“This what you were after, angel?” Shane growled. “These what you were looking for?”
I nodded silently, my tongue wetting my lips and my pussy leaking my arousal down my thighs. I reached up, and when my fingers of each hand curled around them each, I trembled.
Oh God.
Hot skin pulsed under my fingers, their pulses beating into my palms. I moved my hands gently, stroking up and down once, and as the thick precum beaded at both of their swollen crowns, I moaned eagerly.
I was really about to do this.
I leaned in, looking up at Adam. And gently, I kissed his crown. He hissed, jaw clenching and eyes blazing with heat as I let my tongue dart out and swipe a slow, lazy circle around his glans.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck that tongue feels good on my cock.”
I grinned, biting my lip as I turned to Shane. I looked up at him, into his fierce, masculine face, and when I moved in, our eyes locked. I used my lips this time, and when I slid them over his thick head, he growled fiercely. His cock throbbed between my lips, the head flaring in my mouth. And when I tasted the salty sweetness of his precum, I whimpered.
“Suck that big cock, baby,” he groaned. “Take me in. Take me into that hot little mouth and then I want you to taste my brother as well.”
I moaned at his filthy words, and when I slid my mouth down further around him, we both moaned. I sucked, slurping back up and moving away, letting my tongue lap at the slit in his crown and tasting more precum before I moved back to Adam. This time, I took him deep, all at once — dropping my mouth down around his fat cock and slurping him into the back of my throat. He roared, hissing as his hands slid into my hair, tangling in it. I whimpered at the loss of control, giving into it and loving it. He grabbed my hair, gently pulling me back up his cock before pulling me back down, like he was fucking my mouth.
“Shit, angel,” Shane growled, his own hand sliding into my hair too, helping to pump my lips up and down Adam’s cock.
“Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful sucking his cock.”
I moaned, pulling away from Adam and moving back to Shane. I hungrily sucked him wetly inside, his fat cock throbbing over my tongue as I danced it across his underside. I pulled Adam closer, my pulse roaring as they both slid their hands into my hair. I moaned, pulling wetly and loudly from Shane and slipping my lips right over the short distance between them to Adam’s and inhaling his cock. I whimpered, sucking on him for a second before I slid off and moved right back to Shane. I pulled them even closer together, the both of them crowding me with their big cocks inches apart.
I slid my mouth back to Adam, and then to Shane, slurping and humming hungrily as I let my lips slide from one cock to the other. I opened my mouth wide, my whole body trembling with the filthiness of what we were doing as I sucked both their cocks inside. The two of them froze for a second, growling but giving in to the feeling of me sucking them both, my tongue darting between them.
“Fuck, angel,” Shane groaned, his hand tightening in my hair, his jaw clenching, and his eyes blazing into mine as I dragged them up to his. His cock throbbed, pulsing between my lips and leaking precum across my tongue.
“Fuck, you keep that up and you’re going to make me fucking come. You’re going to make me spill my cum all over that pretty tongue and down your throat.”
I moaned wildly, sucking on him harder.
“Shit, me too,” Adam groaned, his fingers entwining in my hair, his balls drawing up as his cock pulsed in my hand. I slid my mouth to him, swirling my tongue around his swollen crown and sucking him between my lips as he hissed in pleasure.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he groaned, spurring me on.
This was wild. This was out of control. This was the dirtiest thing I’d ever done.
But I knew I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, I’d realize how insane I was acting, and I’d run. And the dream would be over. So I kept going, my pussy clenching with desire, my thighs slick with my need for more. I dropped one hand down, slipping it under my dress and rolling it over my clit. My other hand pumped one cock while I sucked on the other, and when I switched, so did my spare hand.
“Vi—”
The two of them were moaning wildly, their grunts and masculine sounds filling the small back kitchen and mixing with my own moans of pleasure. My fingers pushed me closer to the edge right with them, but feeling them swell up and get even bigger and harder in my mouth drove me right to the edge.
