She felt her nipples harden and her pussy react to his control. She was done in for with these two. She couldn’t let this go anywhere. She couldn’t allow them to do this to her.
A ménage encounter? I’m going to hell in a handbasket.
Chapter 5
“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” Heather said as they stood to the side of the ballroom. It was a good two hours into the fund-raising event. She did her job greeting everyone and getting more monetary donations for the children’s hospital, but she kept looking for them. Zane and Cash told her that they were attending, but she hadn’t seen them yet.
“I know that look. Who are you looking for?” Heather asked.
“Stop with the third degree. I am not looking for anyone.” But then she scanned the area and saw Cash and Zane. Like they were some gods or chick magnets, a swarm of desperately-seeking-a-billionaire sluts surrounded them.
“Wow, those two have such the way with the ladies, huh, Chiara?”
She shot Heather a look.
“Oh shit, you like them. Yeah! Oh my God, this is great.”
“Please, Heather. This is not great. They are so wrong for me. I can’t do anything with them. I can’t let my guard down. I can’t trust like that. As a matter of fact,” Chiara said then turned toward Heather, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What, honey? Anything,” Heather said. Heather was such a good friend. Her glossy lips and perfectly done makeup just added to her beauty. She was a good person through and through.
“I was thinking about what you said. Your offer to hook me up with one of those no-strings-attached sex fests—”
Heather’s eyes widened as the sound of a throat clearing drew their attention.
Chiara turned around and looked up to see Cash and Zane standing there.
Her face filled with heat and she couldn’t even speak. God, I hope they didn’t hear me.
“Hello, Cash and Zane. So nice to see you again,” Heather said then shook their hands hello.
“Yes, glad you two could make it. Have you seen all the art displays and the gifts being raffled off?” Chiara asked, finding her shaky but functional voice.
Cash stared down into her eyes, then offered his arm. “No, we haven’t. Perhaps you would like to show us around?”
“She sure would. I have to go use the ladies’ room. I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck,” Heather said.
Chiara gave her friend a mean look. How could she leave her at a time like this?
Cash went from holding her arms and escorting her around the artwork, with Zane, to holding her around her waist. His grip was firm and his hand huge against her hip. She’d never had a man hold her like this, and in such a simple way. She felt overly in tune to Cash and Zane’s presence.
“You helped to organize all of this?” Zane asked her.
“Yes. I love volunteering.”
“We do some volunteering of our own, too. We especially like being part of the Make-A-Wish Foundation.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she replied, glancing at Zane, yet feeling just as attracted to him as to Cash, who presently held her against his side.
She shyly looked down, wondering what people might think, seeing her walking around with these two. When she looked up, she saw Jett and Flynn Greyson. Both men glanced at Cash and Zane and then to her. Flynn smiled.
“Chiara, you look stunning as always,” he said, then reached for her hand. He pulled her to him and he kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Thank you. It’s so nice of you both to make it,” she replied, as Flynn released her to Jett, who placed his hand on her hip and looked toward Cash and Zane with a serious expression, and then back at her. She didn’t know what was going on. Her body felt so sensitive.
As Jett released her, Cash and Zane shook their hands, and then Zane pulled her by his side again.
“You’ve done a wonderful job, as always, Chiara.”
“Thank you, Jett. You four know one another?” she asked Jett, and he nodded his head.
“Although sometimes we hate to admit it, Cash and Zane are very close friends of ours,” Flynn said and then winked before looking Chiara over. Zane’s hand tightened on her waist, and she could have sworn he pulled her closer. Then she felt Cash’s hand on her shoulder. He gently moved a stray piece of hair from her cheek, letting his thumb caress across her skin. He smiled at her. His dark brown eyes were beautiful.
“We’ve all known one another for years. There are ten of us that meet for game night at Phantoms.”
“Oh, that is a great place. I haven’t been in there for a while.” She somehow responded, even though she was completely turned on by Cash’s touch and Zane’s obvious possessiveness.
“Well, be sure to stop in. We’ll buy you a drink,” Flynn stated and then winked.
“Sounds good,” she whispered back, and both Jett and Flynn smiled. Then Flynn saw someone they knew and gave Jett a little nudge.
“Look who’s here.”
They all turned to see two more men they knew. Each one smiled and waved, and then looked at Chiara. Why she felt on display like some prize, she didn’t know, but then Cash and Zane excused themselves and pulled her along with them, away from the crowd.
Chiara took a moment to look Cash and Zane over as they explored some of the other art on display for auction. It was hard to concentrate and reply to guests she knew who said hello, thanked her for organizing the event, and asked her questions about future projects. Cash and Zane remained by her side, as if they were her personal escorts. She sure hoped that they weren’t being this friendly and staying so close just to act as her security. But she had to admit, she felt really safe, and very sexually aroused between them.
Both men looked stunning as usual. They wore designer suits this evening, with bold-colored shirts under the black blazers. Zane wore a dark eggplant-colored one and Cash wore a baby-blue-colored one. Both men looked like they’d stepped out of a men’s fashion catalog.
