by Elle Everton
Bennett growls. “I’d hardly call it ostentatious. At least not compared to that gaudy penthouse you live in.”
I roll my eyes. “Sam, what Bennett means is thank you.”
Both of them glare at me, and for a minute I wonder if I’ve overstepped my bounds. I pull a trick from my diner hat and bat my eyes at them.
Thankfully both Sam and Bennett soften. Sam chuckles softly.
“It’s not a bad place,” Sam admits. I’ll take that as a win. “Did you change the layout around? I thought the dining area used to be in this main space?”
Bennett looks quizzically at him and Sam blushes. He actually blushes.
“I saw the spread in Architectural Digest,” he confesses. “I checked it out … for business purposes, of course.”
“Of course,” Bennett says, with a smile, and then they start discussing the magazine and the work Bennett went through to build this place. I can’t say I share their interest in property development, so I wander over to the windows and look out at Bennett’s land. I can’t quite see the beach from here, because of a thick layer of palm trees, but I can almost hear it, the ocean roaring loudly in the dark.
I take a sip of my white wine, and then suddenly feel a set of lips graze against my bare shoulder.
I gasp, then turn around and see Bennett standing there.
“Thought we lost you,” he says, with a sexy smile.
I want to return his smile, but I can’t help glancing over at Sam. I expect to see his eyes flash with jealousy, but instead he just smiles at me. I relax a hair and smile at both of them.
“Just admiring the view. Maybe we can take a walk on the beach after.”
“Maybe,” Bennett says magnanimously. He trails his fingers along my bare shoulder and I shiver under his touch. There’s a fire in his eyes, and I can’t help but remember the sinful session we had here the other day. For the first time, I find myself wishing Sam wasn’t here so that Bennett could just take me to bed and fuck me senseless again.
I sneak another peek at Sam over Bennett’s shoulder, and find him looking at me just as hungrily. Of course, that just makes me think of how heated things got on his boat this week.
How can I choose between these two men? Both so perfect, both so gorgeous, both such amazing lovers …
Oh well — luckily I don’t have to choose right now. For this month, I get to enjoy both of them.
“Are you hungry?” Bennett asks. I can’t take my eyes off his pillowy lips when he speaks.
I lick my lips and nod. Not for food, but that’ll do for now.
Bennett leads us into a formal dining room, which turns out to be already set up for an elaborate meal.
Bennett pulls a seat out for me, and then motions for Sam to sit across from me.
“Do you need any help?” I ask, before I sit.
Bennett shakes his head. He hits a button on the wall and then sits at the head of the table, between us.
“No, my people will take care of everything. It’s sweet of you to ask, though.”
I grin ruefully. “Diner training. It’s coded into my DNA now to carry food when it needs to be carried.”
Bennett smiles. “I hope when you get the money from the auction, you’ll be able to quit that job and find something you really love.”
“If I get the money from the auction,” I correct him. I look pointedly between him and Sam. “That money is still contingent on the three of us making it through this month alive, remember?”
Bennett waves his hand. “Don’t worry about that, Lila.”
I raise my eyebrows. He suddenly sounds very confident. Maybe he’s coming around to Sam?
“Oh?”
“Of course. Regardless of what happens with Orchid, I’m more than happy to make sure you’re fairly compensated for your time this month.”
“Me too,” Sam chimes in, glaring at Bennett.
Oh. I fight back a wave of disappointment. For a second I dared to think they were actually getting along, but it turns out they’re just happy to throw money at the problem.
“Well,” I say forcing a smile. “Let’s just see what happens.”
We’re interrupted then by a pair of discrete servers who slip into the room with plates of salad and bottles of wine. Once we have our food, the conversation flows surprisingly easily. Bennett and Sam talk about LA restaurants, and they even manage not to snap at each other when one or the other suggests taking me to try a place they love.
The courses fly by, and we’re treated to dish after dish of decadent food. The wine makes me feel warm and tingly, and looking back and forth between Bennett and Sam does nothing to lessen that feeling. For a few minutes, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
When dinner is over, I don’t want the feeling to end.
