by Jenika Snow
She had to stop right there or she was going to do something very embarrassing, like throw herself at them and beg them to do all the dirty things she knew they were capable of.
“Okay,” she exhaled, and found herself walking back into the pool house to find a suit. It should have irked her that they had extra swimsuits, like they were storing them up for their fuck-buddies, but she knew they hosted parties so it wasn’t too farfetched that they had extra clothing lying around. She picked the skimpiest one, because really, if she was going to be forced to swim with the half-naked McKnight brothers, she was going to make sure she was showing an equal amount of skin.
Chapter Four
Ian and Max were already in the pool when she emerged. She had a towel around her waist, cursing herself for actually picking the suit she had. She was no better than those damn sluts and their triangle-top bathing suits. When they heard her approach they stopped talking and turned to look at her. Neither one of them spoke until her feet curved around the lip of the pool and she took off the towel. Ian’s strangled cough and then Max’s throat clearing had a smile tugging at her lips. She was glad they weren’t immune to her.
“Damn, girl.” Ian ran a hand over his hair, his bicep bulging. “I had no idea you were hiding a body like that under your clothes.” Sometimes she could see the youthfulness of him come out, like he wasn’t one half of a billion-dollar company.
“Ian, manners,” Max spoke sternly but he never took his eyes off of her. In fact, his eyes continued to move up and down her body, stopping several times to stare at her breasts and then her pussy, which was barely covered by a white inverted triangle of cloth.
“Don’t act like you don’t see what’s right in front of you. The girl is smokin’ hot. She’s tiny as hell but her legs go on for miles. Fucking. Miles.”
Max didn’t respond but his hand was running over his jaw, back and forth. Lola dipped her foot in the water and shivered. “The water is freezing.” Changing the subject seemed like a good idea since Ian was starting to embarrass her. She had never thought her body anything special, but the way these two were looking at her made her feel like she was beautiful, maybe even better looking than the Barbie twins.
Max and Ian splashed water on her at the same time and she cried out before laughing. “You assholes!” As soon as she said it they stopped and stared at her and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Did she really just call her bosses that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Max swam over to the edge, his face a mask of serious composure. “Come here, Miss ... Shyne.” Oh shit. She took a few hesitant steps toward Max and when he gestured for her to come closer she bent at the waist, knowing he was about to fire her. It was her own damn fault, though. When would she ever learn to keep her mouth shut?
He lifted his hand and gripped her wrist so fast she didn’t know what his intentions were until she was flying through the air and doing a belly flop in the water. When her head surfaced and she gasped for air, she called Max every curse word she could think of, including a few she made up. Hair was stuck in every which way on her face she shoved it out of her eyes and glared over at him. Max was laughing his ass off and Ian scowled at him, swimming over to her and slinging his arm across her shoulders.
“You had it right the first time, Lola. He is a massive asshole.” Ian started laughing, which in turn made Max laugh harder. It was like a domino effect, and before long she too was giggling. Giggling! When in the hell did she start giggling?
Scooping water in her palm, she pushed the water toward Max and grinned wider when he choked on a mouthful. She screamed when Ian grabbed her by the waist and tossed her in the air. Her arms and legs flapped around for a split second before she flopped back into the water.
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Half an hour later and the water had since warmed -- either that, or she had just gotten used to it. Lola sat on one of the cement steps as she watched Ian climb out and head into the house.
“You guys want to eat inside or out here?” He stopped and looked over his shoulder at them. A towel was wrapped around his waist and fell to his knees. It looked like he had nothing on underneath, and she couldn’t help but picture him nude under that strip of terrycloth. All big and just … hanging there.
“In.” Ian nodded at Max and then disappeared inside. She leaned back against the steps and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her face. It felt so good to be outside and just absorb the heat.
Water lapping at her chest had her opening her eyes. They widened when she realized Max was right in front of her, his big body looming over hers. He was so wide, with shoulders so muscular that a shadow covered her. Her breath stalled and her pulse quickened. “What are you doing?” She whispered, not trusting her voice to go any higher, especially since his mouth was so close to hers.
“What are you talking about?” His voice was a whisper as well and she didn’t miss how he kept looking down at her mouth. “I’m just talking to you.”
“You’re awfully close.” The air came out of her in fast pants and she prayed he didn’t notice the effect he had on her.
“I know,” he moved in another inch, “but you like it like that.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Wh-What makes you think that?” Was that her voice, all husky and needy?
“Just admit that you want me, Lola.” His eyes were on her mouth now, completely focused on her lips.
Her heart was beating so fast she wondered if he could hear it, or if he could see her pulse beating frantically at the base if her neck. Did she dare admit that to him? It seemed dangerous to show her vulnerability, but at the moment she wasn’t thinking clearly. All she could think about was what he would taste like. His scent was clean, fresh. Leaning in, she stopped right before their lips touched. His breathing was heavy and fast and she smiled slowly. Yeah, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“Maybe you should admit that you want me?” Why in the hell was she playing with fire? Even as this thought slammed home, she also couldn't deny that getting burned by them would feel damn good.
