“Yes,” she squealed when Cole pumped hard.
“Relax, Abby. It’s going to feel fucking amazing with this in your ass.”
“Oh God,” she moaned.
Deacon massaged her hole just before she felt something press at the edge. She bounced up and down on Cole and then suddenly her ass burned with pleasure.
“Look at me,” Cole commanded. “I want to see your face when he fucks your ass with that plug.”
She thought she was going to cry from happiness. Everything was one wave of pleasure after another. Deacon pushed the plug inside her. He didn’t hold back.
“Fucking perfection, man. She’s fucking perfection,” Deacon pumped it in and out while Abby rode Cole.
“I wish I could see it,” Cole moaned.
They wanted everything from her. To feel. To see. To taste. She’d never felt so wanted or worshipped. It unleashed something inside her. An inner hellcat that had wanted to come out and play.
She came faster this time. There was no way to avoid it with so much pressure from the plug and from Cole’s cock. He was hard as steel. He pushed up and up until their bodies were sealed together. There was nothing between them.
“I’m going to come so deep in you, baby,”
He did as he promised, releasing himself in her walls.
“Fuck it,” Deacon pushed the plug deep as Abby whimpered. Then she felt the heated ooze of his release on her back. He came along her spine, coating her with his essence.
She collapsed on Cole’s chest, never having felt more fulfilled and happy in her life.
25
Abby
Abby nuzzled between Cole and Deacon. They were warm and strong. She felt safe between the two men she had just given the ultimate gift.
“Should we order dinner now?” Deacon asked.
She giggled. It was her fault they were all starving. “Ok, but I still want a chicken salad.”
Deacon kissed her neck. “You get to order anything you want. I’m sorry I gave you a hard time earlier.”
Cole’s hand rested on her hip. “We’re sorry if our money has hurt you. We don’t want that. But we do want you to eat.”
She nodded. “I want to eat too. And I’m ok with the money. Really. Everything has been overwhelming the past couple of weeks. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
Deacon rolled across the king-sized bed to grab a room service book. “You would have to hurl a worse insult at us than to call us rich.” He laughed. “Forget the money shit. I bet you didn’t think Vegas would be like this.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled. Two weeks ago, she would barely speak to either to them. Tonight, she had been more intimate with them than any man in her life.
“You’re right. I’ve been so busy trying to get my designs ready I didn’t really focus on anything else.”
Cole kissed her shoulder lovingly. “And look where you are now.” He drew a circle on her hip.
“I still can’t believe it’s real.”
“It is. Every bit of it is real.” Deacon grinned.
She pushed to sit up on the pillows. “Are you being easy on me? Should I be able to do more than I am?”
Cole propped himself up on his elbow. “We aren’t being easy. We want you to love it. And I’ll say it again. It’s worth the wait.”
She chewed on her lip. “But I want it. I want to know what it’s like. Not just the toys.”
Deacon passed the menu over her to Cole. “You are a determined little thing. And we appreciate it. But it’s not a sprint to the finish line. Let your body take this in.”
“My body wants you,” she purred. “And you.” She turned to Cole next.
“That may be, but you’re not going to be happy if you get hurt and can’t have sex for a week, are you?”
She scowled. “That’s a possibility?”
Cole handed the menu back. “You worked up two levels on your first night, baby. It’s not going to take long. In the meantime, let us love you. Let us give you pleasure. Enjoy the toys. We want them to feel good. Do they?”
She nodded. “I didn’t know they could feel good. It’s weird. Is it weird?”
Deacon laughed. “No, it makes you sexually evolved. Willing to try everything you can. Exploring something new isn’t weird. Enjoying it means you know how to handle your body and ours.”
His words made her feel more triumph than she expected. “How many levels?” she asked.
Cole blinked. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
Deacon slid off the bed walking around to where his suitcase was. They were staying in his room. “I think I can.”
He pulled out a velvet bag and dumped the contents on the rumpled sheets in front of them.
Abby gawked at the display. She had never seen toys like these in her life. But she knew they were all for anal play. All of them.
“If you can take this one,” He held up a wide rubber cock. “I think you’ll be fine.”
Abby’s jaw dropped. It was huge, but still not as huge as either Cole or Deacon. “That’s going there?”
He nodded. “See? Baby steps. Let’s take it slow and have fun with it. No rush. It will be epic. We want you to remember it because of how much you loved it, not because of how much it hurt. Get it?”
He began to repack his toy bag. Cole picked up the phone to place the dinner menu.
“Want to take a bath before dinner is served?” he asked. “I think there will be plenty of time. I have a few other calls to return before the meeting tomorrow.”
Deacon appeared at the side of the bed, scooping her into his arms. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. “I think I’ve got this. You get dinner and drinks started.”
Cole smiled and turned his attention to the phone.
Deacon carried her into his oversized spa-like bathroom.
