Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

by Nicole Elliot

  Deacon ran his fingers between her legs, massaging her folds. Her pried her slit wide, sliding a finger inside her. She whimpered. She loved how he made her juices flow for him. She rocked into his hand.

  “He’s not gentle. One taste of your ass and he’s going to lose his mind,” he warned. “Let’s wait.”

  The excitement and fear coursed through her. How could Cole be the wild one? She didn’t know if it was possible. But she trusted Deacon.

  Cole’s palm coasted along her spine, pushing the hair from her neck. His lips trailed kisses across her shoulders. “I’ll fuck you deep, baby.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned. She pushed into Deacon’s fingers.

  “Are you ready for that?”

  She didn’t want to think, only to act. But the fear was stronger than her sense of sexual adventure.

  She shook her head. “I’m scare, Cole.”

  “It’s ok,” he groaned. She knew he was restraining himself. “We have all the time in the world. We will share this bed every night.”

  Deacon rolled on his back pulling her on top of him. “Let’s give Cole a little of what he wants.” He winked.

  She grinned at him, sliding back on her hands and knees until her mouth was over Deacon’s beautiful shaft. She took a long slow lick, inhaling it. She loved how he tasted.

  He folded his hands behind his head and watched her mouth take him in steady pumps.

  “Fuck, yeah. So hot, baby.” Cole positioned himself behind her, slapping her on the ass.

  Within seconds his face was buried between her legs. He went wild, sliding his tongue between her slit and diving it in her pussy. He maneuvered it higher, pumping a finger inside her, driving her to the brink as his tongue played with the ridge of muscles around her forbidden zone.

  Every time they penetrated there, she knew she wasn’t ready. She loved it more each time. It was getting easier, but this morning wasn’t the day she’d take all of Cole’s cock. He had more work to do to get her ready.

  He licked at her entrance, playing with her hole, before he broke away.

  Abby rode up and down Deacon’s cock with her tongue circling his long shaft. He thrust inside her. She loved this angle. She could control how deep it was. She looked into his eyes, locking into his lust. His abs rippled with cuts of muscle.

  She almost jerked off his cock when she felt Cole behind her again. He opened the lube and lathered it on her hole.

  “Ready for level three?” he asked.

  She stared at Deacon, giving him her answer.

  “Oh this is going to be sweet.” He looked over her shoulder at his friend.

  She wiggled back, feeling the lube coat her backside. She had managed to handle levels one and two. She was ready to graduate. She wanted them to know how dedicated she was to her studies.

  “Spread that little ass far, baby,” Cole commanded. His demeanor in bed was so different than the rest of his personality. Every time he switched to his authoritative self it turned her on.

  She did as he asked, feeling her ass expand. He rubbed more lube between her legs and then pushed something so wide and thick inside her, she squealed. She reeled up off Deacon’s cock.

  He reached up to steady her.

  “Relax, baby.”

  She smiled. “No. It’s good. So good.” She ran her hands through her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders as her hands moved to her breasts. “Oh, do it again, Cole.”

  Deacon watched in utter amazement.

  “Shit. His jaw dropped. “She’s a fucking rock star.”

  She lowered herself to his cock, this time fitting the entrance of her pussy on his head. She slammed on to him as Cole fucked her ass with the biggest dildo in the stash. Her core and ass sizzled with fire. It tore through her rapidly, burning so fast she thought she’d come before she could get Deacon there.

  She rode him hard, but he wasn’t anxious for things to end quickly. He was turned on by watching Cole behind her. She saw the hunger in his eyes.

  The dildo spread her, filled her. She bucked backward, glancing over her shoulder. All this time they had been careful not to go to fast, when what felt good was something that stretched her fully. She knew was it was that could satisfy her beyond words. Cole looked at her. She nodded at him.

  “I want you, Cole. I know I can handle it. No more toys. I want you. All of you inside my ass.”

  “Fuck,” he growled. He threw the baton on the floor. He didn’t second guess her. He didn’t argue anymore. His huge cock pressed to her ass. His hands gripped her waist. She held Deacon’s gaze as Cole sliced into her with a thrust enough to knock the air from her lungs.

  “Oh Cole.” The tears streamed down her face.

  She rocked onto Deacon’s cock, feeling the soothing ecstasy fill her then she rose up, knowing the fire was coming.

  Cole slammed into her. She was blinded with a white light of pain. She hissed.

  She looked in Deacon’s eyes as he pushed into her.

  She couldn’t help it. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t say it first.

  Deacon’s hands cupped her face. “I love you, Abby.”

  The tears splashed to his chest from her eyes. “Oh God, I love you too.”

  Cole pumped inside her, holding her waist close to his body. There was no where for her to go but to feel the intensity. To live in the moment of their bodies forever knowing each other in this place. For him to be buried so deep in her ass she’d never forget what they shared. She cried as he kissed her neck.

  “I love you so much, Abby. I love you, baby.”

  “Cole, I love you,” she sobbed. “I love you.”

  He lowered her back to Deacon, who thrust with a rock of his hips as they all began to surrender to the release searing under their skin. Abby knew it would control her. There was nothing she could do but let herself fall. To give in to their passion. To fully give her body to these two men. To let them catch her and hold her as she came deeper than she ever had.