Chapter Five
Max’s mouth was on hers as soon as the words left her lips. His kiss was firm, demanding, just like the man himself. Groaning, Lola threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Kissing him was so much better than anything she had ever imagined. His tongue stroked first her top and then her bottom lip, teasing her until she opened and he could slip inside. His kiss tasted tangy with a little bite to it, like he had taken a shot of whiskey. It was potent, yet addicting.
“God, Lola, your mouth is so soft, so fucking sweet. I could kiss you all day.” He spoke in-between nibbling and sucking at her lips, causing them to swell as the blood rushed to the surface.
She tilted her head and opened her mouth wider, urging him to slip his tongue back inside, tease her own. He didn’t disappoint and she moaned, pulling him closer and closer until it was like their bodies were fused. She spread her legs and he moved his hips into the cradle of hers until she felt the hard, expansive length of his cock press against her pussy. The very thought that only a few pieces of thin material separated his shaft from sliding into her pussy made her clit tingle and her nipples bead. Legs now wrapped around his hips, Lola rested her heels right above his firm ass and tugged him closer until he was grinding all that hard male length against her.
His hand cupped her breast and massaged the globe. His grip tightened and then loosened. Tightened and then loosened. It was a crazed sensation, and when he took his other hand and mimicked what he was doing to her other breast, Lola made a small mewling noise in the back of her throat. A little voice in the back of her head reared up, telling her what she was doing was wrong on so many levels. This was her boss, for fuck’s sake.
She pulled back from their kiss and sighed as he continued to squeeze her tits. “Wait. Max, we have to stop.” He kissed the side of her mouth and made a slow trail down her neck. When his mouth started sucking on her pulse point she let her head fa
ll back. Everything drifted from her mind except what he was doing to her. It just felt too good to think about anything else.
“This feels too good to stop, baby.” His head continued to makes its way lower until he pulled her top down. Her breasts sprang free, swaying slightly as their restriction no longer bound them. The sound of Max groaning and then latching his mouth onto her nipple caused her to thrust her chest out, shoving as much of the turgid flesh in his mouth as possible.
“Fuck, Lola.” Scraping his teeth across her flesh, he slid his hands down to cup her ass. He thrust his hips forward at the same time he slipped his hands beneath the bottom of her bikini. His hands ran across her bare bottom and she dug her nails into his back. There was no doubt in her mind that there were little crescent marks on his skin. “I am so fucking hard for you, baby. I could drive nails through steel with my cock right now.” The vibrations from his voice on her breasts sent a shot of electricity straight to her clit. “I bet you’d want me to fuck you good and hard right now, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you would. You’d spread these pretty legs and let me shove my dick right up your cunt.” He groaned at his own words and started biting her flesh, drawing it deeper into her mouth until she felt her nipple become long, swollen with need.
Little pants left her at the eroticism of his words. “We should stop.” It sounded lame, even to her own ears. Lola honestly meant to stop all of this, but the pleasure was too addicting. “This is wrong, right?” He made a sound against her body but didn’t make a move to stop. She felt his fingers pull her ass cheeks apart and slip between them, running the pad along her anus and causing chills to race up her spine. She wasn’t a stranger to anal, and if she was being honest she secretly loved a good, hard dick fucking her ass.
“God damn it, Max! I thought we fucking talked about this.” Lola’s eyes snapped open and she gasped when Max slid his finger into her asshole. The fact that Ian had just caught them, yet Max felt the need to keep going, didn’t deter her. No, it turned her on even more.
“We said we were going to go slow and talk her into it. Fucking hell, Max. You couldn’t even keep your damn dick in your trunks while I stepped out for five fucking minutes.” Ian sounded pissed, but from what he was saying Lola almost thought he was jealous that Max started without him. But that couldn’t be right. Could it? The very idea that both brothers wanted her, quite possibly at the same time, had her pussy creaming something violent.
Chapter Six
Max groaned against her chest and lifted his head to glare at Ian. “What the fuck, dude?”
“What do you mean, ‘what the fuck’?” Ian’s face was becoming a dark shade of red and Lola tried to disengage herself from Max, but he wouldn’t have any of it. “You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
“Um, guys, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on. Mind filling me in?” She pushed on Max’s chest and he finally let her go, but not before he squeezed her ass one more time. She climbed the steps to get out and grabbed her towel. When she had it wrapped around her body she sat down on one of the chairs and waited for one of them to explain.
Ian blew out a breath and pulled one of the lounge chairs in front of her. After a second Max did the same. It took a minute for them to talk but finally after she glared at them long enough they spoke. “Listen, we were going to take things slow with you, work you up to the idea, but my dumb fuck of a brother decided to jump in dick first.” Max scowled at Ian and his choice of words.
“Ian, if I didn’t think she wanted it I would have never made the move.”
“You should have waited for me so we could have talked to her first.”
