Gabriel picked up his can of beer. “Hard to believe it was a game. She seemed so real.”
“Just as well she isn’t real,” Cayle commented. “Dante was like a damn pointer dog from the moment he saw her. If she were real he’d never share.”
“Damn straight,” Dante said propping his feet up on the coffee table. “A woman like Anna is a keeper.”
“We could always play the game again,” Gabriel said with a sly glance at his brother. “Use the same settings.”
“Monday morning. Early,” Dante said. “The rest of our day is full with meetings. I’ve scheduled a meeting with the programmers for the afternoon and we have a conference call with the military chiefs.”
“We should test the game again to make sure we can revisit the same scenario,” Gabriel said with a furtive wink at Cayle.
“We can,” Dante said with confidence, his gut bucking with anticipation until he recalled he was lusting after a fantasy woman. “The programmer I spoke to mentioned we could. I’m pretty sure the game saved automatically.”
Cayle winked back at Gabriel. “Dante intended to sneak back without us.”
Dante snorted as much at himself as at his smartass cousin and brother. It was true. He’d fallen for a dream woman. What exactly did his crush say about his mental health?
“I’m looking forward to meeting the programmers,” Cayle said. “Three men and a woman you said?”
“Yeah,” Dante said. “There are bios for them in the office if you want to check them out.”
Gabriel shrugged. “I can wait until Monday. As long as they’re locked into a contract with us.”
Cayle set his can down. “They signed for a piece of the action, didn’t they?”
“Yeah,” Dante said. “Evidently they went to college together and have worked on the concept for a long time.”
“I can’t wait to meet them. I just hope I can understand what the hell they’re talking about,” Gabriel said with a rueful smile.
*****
Anna mulled over the game for the rest of the weekend, even during a double date with her friend Jenny. The date was a fizzer, but she decided to test the game again early on Monday morning before Greg and the others arrived at work.
With the game in mind, she dressed in a navy blue dress and boots for a change instead of baggy jeans and a sweater. When she paused at security the security man’s gaze zapped straight to her boobs. Anna sniffed. Men. Give them a whiff of large breasts and she could lead them around by their dicks.
In the control booth she checked the parameters, made a couple of adjustments to change the setting to a ranch. She also specified their names. She figured this way she wouldn’t need to search through crowds of people. With a deep breath she hit enter and sauntered through the doorway into the game.
She sensed the house was empty when she entered the den. Through an open window, she identified the bellow of cattle and heard the odd male curse. Somewhere a dog barked.
She explored the house, walking through the rooms and noting the Western art and sculpture of Kokopelli. Then she smelled a familiar aftershave. A muffled footstep behind her had Anna whirling around to face the newcomer. Dante. A broad smile spread across her face.
Dante. I—”
“Bedroom. Now, unless you want me to fuck you up against the wall.” Dante was ripping off his shirt and unfastening his belt as he issued the order. His hat fluttered to the floor.
Spellbound, Anna stared at the muscular chest he revealed. Tan skin and a light sprinkling of chest hair arrowed downward, disappearing beneath his jeans.
“If you don’t move I’m gonna think we can start straightaway.”
“Yes.” She’d take him any way she could. A desperate woman.
He chuckled, the masculine laugh doing a number on her knees. His hands shot out and, before she knew it, she dangled over his shoulder, viewing the hardwood floor.
“Dante!” she shrieked. “I’m too heavy for you to carry. You’ll hurt your back.” She didn’t want to discover if falling on her head would hurt.
Dante ignored her protests and stalked along the passage, pushing open the first door he came to. He dropped her onto the king-size bed and stepped back to yank off his boots.
Anna turned on her side to watch him avidly. So beautiful. Sexy. The bulge in his jeans attracted her attention. Oh yeah. Time to see some more. “Let me take off your jeans.” She scooted off the bed and kneeled in front of him before he answered. “Lift this foot.” She peeled off his sock, planted his foot back on the floor and repeated the move.
