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by Nicole Elliot


  “Fuck, Abby,” Cole growled.

  She smiled. “That’s the idea, right?”

  Deacon positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs. Cole watched as she panted and mewed from his fingers. He was fucking her with his fingers first, getting her as wet as he could.

  “Spread those legs,” he ordered. “I want to see your pussy when I fuck you.”

  “Oh, Deacon,” she whimpered. “I love how you fuck me.”

  “And what about me baby?” Cole’s eyes lit.

  “I love your cock. Can I have it?”

  Cole’s cock bounced toward her lips. The higher, Deacon brought her hips, the farther her head lowered. She inhaled his dick in one long swallow.

  “Shit,” Cole hissed. She had a way of making him want to come in the first thrust. But he couldn’t. He wanted it to last. Seeing her like this did something to his soul.

  She was like a siren, calling to him and Deacon.

  He watched his best friend take her from behind, while she braced herself against the impact with her hands on the bed. Her mouth slid over Cole’s cock with expert ease. They were lost in this. She was beautiful with their cocks inside her. She was meant for them. Meant to be theirs. Meant to be taken like this.

  The bell dinged on the jet. The fasten seat belt sign flashed overhead, but he was so close. They all were. What the hell was going on at the front of the jet?

  Abby’s eyes opened. They were glazed over with lust. He could get lost in her green gaze. He wanted to believe the sadness was gone. He had helped replace it with the new confident woman she had become in their bed.

  “Don’t stop, sweet girl. We’re so close.”

  The captain’s voice rang clearly over the speaker. “If you could please take your seats in the main cabin, we have a storm we’re trying to avoid. We need you to buckle up, everyone.”

  “Oh shit,” Deacon groaned. “I’m so fucking close to coming. Tell the captain to shut up.”

  Abby’s tits bounced. She sucked hard as Cole’s spine clutched and convulsed. He was going to explode in epic proportions. Everything went black. He shot his release deep in her throat as Deacon howled out, slamming into her. With one slow draw, Abby slid her lips over his cock and kissed the top of his dick, smiling.

  “You have the sweetest fucking lips, baby,” he whispered, cupping her jaw.

  She playfully bit her lip. “I could do that for you all day. I love it. I really do.” She looked over her shoulder. “And you. What you did to me…”

  “No words, huh?”

  “Now I’m in the mile-high club, aren’t I?”

  Deacon laughed behind her. “You’re in it double, sweetheart.” He slapped her playfully on her bare ass.

  Cole sat up from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get to our seats. I don’t need a lecture from the pilot.”

  “But—” Her eyes fluttered.

  “What is it, sweetheart?” Deacon asked.

  “I like it when we switch off. Can we? Before the seatbelts?”

  “There’s a storm on the way,” he explained.

  She kissed him gently. “Please fuck me, Cole. Just once? I want you inside me.”

  Cole looked at his best friend. This woman was going to kill them. There was no doubt. She was insatiable.

  “You heard her.” Deacon laughed. He bounced on the bed to change places with his friends. Abby eagerly straddled him as Cole stood, trying to catch his balance as the plane rocked. He steadied himself behind her hips.

  She leaned forward taking Deac in her mouth. She wiggled back, offering her ass to him. He knew what she was trying to do. Trying to tempt him. Trying to get him to make a rash decision before she was ready. But as much as he wanted it, he had to wait.

  He pressed his cock to her wet pussy and thrust inside instead.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, losing his mind. He closed his mind and got lost in the woman he knew he was in love with.

  He didn’t care how many times the pilot rang that damn bell. If the plane went down, at least they were all going down in one sinful blaze of glory.

  30

  Abby

  Her body coursed with the kind of life she had only dreamed existed. Abby stared out of her office window. It was hard to focus with the memories of her weekend in Vegas. The plane ride home topped off the trip like a cherry on a sundae.

  Maureen peeked around the corner. She was one of the assistants in the advertising department.

  “How was your weekend?” She smiled.

  Abby didn’t know what to say. Was there a way to sum up Vegas?

  “I saw you went to Vegas with the bosses,” Maureen added. “It was all over the news and my social media alerts were out of control. How did you manage to snag those two? I brought you coffee so you’d give me the deets.”

  Abby looked stunned as her new designated friend waltzed in with two cups of coffee.

  “It was a business trip,” she lied. “I had to present the new design for Soar. I’m sure you saw that part the press covered. It was purely professional.”

  “Sure it was.” Maureen took a sip of coffee. “I’ve worked here three years. It was not a business trip. I saw your dress. You were everywhere with them. So, tell me, who did you sleep with? Or was it both? Please tell me both.”

  “What?” Abby choked on her coffee. “You can’t ask me that. That. That’s…not even. No. I’m not answering that.”

  “Why not? I want to know. I’ve always had a crush on Cole. But Deacon is seriously hot. I don’t know how you could pick one. Put those two together and you have everything a woman could want.”

  Abby felt the tightness in her chest. She didn’t know how to pick only one either. She never wanted to be faced with that decision. Together Cole and Deacon were everything she wanted. They were perfect together. Perfect for her.