“This is ok with Cole?” She didn’t know how it was supposed to work. Sharing was being defined in new ways in Vegas.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
He started the shower, punching in the temperature controls and setting the lighting, so the shower glowed. It looked like there were candles on the other side of the glass walls. It was amazing.
“Because you and I are alone. I don’t know. It’s ok? Is this considered cheating? Is he fine with it?”
He nodded, closing the shower door behind him. “We both want alone time with you. And no one gets mad or jealous. It’s not cheating.”
She felt the rush of hot water trickle over her skin. Deacon rushed for the soap behind her. He poured a dab between his palms and began to lather it over her shoulders, letting his hands trail farther south.
“So we can have sex?” she asked, realizing how naïve her question sounded.
He nodded. “Yes, we can have all the sex we want. I can take you to be every day if you want.” His dark stare made her heart thud. “Do you want that? You want me inside you every day?”
“I think so.” She could barely breathe. Deacon was intense in everything he did.
He continued to wash her body with strokes the massaged the bubbles into her skin.
“You’re different than I thought you were.” Abby’s eyes met his.
He massaged her nipples, bringing them to life under his touch. “How so?”
It was hard to concentrate when he focused on her body like this.
“I thought you were a dick. But you aren’t. You’re sweet. You’re caring. You’re gentle with me.”
His hands locked around her hips. She felt his fingers slide into place.
“Ok, I’ll confess.” His voice was deep and husky.
“Confess what?”
“I am different with you. There’s something about you Abby that makes me want to stop being a dick. I want to make you happy beyond sex. Beyond what I can give your body.”
He rounded his palm over her bottom, drawing her to his wet body. It was like he was carved from stone. Every line of him, chiseled and sharp. He was a work of art.
She sighed. “What else can you give me, Deac?”
“Me,” he growled, crushing his lips against hers. He picked her up, pressing her against the shower wall. The lights glowed behind her.
His tongue twirled in her mouth.
“I want to drown in you,” he moaned.
She held on to him with all her strength wrapping a leg around him. He hiked her other leg to his hip. She moaned when his cock paused at her entrance. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted this moment with him.
“Drown in me,” she begged. “We can drown together.”
“I’ve never done this, Abby. Fallen for a woman like this.”
Her eyes locked on his. “It’s ok.” If he didn’t take her she was afraid her heart would beat out of her chest. “I’ve never done this either. But I want you. I want Cole. I want this thing we have together.”
His cock nudged enough to nestle inside her pussy.
She hissed. “Please, Deac. Please. Drown. Go under with me.”
With one thrust he buried himself inside her. He hoisted her hips closer as he moved in and out of her.
The world fell away. She clung to him in the shower, kissing and moaning. She called his name in whispers when she felt her release come to the surface.
“Fuck me, Abby. Fuck me,” his voice was hoarse.
She gripped his cock with all her strength. She loved it. How he felt. How strong and masculine he was, yet in this moment he was hers. He was vulnerable. He was giving her something he’d never given before.
As they came down from their orgasms, Deacon rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m already addicted to you.”
“Mmm. Me too.” She turned around, leaning into his chest.
He returned to the body wash and lathered her breasts again, soaping every square inch of her until she was clean.
The water ran between them. Abby knew she had found something so perfect it couldn’t be defined any other way.
26
Abby
Cole wore a pair of pajama pants. She blinked at his bare chest. She wandered out of Deacon’s room completely satisfied.
“Sounded like you had a good shower.” Cole smiled.
She blushed. She didn’t know if she should feel guilty or not. It was hard to get used to this arrangement. Obviously, Cole had heard the sounds she made when she and Deacon were in the shower. That moment had been special. He had made love to her like a man in love.
“Don’t do that, Abby. We’ll have our time too without Deacon. It’s all good. I’m happy when you’re happy. We’ve shared a lot tonight.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Dinner should be here in a minute.”
She ran a towel through her hair. The perfect outfit she had spent the afternoon putting together was tattered. The makeup washed away. She was a new woman now. A woman she had decided to become.
She sat on the couch, drawing her feet under her. She watched Cole. She wondered how he could be so calm. How he could be ok, knowing she had just had sex with his best friend.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked. “I know you want to say something.”
She hesitated. “How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“I would go crazy if I thought you were with another woman. I couldn’t stand it. Yet, you know I had sex with Deacon in the shower and you’re completely fine. I’m scared to death I’m going to hurt you. Or hurt him. That I’m going to come between you or lose you both.” She pulled a pillow to her chest.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He sat next to her. “Look at me.”
Her eyes locked on his.
“That’s better.” He smiled. His hand caressed the edge of her thigh, rounding to under her leg, pushing the robe out of the way. “Does this bother you?”
She shook her head. “No. It feels good.”
“And it should. When I touch you, it feels good. When he touches you, it feels good. That’s all we want—to make you feel good. We’re not going to be mad or jealous.”
