by Kait Gamble
Kendra gasped, trying to catch her breath. She was helpless against the tidal wave of pleasure that bowed her body under him. When she would have reared up, Dmitri held her in place with firm hands against her rib cage.
Dmitri ran his hands upward, over her breasts and up her arms then back again. He weighted and molded her swollen mounds.
Hot and aching, Kendra lowered her gaze once again to catch Nikos’ eyes. Watching him as he pleasured her only added to the sensation blazing through her like a wildfire. The delicious torture of being restrained as Nikos lashed her with his tongue. Grazed her with his teeth. Sucked and nibbled and teased.
It didn’t take long before an orgasm slammed into her, curling her toes and tearing a cry from her throat.
And that was before his hands came into play as well.
Not waiting for her to come down, he slipped his fingers into her and coaxed her excitement even higher.
“Nikos, please.” The moan caught in her throat before turning into a wail when he crooked his fingers.
Writhing, panting, bucking, Kendra clawed at Dmitri’s shoulders as Nikos brought her to the brink of another screaming orgasm.
Then he pulled away.
Trembling and almost desperate enough to kick Nikos out of spite for what he’d just done, Kendra glared at him. “Nikos! Please…”
He smirked and took her hand, tugging her out of Dmitri’s embrace. “Come.”
“I was trying to…” she grumbled. Her grousing earned chuckles from both men this time.
Nikos sat on the edge of the bed and led her around to stand in front of him. It didn’t take much to figure out what he wanted.
With his help, she soon straddled him and was slowly sliding down his cock. As much as she wanted to reach the heights he had brought her to again, Kendra wanted to make this last.
Just as she settled hip to hip with him, Nikos sucked her nipple into his mouth. What else could she do but buck against him? The wet slide of his body against her, inside her, was sublime. Kendra could barely imagine anything that could compare to the experience except for maybe trading Nikos for Dmitri.
Speaking of…
Dmitri had come up behind her once more. She couldn’t see him yet, but she sensed his presence. Any moment now, she would feel his hands on her again.
And she did.
Dmitri grazed the skin of her back, trailing his fingers, and somehow that alone sent tingles of sensation radiating through her. As she rocked on Nikos, Dmitri did nothing more than slide his hands over Kendra, using his touch to add to her pleasure.
Again, just as she was about to explode, Nikos slowed his movements and gripped her hips to prevent her from moving as well.
“Nikos.” She gasped. “Don’t stop.” So close. So, so close.
He silenced her with a kiss as he dragged her forward so she lay on his chest.
Dmitri leaned over her, sandwiching her between them. The best place to be in her estimation.
“I need to be inside you as well, kotenok,” he rasped. “Will you allow me that pleasure?”
“Yes.” Anything.
He murmured something that sounded laden with relief and thanks before kissing his way down her body.
Then he shifted away.
Kendra didn’t get a chance to dwell on it because Nikos had gripped her hips and dragged her back and forth over him. Slowly, deeply, torturously. Developing a slow burn rather than building up a climax.
Dmitri returned moments later. On the bed next to her, he placed the box he’d brought in earlier and opened it.
Through a haze, she watched him pull out a condom and lubrication. She vaguely wondered where the box had come from and what else might be in there.
That was until she felt his finger, slicked with the lube, against her tight ring of muscles. He slowly worked it inside, using Nikos’ rocking motion to aid him.
Then she felt him there. Gently, he pushed forward, working to lodge the big head of his cock inside her.
Clenching her teeth against the burning stretch, she hissed when he pushed again.
Nikos cupped her cheeks and brushed his mouth against hers. “Relax, agapi mou. Let Dmitri do all the work.”
Dmitri patiently pushed into her inch by inch, waiting a few seconds after each thrust to let her get used to him, until he was as deep as he could get. The foreign sensation created an ache-burn, but it was pleasurable rather than painful. Kendra squirmed a little, trying to get accustomed to the new feelings.
He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder blade as he murmured something that soothed her, even though she couldn’t quite hear his whispered words.
Once he started moving, however, the calm—and the discomfort—disappeared. Streaks of pleasure arced through her and they only compounded when Nikos began thrusting again. The sensation of being so full and the friction from the alternating onslaught pushed her higher and higher until she couldn’t have held back her orgasm if she’d tried.
Hooking her arm around Dmitri’s neck behind her and winding her other arm around Nikos’ Kendra thrust against them. Intuiting what she needed, they pushed into her in tandem now. Their thrusts swayed her as they grew more powerful.
Kendra was overwhelmed. Their dual assault on her was sensory overload. They had to feel it as well. They must have. There was no way they weren’t swamped with the same intensity of emotion and sensation as she.
“So close…” Nikos groaned. The strain of trying to keep control of his body showed in the clench of his jaw, the determination in his eyes as he moved.
“You will hold on. Not until I feel her coming around me,” grunted Dmitri, though his pace slowed as if to goad Nikos.
That wouldn’t be long. Kendra’s toes already tingled with the telltale sensation that usually preceded a spectacular orgasm.
The look in Nikos’ eyes turned mischievous when he met Kendra’s gaze. He slipped a hand between them and circled her clit with a featherlight stroke.
