by Talyn Scott
“Cora,” he whispered, taking a step forward.
Then another.
And another.
Before he knew what he was about, Julian was standing next to her, reaching out to touch the satiny skin of her shoulder. “Cora? What are you doing at the hotel so late?”
Her eyes widened. “I’m here for dinner, Mr. Easton.” She gestured to the outdoor bistro, and then to a man Julian hadn’t spotted before his trek over.
“Mr. Easton, hello.” The stranger held out his hand, waiting for Julian to shake it. “I’m Jeff Farren from the twelfth floor.”
What the hell? This man wasn’t Patrick. “Twelfth floor,” he repeated lamely and shook Jeff’s hand. “Accounting.” Julian finally remembered. “Great to meet you, Jeff.” He kept his eyes on Cora. “I hope you enjoy working for us.”
“I’ve been with the company for six years now,” Jeff replied, but not in the usual ass-kissing way of other, more eager employees. Jeff’s eyes kept flicking to Cora. And who could blame him for all the cleavage she was putting out there for the world to see.
“Did you want to join us for a drink?” Cora asked cordially though her eyes were anything but friendly. “We’re still waiting for our table.”
“I don’t want to interrupt.” Julian’s inner caveman screamed for him to throw Cora over his shoulder and beat his fists against his chest. “Another time.”
“I’ll grab some wine.” Jeff inclined his head to the outdoor bar. “Goodnight, Mr. Easton.”
“Goodnight.” When Julian turned to Cora, he said, “I’ll get your table for you now.” He raised a hand to call the host, but Cora pressed her fingertips against his arm.
“Don’t pressure the staff on my behalf,” she whispered, “but thanks anyway.”
“Just trying to help.”
Something struck Julian as he gazed down at this stunning woman, with the gaslight reflecting the curve of her cheek. All his adult life, he had treated women like queens, but he put them away gently when he finished playing. Now, he was on the other end of his game. He drooled after one who was not only too young, but also cared nothing for him. At least, now she didn’t. Then again, how could she just drop her lust this quickly?
Hmm, maybe he should test the theory.
Monday started a new workweek, and Jeff the leering accountant wouldn’t be on the top floor to interfere.
Game on.
“Enjoy your night, Cora.”
“Goodnight, Sir.”
Chapter 30
Vania strolled hand in hand with her men up the bay flanked walkway leading to Drake’s home. She stopped for a moment, taking in the twinkling lights dotting the water while studiously ignoring security watching them from a safe distance.
This was her life now. Being joined with business-tycoon-celebrities and all that went with them was a full-time job, not for the faint of heart. In the media, vultures painted a less than flattering picture of Vania whenever the mood struck.
Though her involvement with Alan Murphy was dismissed from the moment authorities Baker Acted him, Vania might be called to testify against him in court. This would only happen if the prosecutor needed more than Matt’s testimony. Even so, Evan and Drake assured her they owned the prosecutor. She didn’t know how to feel about that. But her men were fighting behind the scenes, undoubtedly greasing palms on her behalf, to keep Alan’s name disassociated with hers. Possibly her involvement would go unnoticed by the press. But even if it didn’t, the most important thing was that Alan’s upcoming trial was a formality. Whether in a sanitarium or a jail, Dr. Murphy would be put away for life. He’d never touch her again.
“Payton and Libby are fun.”
“They enjoyed having dinner with you,” Evan assured her.
“I can’t believe I met the Noah Wyatt,” Vania teased, unable to resist hearing the simultaneous growls coming from Drake and Evan. “Is he in Sarasota for long?”
Evan shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Noah Wyatt’s a touchy subject, especially around Avery and Dylan.” Drake gave her a sidelong glance. “Now, I know why.”
“So Noah really lived in the firehouse?”
“Yes, with Libby and Payton before he moved on.”
“Moved on?” She laughed. “Left our stratosphere, you mean. I couldn’t get tickets to his last show. They sell out in minutes. Maybe —"
“I’m not taking you to his damn concert.”