  “Your ass is mine, baby,” Cole yelped.

  “Yes,” Abby answered. “Take it.”

  Deacon leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “I fucking love you.”

  She let the orgasm radiate from inside her. Like a soothing light coating her from the inside out. It burned and seared, melting their bodies into one.

  Deacon exploded inside her walls as Cole emptied his orgasm where no man had touched her. She jolted back and forth between them. Lost in their love. Lost in their bodies. Lost to pure happiness.

  33

  Abby

  If every morning began that way, Abby knew her life would be full of love. Her heart was ready to burst. Cole wrapped a hand around her waist. Deacon had gone downstairs to bring up a pot of coffee. No one was in a rush to get to the office this morning.

  “I don’t have words, Abby.” Cole brushed the hair on her cheek. “You amaze me.”

  She wiggled closer to him. “It was so intense.” She looked in his eyes. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone.”

  “Are you ok?” he asked. “I know I’m rough.”

  “I feel like my skin is floating around my body.” She giggled. “I’m perfect.”

  “I’ll never forget this morning. I’ll never forget what you gave me.” He kissed her nose gently.

  “Neither will I.”

  Deacon pushed the door open and walked in with a tray of mugs and a pot of steaming coffee.

  Abby sat up on the pile of pillows.

  “Mmm. Coffee.”

  “For you.” He handed her a mug.

  He climbed into bed next to her.

  “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

  She looked at them. “You two are worried about me.”

  “Yep. You are our top priority. You are our family now, Abby. There isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you.” Deacon’s voice was serious.

  “Family?” she whispered. The terrible pit of fear hit her out of nowhere. She had awakened in the
ir arms and forgotten about Cal. The blackmail had seemed like a dream she had pushed to the back recesses of her mind.

  “Family,” Cole echoed. “As unconventional as it is. That’s what our relationship is. We love you. We love you like the only woman who was meant for us.”

  “Oh God,” she croaked. She suddenly couldn’t drink anymore of the coffee. She felt the walls caving in on her.

  “What’s wrong?” Deacon searched her face.

  “I-I don’t deserve any of this. I don’t deserve you.” She wiggled to try to free herself from them, but Cole took the coffee and Deacon’s hands landed on her shoulders.

  “Talk to us. What’s going on?”

  She shook her head. “You’ll hate me.”

  “Doubtful.” Cole laughed.

  “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

  “Other than give us everything we’ve ever wanted?” Deacon stared at her.

  “You’re going to find out either way.”

  “Find out what?” Cole’s blue eyes turned a dark cobalt color. “You’re scaring us, Abby.”

  She stared at the sheet. She couldn’t face them. “Remember when someone hacked your payroll system two years ago?”

  “Are you talking about HiTech Global right now?” Deacon asked.

  She nodded. She had to fight the tears. These weren’t happy ones. “Cal has had all kinds of ideas to make cash. It never ends. One of those ideas was training me to be a hacker. And I hacked HiTech’s payroll for a quarter. I transferred the payments into one of Cal’s offshore accounts. Small amounts so they wouldn’t be traced. And only for three months. But it was me. I stole from you.”

  The room was quiet. She looked up. Abby’s heart fell to her stomach.

  34

  Cole

  He’d never loved a woman like he loved Abby. He couldn’t imagine sharing anything more intense than taking her virginity the way he had this morning. But now she was sitting in between him and Deacon, confessing to theft. To hacking. To hiding money.

  Cole bit his lip. He was stunned.

  “Cal made you hack into our payroll?” He tried to keep his voice calm.

  She nodded. “I knew it was wrong. I knew stealing from you was wrong. I didn’t touch the employees’ income, just the company portions. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but Cal didn’t know where the money came from, only that it ended up where he wanted it.”

  Deacon pressed his lips together. “This is it, isn’t it? This is what the fucked up money philosophy is all about?”

  She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He pushed off the bed and paced at the window. “Damn it, Abby.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  Cole stared at her. “What did you mean we were going to find out?”

  “Cal is blackmailing me. He said if I didn’t get cash to him this morning he was going to the press and outing me.”

  “That’s insane.”

  She sniffed. “I didn’t want to ask for the money and I don’t have enough to pay him.” He saw the look of desperation in her eyes. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by me. I don’t want to tarnish Soar. It means so much to you. God, I don’t know what to do to make this right.”

  “You should have told us,” Deacon growled. “From the beginning. You should have told us.”

  “I wasn’t in the best position to say much.” She stared at him. “I wasn’t a guest here.”

  Cole placed a hand on her knee. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve told us now. We have to figure out how to deal with your cousin.”

  Deacon continued to pace. He knew his friend would be angry for a while. But he knew exactly what was going through his head. He was pissed at Cal—not Abby.

  “You what?” She blinked back the tears.

  Cole pressed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll figure it out.”

  She shook her head, her hair flying around her bare shoulders. “No. I’ll leave. I’ll resign from my position at Soar. You can clean up the PR nightmare when I’m out of the picture.”

