Taming Her Billionaires

by J. L. Beck

  Taming Her Billionaires

  By

  Syndi Burns

  And

  J.L. Beck

  Chapter One

  Maddie

  “Yeah, that’s it, Maddie. Lock your sweet, little fingers around my stick. Feels good, right? Having complete control. In your pretty little hand. Right here between my thighs…”

  My fiancé, Cole, tightens his thick fingers, engulfing my hand that’s covering the helicopter cyclic control switch, as he’d explained. Just a lot of gears and switches to me, but a thrill surges through me having control. It’s a bonus Cole had learned to fly in the Air Force, so he’s used to holding people’s lives in his hands. Clearly, he’s holding my heart—well, him and his twin brother, Warren, my second fiancé.

  I need a plan to make our wedding day uber memorable, like the night I gifted my virginity to both Cole and War at the very same time. Hard to top that. I’ll need something bigger, something extreme, a way to gift wrap my body to both of them as we leap into our future.

  The helicopter takes a little dive before evening out, and my tummy rolls. Sure hope our maiden voyage to Las Vegas has a happy ending, or everything we’ve built our dreams on could come crashing down.

  “That’s it. You’re flying,” Cole announces.

  A ripple of exhilaration and fear darts through my belly. I don’t tell Cole with words how my heart thunders behind my ribs because my smile crimps my cheeks, and he’s known me since I was five, touched every cell in my body with his heart, hands, and/or other parts of his hunky body. Sometimes, I think he knows what I’m feeling, what’s best for me even before I do. “I am. I’m flying the helicopter. War, isn’t this badass?”

  I glance over my shoulder at War who strokes my outer thigh a little too fast, but his heated touch and knowing it soothes him to touch me sends a quiver of need straight through me. This is what I’ve always wanted—me and my guys lost in our own little bubble. I can’t wait to tame their wild desires until they’re helplessly sated in every single way possible, as soon as we take possession of the million-dollar estate they've inherited.

  “I’m proud of you, babe. You’re always so willing to try something new, like you did delivering that calf last night. You’re an amazing vet and an amazing woman.” War squeezes my thigh.

  Warmth touches my heart from War’s words. He’s pretty amazing, too. It’s easy with my fiancés. I’d say my life is almost as perfect as the sunset painted like embers across the skyline. My body’s practically burning up from how experienced they both are—Cole working the control panel while War’s touch arouses other buttons on my body.

  “Whatcha smiling about, sugar?”

  Cole caught me eating my pony’s sugar cubes when I was a kid, and he’s called me sugar ever since. “You know I’m flying high, as long as we three are together. But I would be lying if I didn’t say I can’t wait to lose myself with you two in every way possible, and then fall asleep snuggled next to you both for a straight week.”

  Cole’s sunglasses disappear into his dark hair as he adjusts them, taking over the controls as we descend. “Always and forever, we’ll be together, sugar. I’ll be burying my cock in that silky, wet pussy of yours as soon as we land. But I’m not sleeping the week away when there’s renovations to be done, and I have ideas about this place that will knock your socks…er, thong clean off.”

  I pump my brows and slide my hand over the bulge pushing against his zipper, giving his growing cock a squeeze. I don’t want to admit that, even though I’ve encouraged them to take possession of the house, I’m having second thoughts. Still, I have to remain positive, right? “Can’t wait to check out all your ideas, cowboy.”

  “Easy, sugar…” Cole warns.

  Even though the dark frames conceal Cole’s sapphire-colored eyes, I know he’s staring right through me, wanting me. War tightens his grip, assuring me he’s on board with what's happening in the front seats. But where Cole’s already traded rags for riches, I’m not sure if War’s embracing the future as a billionaire, as Cole plans.

  “Why not christen the helicopter as soon as we land, if that’s your goal,” says War, deepening his voice, as if he means business. “Then we can turn back toward home, put this place up on the market. We might be billionaires now, but you never know what life’s gonna throw at us.”

  “Which is why we have to make the most out of now,” Cole rebuts.

  See what I’m saying? For the most part, I’m a lucky girl. Except, since my fiancés inherited a billion dollars from their late father, things have changed and are changing between us. Sometimes, I feel they’re keeping me at a distance, protecting me from their past. I’m thinking their issue revolves around their father’s betrayal more than their inheritance, and the situation their father put them in. Financially, he didn’t have the means to care for them, and with the teens in and out of trouble, he believed foster care was the right decision. If he couldn’t evoke common sense out of them, maybe someone else could.

  Sure glad my mom adopted the troubled teens who’ve turned out fine. Perfect to me. At least they were perfect. Since they’ve inherited their father’s self-made fortune, Cole’s spending money like his life depends on his next purchase—this helicopter. War’s pocketing every penny, checking his online investments every chance he gets—like now—and he hasn’t purchased a thing.

  I can’t put my finger on how to balance out everything quite yet, or how to stop them from fighting over where their dollars should be spent. It’s unnerving, but I’m not about to upset my guys today with my take on where they should invest their money as they’ll be looking into a slice of their late father’s life.