“Undo my fly. Touch my cock.”
Her belly quivered at his no-nonsense order. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Time to play the seductress. She unfastened the button fly to reveal black boxer-briefs. Anna could feel the warmth of his cock beneath the thin cotton. She tested his shape with her hand, heard his swift intake of breath. A quick tug freed his cock, spilling his hard flesh into her hands.
“Much better than a vibrator,” she murmured.
“I multi-task. A vibrator doesn’t do that too well.”
She sent him a reproachful stare. “You weren’t meant to hear that.”
His chuckle kindled the fire building in her as she ran her fingers up and down his length.
“Taste me. Put your mouth on me.”
She rocked back on her heels to stare up at him. “Bossy much?”
“Do it.”
Secretly thrilled at his order, she lifted his cock and gave the swollen crown a slow, languorous lick before tipping her head back to peek up at him.
“Make me come.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Later. The sooner you make me come, the quicker you’ll have a turn. My tongue flicking against your clit. My fingers pumping into your cunt.”
“Good point.” She curled her hands around his shaft and settled in to sample in earnest. A husky moan reached her and she smiled around his cock. His flavor burst across her taste buds, jolts of excitement striking her with each flicker of her tongue. She had no idea what the problem was with the game and why she’d found Dante today but couldn’t before. Too bad. She’d think about the bug later.
His hands cupped her skull and he started a series of instructions. “Suck me. Take me deep.”
Anna set up a rhythmic stroke and suck, changing it up with a lick along the sensitive underside. She took him deeper, increasing her pace. His rough growl vibrated in his chest.
“That feels good, Anna. So good, but you can take more of me yet.” His fingers tightened in her hair to a point just shy of pain, and an answering ache sprang to life in her breasts. She couldn’t wait to experience his callused hands on her naked breasts, his fingers tugging and twisting her nipples.
Footsteps sounded outside in the hall.
“You’re both still dressed,” Cayle said.
Dante let out a curse. “Fuck, you couldn’t have stayed away a bit longer?”
Anna smiled at Dante’s testy tone or as much as possible with her mouth stuffed full of cock. She continued her smooth bob, the stroke of tongue, savoring Dante’s flavor.
“That’s it.” Dante groaned again when she swallowed around the thick crown.
Gabriel squatted beside her and lifted her hair away from her face in order to see clearly. “Pretty. Good to see you again, sweetheart.”
She laved and sucked, her fingers tugging at Dante’s balls. Dante’s hands tightened on her skull.
“God that feels good, sweetheart.” His hips thrust forward, pushing his cock down her throat. The tang of pre-come filled her mouth and she pulled back a fraction to tease his slit. Over and under her tongue slid then with a delicate brush of fingers, she teased his rigid balls and sucked hard. His cock jerked and with a heartfelt groan, he started to come, semen spurting in explosive bursts into her mouth and splashing onto her chin and the top curves of her breasts. She swallowed what she could, pulling back only when the contractions ceased. Sig
hing, she wiped the come off her chin and ran her tongue along the length of her finger to clean it off. A masculine growl jerked back her head and widened her eyes.
“Do you realize how fuckin’ sexy you are?” Dante demanded.
Anna couldn’t help a smile of pleasure at his words. Then strong hands helped her to stand. Clothing rustled as Gabriel and Cayle rapidly stripped. Dante removed his remaining clothes.
“Can I take off your dress?” Gabriel asked.
“Please.” Anna turned to present her back in order for Gabriel to unfasten the zipper for her. The navy blue fabric peeled away from her breasts to reveal another lacy black bra. A swivel of hips encouraged the material to slide down to her feet and she stepped out of the dress.
The three men fell silent, their gazes drifting over her body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Dante said. “I love a woman with real curves.” His brown eyes seemed to touch her everywhere and by the time her attention shifted to Gabriel her skin tingled all over. A heavy ache of anticipation coalesced in her lower belly.