  Deacon rushed to the side of the bed. “Hell no.”

  Her eyes flew to his. “Don’t try to protect me in this. I did it. I hacked in. I helped Cal. And maybe I didn’t get caught then, but I’m going to have to pay for it now.”

  Deacon’s hands moved to her face. “We’ve all done shit we’re not proud of, sweetheart. But no one is going to hurt you again. Cole and I will make sure of that.”

  “How can you forgive me?” she whispered.

  Cole smiled. “You were in bed with us about thirty minutes ago, weren’t you?”

  She blushed. She was beautiful and sexy. Still so innocent. “Yes.”

  “You belong to us. We belong to you. That means something, Abby. Deacon and I will take care of your cousin.”

  There was alarm in her voice. “Are you going to pay him off?”

  Deacon scoured the room for his clothes. He threw a shirt at Cole. “He’s not going to bother you.”

  “Wait. Please tell me something. Anything,” she pleaded.

  Cole leaned to kiss her on the cheek before he and Deacon left. “We’ve got you. We’ve got this. Try to get some sleep.”

  “Sleep? You expect me to sleep?”

  “Work?” he suggested.

  “I have to get to the office. I have another Soar meeting.”

  “Good. We’ll meet you there. And stop worrying.”

  35

  Abby

  There was no point in sitting around her room. Abby hopped from the bed and walked to the master suite. She started the hot water in the shower. At least if she were in her office she could be distracted. She’d rather listen to Maureen ramble on about her dating life than sit alone and worry about what could happen when Cole and Deacon faced Cal.

  She had never expected them to take on her problems. As she stepped in the shower she wondered if knights in armor were a real thing. Were Cole and Deacon her knights? It didn’t seem possible they could forgive her after what she had done.

  But they had rushed off to fix everything.

  The water ran over her shoulders and down her back. On top of everything, she had shared something with them this morning she never imagined she could experience. They had both been inside her at the same time. She wrapped her arms around her body trying to hold on to that feeling.

  What it felt like to be totally possessed. To be filled beyond her dreams.

  Cal couldn’t take that away from her. Cal didn’t control her destiny anymore. She turned off the water, watching the last bubbles slide down the drain and disappear.

  Abby reached for a towel. She loved Deacon and Cole for what they wanted to do, but this was her mess. She had to clean it up.

  She got dressed and grabbed her keys.

  Abby squared her shoulders as she faced the Mantelli compound. She had prayed she would never set foot inside this place again, but she couldn’t run from her problems. And she couldn’t send her knights in to rectify something she had done.

  She took each of the stone steps with confidence. This wasn’t like the last time she was here. No one would ever drag her out and stuff her in a trunk again.

  Deacon’s sports car was parked in front. She could hear their loud voices from the other side of the door.

  Abby burst inside. Their eyes darted toward her.

  “What are you doing here?” Deacon asked. His face was stern. Cole was as determined as his friend.

  “Abby, you don’t need to be here.”

  She stepped forward, locking eyes with her cousin. “Yes, I do. Cal has no right to do any of this.”

  Her cousin laughed. “So you sent your men to take care of your little fuck up, but you don’t trust them enough to take care of it?” he mocked. “This little arrangement the three of you has is fucked up.”

  Her eyes narrowed. She could claw at his face. She could kick him in the balls. She could spit on his cheek. But she held her ground. She didn’t want him to know h
ow much she hated him.

  Deacon stepped in front of her, but she didn’t want him to protect her this time.

  “I can do this, Deac.” She pressed a hand to his elbow.

  She stared at Cal. “You’re not going to the media.”

  He rolled his eyes. “You sound like these two. I’m happy to keep your escapades to myself if you hand over a hundred thousand to start.”

  She didn’t let her eyes bulge or her jaw drop. She had to stay steady.

  “You aren’t getting the money and you aren’t releasing the story.”

  Cole was behind her. She felt the warmth of his body as he laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, trying to convince him she could do this.

  Cal sat on the couch, crossing a leg over his knee. “See, what you don’t get is that I have dirt on you.”

  “What you don’t get, is that I have way more on you,” she hissed.

  He raised his arms in the air. “My hands are clean. I had nothing to do with your internet heist. You can’t trace that to me. Not even the accounts. You know they are ghost accounts.”

  Abby reached in her pocket and held up a thumb drive. “But I have every other piece of dirt on you I could find.” She slammed the drive on the coffee table. “And that is just one of many, many copies.” She tilted her head in his direction.

  Cal reached for it, but Deacon cut him off. “Don’t touch it,” he snarled, knocking Cal back on the couch.

  “You collected evidence against me? Against your own family?”

  Abby nodded. “You wanted me to be hacker. Don’t you remember? You created this little skill I have.”

  “But you’re using it against me? You’re turning on me?”

  “It’s all there, Cal. And if something happens to me, or to one of them there are plenty of copies that can be discovered that will incriminate you. You’ll be in prison the rest of your life.”

  He looked at her and then his eyes flicked to Deacon and Cole. “Fuck.”

  Deacon collected the drive from the coffee table. “We’ll take this as one of the insurance pieces that you aren’t going to release that story about Abby.”