“So how did you get involved with volunteering anyway?”
She focused on the gift baskets and other items being donated by hundreds of companies and stores across Manhattan.
Trailing a finger along a spa basket, she started talking. “It was my mom who got me involved with volunteering.”
“Your mom passed away, right?” Zane asked. She looked at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and nodded her head.
“It was only two years ago. She died of cancer.”
“That’s rough to go through. I’m sorry for your loss,” Cash told her then moved his hand from her waist and took her hand. He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly. Their gazes locked, and she swallowed hard.
“I appreciate that. Thank you.” She started to pull away, but Cash wouldn’t allow it, nor would Zane.
“Let’s walk around, and find a quiet place to talk,” Cash suggested, and they began walking together. They made their way through the crowds of people and down a long hallway to a private balcony.
“Come on, let’s get some fresh air.” Cash opened the door and the three of them stepped onto the patio. She closed her eyes and held on to the railing that overlooked the city streets below.
“This is beautiful. The cool air feels good,” she said. Then she felt an arm move around her waist and Cash turned her around and stared down into her eyes.
“You’re beautiful. This is so bad, but I can’t wait. I can’t not know.” He lowered his mouth to Chiara’s.
* * * *
Cash didn’t know what had come over him. His talk with Zane on the way over here tonight left them wondering more and more about Chiara. They knew they should resist the attraction, but it wasn’t possible. Even now as he stroked her tongue and mouth and devoured her soft purrs, he felt the need for more. He wanted to caress her breasts and learn firsthand how large she was and how hard he could get her nipples. She was kissing him back, and then Zane pressed up against her.
“Relax, Chiara. We’re going to
go slow. We’ve wanted to kiss you, taste you, and touch you for the past week. It’s time,” Zane said and Chiara loosened up slightly, an indication in her body language that she was willing to at least explore this attraction.
Cash cupped her cheeks between his hands and kissed her deeply. He knew that the balcony was open to the public and wouldn’t take a chance of someone walking in on them.
As if reading his mind, Zane whispered, “I’ve got the door.” He moved to the side.
Cash walked Chiara backward a few feet until she was pressed against the wall. He moved his mouth off her lips to her cheeks and neck as she caressed his chest and tried to run her fingers through his hair. She could hardly reach all the way up there. She was that much smaller than his six-foot-four-inch frame.
“Oh God, we shouldn’t be doing this.” She panted. Her lips were swollen, her eyes filled with desire, and he needed more.
“I need more, Chiara. I want more,” he said then covered her mouth again. The kiss grew deeper and wilder in no time at all. She was kissing him back, rubbing her delicate hands up and down his back, and he hungered for more of her. Adjusting his stance, he separated her thighs, the silky, short cocktail dress easily moved aside for him. He caressed along her shoulders and neck then lower to her breast. He cupped one. She jolted against his lips, but instead of pulling away, she pulled him closer, using his hair and the collar of his shirt. Their little modest beauty was a wildcat.
He just couldn’t seem to get his fill. He could take her right here against the building. He could release the wild, hard, needy cock from his pants and shove into her to the hilt.
He pulled from her lips.
“Damn, Chiara, I want you. I want to taste you, touch you.”
She stared at him, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving up and down. She looked so sexy and in need.
“I want more, too. But this is too much. I don’t do things like this.”
He gave her a small smile. “I know that.”
“I think it’s my turn to taste Chiara. I’ve been patient, and you know how impatient I can get,” Zane said to Cash. Cash smiled down at Chiara.
“Is this okay?” he asked her and she smiled.
“I’ve probably lost my mind, but yes.”
Cash moved out of the way and Zane pulled Chiara into his arms and kissed her deeply. There was no preamble, no taking his time. Zane was a man of action and purpose.
* * * *
Zane was on fire. He was so hard right now and aroused watching his best friend feast on Chiara, he could explode in his pants. And that didn’t happen to Zane Heston.
He devoured Chiara’s moans and loved the feel of her hands caressing him, touching him. She moved them along his waist to his back and he deepened the kiss. He explored her body with his hands, cupping her breast, squeezing her hip and then her ass. She started to press against him, and he began to move his hand lower. She was shorter than them by a foot, and he had to bend slightly to reach the hem of her dress. Their lips parted and he pressed his forehead against hers.
“You taste better than I imagined.”
He slowly moved his hand under her dress. She tightened up and grabbed his wrist. He locked gazes with her.
“Don’t be scared. I bet your pussy is all swollen and needy right now, baby. I want to ease that ache. Cash has the door. No worries.”
“Oh God, Zane, I hardly know you. I shouldn’t let you.”
“You were going to let your friend Heather hook you up for sex. There wouldn’t be this attraction the three of us have. The power and energy flowing between us. It would have been a huge mistake,” Cash stated.
“Huge mistake,” Zane said next.
“Oh God, how embarrassing. It’s not what you think.”
“Shh. I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to be ours. Tonight you’re ours.” Zane kissed along the rim of her nose then to her lips. He pulled on her bottom lip as he tapped her thighs for her to open for him. She didn’t.
