A Billion to One [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She made the call then tossed her phone onto the table. She stood there and held her ground despite her quivering thighs and very sensitive cunt.

  “This is the last time I’m asking you, Chiara. Who is Emanuel to you?”

  “Why do you care?” she retorted. Both men widened their eyes.

  “We do care. If we didn’t, then we wouldn’t have asked you to lunch and we wouldn’t be standing here right now ready to rip the fucking guy’s head off. Which by the way, could have definitely happened if we didn’t have such self-control,” Cash stated.

  She absorbed Cash’s words, then used this moment as a time to clear the air and figure out where they were headed with this.

  “You two have reputations.”

  “Like you didn’t know that before Saturday night?” Zane countered.

  “I don’t sleep around.”

  “We got that. Yet wasn’t it you who told your friend Heather that you wanted her to hook you up with one of her friends. Casual sex or something?” Cash said and Zane yanked the tie between his hands and stared at her with hunger and need in his eyes.

  “I–I was in a bad state that night. Things had been frustrating.”

  “Oh, so we were a means to releasing frustration and nothing more?” Zane asked, raising his voice on the last syllable.

  “No, oh God, no, you weren’t. I never ever did anything like this before. I never went home with two men I hardly even know, I never had sex like we did, and I never felt this way before.”

  Cash stepped closer. “Then why are you avoiding us? Why are you trying to push us away?” Cash asked.

  She felt so emotional. It was crazy.

  “I thought that’s the way it had to be with you two. You’re known to share women, and have your choice. I didn’t know where things stood with us. I don’t know where they stand with us. I don’t want to be just a fuck toy for the time being. I want more in a lover. I want a relationship and a commitment, and I know that neither of you want that, so I’m just making it easier on myself. Keeping away from both of you. I can’t continue like this, and mean nothing. That’s not me. Casual sex is not me.”

  Cash placed his palms against her cheeks and stared down into her eyes. He looked so serious and his brown eyes looked darker, hungrier.

  “It is more than just casual sex with you. We shared something this weekend. It was something special and we both want more, too. We’ve never let a woman stay over. We’ve never made love, the way we did with you, Chiara. We want you. All the time, every day, forever.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and she kissed him back. They hugged and then he lifted her up and started carrying her to the bedroom.

  She was so excited and happy. Cash wanted her. He wanted a relationship with her. This was more for him, too.

  “Wait,” Zane stated firmly as Cash placed her heels onto the rug and steadied her. He held her from behind and began to unzip her dress.

  She locked gazes with Zane.

  “Are you fucking Emanuel?”

  She shook her head.

  “Why was he holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, and wiping tears from your eyes?”

  “You saw that?”

  “Why, Chiara?”

  She swallowed hard. “Because he’s my best friend.”

  His eyes took on a different expression. She wouldn’t tell him that Emanuel had taken her virginity and that she took his.

  “But you did have sex with him at one time.”

  Damn, he was good. She turned away.

  “Chiara,” he stated firmly as he stood in front of her.

  “Emanuel and I go way back. We’ve been best friends for many years.”

  He reached up and held her face with his hand as he stared down into her eyes. “You had sex with him?”

  “We made a pact, an agreement.”

  “Did you have sex with him?”

  “Yes.”

  He stared into her eyes.

  “Do you still love him?”

  She swallowed hard.

  “I’ll always love Emanuel. But he’s my best friend and nothing more, Zane. We gave each other our virginity so that we wouldn’t forget or regret our first time,” she admitted.

  Cash and Zane were both quiet, and Zane just stared into Chiara’s eyes. “You don’t want to sleep with him? It only happened once?”

  “I don’t want to sleep with him. It only happened once, and neither of us regrets it. But, Zane, I was always too scared, too worried about trusting another man with my body, with my heart and soul. Men wanted to date me and get me into bed because of my name and my fortune. You and Cash truly seemed like you wanted me for my body, and nothing more. I don’t know what happened, but I took a leap of faith. I trusted the both of you, and damn it, I…”

  She looked down, but his grip was firm and so was Cash’s as he squeezed her to him.

  “You what?” Cash asked as his kissed her ear.

  “I somehow, might have…fallen in love with both of you.”

  She’d said it. She said it out loud and now she shook with worry to their reaction. She had her eyes closed. She waited for the stumbling of words or the hint to their reaction when she felt the zipper of her dress move the rest of the way down.

  “We fell in love with you, too. We feel just as out of control and confused as you do, baby. But one thing is for sure, we need you. We need to be inside of you where everything makes sense. We’ll worry about the other stuff later. Make love to us, baby,” Cash stated as her dress fell to the floor. Zane continued to hold her gaze.

  “You’re so special to us, Chiara. You have no idea.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Cash unclipped her bra, removing it. Now all she had on were her thong, her garters, her stockings, and her heels.

  Zane stepped back. “Give me your hands, Chiara. Place your wrists together palms up.”

  His command was soft, but firm, and she did what he said. As he quickly tied her wrists softly together with the tie, she felt her pussy spasm.

  Then he trailed a finger from her lips, down her chin, over her throat, to her nipple, then down her belly to her pussy. She swayed toward him, and he grabbed her wrists and the binding with one hand.