“Make me come, baby girl,” Shane growled. “Make that big cock come down your throat. Make us both come. Suck that cum right out of both of our cocks like a good little bad girl.”
My fingers pinched my clit, my tongue swirled over each of them, and suddenly, everything exploded.
I cried out with my own orgasm, my thighs clamping together as the climax shuddered through me. Adam roared, pushing his cock into my mouth as it swelled up and began to come for me. I whimpered, tasting his hot sticky cum across my tongue and swallowing it down as his shaft throbbed between my lips.
Shane grunted, and just as I slid my sticky lips over to him and wrapped them around his fat crown, he erupted. Hot, thick jets of his cum blasted across my tongue, mixing with Adam’s as I swallowed it back hungrily, my pulse thundering through me. The little aftershocks of my orgasm trembled through me as I moaned, moving my mouth back and forth between them until they were gasping for air.
I grinned, panting, my pulse racing and my eyes wild as I darted my tongue out to lick the last drops from each of them.
“Fuck, Vi…”
Adam groaned, pulling me up, and suddenly, they were all over me. I melted into their hard, muscled bodies, feeling their big hands slide over me and pull me tight. Their lips found my neck, kissing me softly as all three of us slowly came back down to earth.
“That was… Shit. That was fucking insane,” Shane groaned.
“I —” I blushed. “I’ve never —”
“I know, angel,” Adam growled. “Neither have we. But holy shit…” he trailed off, kissing me softly.
“Come back with us.”
I blinked at Shane. “What?”
“Or anywhere, just come with us,” he said quietly. “Our palace, wherever. But there’s no way we’re leaving here tonight without you.”
I grinned. “Looking for round two already?”
They both stared right at me, their eyes unflinching and full of heat and… something else.
“We’re looking for round infinity,” Adam said quietly. “Round two, round two-hundred, round two-thousand. I don’t want there to ever not be a round with you.”
The sound of footsteps had me pulling away from them with a gasp. The two princes swore, quickly tucking their still hard cocks back into their tux pants and straightening up. I blushed furiously, smoothing my dress down, snatching up my panties and stuffing them into my clutch just — JUST — as the door to the kitchen crashed in.
“Your Highnesses!”
The man was handsome in that military kind of way, and dressed to the nines in royal guard attire.
“Captain Oren?” Adam frowned. “Uh, can we help you with—”
“King Rian,” the big captain thundered, his eyes wild as he looked around the room. His jaw tightened “He’s not here?”
Shane stiffened. “The fuck do you mean?”
Captain Oren glanced at me for only a second, before he shook his head and grabbed his radio. “All units. Palace is on code red! I repeat, code red! His Royal Highness is still missing!”
He darted from the room, leaving us all blinking in shock.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, fear tingling through me. “The King is miss —”
Adam and Shane were snorting with laughter, and I frowned.
“Is that funny?”
Adam chuckled, wiping his eyes. “Only because we know where he is.”
I stared at him.
“He ran after some girl, right before we saw you.”
I rolled my
eyes. “Kings and their dalliances I guess —”
Shane laughed. “Rian? No. ‘Dalliances’ are hardly his thing, which is why him running after a girl is odd.” He leveled his eyes at me. “I think she was with you, actually.”
I froze, my jaw dropping as I turned back to them.
“Hang on, what?”
“Brunette? Tall, thin, green dress?” Adam arched a brow as my pulse quickened.
Holy shit. What the hell had Emilia gotten herself into?
“I — I have to go.”
I really, really had to go.
“Whoa, hang on,” Shane scowled. “Come with us, Vi. This isn’t some line, we —”
“I know it’s not,” I said quickly, my body shaking. “But I have to find my friend.”
The dream was crumbling. This fantasy of pretending I was someone I wasn’t was quickly unraveling, and Cinderella was about to turn into a pumpkin.
