Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

by Nicole Elliot

  She relaxed as Cole’s tongue explored her backside. She couldn’t believe it. Did he want to lick her there? She groaned, realizing it felt amazing. She’d never had a man lick her in that sensitive spot. But the tight ring of muscles felt like a circle of electricity as Cole toyed at it with her tongue.

  Deacon’s kisses were everything. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth as he sucked and bit at her lips. She was losing all control.

  She lifted her arms in the air as he pulled her sweater off her chest and over her head.

  “Your tits are so damn perfect, sweetheart.”

  Her bra was the last item of clothing to fall to the floor. She was standing in the suite naked, sandwiched between them while Cole was on his knees behind her, and Deacon’s fingers coaxed her to rock her hips back and forth.

  “I want your ass, Abby.” Cole’s voice was husky behind her.

  She moaned.

  “Have you given it to anyone else?” he asked.

  She looked in Deacon’s eyes. He towered over her.

  She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

  Deacon looked as if he could devour her on the spot. “No one has had that sweet ass of yours?” he asked in disbelief.

  “I’ve never even thought about it,” she admitted. “No one…it’s never…” She was embarrassed.

  They twirled her between them so she was now facing Cole on his knees. She looked down in his bright blue eyes.

  “I’m sorry I’ve never had anyone there,” she apologized. She knew they were more experienced than her. She felt inadequate.

  Cole’s eyes blazed like sapphires on fire. “Don’t ever apologize. You just said the words I needed to hear.”

  “I did?” Her chest rose with relief.

  He nodded. “I want it, baby. I want to be the first man inside you.”

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. Her knees wobbled with the idea.

  She didn’t know what to do. What to say. Before she could answer, he buried his face between her legs, plunging his tongue between her slit, lapping and sucking at her honey.

  She hissed with pleasure. She pushed herself in his face, abandoning dignity. It felt too fucking amazing too care what they thought. Cole was overcome with intensity. He threw her legs over his shoulders. She leaned back into Deacon’s chest.

  Deacon wrapped a hand around her chest, plucking and twisting a nipple between his fingers. She bucked wildly.

  The familiar buzzing started in her core. The storm was brewing.

  “Ohh, I’m going to come.”

  Deacon’s other hand moved along her back, before sliding along her backside to that new sweet spot of sensation.

  “Come hard, sweetheart.” He held her so Cole had the perfect angle to sink his tongue inside her pussy.

  Just as the storm was about to rain down on her, she felt Deacon’s finger breach the ring of muscle. There was an electric surge and then he was inside her ass, pumping his finger in and out of her while Cole pried her wide, flicking and sucking her clit.

  She thrashed between them, riding the winds and the lightning of the storm. Deacon’s finger was foreign and taboo, but it felt so good. Too good.

  She rocked back into it, sending it farther into her ass and then jerked her hips forward, getting the full heat of Cole’s tongue in her pussy.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Hold me, Deac. Oh fuck,” she whimpered as the storm clouds unleashed a wicked torrent inside her body.

  Cole pulled her knees to the widest points of his shoulders, thrusting his tongue deep in her walls as Deacon sank his finger all the way in her forbidden zone. She shook and pulsed. The orgasm coursed through her with violent jolts as she muffled the screams in her throat.

  “Come harder, baby. Come so fucking hard.” Deacon pumped in and out of her ass. It was pleasure she’d never felt before. Something so erotic and freeing. Finding desire in a part of her body she had never tested.

  “I can’t stop,” she pleaded. “I can’t…” It spiraled through her until she was exhausted and limp in Deacon’s arms.

  When her body stilled, Cole put her feet on the floor and rose from between her legs.

  He looked over her shoulder to Deacon, who kept her propped against his chest. She didn’t think she was capable of walking anymore.

  “I think someone likes sharing.” He smiled at his friend.

  Deacon kissed her neck. “I think so.”

  16

  Abby

  She soaked in the hot bath longer than she ever had in her life. The suite had a computerized tub that would keep the water any temperature she wanted. The bubbles piled high around her. She rubbed her body. What was happening to her?

  The guys were at lunch. A business lunch they promised was an obligation they couldn’t miss.

  She didn’t know if it made her feel better or worse that they had left after what she had experienced with them.

  It was intimate and erotic. Deacon had actually penetrated a part of her body no one else had touched. And Cole had looked her in the eyes and told her he wanted it. He actually wanted to be inside her ass.

  She sank deeper in the tub. Holy hell. Things were out of control. Or were they finally in control?

  She had something most women would kill for—Deacon Evans and Cole Rockford. The sexiest, most charming, wealthiest bachelors in Chicago. And they wanted her.