  “This body is ours. Tell us,” Zane said

  “This body is yours.”

  “Damn straight, woman,” Cash said and Zane pulled her against his chest and kissed her deeply. His hands moved through her hair, causing the clip that held it in place to break. He gripped a handful as he moved her toward the bed and she fell backward on it. He spread her thighs, moved between her legs, and knelt on the floor.

  “Hands above your head,” Cash told her and she did. Her breasts pushed out, her pussy leaked, and she widened her thighs, and Zane pressed his palms against them.

  “You’re glistening with cream, our naughty little lover.” He licked her pussy. She squirmed and he tapped her cunt, making her gasp.

  “Don’t think you’re not going to get a spanking later,” Zane told her as Cash joined her on the bed, naked. He pressed his thumb gently against her lower lip as he used his other hand to tug her bound wrists higher up. The move caused her breasts to push forward.

  “For pretending that Emanuel was more, to make us jealous.” Cash leaned down and licked across her nipple. Zane pressed a finger up into her pussy and she thrust upward.

  “Oh God. Please.” She moaned. She felt Cash’s thumb move against her teeth and tongue and something came over her as Zane thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy.

  She sucked Cash’s thumb into her mouth, as she tilted her head back, giving both men full access to her body.

  “Oh yeah, our woman knows her place in our bed. Fuck, baby, you are too sexy, sucking my thumb as if it is my cock.”

  “What?” Zane asked as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and stood up. He watched her suck on Cash’s thumb as Cash licked and sucked her nipple. She stared at him.

  “You’re getting that spanking sooner rather than
later,” Zane told her.

  “Bring it on,” she whispered, shocking both men into action.

  Cash pulled his thumb from her mouth and Zane flipped her onto her belly. He spread her arms above her head, and she was flat on her belly.

  “Lift your ass up in offering to your lovers,” Zane commanded. She slowly lifted her ass up.

  “I love her ass,” Cash said then caressed one cheek.

  Cash pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

  Both men were drawing circles on her lower back and ass. She heard Zane undressing behind her and then a drawer open and close.

  “This is for going to lunch with Emanuel and not us and for pretending that there was more going on between you two than there was in order to make us jealous,” Zane said

  “And this is for not telling us how you really felt and what you wanted. We’re your men, your lovers, and we want what is best for you.”

  “How many?” Zane asked.

  “Twenty,” Cash stated.

  “Twenty what?” Chiara asked.

  Smack.

  Chiara moaned as the first palm landed hard on her left ass cheek. Then the second palm on her right.

  Smack.

  They continued to take turns, smacking her ass, and then caressing the stinging skin. By the time they reached fifteen, she was ready to come. She was thrusting her ass back, then trying to ease the ache, the need in her core.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Cash said, as the last five smacks landed hard and fast on her ass. Then suddenly Cash was moving underneath her. He kissed her on the mouth as she straddled his waist and sought out his cock. She needed him. She needed to ease the ache. There were no words, just action as both men and Chiara made love.

  * * * *

  Zane was feeling out of control. He dropped the tube of lube twice as his hands shook. He was never so aroused, so in love with the woman and infatuated with her. She had every quality he and Cash wanted in a woman. She was passionate, wild, and liked to make love slowly as much as she liked it kinky and dirty. A lover made for both of them. She was also smart, gorgeous, sexy, and intelligent. She had a strong, independent mind, which was going to take some time to get used to because of his dominant nature. But he would do it. They’d just beat the odds.

  Chiara’s moaning and Cash’s grunting brought him back into action. She was thrusting on top of Cash, riding him hard and fast as Cash pinched and pulled on her nipples the way their dirty little lover liked it.

  Zane pressed the lube to her ass and then his fingers. Chiara screamed then thrust backward.

  “Fuck, Zane, get in her now. I won’t last,” Cash stated firmly. Then he gripped Chiara’s hair and pulled her down so he could kiss her hard on the mouth.

  Zane pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his excruciatingly hard cock. He moved into her slowly and the little vixen pressed back hard wanting it fast and instant. He wouldn’t deny her. He would never deny Chiara anything.

  Zane pulled back then shoved in deep. His balls hit her ass and she moaned and pulled her mouth from Cash’s.

  “I’m home, Chiara. I’m fucking home, baby. Hold the fuck on. We’re going for a ride,” Zane stated.

  * * * *

  Cash was gripping Chiara’s hips as he thrust upward then downward, as Zane took her ass. She was swaying between them but wrapped her bound hands around Cash’s neck. It gave him access to her neck, her lips, and then her breasts every time she lifted up to shove back against Zane’s cock. He and Cash were holding her between them as they continued to fuck her hard. It seemed that none of them could get deep enough or satisfy the need inside of them.

  Cash licked her throat, nibbled and bit into her sensitive skin. He’d never felt so possessive. He wanted to mark her, make every man know that she was off the market, and that she belonged to him and Zane.

  He was in love with her. There was no doubt in his mind. He and Zane had found their perfect woman. They’d beat the odds.