I looked at them both pleading.
“Tonight was amazing,” I said softly. “But I’m…”
I looked down.
“I’m not who you think I am, and I have to go find my friend, okay? Or else…yeah,” I choked out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, or else I’d go wherever with you.”
“Who do you think we think you are?” Adam growled.
“Someone you deserve,” I said quickly.
“You are that person,” Shane growled, moving towards me, fire in his eyes.
“I’m not.” I smiled sadly. “And now I have to go.”
“Wait, Vi.”
Hands on my arms stopped me, pulling me around. Suddenly, my lips were crushing to Shane’s, and I was moaning into his kiss as I fell into him. He pulled away, and Adam took his place, kissing my mouth slowly, holding me close between them.
“Thanks for a night I’ll never forget,” I whispered, pulling away from them and moving for the door, my heart sinking with every step.
“Who are you, angel?” Shane said quietly
“The baker.”
And then I was off, running down the hallways and upstairs, and down more hallways, until I was stumbling towards the ballroom. Suddenly, a side-door opened, and I almost screamed as I went crashing right into Emilia.
She shrieked, clutching her heart and jumping away before she realized who I was. God, I did the same thing, truth be told.
“Where the hell were you?” I sputtered.
Her face turned red, and my eyes instantly dropped to the very very noticeable hickeys on her neck. My jaw dropped, and suddenly, all I could think about was Adam and Shane and “the girl I’d been with in the green dress” who Rian had run after.
…Had what I thought happened really happened? Emilia, running off to get massive hickeys all over her neck from the fucking King of Bandiff?
…And holy hell, let’s not forget about me going insane with two freaking princes.
“We have to go,” Emilia hissed quickly, grabbing my hand. “Now.”
Chapter 7
Shane
Well, shit.
We’d pushed too hard. We’d been so close to fucking perfection, and we’d blown it, hard. I didn’t know what’d flipped that switch on her, but something had. We’d gone from bliss — this feeling neither Adam nor I had ever had before, to something different. She’d been comfortable with us. She’d been the perfect fit between us, actually.
And then it’d all shattered.
We’d had our cake and tried to eat it too. And now, all we had was… Well, burned cake.
Literally.
It wasn’t until after she was gone that we realized that the timer was on silent. The cake she’d put into the oven burned, and with her gone, it was almost too perfect a metaphor.
No, we weren’t worried about Rian having gone “missing.” Hell, we knew he’d run after a girl. But even after Vi had run off and we’d called Oren — Rian’s Captain of the Guard — to calm him down, he’d insisted on putting the castle on high alert. Which, you know, was probably a good thing. I guess if you have to pick a direction, you’d want your Captain of the Guard to over react to you being missing than under, right?
But then, there was also something, well, flustered about Oren. And it wasn’t just Rian being missing. It was the fact that the usually impeccably dressed, always with a perfect uniform Captain had a button undone on the collar of his guard jacket. It was that his normally perfectly fixed hair was slightly messed up.
It was the smudge of fucking lipstick on his collar that I knew damn well when I saw it.
But, now wasn’t the time to prod him. And in any case, sure enough, it wasn’t ten minutes after the mysterious Vi had run off that we got word that Rian was safe and sound. Because of course he was.
Our own security detail was with us that night. Us being the two heirs to the throne of Nessa and off in another kingdom for the night made it a necessity, even if they kept their distance. We put the word out to them, of course, to look for her amongst the guests of the ball. I mean, we weren’t stalkers but we were desperate for something. Anything really. A clue as to who this mystery girl was who’d blown into our lives, shattered everything we knew, and then run out.
“The baker,” Adam muttered, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked up, a wry smile on his face. “We should have chased her.”
“It’d have freaked her out even more.”
“Yeah, well, now she’s a fucking ghost.” He shook his head. “Vi. You know any Vis?”
I shook my head.