Dante patted the bed. “Come and lie beside me.”
She left Gabriel’s side and joined Dante on the bed.
“In the middle,” Cayle instructed.
Anna glanced at Dante for confirmation. He gave a brief nod and half lifted and rolled her over his body.
“Let me take off those sexy boots for you,” Gabriel said.
Dante helped her remove her underwear. Soon they were naked on the bed together. Dante took possession of her mouth, driving her to distraction with his nibbling kisses and small love bites down her neck.
“We don’t have much time,” Cayle said.
Dante lifted his head to stare down at her. “Will you be pissed if this time is a quickie?”
She grinned and parted her legs in silent invitation. “You can make it up to me later.” Somehow she didn’t think they’d leave her hanging. While the lovin’ might be quick they wouldn’t make her feel cheap or used.
Gabriel reached for a condom. Someone, she thought it was Cayle because his goatee always tickled, breathed warm air the length of her slit. She might as well have worn a blindfold because Dante kept her attention on him and blocked her sight. Not that she minded since she’d become addicted to his kisses. Their breath mingled as their lips contacted.
A mouth settled on her stomach, a tongue drawing teasing circles around her navel. A second set of lips worked magic between her legs, a soft, tormenting stroke of warmth. Suddenly she was wet and definitely willing. Her fingers tightened on Dante and she sobbed out his name while hunger grew rapidly. A tongue stabbed at her clit setting off a series of mini contractions.
Then either Gabriel or Cayle moved over her, filling her with a quick, seamless thrust. Her heart did a little change up and she gasped at the surge of desire.
“Steady, sweetheart. We want to make you feel good.” Dante’s voice was pitched to soothe and, calm it did. Her tense muscles relaxed while a thick cock pummeled into her. Fire and chills warred within Anna as she strained to get the right friction on her clit.
A heartfelt curse sounded then a masculine groan. The friction between her body and her lovers was exquisite but not enough.
Dante kissed her again and nipped her lip, instantly soothing the ache with the swish of his tongue.
“Too much?” Dante asked, his brown eyes serious.
“No.” It was perfect. Too wonderful even.
“I can’t hold on any longer. Sorry, sweetheart.” Gabriel rocked into her and froze balls deep. He groaned his pleasure and she was aware of the faint pulse of his cock, even through the condom.
“My turn,” Cayle said when Gabriel pulled out of her. He moved over her, pushing smoothly into her pussy. Measured strokes struck her clit, catapulting her into acute pleasure so quickly she scarcely remembered to breathe.
“Let go, Anna. Give in to the pleasure.” Dante caressed one breast, tugging her nipple in the manner he’d learned she liked. His touch pushed her over, her pussy clutching at Cayle’s cock, and she practically hummed with the sensations produced by her climax. She wound her arms around the strong column of Dante’s neck and silently demanded a kiss.
Cayle continued to invade her with his cock, using choppy, almost out of control strokes.
Dante lifted his head and glanced down at Cayle. Gabriel winked at her and latched on to her breast, stirring another set of sensations.
“It’s damn hot watching them fuck you, sweetheart.” Dante smoothed a lock of black hair away from her face, and she saw the approval in his eyes. “It’s a pity we have to leave because I’d like to spend the entire day with you.”
There was nothing she’d like better. Why, oh why couldn’t she find someone like Dante in the real world?
“Rub her clit, Dante. I won’t last much longer,” Cayle said.
“Yes, please,” Anna said greedy for more and immediately the three men laughed, a chorus of sexy chuckles.
Dante slipped his hand between their bodies, unerringly finding her distended clit. Swollen with arousal and slippery with her juices, his finger pressed in exactly the right spot and pleasure arced through her, streaking down her legs, suffusing her chest.
Cayle let out a yell and slammed into her for two hard strokes before stilling, his breathing harsh.
“Thank you, babe,” Gabriel said. He reached up to kiss her, his lips lingering as he Frenched her. When he lifted his head, his eyes glowed. “That was awesome.” He rolled from the bed and glanced around for his clothes.