His hand rested on her knee. He squeezed gently. “Is it starting to make sense?”
“I think so.”
“And when I do this.” He cupped her cheek, brushing his lips over hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, finding her tongue with a single flick. She melted into his lips, falling for his kisses. He broke away. “When I do this, it’s about you and me.”
She nodded. “I understand.” She turned her mouth upward, she wanted another kiss, and Cole answered with passion. He growled, inhaling her lips with a fierce kiss.
“I’ve got some work to do.” He rose from the couch. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”
“I am. Better than ok.” The more she asked questions, the better she felt. The more she talked to Deacon and Cole, the more she realized they meant every word they spoke. They were happy sharing her. It was an arrangement they enjoyed.
“Did I hear dinner?” Deacon walked into the living room a minute later. He was shirtless like Cole.
“Not yet. Should be here in a few.”
Deacon dropped his athletic frame on the couch and turned on the flat screen TV. “What do you think about basketball?” he asked.
“I’ll watch anything.” She cuddled under his arm, inhaling his clean scent. The shower had been amazing.
The entire night was amazing. There was a new kind of peace that wrapped around her. She had found contentment where she least expected it.
Cole typed furiously on his laptop at the dining room table.
“What’s going on over there, man? Why don’t you take a break?” Deacon asked.
Cole’s brow furrowed. “Because the wording is off on the announcement. It sounds amateurish. I need to fix it.”
“Can I help?” Abby offered. She pushed off the couch and stood behind Cole.
“If you have a suggestion for this.” He pointed to the two lines of the opening statement. He was right. Whoever had written, had misdirected the speech.
“Can I try something?”
Cole rose from his seat, giving her the laptop. Abby deleted what was on the screen and started over. Members of the media might only stay for the opening comments. Social media would grab the first seconds and run with them. Cole needed something that would set the agenda for their meeting. The punch needed to come from the beginning, not ten minutes into his talk. And she had a soft spot for the foundation. She wanted it to be their beacon of hope. She wanted other people to see what she saw in them.
“What do you think about something like this instead?” She gave him his seat back so he could read the new introduction she composed.
“Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, baby.”
He had a wide grin on his face.
“Really?”
He stood and kissed her. “It’s exactly what we needed.”
She reeled from the kiss. She was starting to feel like a pinball, bouncing from Deacon to Cole, jolted by passion from each one. She liked how she reacted differently to them. It heightened everything around her.
The elevator buzzed. Deacon hopped over the back of the couch. “About time. I’m fucking starving.”
He pressed the button to let the waiter into the secure suite.
He wheeled in two carts of food. Abby looked at Cole. “You two are going to eat all of that?”
He shrugged. “I might have ordered a few things for you to try.”
She pressed her lips in a straight line, but she wasn’t angry. It was sweet. He wanted to do something special for her.
“Thank you.” She reached on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I’ll try all of it.”
He laughed. “You’ve been so adventurous tonight I didn’t think you’d want to stop.”
27
Cole
He stood on the stage, looking at the audience. Deacon was next to him. Cole looked over his shoulder. Abby was standing in the wings beyond the view from everyone else.
It had t
aken years for this moment. They were about to announce the creation of Soar. And it was crazy, but he felt as if Abby had brought it all together. Deacon had chosen her design for the branding because she was supposed to be a part of the project. Yes, she had the best concept. Yes, he saw something in her art. Cole had no doubt she was the missing link they had been searching for.
He smiled at her before turning toward the audience. She gave him a thumbs-up and a soft smile. Last night was extraordinary. They were bonded in a way that could take him to his knees.
The words to the speech she had helped with started at the top of the teleprompter. Deacon nudged him. It was time for the announcement.
The cameras in the front row began to flash and Cole heard the constant click and snapping sounds the photographers made as they adjusted their shots.
“Welcome, everyone.” He grinned widely.
Deacon waved.
“This is one of those times we don’t what happens here to stay here. Deacon Rockford and I have an announcement that we want you to take with you. Something that we hope transforms your lives the instant you leave this conference.” Deacon shook his hand as he began to take over the next part of the speech.
“Cole and I have been working on a project that’s going to take HiTech Global to a new level.” Deacon beamed at the crowd. “It’s time you know about Soar.”
Cole didn’t think he had shaken this many hands since his college graduation. He and Deacon were in a receiving line, thanking for everyone for coming. He guessed the pledges for Soar were already in the millions.
“Where is Abby?’ Deac asked.
Cole looked for her. She was trapped in in the corner talking to Andy Gallagher. “I think she needs rescuing. I’ll be right back.” He left Deacon to pry Andy away from their girl.
“Hi, Andy. Glad to see you again.” He slapped the businessman on the back.
“Excellent presentation. I like your vision. I was just talking to Abby here. I was wondering if she had any suggestions for one of my global projects.”
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