“I’m not either,” Evan agreed, a muscle suddenly popping in his jaw.
She couldn’t resist pulling the pin from the grenade. “Libby and Payton should recreate Noah’s bedroom and charge for tours… or maybe set up the entire loft as a hostelry. The potential is mind-boggling. How many women would pay hard-earned money to sleep where —"
“Vania.”
She pulled out her phone, pretending to call Kris. “My sister will be so jealous when she finds out I had dinner with her BOB.”
“I thought that was slang for vibrators.”
“It is, but Kris named hers Noah Wyatt.”
“Oh, for the love of —"
“Holy crap!” Vania clapped her hands, nearly dropping her phone before putting it away. “When you said your bungalow was on the water, you really meant on the water. It floats!”
“It’s an illusion.” Drake smiled at her enthusiasm. “The bungalow appears to float though it’s stable.”
“Until we start rocking it,” Evan called after her.
“You have a wraparound porch.” Vania clutched her chest as she skipped forward. “It’s a swoon moment. Water views everywhere the eye touches.”
“You sound like a real estate commercial.”
“Maybe I should work in ads, then.” She stepped onto the front porch of a Tahitian hideaway nestled in Sarasota, Florida.
“We’ve been over this. You’re not changing companies, not even changing departments within our company,” Evan warned, coming up behind her.
“You won’t let me in the office. I’m bored.”
“Love,” Drake said, “you’re on extended medical leave until my doctor clears you.”
“I’m healthy.” Except when Dr. Murphy and his gleaming scalpel visited Vania in her nightmares. “And the operative word here is your doctor. I want a second opinion.”
“Here’s your second opinion,” Evan offered as they took the final steps to the bungalow. “Quit work altogether.”
“Pretending you didn’t say that so this moment isn’t ruined.” The beauty of Drake’s house nearly brought tears to her eyes.
“Yes, Evan,” Drake said. “Let’s pretend you didn’t insult her.”
“We travel,” Evan explained. “I want Vania with us.”
“First things first, though,” Drake said meaningfully, and then turned to Vania. “When are you moving in here with us?”
Her heart stopped for a second. “I didn’t say I was.” She blew out a breath. “Is that a lap pool on the back deck?”
“Yes, back to moving in, you were thinking about it,” Drake reminded. “Said you were flattered we asked, remember?”
“I’m always flattered around you two. The way you look at me sets my panties on fire. When I’m wearing them, that is.”
Evan took a strategic step towards her. “Are you wearing them now?”
“Yes, pretty ones.” She batted her eyelashes and walked to the first set of sliding doors. Vania peeked in and spotted the master suite. “That’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.”
“Baby, show me those panties.”
“If I do, they won’t stand a chance of staying on my ass.” She walked to the front door. “I want the full tour first.”
Drake reached in his pocket and pulled out a distinctive key ring from a designer she couldn’t afford. On the ring were a Mercedes fob and a single key. “For you,” he said, “that’s a key to the bungalow and the fob is for your new car.”
She blinked a couple of times.
“You okay
?” Evan asked warily.
“You bought me a Mercedes?” Vania’s knees buckled.
Luckily, Evan caught her. “Settle down.”
“But your driver takes me everywhere.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Drake smiled down at her. “You’ll need the car after the vultures become bored again.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Who cares about the car?” Evan found the tender skin below her jaw. “You need to use the house key every day and every night. Say, when you’re going to work, and then coming home.” His mouth nipped her ear, and Drake’s hand secured her hip. “Every day. Do you see the pattern here?”
“I do.” Losing Drake and Evan was an impossible thought. Love was growing among them, and they hadn’t given Vania a reason to doubt them. None at all, so… She jangled the key ring. “I’ll get the door. Make sure my key works so I won’t be stuck out here one night while you two are at the office working late.”
“I love you, Vania,” Evan whispered over her lips, “falling harder by the second.”