  Nothing about what happened felt as if it had anything to do with the debt. She played it over and over, searching for signs or red flags, but she couldn’t find any. They had done nothing but given her pleasure. They didn’t ask for anything in return. They hadn’t even gotten undressed. They didn’t demand blowjobs. All they wanted was to make her feel good. Give her more passion and pleasure than most women received in a lifetime.

  The bath felt good. She didn’t know if she was ready for this. Whatever this was.

  There wasn’t time to talk before they had to rush out for the lunch meeting. She was barely able to talk. She had managed to make it to the oversized tub and figured out how to use the computer to set the water temperature.

  They would be back in three hours.

  Suddenly Abby wanted everything about her body to be perfect. She stood from the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her chest. She padded off to the bed and picked up the resort’s amenities’ listings, bound in a leather book. She scrolled through until she found the spa and beauty section. She smiled.

  She pressed the numbers for the spa on the phone.

  “Rapture Spa. How may I help you Mr. Evans?” the receptionist asked. Abby realized Deacon’s name must pop up first on the computer system.

  “Hi. This is Abby Mantelli. I was wondering if I could schedule some spa services this afternoon.”

  There was a long pause. “Oh, Ms. Mantelli. Anything. What can we do for you?”

  Abby smiled. “I’d like a wax, mani-pedi, hair and makeup.” She tried to think if there was anything else. “Oh, and a facial. Maybe a massage if there is enough time.”

  “Certainly. What time do you need to be ready?” the woman asked.

  “I have three hours.”

  “I’ll send an entire team to your suite in ten minutes.”

  “Ten minutes?” She couldn’t believe it.

  “We have specific instructions from Mr. Evans to be on stand-by for you this entire weekend.”

  “You do?” She was even more shocked.

  “He said to give you the royal treatment. I’ll send your team up in a few minutes.”

  “Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say. She was flattered. Surprised. And it was true, impressed Deacon was so thoughtful. “I’ll be waiting.”

  “Yes, ma’am. And if there is anything else you need, let me know.”

  “I will.”

  Abby hung up and stared at the elevator doors. She had three hours to be the woman Deacon and Cole wanted. Three hours to make her body soft and silky. Three hours to pamper herself and put on that sexy cocktail dress.
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  17

  Deacon

  This meeting couldn’t have been more fucking boring than it was. Deacon didn’t care about meeting with shareholders and shaking hands with investors. It was his career. It was his life. But it didn’t seem to matter with Abby upstairs in the penthouse.

  He kept cutting glances at Cole to see if he was as distracted as he was. Cole laughed and slapped one of the board members on the back. Maybe he wasn’t as hung up on Abby. Maybe he was trying to do anything he could not to think about her.

  All Deacon could think about was getting another taste of her lips. Feeling her tits under his hands. Licking and sucking every inch of her body. He wanted to hold her while she came over and over. Fuck. What was wrong with him? He’d never fallen for a woman this fast in his life.

  Cole looked up when one of the speakers walked to the podium. Deacon saw it. The same look in his eye he had. Hunger.

  Hunger for one thing.

  And she was thirty floors above them. Shit.

  Why did she have to be so damn adorable and sexy? There was an air of innocence that floated around her. To know she’d never had an experience like the one he and Cole could give her made her more seductive. As if she was trying to drive them crazy on purpose. Lure them in with her tight virgin ass.

  Deacon coughed in his fist to stifle a groan.

  “We’re looking forward to the announcement tomorrow,” Roger Hanson smiled at Deacon.

  He had almost forgotten he was surrounded by HiTech Global shareholders. He was lost in his own world where only Abby existed.

  “Yes,” he answered. “It’s going to be exciting. Cole and I have worked on this for years.”

  The truth was they had no idea how everyone would react to the charity work they planned to pursue. But they both knew it was time they gave back. They had more money than they knew what to do with.

  Bringing Abby into the project felt right. It was as if she completed the picture. He had joked about looking for an empress to run their empire, but it didn’t seem funny anymore. She was the one. He knew it.

  18

  Abby

  She held her breath. Everything was in place. Her legs were waxed. Her nails were painted. Her long blond locks were layered in waterfall curls. Her makeup had never looked like this. She’d never felt like this.

  She stood in front of the foyer mirror, waiting for the elevator to open. Waiting for her men to return to the suite.

  The floor numbers lit up, and her heart beat wildly. They were on their way. In thirty seconds they would know. They would know she had done all of this for them. She was giving herself to them. Every part of her. Everything they wanted.

