could feel her panties dampening in anticipation.