“Nightcap?” I suggest hopefully, as Bennett stands up from the table.
“I don’t think so,” he says. “I think I’d prefer to take you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
I swallow. My skin flushes.
Bennett turns to Sam. “Well, I won’t say it’s been a pleasure, but it’s been …something. I hope you won’t be offended if I ask you to leave now. Actually, scratch that — I really don’t care if you’re offended.”
Sam stands up from the table, glaring at Bennett.
“I don’t think so,” he growls. “Lila wanted to spend time with both of us tonight. So don’t think I’m going to throw in the towel just because you’ve got a hard-on for her.”
I rub my temples. Not this again. Just when I thought we were starting to make progress.
Bennett raises his eyebrows. “As you know, this is my house. All I have to do is call security and they’ll have you escorted out of here in thirty seconds flat.”
Sam is standing right in front of Bennett now.
“Not if I kick the shit out of you first, asswipe.”
Asswipe. I’m at the end of my rope with their juvenile behavior.
“Both of you listen,” I start, but neither of them are listening. Bennett reaches out and shoves Sam, hard, pushing against his chest.
“I’d like to see you try…” he grits.
“Think I can’t?” Sam asks, steadying himself and getting up in Bennett’s face again.
I stand up, trying to get between them. “Stop it. Both of you, stop this.”
They’re paying exactly zero attention to me. Not quite how I expected my magical evening to go — I expected to have two men lavishing attention on me, not two men ignoring me for the sake of their own puffed up egos.
So I do the only thing I can think of to redirect their attention to me.
I strip my dress off.
Chapter 15
Bennett
I’m so focused on Sam and how much I want to punch his smug face that I don’t even notice what Lila’s doing. It isn’t until Sam tears his eyes away from mine and gets that stupid hangdog look that I finally glance over at her.
My jaw drops. She’s standing there in a strapless black bra and tiny black lacy panties. Her creamy skin glows under the chandelier in the dining room. My cock instantly twitches. God. Even as mad as I am right now, she can still draw my attention.
I lick my lips and swallow, then sneak a glance at Sam. His breath is coming shorter now, and I know it isn’t the adrenalin of our verbal sparring. Lila is fucking gorgeous, and he’d be an idiot not to see that.
And as much as I hate Sam Baines, I can at least admit he’s not an idiot.
“Well, I see that finally got your attention,” Lila says, pursing her lips.
I feel a rush of shame. Here I am, having dinner with the most gorgeous woman in the world, and I’ve been focused on this asshole the whole time. I might curse the day Sam Baines entered my life, but I don’t have to let him ruin my night too.
“Let’s go, Lila,” I bark. “I’m taking you upstairs.” I hate the hungry way Sam is looking at her right now, but Lila seems nonplussed.
“Why don’t you just take a hint, junior?” I growl back, turning back to him. “You’re not wanted here.”
“Hey!” Lila snaps again. I turn back to see her reaching behind her back, unclasping her bra. She lets it fall away from her body and her gorgeous tits spill forth.
Her nipples are already hard, pebbled into rosy little buds. Fuck. I can already taste them between my teeth, can already hear the little mewling noises she makes when I suck her nipples. My cock is turning to steel.
Sam breathing hard beside me. No fucking way. He doesn’t get to see this.
The caveman part of my brain takes over and I take two steps towards Lila and then scoop her up into my arms. I throw her over shoulder, fireman-style.
“Lila, I’m sorry, but you’re torturing me. Goodnight, Sam.”
I leave the dining room with Lila over my shoulder. She kicks her feet against my back and hammers on my chest.
“Bennett, put me down,” she pants.
“Sorry, fox. I want you too badly. I need you to ride my cock, and I need it now.”
She stops fighting, her own breath coming fast and hard against my shoulder. God, I’m going to enjoy this.