“Chiara, open for me. Now,” he said in a firm tone that surprised even him. He held her gaze. Her olive green eyes sparkled, and her lips were parted. She rolled her tongue out to lick her lip, and his cock grew another inch. Fuck.
“Do women always do what you want?” she challenged him.
“Usually they do.”
“Why?”
He licked along her lower lip then pulled it into his mouth before releasing it. “Because of the end result.” He pressed his hand between her thighs.
She gripped his shoulders, as they held gazes. “Zane?”
“Open for me.”
“Oh God, I—”
“Open for me now, baby. I promise it will be worth it.”
She hesitated and it was pure torture. He could feel the heat of her pussy from a few inches below where his hand sat. He inched higher and she opened wider. When his fingers pressed over her thin silk panties, she jolted against him. Her lips parted and she hugged him.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me ease that ache.”
“She’s wet, Zane?” Cash asked.
“She’s real wet, Cash.” Zane eased his fingers under the small thin material of her panties. They were thongs. He was sure of it. He was also shocked that her pussy was bare, too.
“Zane please,” she whispered, holding him tight. Her face was pressed against his chest.
“We got you, baby,” Cash said then caressed her hair from her cheeks. Zane took that moment to press a finger up into her slick cunt.
“Oh.” She moaned.
“Shh, baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to the balcony,” Cash teased and then kissed the back of her neck and along her shoulder. Zane adjusted his stance and began to stroke her wet pussy. With each stroke he pushed deeper, and soon she was leaning back against the building.
“God, she looks like a goddess, Zane,” Cash said as Zane pumped his fingers into her. Cash moved in to share in the event.
* * * *
Chiara was shaking and felt as if she were having some sort of out-of-body experience. Her core tightened, her breasts were fully aroused, and Zane was finger-fucking her against a building. Holy fuck.
“Oh yeah, keep it going, baby. I want you to come for me. I want all your cum, honey,” Zane told her, and then Cash covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. She was so incredibly turned on. Her pussy ached, her nipples felt needy, and she was allowing two men to have their way with her body.
Then Cash moved his mouth from her lips as he pushed the top of her dress down, releasing one breast.
“Oh, Cash. The door. What about the door?” she asked, only half caring. She didn’t care who might see them. She’d never felt so alive and so sexually stimulated.
“Fuck the door. I’ve been waiting to see these breasts, baby. Fuck, you’re one sexy woman,” Cash said.
Then Cash licked across her nipple and pulled hard on the tight bud. She jerked her hips and moaned.
“Oh God, oh my God.” She pushed her hips against Zane’s fingers and Cash moved his mouth off of her breast and covered her mouth. She exploded. The first major real orgasm of her entire life.
“You have amazing fingers, Zane,” she whispered and he chuckled.
“And you are coming home with us right now,” Cash said, and then kissed her lips before helping her fix her dress.
* * * *
“He saw her leave with two men. The ones looking into buying out Robert Costiano,” B.F. told his boss.
“Really. I wonder if Robert knows. Who are these men? I want everything on them.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get whatever you want. Let me know if you would like our guy to stop this relationship before it turns into a potential problem.”
“Problem?”
“Sure. If she has two men watching over her, it will be more difficult to take her away from Robert. These two men are fit and resourceful. They’re also billionaires,” B.F. stated.
“Interesting. Let the guy use his judgment. I reall
y want to start scaring Robert big-time. Then I’ll reveal who I am.”
“Why would you do that? He could call in the Feds.”
“He wouldn’t dare. Not when I know so much. Not when I can tell Chiara the one thing that would make her leave her father’s side.”
“Okay, sir. I’ll call our guy.”
B.F. left the room, leaving his boss behind.
Angelo sat in his penthouse. With B.F trying to find out more about the two men interested in Chiara, as well as their interest in the company, it gave him time to think about his next move.
He knew he wanted revenge. He wanted Robert to suffer for the hell he had put him through. He set him up to take the fall for something they had all planned. Them and Patricia.
He picked up a photograph of Patricia from four years ago. When he’d heard she had cancer, it had killed him inside. He would never get to see her again. He would never be able to talk about what had gone wrong so many years ago. Instead he would sit rotting in an Italian prison for most of his life. That wasn’t the plan. He never should have trusted Robert Costiano. Not with his life, not with his future, his money, and especially not with Patricia.
Now Costiano would pay.
* * * *
Chiara was shaking as she drove in the backseat of a limo with Cash and Zane. She was literally freaking out right now, as Zane sat across from her and Cash sat right beside her. They were moving into the traffic, and the decision was made. She was going to have sex with Zane and Cash.
“Chiara, you’re shaking,” Cash said as he covered her hands with his and shifted toward her.
She looked up into his big brown eyes and felt her entire body heat up from the expression on his face. He was such an attractive man. He had a stern way about him, complemented by a muscular jaw, kissable lips, and a soft smile.
“We’re not going to hurt you. We’re going to go as slow as you want us to.”
He caressed her hands then moved along her wrists and up her arm. He turned her toward him.
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