  “I didn’t pick one.” Abby reached for the coffee. “Tell me how your weekend was. I’m sure it was more fun than a boring tech launch conference.”

  “Come on. Not one teeny tiny detail? Nothing?”

  Abby shook her head. She knew there was a smirk on the corner of her lips.

  “Fine.” Maureen exhaled. “I saw that new romcom with my roommate. It was ok.”

  Abby listened to her chatter on for the next twenty minutes. She did want to tell someone about her weekend. She wanted a girl to talk to. But she had known Maureen all of two weeks. It wasn’t going to be her.

  By the time Maureen finished explaining the plot of the movie, Abby realized she was late for a meeting with the design team. It was time to push Soar into some celebrity spots for sponsorship.

  “Maureen, I don’t mean to rush you, but I have to get to the conference room for a layout meeting.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She stood. “Want to do lunch sometime this week? There’s a new Thai place I want to try.”

  “Sure. We could do that.” Abby folded her laptop. “I have to go, though.” She pushed past her. “I’ll see you later.”

  She rushed to the elevator, tapping the button. She felt impatient. The meeting wouldn’t start without her, but she knew it was unprofessional to show up late. So many things were suddenly ironic to her.

  She was working a job she took only to satisfy a debt. She had accepted the design assignment to bargain for her own freedom. And now she felt as if she had a stake in HiTech Global. It mattered what happened to the company. It mattered because Cole and Deacon cared about it. They had built this empire. And the gravity of keeping it as safe and protected as they kept her seemed more important than ever.

  And now she was going to head Soar. The most important venture to them. If that didn’t demonstrate how much they cared, she didn’t know what would. She blushed. She was so crazy about them. It was more than that. She knew she had fallen in love. And it was the best feeling.

  Her phone buzzed as she waited in the hall.

  “Hello?”

  “I saw the pictures, Abby.”

  “Cal?
” She hadn’t bothered to look at her phone. She had been in too much of a hurry. Her stomach turned at the sound of his voice.

  “How are things, cuz?”

  “Don’t ‘cuz’ me. We aren’t family. I don’t know that we ever were.”

  Where was that damn elevator? She should hang up.

  “Oh come on. Looks like my little deal has turned out rather nicely for you.” She could hear the sneer through the phone. “I see you’re being treated like a princess.”

  “And what if I am? It’s none of your business anymore. You pawned me off. You don’t give a damn about me. Don’t try to pretend now that things are different.”

  “Oh I wouldn’t pretend. How about you pay me back for the nice life you have now?”

  She felt her jaw drop. “Pay you?” She looked around the corner to make sure no one could hear her. “You had me carted off in the back of someone’s trunk, Cal. You can’t honestly think I owe you anything. I’m hanging up now.” She wasn’t about to tell him she had wagered and won for her freedom.

  “I wouldn’t do that, princess,” he taunted. “Your boyfriends might not be too happy if I told them about what you used to do.”

  The hair prickled on the back of her neck. “Cal,” she hissed. “Why can’t you leave me alone? You paid your debt. Move on.” She felt the panic rising. She could almost taste it in her mouth.

  He chuckled. “So I struck a nerve? Well, why don’t you make a few payments if you want me to keep your secret?”

  “That’s blackmail.”

  “You can call it whatever you want. I want the money. You aren’t so innocent, are you? You’ve done your own things for money, cuz.”

  “How much?” she whispered. “What will it take to make you go away?”

  “See? I knew family was supposed to stick together.”

  “How much, Cal?” she insisted. She wanted to throw up.

  He paused. “Why don’t you make a few payments and I’ll let you know.”

  She squeezed her eyes tightly as the elevator finally arrived. A woman scrambled off.

  “I wouldn’t get on there if I were you. I got stuck on the ninth floor.” The woman was flustered.

  “Thanks.” Abby smiled meekly. “I’ll take the other one.” It must be why everything was running so slowly.

  “Princess?” Cal was still on the phone.

  “I’m at work. I’ll call you later. Don’t do anything, Cal. Swear to me you won’t. I’ll get your money. Just don’t say anything to anyone.”

  “It’s our little secret. Always has been. Unless you don’t come up with the cash. Then it will be everyone’s secret.”

  Abby stepped on to the next elevator. Cal held her future in his hands. And if there was one thing she knew, it was not to trust him for a single second. There was nothing steady or honest about him. He was filled with one thing only—greed.

  She leaned into the elevator. This was all going to fall apart. It would crumble at her feet.

  31

  Abby

  Trying to sit through a meeting and share her success in Vegas, should have made Abby feel triumphant, but instead she felt sick. All she heard was the sneer in Cal’s voice, echoing in her head. It was like a broken record and she couldn’t pick up the needle. Why did he have to ruin everything? Steal the only happiness she’d ever known? She felt the pit of hatred harden. It was money—it always came back to money.

  How was she going to get through this?

  “Abby?” Bruce waited at the other end of the conference table.

  “Yes?”

  “You were going to lay out how we should integrate your design into the website? Do you have that for us?”

  She blinked. “Yes. Right. Exactly.”