“I love you, too, Evan.”
Drake lifted her in his arms, a pleasure he enjoyed though she didn’t know how his back didn’t ache by now. “I love you, Mrs. Easton.”
“I love you, Drake. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“I can’t afford to think that way.”
“You can afford anything.”
“Not losing you, Vania, you’re priceless to us.”
She rubbed her fingers over Drake’s black stubble. Then Vania pursed her lips, second-guessing it. What Matt had done should no longer stand in her way. “Well, maybe we should talk about marriage though not tonight.”
Evan reached between Vania and Drake, stealing another kiss. “Sounds like we’ll be discussing the main event tomorrow.” When Vania swore under her breath, Evan ignored every fowl word and unlocked the bungalow’s door with her key. He held it open and Drake carried her over the threshold.
“This will give me some practice for our honeymoon.”
If she said the word, Vania knew both men would put a ring on her finger and order an Easton jet to head for Vegas. How flattering was that?
“There are other honeymoon facets we can practice,” Evan said as Drake kept walking. Their purposeful steps led them straight to the master bedroom. “That way, we know what we’re doing later, on the big day.”
Vania cracked up. “We need practice?”
“Yes, countless hours are necessary to get this right.” Drake set Vania down next to Evan. Their erections slid against her stomach and back before her feet hit the floor.
Evan lifted the hem of her jade sweater and pulled it over her head. Drake unfastened the catch on her raw silk pants and slowly lowered the zipper. He let them fall to her feet, leaving Vania standing in her solid black bra and sheer panties.
“I love to unwrap you.” Evan traced a line from her sternum to her stomach, ending at the top of her panties. “I wait all day for the privilege.”
Drake unhooked her bra. “You’re not the only one.”
Evan licked his lower lip and swiveled the tip of his index finger in her navel, his dark eyes half-lidded and starving for her.
Vania shivered, her breasts swelling for their touch.
When Vania’s bra hit the floor, joining her pants, Evan took a step back, his assessing gaze missing nothing from her head to her French-tipped toes. “Beautiful doesn’t cut it. You’re extraordinary.”
“Thank you.” She’d learned to hold up her head in spite of her imperfections. After all, they accepted and loved Vania unconditionally.
“You’re welcome.”
Drake placed his chin on her shoulder, his tanned hands coming around and circling her nipples lazily. She ran her fingers down Evan’s chest. But Vania stopped after she reached his bulge. A needy growl rumbled from his throat.
“I’m wondering if I should run,” she teased.
“Try it.”
“Hmm, maybe later.”
Drake nibbled up her throat, his erection rubbing against her back, and tilted her chin to mesh mouths. As his tongue slid against hers, taking and giving, Vania felt Evan’s scalding breath on her breasts.
While Drake kissed her, Vania arched her back and waited for Evan to suck her nipples. Nothing happened. Apparently, Evan was taking a moment to watch. This, she realized not long ago, was part of their unique relationship. Her men loved to participate, but also enjoyed watching. Either way, it turned Vania on to be the center of Evan and Drake’s attention.
Evan breathed, “I could stare at you all day, Baby.”
She moaned in Drake’s mouth before he pulled away from the kiss, his fingertips expertly plucking her nipples in opposing rhythm.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded, “both of you.”
Vania loosened Evan’s belt, sensing his stomach muscles tightening beneath her touch. Drake shucked his clothes from behind her while Evan opened his shirt, button by button.
“How does this feel?” He pressed against her back again. This time his hot, smooth skin was naked against hers, his sizable erection a scorching rod between them.
“Like one of the men I love,” she said, nuzzling against Drake.
“You are so soft,” Drake whispered against her nape, brushing his whiskers against the sensitive skin found there, “and delicious everywhere.” He flicked his tongue across her neck, tasting and groaning.