Kendra barely processed his triumphant grin before her body tightened then exploded. Waves of bliss tore through her as she called out their names.
Dmitri redoubled his efforts and the friction of his cock in her ass and against the thin barrier separating the two men built on the remnants of her orgasm and pushed Kendra over the edge again, this time followed closely by Nikos.
As her Greek bucked against her, wringing out every bit of pleasure he could from both their bodies, Dmitri gripped her hips and held her as he pushed himself deeply and came with a low groan.
They lay there for a while, a tangle of limbs, calm and replete. As Kendra caught her breath she could still feel the thundering heartbeats of the men pressed tightly against her.
Kendra smiled at them, “If this is your idea of punishment, I’ll never be good again.”
That earned her a smack on the ass from her Russian. “Minx.”
“That’s fine by me.” Nikos stretched, giving her a great view of his body. “Just let me know whenever you’re thinking even slightly naughty thoughts and I’ll come running.”
“Not if I get there first.” Dmitri grazed her thigh with his hand. “That is, of course, if anything can get us to leave your side in the first place.”
Kendra laughed at the thought of having these two incredible men at her sides for the foreseeable, very bright-looking future.
“Come.” Nikos swept her up in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom as Dmitri followed. “Time to get clean before we get dirty again.”
She certainly wasn’t going to say no to that.
Kendra leaned back to enjoy the ride.
Life certainly was good.
Epilogue
Kendra gazed out of the window with a smile on her face as she settled back to enjoy the ride. A year before she never would have imagined that her life could have changed so much.
Yet here she was experiencing autumn in Paris, in a limo sent just for her, on her way to a modeling assignment. She had two amazing me
n who kept her on her toes and they traveled the world together, having the adventures that she’d always wanted. Her father was taken care of by the best money could buy and her sister had taken a job at the Totally Five Star, Whistler as a chambermaid.
Kendra couldn’t imagine things getting any better for her.
She lifted her hand to look at the ring Nikos and Dmitri had presented her with over the weekend before they’d had to leave on business. It was a play on the traditional Russian trinity engagement ring. One band was gleaming white palladium, the other matt, dark brushed tungsten, the third platinum and studded with tiny glittering diamonds that filled the band all the way around. Her men told her that they symbolized the three of them, their unity, and wore rings to match. Simple single bands. Nikos the dark and Dmitri the light. They hadn’t mentioned anything else. Not that she needed more. As far as she was concerned, she had everything she could ever want.
Kendra didn’t need words to know that they were committed to one another.
It took her a few minutes to manage to take her eyes off the sparkling gems, though she couldn’t quite stop herself from toying with the interlocked rings.
Her phone buzzed, drawing her attention to her coat pocket.
Kendra’s smile grew as she read the text.
Missing you. Can’t wait to be there with you in the a.m. to help keep you warm. N
She shook her head. So sweet. Nibbling her bottom lip, Kendra replied.
Miss you too. But you don’t need to rush. I’m sure Dmitri is more than capable of keeping me from freezing. X
She loved to tease him. Both of them. Whenever her men were away from her for more than a couple of days, the reunion was always explosive. Riling up their competitive natures would just add to it in a very good way.
Nikos immediately replied with a list of the things he would do to her when he saw her again that heated her cheeks and caused her to squirm in her seat.
Mission accomplished. Now the one thing that could make their return even better…
Grinning, she texted Dmitri, who was currently somewhere in Germany and due to meet them the following afternoon. Kendra told him exactly what Nikos planned to do and asked what he would do to top that.
It didn’t take long for him to reply.
Anything he can do, I can do ten times better. Be rested when I get there, kotenok. You’ll need it. D
Kendra chuckled and put her phone away. She was definitely in for a few busy nights when they arrived in Paris.
By the time the car pulled up at the location, she was brimming with happiness and excitement. The latest shoot for De Winters was looking to be a massive one with several other models slated to be involved. Even Kiki Brandt.
Up until now, she hadn’t met the woman and Kendra wasn’t sure how it would go over.
But she was excited about the shoot and nothing would dampen her enthusiasm.
She got out her security pass and waited as a small group was being checked as they entered the area that had been cordoned off. Even then, there were fans and photographers lined up trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on.
Kendra was never more relieved that she had chosen to wear a big hat and sunglasses to disguise her identity. At least at first glance.
She was nearly at the front of the line when she heard a car screech to a stop behind her then the clatter of heels.
Kendra turned just like everyone else to witness the practiced pose the woman put on as she waited for the attention to be on her.
“Oh my God, that’s Kendra Wright!” squealed a voice in the crowd.
Cameras flashed and heads turned toward the woman who flicked her hair out of her face as if it would help identify her better.
“It’s Kiki, actually,” she snarled through the false smile. Kiki Brandt batted her lashes coquettishly at the crowd before her gaze landed on Kendra. Her expression faltered a moment before she brushed Kendra aside. “Out of the way.”
She didn’t attempt to stop the irate model from storming past. Kendra actually found the whole thing hilarious. People mistaking Kiki for her? And her reaction? Priceless.