  I adjust the headphones, not because Cole needs to tell me something important, but because he pulls me close and licks a wet, warm path from the scoop in my neck to the pulse right below my ear. Normally, his attentiveness wouldn’t be a problem, but when War plants a warning death grip around my shoulders, I know I have to say something. “You’re supposed to be paying attention to the sky, Pilot,” I scold Cole, adding a little smile.

  “Sugar, you’re too tempting, sitting shotgun and looking all beautiful in that navy sundress I’m thinking about stripping off those creamy shoulders.”

  Cole snaps back into place in the driver’s seat, or whatever you call the actual seat the pilot sits. Cockpit? He adds a sensual grumble of disapproval, since we’re both strapped to our seats by a five-point harness and separated by a good foot when we both want to tangle up until we're lost in each other’s minds, bodies, and souls.

  Cole and War are my guys, and I want to please them with my words and body, as much as I want to take care of every need and fear they come across, same as they do mine. Today especially. Their need to touch me palpates through the cabin scented with spice and sweat, both the good kind and the nervous kind, as if their contact with me calms their nerves somehow, when I'm not sure touching me isn't making matters worse.

  Makes sense. Facing your past can be scary. Facing an unknown future, too. Served with a hefty inheritance is an entirely different lifestyle and loaded with responsibilities I’m not sure if either of them—or me—is ready to embrace.

  “There it is.” Cole points to the estate up ahead.

  The six-bedroom, nine-bath, hilltop home overlooks a green golf course, sand traps, and lake below, squirting a geyser from the fountain centered in the middle. Can’t wait until the boys make me...squirt. I cover my giggle, and Cole flicks his gaze at me. The house is several miles from the Vegas strip, secluded, and on a five-acre lot within the gated community. “I can’t wait to check out our new place.”

  Truthfully, from the outside, the house isn’t much dif
ferent than the others dotting the gated community. It’s a tan monstrosity, sitting on perfectly manicured landscaping that lacks personality, unlike my family ranch and the little cottage and two-acre lot back in Brown Valley that also houses my veterinary clinic. I guess the uniqueness of the place comes from inside. I’ve seen snapshots.

  The home has a second-floor master suite that faces the Vegas Strip and comes with an elevator and a movie theater. I have no idea why a single man would’ve needed such lavish amenities. But maybe that’s my lesson: to accept that not everything needs to have a purpose, and that it’s okay—for once in my life, once in the guys’ lives—to have the freedom to want for nothing without feeling guilty, and to have the courage to share our fears without judgment. I’m still on the fence about everything, except how much I want to have a normal life with my men, including marriage and children.

  My belly somersaults as the helicopter sways, and War slides his hand into mine. He rolls his thumb over the solitaire engagement ring riding my ring finger. I struggle to see him as the harness strains across my collarbones and bites at my nipples. “I don’t mind flying. It’s the taking off and landing that scares me.”

  War takes my hand. “I’ll parachute to the ground and catch you to keep you safe.”

  Cole raises his sunglasses. “Trust me, bro. I’ve landed hundreds of times. No one’s jumping today...except into bed. ”

  Cole stabs me with his hungry gaze, and his blue eyes darken, mimicking beautiful gems embedded in a dark cavern, begging to be displayed as jewelry. I squirm against the delicious pulsing taking place inside my moistening channel, and I rewarded him with a little smirk. “I think we should christen every single room tonight.”

  War threads his fingers through mine, adding a sensual hum. “I second that.”

  They’d do anything to keep me happy. “After pulling that all-nighter delivering that calf, I’m sure we can all agree that falling into bed is the best medicine.”

  War lifts my hand, sinks his teeth into the flesh of my palm, and draws a little yelp from me. “I’m gonna suck those lips of yours soon as we land this cracker box…and I’m not talking about your mouth.”

  Cole adjusts the stick, and the helicopter descends. “You two are motivating the fuck out of me to hit the mark in three, two, one...”

  “Cole, watch out!” War shouts as a woman wearing a bright-red, glittery evening gown bursts from the house and runs out onto the terrace.

  Her raven hair spins about her bare shoulders as she waves her hands, keeping us from landing on the helicopter pad marked with a big white X.

  My eyes fly wide as the beautiful stranger stays planted. The home is supposed to be vacant, except for the bodyguard and his wife whom will see to our needs. Crazy, I know. The guys and I have a bodyguard. And, apparently, an intruder. Fuck this shit. “I want the hell off this ride now, and we need to find a safe place to land before I lose my cookies.”

  Cole’s grinding his jaw, and War’s cussing into his mouthpiece, so we all hear his complaints about the woman who's blocking our way of cashing out on a happily-ever-after, our way of landing for the moment. But neither man seems as shocked.

  I ask the question I’m sure both men know the answer to and have been holding back from me since the reading of the will. Holding back, as if they’re afraid to lose me when I’d never leave them, no matter what their past holds. “Who is she? And don't sugarcoat the answer.”