She reached out. “Come here, Evan Easton.” Evan’s heavy cock fell in her hand, the tip damp with his arousal. Vania brushed her thumb over the head, wondering why he’d taken out his piercing today, and spread its wetness on a particularly thick vein underneath. “You know I could orgasm by looking at you.”
“We’ll test that theory one day, but not tonight.” Evan took her mouth in a hungry kiss and weighed the breasts that Drake left hot and aching. “So full and lush and ours.”
Drake trailed Vania’s spine with kisses. He hooked his fingers at her hips and jerked down her panties. While they slid down her legs, he kissed a path in their wake. He kneeled to lick and taste the sensitive skin behind her knees.
Evan lowered in front of her. “Come here.” He took her right leg and hooked it over his shoulder. This opened her pussy wide to his gaze.
From behind, Drake pressed his hands on her ass, massaging in that familiar way he used whenever one of them gave her anal.
Evan separated her folds with his thumbs and licked her. He stared up Vania’s body and gauged every reaction, so he could sharpen his skills further to pleasure her. Every time she thought he knew everything, Evan startled her with another erotic revelation about herself.
Tonight would be no different.
Chapter 31
Vania groaned when Evan blew his breath over her wet flesh. Blood rushed to her clit and throbbed in time with her heartbeat. “Don’t tease me tonight.”
“We always take care of you.” Drake spread her buttocks wide, blew his breath on her anus, and stiffened his tongue to thrust inside her.
She jerked back.
Both men steadied her.
“Your pussy is so sweet.” Evan tongued her clit and plunged two fingers in her sex. “Fuck my face, Vania.”
“Yes, show us how much you need cock.”
She pressed down on Evan, sensing Drake’s face go deeper inside her back crevice. He delved his tongue in and out, forcing a cry from Vania.
Evan wallowed his rough whiskers on her pussy and sucked her clit while he pumped Vania with two fingers. Vania tamped allover body tingles to savor her orgasm the way Drake and Evan had taught her, but it wasn’t easy.
“There you go.” Evan lifted her one-handed and carried her to the oversized bed.
“I look like a sacrifice.” She spread her arms and legs on the silk duvet in snow angel fashion while Drake poured a finger of bourbon.
Evan prowled up the bed to her and trailed his fingers through her patch
of blonde curls. “More like a temptress we need to tie down.” He took her by the waist and flipped her over so she straddled him.
She squealed and placed her glasses carefully on the bedside table. “I think you’re going to get rough.”
“No.” Drake finished his drink and placed the empty tumbler next to her glasses. “We’re stepping up tonight with a new position we haven’t, um, utilized.”
Evan ran his hand up her thighs. “Turn around, reverse cowgirl.”
“That’s nothing new,” she said.
Drake leaned against the bedpost, his hand moving slowly down his rigid cock. “Listen to instructions and feel.” Moonbeams danced over Drake, illuminating the planes of his chest.
“You are an embodiment of one of my childhood dreams,” she told him.
“Which one?”
“Stuck in a candy store for the night with no way out. I can eat and lick to my heart’s desire and everything is too delectable to pass up.” She turned around as Evan had instructed. “That’s you.”
“And me?” Evan asked as he adjusted her knees on either side of his head, lining her mouth to his cock in typical sixty-nine fashion. “What dream am I?”
“You’re no dream.” She licked the head of his swollen cock, his hips bucking instantly. “You’re the little devil who sits on my shoulder and tempts me. I can’t say no because you’re too pretty.”
Evan gripped her ass, parted her pussy lips with his tongue, and licked her right back. “Don’t move.” He rummaged in the side drawer next to the bed. A second or two later, he inserted a well-lubed vibrator in her ass.
The toy felt similar to one Evan usually preferred with her. And although the vibrator was narrower than either Drake or Evan’s cock, when he flicked it on… “Oh!”
“That’s right. Let us hear you, Baby.”
“Ah,” she groaned around his cock, fisting his base so he wouldn’t get carried away and choke her. Then Vania took him slow and deep, exactly the way Evan liked it.