Kendra fought back a laugh as pulled out her phone. She had to tell Dmitri and Nikos. They would love this as much as she did.
The shoot wasn’t going to be boring if this was any indication.
Her phone pinged with their replies.
No, nothing about her life was going to be boring anymore.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Tanvi took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet, floral scent of the many flowers crowded into the garden beds. Peacocks strutted around the grounds, the lone male’s tail feathers splayed proudly, showing off the beautiful green and turquoise plumes in his standard courtship ritual.
She was sitting in her usual spot, under a shade canopy provided by an Indian rosewood. It was her custom before her weekly meeting with George Benson, the Totally Five Star New Delhi Finance Manager. She loved coming to the hotel. It was like an oasis in the desert, providing her with much-needed respite from the sweaty heat and bodies of the city. A large kidney-shaped pond provided a tranquil vista. Fat gold and white koi drifted lazily, hiding under the water lilies then darting out to gulp down unsuspecting insects. The beautiful garden was her sanctuary, a peaceful haven that she used to think. She gazed around at the few hotel guests also taking refuge in the serenity, some reading, others just sitting and relaxing. She always allowed herself half an hour in the koi garden. It was enough time to recharge her batteries and shake off the grime of the city.
Tanvi looked at her watch, sighed and rose to her feet. She strode into the magnificent Totally Five Star foyer and took a moment to appreciate her surroundings. The air conditioning immediately provided a cool, crisp reprieve from the cloyingly hot outside temperature. Large bamboo ceiling fans rotated slowly, dispersing the cool air. Patchouli incense burned discreetly in brass burners spotted around the vast lobby. Large, ornate wall hangings of peacocks adorned the white walls. She’d determined some time ago that when she finally moved out of the suffocating environment of her family home, she was going to invest in one of the elaborate embroideries for herself. They were true works of art, particularly when one imagined the hard-working ladies of Rajasthan hunched over the black velvet fabric, needles strung with rich thread as they hand-sewed the birds in beautiful detail.
Handmade red and blue silk rugs lay scattered across the marble floors, giving a traditional look and feel. She glanced to her right and ran her hand admiringly across the highly polished surface of the sheesham wood side table. She loved the fact that the Totally Five Star had contracted Indian craftsmen to make all their furniture but had also ensured that the wood had been sustainably sourced. The grand foyer was dotted with lovely Indian-inspired sheesham furnishings, adding a decidedly authentic impression. She loved it.
She took a seat on one of the cotton-upholstered armchairs. Again, she’d been impressed by the hotel’s support of local employment and skill. They’d commissioned a not-for-profit organization to create the fabric using the traditional block printing technique. She smoothed a hand across the lush fabric and imagined the ladies hand-stamping the cotton in the traditional Rajasthan way. She looked at her watch again. George was running late. They generally met in the foyer first then decided if they would move to George’s office or the lobby restaurant. Tanvi hoped he’d opt for the restaurant. It overlooked the lovely grounds and she preferred it to George’s chaotic office.
She heard his telltale English accent and looked up. He was striding across the lobby, a pile of paperwork in one hand and a mobile in the other. His ruddy complexion was even redder today and he was breathing heavily, the Indian heat obviously getting to him. When he saw her, he broke into his usual good-natured smile. He hung up his mobile and tossed his paperwork
on a nearby chair.
“Tanvi, my dear. How are you?”
Tanvi rose and smiled at the affable Englishman. She liked George and seeing him always made her day brighter. “George, I’m well.” She grasped his outstretched hand and indicated his paperwork with a nod. “I see we have some work ahead of us.”
He chuckled. “It’s not as bad as it looks, I assure you. Just some taxation matters to go over.”
“Shall we sit in the restaurant?” Tanvi proposed. “I could really use a cup of tea and one of your divine pastries.”
George gathered up his paperwork. “Of course. I could use a change of scenery. I’ve been dealing with payroll all morning.”
Tanvi looked at him in surprise. “Where’s your assistant?”
“Isha had some family matter to attend to.” He shrugged then chuckled. “She’ll be back soon and it’s good for me to get my hand in every now and again. I get rusty with the processes otherwise. It just means that I’m incredibly busy. I would have canceled our meeting this morning, but I need to go over these issues with you.”
“Are you sure you can take the time? I can come back when Isha has returned. Surely the tax can wait a few days?”
George winked at her. “Not at all, and besides, I too am looking forward to one of our fabulous pastries.” He rubbed his substantial belly. “Although my wife would have my head if she knew. She has me on a strict diet.” He gave a heavy sigh. “Cholesterol.”
They’d entered the lobby restaurant where the hotel guests were finishing their breakfasts. Tanvi gazed at the delicious spread of food—exotic fruit, yogurt, pastries and the famous South Indian pancakes, dosas, served with every imaginable accompaniment.
They found a vacant table by the window overlooking the koi garden. Tanvi glanced at the pile of paperwork in George’s arms, an idea popping into her head. She could fill in for Isha. It would give her some time out of the office and a much-needed change. She mentally checked her schedule. There was nothing urgent and she knew her father would approve of the idea—the Totally Five Star was one of their best clients, after all.