  He reached up and cupped her large breast then twisted her nipple lightly to the left then to the right. Chiara screamed and it was all he could take. He grabbed her hips and thrust up, shooting his load inside of her. Thoughts of companionship, a future with kids, a home in the country and whatever else Chiara wanted flowed through his mind. “I love you, Chiara,” he told her.

  “I love you, too,” she said as her body shook and she thrust her ass backward, counterthrusting to Zane’s strokes.

  She screamed her release, and Cash could feel her pussy clench and swell then combust.

  “Oh God, baby. So good. I’m right there. I love you, baby. I love you, Chiara,” Zane said as he stroked into her three more times then grabbed her around the waist and held her back against his front as he filled her with his seed.

  They were all panting for breath.

  “Amazing,” Chiara whispered then placed her bound wrists and hands over Cash’s head to his neck and shoulders to hug him. She lay her cheek next to his and laid tiny kisses against his skin. No one ever did such a thing before. He adored her.

  Cash locked gazes with Zane over her shoulder. Zane looked happy and spent.

  “She’s ours, Zane. Forever.”

  “Damn straight,” Zane said, out of breath as he leaned forward and kissed Chiara’s shoulder and neck.

  This was what they dreamed of. Finding the perfect woman to complete them and make their life everything they wished for. Chiara.

  Chapter 8

  “What did you just say to me?” Robert Costiano asked Marvin.

  He was visiting him at home, at the estate.

  “I know about all of it. I know about you, your wife, Angelo Gessati, and about Chiara. She’s also sleeping with Zane and Cash, those two assholes who want to buy your company out. They’ve seduced her, and I want her.”

  “You’re fucking crazy. I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Robert said. But he knew. This was what he’d feared for the last twenty-six years of his life. The day that Angelo would show up. He thought he was dead. If Patricia were here, she wouldn’t know what to do. She would cry, she would hate him, when Angelo told her the truth. But Patricia wasn’t here. What did any of this matter to Robert now?

  “I know that you know. Angelo Gessati told me everything. He wants your company. He wants everything that you took from him. Now, you tell Chiara to break things off with those two assholes. Tell her to I want her and that she is to marry me,” Marvin said with a slick, mean smile.

  “Is that what Angelo told you?” Robert asked, and by the expression on Marvin’s face, Robert knew that he was lying. Despite the years, the time away from them, Angelo would not suggest such a thing.

  “I won’t do that.”

  Marvin handed over a bunch of pictures and a file, and then stared at Robert.

  “You will, and if you don’t, Chiara will suffer.”

  * * * *

  Chiara was smiling as she walked into her father’s estate. It had been a week since she, Zane, and Cash started seeing each other. She spent most nights at their place, or they would meet up for dinner and talk. She was happy with them. In fact, she had never been happier in her entire life. But, as she walked toward her father’s study, she worried about what he was going to say. She wanted to tell him about Zane and Cash. She needed him to know that she was happy.

  “Chiara, come in please, and close the door behind you.”

  There was no one but his butler Ted and the cooking and maid staff. They knew to stay clear of her father’s study. He would buzz them on the intercom if he needed anything.

  He looked at her, and she could see the upset in his eyes. Then as she lowered her eyes to his desk to steer away from that condescending stare of his, she saw the photos.

  “What are those?”

  He quickly gathered them up and put them back into a folder. He placed them into the desk drawer.

  “Nothing.”

  “Were they of Mom?” she asked, stepping closer.

 
“I said they were nothing. There are things we need to discuss.”

  “Okay.”

  “I understand that you’ve been seeing someone.” The way he said “someone” indicated he knew damn well that she was seeing two people, not one.

  “Daddy, I—”

  He raised his hand up and looked away from her as if he couldn’t look at her.

  “It ends now. You will not see them again. I’m leaning toward selling the company to Marvin McShay.”

  “No. Don’t tell me that. I want the company. Put it in my name. I’m your daughter, not him.”

  She was so angry with her father. How could he be so callous to her? Didn’t he ever really love her? Was it because he was ashamed of her now, for being with two men? Ménage relationships were everywhere. They were rare, but they were special. Did he think that what she had between herself, Cash, and Zane was just kinky sex?

  “I can’t believe that you would do this to me.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

  “The deal will be done in a matter of days. You will leave this weekend with Marvin. You’ll marry him, and together you can run the company. It’s his choice as to how much of a share in stocks he’ll give you.”

  “What? Are you kidding me? You can’t be serious.”

  He stared at her. There was no emotion. Nothing. “I’m dead serious. Do as I say. Marvin will meet you at the office, and discuss the details.”

  “Go to hell, Dad! I will not marry a man I don’t love, never mind one who only wants my money. I hate you.” She stormed from the house.

  As she got behind the wheel of her Porsche, she felt the tears stream down her face. She couldn’t believe him. How could he ask this of her? He didn’t even give her a chance to tell him about how much she loved Cash and Zane. It was like he didn’t want to even give her an opportunity. Why was he being so closed and unemotional with her? He did love her. He’d shown her love while Mom was around, but the last few weeks, he’d been different.

  The last few weeks he had been different. The last few weeks. Marvin was coming on to me strong. He asked me out at the party a few weeks back.