I’m so focused on carrying her upstairs to my room that I fail to notice that Sam is hot on my heels. It isn’t until I set Lila down on my bed that I turn and find him still standing there.
“What the fuck, man? Can’t you see this is a private moment? Play time is over.”
“Oh, I don’t know — I’d say play time is just beginning,” Lila says. I look down at her, sprawled on my bed. She’s still got those little panties on, but otherwise her perfect body is naked and ready for me.
“Bennett, look at me,” she whispers. Her voice is throaty and raw. “Focus on me.”
Everything else in the room — even Sam — seems to melt away when I look at her. She’s the picture of feminine perfection, with her luscious red locks weaved into a loose braid, her full tits rosy with arousal, that tiny scrap of lacy fabric all that separates me from her sweet center.
I crawl onto the bed with her, straddling her thighs. My dick is straining against my pants, pushing the fabric into a taut tent. Lila runs her small palm across the bulge, and I groan. I’m utterly captivated by her, this little nymph, this fox.
Lila reaches up and slowly starts unbuttoning my shirt. I can’t take my eyes off of her as her slim fingers make quick work of the buttons. She slides it down over my shoulders and I shrug it off completely.
When her hands slip down to my belt, and then my zipper, I tense.
“Sam, you need to leave. Now.”
“Fuck you.” His voice sounds far away, even though he’s standing only a few feet away from me. “I’m only leaving if Lila wants me to.”
I grit my teeth. Part of me wants to pummel him, throw him bodily out of my home — but the other part of me can’t tear myself away from Lila’s gaze, from her soft little puffs of breath.
“Lila?” I prod when she doesn’t answer.
Only she still doesn’t answer. Instead she puts her hand behind my neck and pulls my lips to hers. I thrust my tongue past her lips, showing her with my kiss that she belongs to me, whether Sam is here or not.
Lila kisses me just as passionately, running her hands across the planes of my chest and scraping her nails over my nipples. This time, when her hands drop down to my zipper, I don’t stop her.
She pushes my pants and underwear down over my hips and grasps my shaft in her small hand. I groan and thrust my hips towards her.
Somewhere in the background, I’m aware of Sam moving to sit in a chair near the edge of the bed. I let him fade away — right now there is only Lila and her hand stroking my cock.
I burrow my face between her breasts, savoring the intimate moment between us, even if Sam is watching. I swirl my tongue around her pert pink nipples and then nip at them the way I know she likes.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I breathe into her neck as she giggles. Goosebumps from my tender touch prickle on her skin. I kiss my way down across her flat stomach and run my tongue along her bellybutton. I take the edge of her panties between my teeth and gently start to tug them down.
She helps me by lifting her hips and squirming out of the lacy fabric. When she’s finally naked I sit back on my heels, admiring the gorgeous woman in front of me.
“You’re so wet,” I groan as I watch her slowly open her legs, exposing her glistening pussy. “You like this, don’t you? You dirty girl. You like having him here watching us.”
Lila just smiles softly. When she glances over at Sam, I do too. He’s sitting in the chair near my window, leaning back and watching us. I can’t read the expression on his face, but I can definitely read the raging erection that’s tenting his pants.
I swallow. I don’t want to admit it, but it’s turning me on to have him here. I’ve never had an audience before, and that’s part of it — but somehow, knowing that the guy I hate more than anything is going to watch me fuck the girl he wants is what pushes me over the edge. My dick is as hard as it’s ever been, like a lead pipe between my legs.
I rub Lila’s inner thighs for a few moments, savoring the feel of her soft skin and the way she squirms in front of me. I like teasing her, drawing out the moment until her pleasure sensors are absolutely wild.
When she’s whimpering in front of me, begging me to touch her pussy, I glance over at Sam. He’s leaning forward now, with one hand on his groin. He rubs his cock through his pants.
Well, if he wants a show, I’ll give him one.
I move my head between Lila’s legs, grazing soft kisses against her bare skin. She quivers beneath me as another wave of goosebumps surge over her skin.