Cayle separated their bodies and dealt with the condom before kissing her too. “Thanks, beautiful.” He, too, started dressing and followed Gabriel from the bedroom leaving her alone with Dante.
Dante kissed her tenderly and when their lips parted, she hid her face against his chest, embarrassed by the moisture flooding her eyes. “You turn me inside out,” he murmured, his breath warm against her temple. “I wish I didn’t have to go. We’ll see you again soon.”
“Okay,” Anna said, conflicting thoughts spinning through her. She liked spending time with them but she couldn’t keep doing this. The new owners would probably tighten security and rightly so. Government agencies, the military and the police force were clamoring to get their hands on the Reality Suite for training purposes. She probably wouldn’t be able to use the game freely in the future. A glum thought struck home as Dante ran a caressing hand down her back. It was time for her to get a life.
“Later,” Dante said, dressing rapidly and, after another quick kiss, he turned and left.
Anna sat on the rumpled bed, knowing she should dress and get back to work. Dante made their budding relationship seem real, acted as if they had a future. A sigh escaped her when she finally stood and picked up her underwear. She’d immerse herself in work this week and think about calling Jenny to firm up details for the other blind date she’d mentioned for the coming weekend.
Chapter Four
Dante strode into his new office suite, fully dressed in his normal business attire of a designer suit. Today’s was charcoal gray but he was happiest dressed in casual jeans, spending time on the ranch. Add a particular woman to mix and he’d be even happier.
An impossible dream.
He nodded at his secretary and accepted a pile of messages with a wry smile. In the office reserved for him, Dante picked up his pen and started work on the various items of correspondence that needed his attention. By the time he was halfway through the messages, Gabriel and Cayle knocked on the door and entered his office, freshly showered and also dressed in business suits.
“Ready for the first meeting, bro?” Gabriel asked, sliding into a seat.
“I’d rather spend time at the ranch.”
“You’d rather be with Anna,” Cayle said.
“Anna isn’t real,” Dante said. “You guys ready for the conference call? I’ll get my secretary to connect us now.”
“But you wish she were,” Gabriel said.
; Dante shrugged a shoulder. “No point wishing. She’s a character in a game we’ve purchased. A game that’s gonna make us a lot of money.” He picked up the phone and rang through to his secretary. The meeting commenced a few minutes later, one meeting rolling into another.
Hours later, Dante ushered a high-ranking member of the military from his office while Gabriel wheedled his secretary into ordering in sandwiches and brewing a fresh pot of coffee.
“What’s next?” Cayle asked when Dante returned.
“The programmers are dropping by to see us in half an hour,” Dante replied after a quick glance at his watch.
“I can’t wait,” Gabriel said. “Do they look like geeks?”
“I’ve met two of them—Greg and Barry. There’s two more. Another man and a woman. I can’t remember their names.” Dante frowned and flicked through a pile of papers. “I have a list of their names and bio somewhere.” His frown deepened. “Sam—no, Cam and Hannah,” he finished on a note of triumph.
“Which doesn’t answer my question,” Gabriel said.
His secretary arrived with sandwiches and coffee. Once she left, Dante picked up a sandwich and settled comfortably on his chair. “Hell if I know. One of them wore glasses.” He leaned back farther. “I try not to judge by appearances. You know that. It’s almost as bad as being chased because we have money and own a ranch.”
Cayle smirked. “Yeah, sucks to be us.”
“Did I tell you I found Cindy Rogers in my bed a couple of days ago?” Gabriel said. “Shocked the hell out of me. She sneaked past the doorman while he was dealing with a delivery.”
Dante waved his ham sandwich through the air. “See that’s what I mean. Who the hell wants a woman who has no pride in herself?”
“What about the women we share on occasion?” Cayle asked.
Dante stared at his cousin. “That’s different.”
Gabriel chewed on his sandwich and swallowed. “How so?”
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