“And no last name. Goddamnit,” he hissed, shoving a mixing bowl across the baking table.
“That was pretty amazing though, man.”
He smiled, glancing up and me and nodding. “Shit yeah it was. I never…” He frowned. “Look, I know we joked about both of us dating whatshername before, but I never thought it would…”
“You never thought it’d work. You and me, sharing a girl?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Dude you’re my best friend, and I know there’s no bullshit or secrets or any of that crap between us. But still. I did wonder if we’d be able to handle it, both of us with a woman like that.”
“Same.” I shook my head. “But it was like the perfect fit. It was like she was made for us.”
“She was,” he growled. “And she’s going to be ours again.”
I nodded, both of us silent. Both of us wondering how true that might really be.
“Hey,” Adam grinned. “How awkward would it have been if we were totally different sizes?”
I snorted. “You mean if you’d whipped out a little shrimp dick and I was still me?”
He laughed. “Hey fuck you. In the what-if scenario, you’re the one with the micro dick.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Guess it’s a good thing we’re both hung.”
“Lucky us.”
“Lucky her,” I growled. Adam grinned.
We both looked down, the jokes we were trying to use to cover how pissed we were that she was gone slowly fading. Suddenly, my cell phone buzzed, and when I pulled it out of my pocket, my brow went up.
“It’s Marius.”
Marius was our head of security detail.
“Yeah?”
“Highness,” the large, deep-voiced Marius growled.
“Speak.”
“A woman matching the description you sent me just pulled out of the main gate in a vintage ‘76 Mustang.”
My lips curled into a grin. Okay, who the fuck was this mystery baking princess who drove awesome muscle cars?
“She was with another woman. Should we follow and apprehend her?”
I frowned, shaking my head.
“No,” I growled. “Just follow her. And turn on your locator. We’re going to follow you.”
I put the phone away, looking up to meet Adam’s eyes.
“You want to go get her?”
His jaw tightened. “Chasing her man, that could —” He frowned. “She could run again, but then…” He nodded slowly. �
��She didn’t run from us. Something spooked her.”
“Exactly,” I nodded. “And now, we’re going to amend that. Let’s go.”
Adam called ahead to more of our detail waiting by the helicopter we’d arrived in. And by the time we got to the helipad on the roof of Rian’s palace, it was primed and ready for us. I knew Rian would probably be looking for us, especially with what I was guessing had happened to him earlier in the night. But, it could wait.
It had to wait.
We jumped into the helicopter, me slipping behind the controls as Adam slammed the door shut.
“Who the hell do you think she is?”
“Does it matter?”
“No,” he growled, his look fierce. “Not as long as she’s ours.”
The blades whirred in the dark night sky, and as we lifted, Adam turned on the locator to follow Marius’s signal. And that would lead us to her.
Whoever she was.
Because whoever she was, she was it for us. She was everything.
And she was ours.
Chapter 8
Vi
“Well, that was an interesting evening.”
Emilia had driven back, and when she turned the engine to her dad’s vintage Mustang off, silence filled the garage. She glanced at me, making a face.
“Well that’s one word for it,” she mumbled quietly.
I turned, frowning. “You know, you’ve been quiet since we left.”
“Just tired,” she said quickly as we both got out of the car.
“Plan on telling me where you disappeared to back there?”
My best friend’s face reddened instantly. “Nowhere. I told you, I —”
“Yeah, you thought you saw a guard coming towards you after I went to get drinks and you panicked and ran. So you keep saying.” I grinned at her, raising my brow suspiciously. I was pretty sure I knew where she’d been.
“Brunette? Tall, thin, green dress?”
When King Rian’s captain of the guard had come rushing in, Adam and Shane had seemed to know exactly where he was. And who he was with. And if they were right, that someone was Emilia. Emilia, “lost” with the freaking King of our kingdom. And with that flush on her face and guilty look in her eyes when I found her? Well… I could connect dots as well as the next girl.
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