I move to the mound of her pussy and kiss it softly, then trail my tongue along the folds of her pussy lips. I use one hand to pull apart her lips and then flick my tongue over her exposed clit.
“Oh, God, Bennett,” she breathes out and arches her back.
I grin in satisfaction. Hear that, Sam? That’s me making her moan.
“Baby, I’m just getting started,” I give her a sly grin before I go back between her legs.
I run my tongue over the tender folds of her pink pussy lips. She’s warm, wet and smells amazing. Her sweet nectar is already starting to pool against my tongue, and she hasn’t even reached the brink of orgasm yet. I lap up every drop of sweet cream that I can, alternating between suckling at her clit and thrusting my tongue into her channel.
Lila grips the sheets as she edges closer and closer to climax. I slide two fingers inside her, flicking them upwards against her soft walls. I want her to release her sweet juices all over me. I need it. I want Sam to watch me make her come, to see how her body belongs to me.
She grabs the back of my head and pushes me further in between her legs as I furiously suck and lick her swollen pussy. Her thighs are shaking with desire and the oncoming orgasm.
“That’s it, fox,” I murmur against her soft wet heat. “Come for me.”
She explodes then. I hold her hips as she thrashes and rocks. I keep sucking on her clit and fingering her pussy while her body convulses. She’s screaming now, my name on her lips, over and over and over, like a prayer.
When the climax finally subsides, I sit back on my heels again. I gaze down at Lila. Her creamy white skin is flushed pink and glistens with a fine sheen of sweat. There’s a wet spot on my sheets, right between her legs, and it’s better than any blue ribbon prize.
So is the adoring way she’s gazing up at me.
“I’m going to fuck you now, my little fox,” I growl, leaning over to kiss her swollen lips.
“God, yes.” She moves her lips to the shell of my ear and whispers. “Let’s give him a good show.”
I glance over at Sam and do a double-take. He’s undone his pants and he’s gripping his hard cock in his fist. He strokes it slowly as he watches me and Lila. For a second I can’t take my eyes off the sight. Even Lila’s naked waiting body doesn’t draw my gaze away. I’m zeroed in on his cock — at the bulging purple head, at the glistening drop of fluid on the tip, at the way his fingers are wrapped so tight he looks like he could literally squeeze an orgasm out of it.
After a second, Sam realizes I’m watching him. His eyes lift to meet mine and we just stare at each other. There’s so much in there — hatred, rivalry, distrust — but a whole layer of other things too. Lust. Desire. Arousal.
Fuck. Way too much to parse right now.
I grab Lila’s hips. My pants are still pushed down around my thighs, but I can’t be bothered to take them off. Instead I push the throbbing tip of my swollen prick into her pussy, moving the outer lips gently apart. She moans as I start to sink inside of her.
I let out a grunt and a groan as I push myself all the way into her tight cunt, burrowing and burying my pulsing cock as deep as it can go, all the way up to my balls.
“Fuck me hard,” she pleads and pulls me towards her. I rock on top of her, slowly at first as she grabs my ass cheeks.
We’re naked, sweaty and filled with a kind of animal lust that I’ve never experienced before. Her head is tilted back, exposing her creamy throat. Moans escape her lips, filling the room with the sound of her siren wail.
I slam into her, over and over, so hard I’m worried she’s going to be bruised tomorrow. But she only wraps her legs tighter around me.
“Fuck, Bennett, harder. Deeper.”
I hear a groan that doesn’t come from Lila, and I glance over at Sam to see him fucking himself. He’s pumping his fist hard and fast, keeping time with my thrusts. He’s swollen and hard, and his cock looks ready to explode.
Fuck. Why is that so fucking hot?
I turn back to Lila and look down at the place we’re joined. My dick slams into her, disappearing into her tight pussy before emerging again, slick with her juices. That’s fucking hot too. I grab her knees, and push them up and outwards, spreading her even wider so I can watch her swollen pussy as I pound her.
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