  It had taken two weeks to reach this moment, but she knew without a doubt she wanted this. She wanted Deacon and Cole.

  Abby took a final glance at the gold strappy heels with the sharp points wrapped around her ankles. They were sexy as hell. If they didn’t scream “sex vixen” nothing did. The door opened and her gaze drifted upward.

  Her eyes landed on Cole then darted to Deacon.

  “Fuck,” Deacon growled.

  She bit her lip, trying not to ruin the gloss the makeup artist had so carefully applied.

  “Double fuck,” Cole echoed.

  They walked toward her.

  They were imposing. Walls of athletic lean muscle headed her way.

  “This is the dress you told Douglas to pack, isn’t it?” she asked innocently.

  Cole’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Dress tape held the fabric to her skin. She couldn’t wear a bra with the low cut. Deacon’s eyes raked up her thigh. The dress hugged under her ass where another piece of tape was strategically applied by the stylist the spa sent to her.

  Deacon inhaled. “You look fucking edible, Abby.”

  “Tell us this means what I think it means,” Cole pleaded.

  She reached forward, grazing the side of his chiseled jaw. Her other hand reached toward the broad plane of Deacon’s chest. She wanted to know their bodies, the way they had explored hers. This was the beginning of something incredible.

  “Yes,” she answered. She felt the power surge through her. The control. Her inner goddess surging to the surface, knowing these men wanted her beyond measure.

  Deacon looked at Cole. “Do we have to go to the damn cocktail reception?”

  “Yeah. We can’t back out. We’re only here three days.”

  “I think we could be fashionably late,” Deacon argued.

  Abby interrupted them. “I want to know how this works. How is this even possible?”

  Cole blinked, his long eyelashes making his eyes sparkle. “Baby, do you need me to draw you a diagram of how the three of us are going to fuck?”

  Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” Her inner strength was starting to fade. “I meant, is this just sex? How do the three of us handle it? It feels like more to me. But you both know I’m inexperienced.”

  Deacon snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers.

  She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.

  “If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Abby. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Cole’s words.

  “I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”

  “Good girl,” Deacon whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”

  The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made it to the reception, but it was unavoidable.

  “And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”

  Cole shook his head. Deacon deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”

  “But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?

  “Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”

  “And you don’t get jealous?”

  Deacon chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is.”

  “Oh God.” Her knees buckled.

  “I’ve got you.” Cole held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Deac.”

  She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information.

  “What else do you need to know?” Cole asked. She felt better with him holding her.

  “You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch?”

  Deacon’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”

  Cole laughed. “What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You’ll see.”

  Abby lowered her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like. Tried to picture having sex with two men at the same time. These two men, who were basically the most perfectly physical specimens on the planet.

  “I think I’m scared,” she whispered.

  “You don’t have to do anything tonight. Let’s go to the cocktail reception. We can talk about it later,” Cole suggested.

  Deacon wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned into his strong chest. “But this feels good,” she whispered.

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p; “Does it?” he asked.

  “Mmhmm. I like being between you both. I love it, actually. I want it. I don’t want to be scared of tonight.”

  Cole’s eyes lit. “I have an idea.”

  “What’s that?” Deacon asked.

  “Take off your panties, Abby,” Cole demanded.

  Her eyes widened. “But they’re special. I got them for tonight. For both of you.”

  “Stay here.” He walked to one of the bedrooms and returned. He opened his palm.

  Abby stared at his hand. “What is that?” It was bright purple and shaped like a large marker.

  “It’s a dildo for your ass, baby.” He was matter of fact about it.

  She blinked. “A what?”

  Deacon wrapped his hands tightly around her waist. “We’re going to fuck you with it.”

  “But I thought…don’t you just want to.you know…the natural way?”

  Cole held it forward for her to see it. “Deacon told me how tight your ass is. I don’t know that it can all happen tonight. I’m not the kind of man who likes to back down from a challenge, but I want you to love it when I take it. So, take off those expensive panties we paid for.”

  Abby reached under the cocktail dress and shimmied them over her knees and off the stilettos.

  “Now what?” she asked.

  “We’re going to the cocktail party.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Yeah, what?” Deacon barked. “I thought we decided to postpone that.”

  Cole handed the dildo to his friend.

  “There is always a dark corner at these parties. We’re going to take turns tonight. We’ll pass it back and forth like a baton.” Cole smiled.

  “I like it.” Deacon slapped him on the back. He guided Abby toward the elevator.

  “But I’ve never. How am I supposed to handle this?” Abby squealed.

  “Are you wet right now?” Cole asked. “Wet thinking about us fucking you?”