  Chapter Two

  Cole

  There’s pissed, and then there’s seeing flames. I grip the control, jerking us all as we slide in our seats, leaning to the left. My jolting reaction is a novice move, but this isn’t about skill. I barely miss the woman who darts in front of us and mumble a curse.

  “I asked you both a question,” says Maddie, as if she’s ready to jam her hand down my throat and pull the answer straight out of me.

  I’ve wanted to protect Maddie from the drama of our inheritance. Guess the blast from our past my father had treated like his wife, aka Eve Devereaux, isn’t ready to walk away like Warren and I had been promised by the attorney who’d settled the estate. Using a cell phone inside a cockpit violates Federal Aviation Administration rules, but fuck if anyone’s playing by the rules tonight. I lift my cell from my pocket, ready to call Arnold, the bodyguard I kept on whom once worked for my father, and cancel our contract.

  “This inheritance is cursed and isn’t worth the headache,” Warren grumbles, as if I haven’t heard this debate a thousand times before, and he’s through with arguing.

  Maddie clutches my shoulder, wadding my jacket in her hand, and the phone falls onto the floor at my feet before I can contact Arnold.

  “I’m scared, guys. Who’s this woman?”

  I sneak a peek at Maddie. I want to protect her from everything. But even though her sandy-brown hair is tied into a kempt ponytail that spirals across her shoulder, making her bleed innocence, her large brown orbs demand an answer, telling me she’s mature enough to hear the answer.

  “Don’t let guilt stop either of you from enjoying the blessings you deserve. Things will work out. We just have to make it through a storm or two.”

  Or three, or five. Shit. Maddie’s encouraging words, the love of my life, force the answer from me. Sure hope Maddie knows I’d do anything for her, even holding back the information that could hurt her. “The woman’s name’s Eve, and she’s a complication we’d thought was taken care of.”

  “Well, obviously this Eve didn’t get the message. Cole, War, some stranger trespassed into your house? I mean, Eve obviously has a key. By the way she threw herself in front of our path, she’s not messing around.”

  Fuck, I wish Eve would disappear. I circle around and decide to land on the golf course where the grass area is clean, flat, and wide, which is a bitch to locate, considering the landscape is dotted with rolling hills, sand traps, lakes, trees, and the only hint of day is a purple haze.

  “When were you planning on telling me you guys have a stalker? Tonight when we’re asleep. Tonight when I wake to find her standing over me, us?” Maddie crosses her arms and stares back toward the house as the lady in red grows smaller and smaller.

  “There,” War calls out. “Looks like we’re lucky bastards after all.”

  I focus on where he’s jabbing his finger, and maneuver the helicopter to our left. I hover for a moment over the only clear spot on the course, and then descend until the skids meets the ground, the left making solid contact before the right finds home. “Good eye, bro.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” War unbuckles his harness as the propellers wind down. He leans forward, jamming his thick shoulders between the seats as soon as he gets free. “Maddie’s freaked as I am at Eve’s appearance. I told you we should have let Maddie in on the details of Father’s lifestyle and the problems we’ve had associated with inheriting his fortune. We were doing just fine in Brown Valley. We don’t need problems returning to haunt us.”

  “Problems?” Maddie squeaks.

  War needs to shut his fucking mouth, and I shoot him a warning stare. I don’t want Maddie involved in any type of shit, past or present, when we’re the guys used to dealing with the hard stuff. “Eve isn’t a typical billionaire groupie; Father cared for her. We don’t know why he didn’t list her as a recipient to his fortune. Our attorney is getting a call ASAP. For now, let me handle her, Warren.”

  A car passes on the high road that winds around the estate homes dotting the community, and the backfire punches the air like gunfire.

  Maddie flinches, as do we all.

  “Shit. That scared the hell out of me.” Maddie heightens the pitch of her voice and narrows her focus on the disappearing headlights. “This woman could be dangerous. I think we should confront her together—you know, strength in numbers—to find out what she wants.”

  “It’s been decades since we entered the foster system and your mother adopted us. We were dirt poor. It’s the main reason Dad gave us up. Eve struggled, too, and Da
d gave her a job tutoring us—not much good it did in the end. I imagine that’s how she’s feeling. She had nothing, then everything, and then nothing at all.”

  “Forget the rags to riches argument. Your father’s girlfriend and your tutor?”

  Shit. Figures Maddie would focus on another woman when Maddie lacks the experience of age, pain, and rejection. “Yes. I know the pain associated with losing everything. If I don’t deal—”

  “Bro, we’ll deal with Eve, together.” War pops open the door, letting inside the rush of fresh-cut grass.

  I guzzle the scent that reminds me of home in Brown Valley. Except I don’t want to think about what we left behind, what we may never return to. I want to grab hold of what we have right now and soar to a fresh start. “I don’t know the dynamics of Eve and Dad’s relationship since… Hell, we didn’t know of our father’s whereabouts until Maddie’s dad handed us the summons to appear at the reading. Last thing I want right now is to deal with a crazy bitch.”