  She scrambled through her notes, looking for the file on the web design. It wasn’t her area of expertise, but she knew how she wanted it to look and feel when donors or families clicked to research the foundation. It would be the main basis for information. It had to be perfect.

  “Bruce, I’d like to consult with the web designer and then we could work through that at the next meeting.”

  “But we need that for the celebrity endorsement page. That should come up first, don’t you think?” he asked.

  Her head pounded. Why was Bruce giving her a hard time? “Sure. But I need a consult first,” she spat the words with more anger than she intended.

  “Sorry.” He pushed back from the table. “Let me know when you have something for me to see.”

  He marched out of the conference room.

  Abby sighed. She had let her fear surface in front of everyone. She smiled at the group. “Let’s reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. Ok? I think we all need a day after the Vegas success.”

  She hurried out of the meeting, looking for a place to hide. She ran to the ladies’ room and splashed water on her face. She dabbed a towel to her neck. She had broken out in a sweat.

  There was no way she was going to give Cal money, but if she didn’t, she could lose Cole and Deacon.

  She didn’t have enough in her savings to make a payment that would satisfy her greedy cousin. She could take out a loan, but she knew that still wouldn’t be enough to make him happy. If she had been worth six-digits to Deacon in a poker game, Cal had to be thinking a figure somewhere near that.

  She leaned into the wall for support. The chills ran through her. Heat and cold. Back and forth, controlling her body with fear and rage.

  Where was she going to come up with that kind of money?

  Douglas greeted her at the door when she arrived at the manor. Cole and Deacon were stuck at the office in a meeting. They told her to go ahead and eat dinner without them.

  “Anything you need, Miss?” Douglas asked.

  “No. I think I’m going to take a hot bath.”

  “Should I draw it for you?”

  She looked at him. Douglas had been doing thing for her since she arrived, but that wasn’t something she needed help with.

  “I think I’ve got it.” She smiled. “Will you let me know when Deacon or Cole are home?”

  “Yes. Dinner is at six.”

  She rolled her eyes. She thought maybe since they were out for the night she could eat on her own schedule.

  “Ok.” She climbed the stairs, feeling the exhaustion hit her.

  Her phone buzzed. She saw Cal’s name appear on the screen this time.

  “What is it?” she asked quickly.

  “Are we meeting tonight?”

  “What? I said I would call you when I had something for you.”

  “I’m not patient.”

  She reached the top of the stairs and rushed to her room. The last thing she needed was Douglas to hear her conversation.

  “You’re going to have to be. I don’t have the kind of money you think I do. You gambled me into this situation, Cal. It’s not like you sent me with a dowry.”

  “What the fuck is a dowry?”

  She hung her head. “It doesn’t matter. It just means, I need some time.”

  “You have until the morning. Or I go to the press.”

  “Morning? There aren’t piles of cash lying around the house, Cal. I don’t know what you think happens with rich people and money. It’s in accounts, not stuffed in a mattress.”

  He blew into the phone. “I don’t care how you get it. Just get it.”

  Before she could protest again the line was silent. Abby looked at the phone. He had hung up on her.

  “Shit,” she whispered, sinking on the bed.

  Last night she had moved into her new suite of rooms, adjoining both Cole and Deacon’s rooms. They had slept together last night, christening the room with more sex than she thought was possible.

  Her body was insatiable when it came to those two. She flattened her hand on the pillow where Cole slept and rolled to Deacon’s side. She could still smell them on the pillows. They were her everything.

  They would be humiliated if they discovered what she had done. They
wouldn’t be able to forgive her. They would never look at her the same way.

  Her eyes burned. The tears stung. She loved how they touched her. How they kissed her. How they worshipped her body. The idea that she could lose it because of her past, was suffocating. She fell to the bed as the sobs filled her lungs.

  She couldn’t lose them. Not now. Not ever.

  32

  Abby

  She awoke to Deacon nuzzled to her breast. Cole was pressed against her back. She opened her eyes. Deacon smiled.

  “Good morning, sweetheart.”

  “When did you two get home? I never heard you come in.”

  They were naked. She felt the warmth of their skin under the covers.

  Cole kissed her neck. “It was after midnight. You must have been exhausted.”

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized.

  “We shouldn’t have both left you alone all night,” Deacon answered. “Someone should have been with you.”

  “I thought we established I have some independence now,” she teased.

  Deacon trailed a finger over her breast, coaxing her nipple to perk. She felt Cole’s hand round over her bottom, cupping her heat.

  She groaned.

  “Do you want that independence right now?” Deacon taunted. “Or do you want us to fuck you properly?”

  She reached forward, clasping his solid cock in her hand. It dribbled with drops of dew on her fingertips. She sighed as Cole pressed his shaft between her legs.

  “What do you want, Abby?” He nipped at her ear.

  “I want you both right now,” she whispered. “Please don’t make me wait any more. I can’t take it if you tell me no.”

  He growled. “I want to fuck your ass, baby. You know that, right?”

  She nodded. “I want you inside me at the same time as Deacon. I have to know what it feels like.”

 

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