Lola watched the brothers bicker, confused and stunned to see the normally tight-leashed billionaires arguing over what they should and shouldn’t have done in regards to her. She had no clue what was going on, but she was going to find out.
“Hold on a minute.” She held her hand up and waited until they stopped their personal conversation and finally remembered she was sitting right in front of them. “Can one of you please tell me what you guys are talking about?”
Max and Ian looked at each other for a suspended second before they looked back at her. “We want you, Lola. We both want you, at the same time.” They spoke in unison, as if they had rehearsed exactly what they planned on saying to her if they ever got the chance.
For a moment she was stunned, speechless. They stared at her as if they were afraid she would bolt. A part of her couldn’t believe they had told her they wanted to have a threesome with her. How many times had she thought about this moment, and fantasized about doing what they wanted? Too many times.
“You want me? Both of you?” She could hear them both swallow and then they nodded their response in unison. “Like, you want me?” Oh, she knew what they were asking, but she wanted them to be crystal clear.
“Lola,” Ian leaned forward, “my brother and I want to fuck you. At the same time.”
Max’s eyelids dropped and he murmured, “We want to do filthy things to you, Lola. Will you let us?”
“We can go to one of the bedrooms and get lost in each other. We can make you scream.” Ian’s equally low words had her pussy clenching. She had no doubt they could and would deliver on all their promises.
Her whole body heated at the way Max and Ian spoke to her, like their words were liquid sex and they wanted to paint her with them. She was oh-so-tempted to take them up on their offer, but reality set in. She wanted them badly, but all she could think about was hearing them fucking this morning and every weekend before that -- not to mention them with the Barbie twins, just hours before.
“Is that what you see me as, just another hole to fuck?” Anger was starting rise and she didn’t know why. Did she actually expect them to see her any differently? This was what she wanted, to have them both desire her, but when she was actually faced with it all she felt was used. They didn’t see her any differently than the numerous women they’d screwed.
“Where the hell is this coming from?” Confusion was clear on Max’s face and then Ian said, “Lola, why are you mad? I know you want us. Hell, you were all but fucking Max in the pool.”
She wasn’t going to even try and deny that yes, she did want them, but she wasn’t a fool, either. “You’re right, I do find both of you attractive, but what woman doesn’t?” She stood and wrapped the towel tighter around her body. “I see how you guys live -- well, on the weekends at least. I don’t think I would be okay with just being another woman you fuck on the weekends.” She gave them both a smile. “Besides, I’m just the housecleaner.” Embarrassment flowed through her and she hurried away from them. Damn, she should have known she would fuck that up. Now they probably thought her some kind of freak, or worse, a cock tease. She had made out with and dry-humped Max, and when they told her they wanted her she freaked and ran away, like a wimp.
Letting out a breath, she stepped into the pool house and took the towel off. The air conditioner blasted ice-cold air on her, and goose bumps popped along her flesh. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and she squeaked in surprise. She hadn’t realized one of them had followed her in. Warmth from his body seeped into hers and the chills were raced away.
“We didn’t mean to scare you off, baby.” Ian’s sweet, warm breath whispered against her ear. “You won’t be a conquest for us, Lola. You aren’t one.” His lips glided over the shell of her ear and she let her walls crumble just a little. Letting herself feel Ian like this melted all of her good intentions away.
“How can I believe that? If we did this, it would ruin everything.” Her feelings were strung too tight regarding the McKnight brothers. She didn’t know if they did brush her off after it was all said and done if she would be able to handle it. Then there was the little matter concerning her job. How in the hell would she be able to come to work, and hear them through the walls after what they did together? Or worse, what if they fired her after they got what they wanted? All of these thoughts were helping her make the s
mart decision to stay away, but Ian continued to kiss and nibble at her flesh. Slowly, with each kiss, he was taking a sledgehammer to that wall she’d erected around herself.
“Nothing will be ruined, baby. Us being together will only make things better.” His tongue stroked along the tip of her ear and she shivered. “Don’t you trust me? Trust us?”
Did she trust them? It wasn’t like they had any kind of relationship outside of a professional one, well, not until today anyway. She still couldn’t believe they wanted her -- wanted this. And even if they had wanted her for so long, why just now say something? Why fuck all those other women knowing damn well she could hear, when she would be forced to clean up after them?
“Stop thinking and just feel. I can’t explain why we did the things we did. I can’t try and break down what monumental ass-hats we are. Believe me, Max and I have had this conversation more times than not. It always ended the same, with us deciding that there would never be anything between us. Up until today, you never showed any inkling that you wanted us, and we knew you could hear us with the other women from the very first day. There was no way we could just come up and admit we wanted you something fierce.” His arms wrapped tighter around her. “I was surprised when Max invited you in the pool, because we were both so hesitant concerning you. I’m glad he did say something, though. When you agreed to join us in the pool I could see a spark in your eyes. You’re a good liar, Lola, but when your defenses are down you can see right into your soul.” His hand snaked down and caressed her belly. “Then when I saw you with Max, I was pissed that he got to you first, but then you know what happened?”