by Violet Paige
All Deacon could think about was getting another taste of her lips. Feeling her tits under his hands. Licking and sucking every inch of her body. He wanted to hold her while she came over and over. Fuck. What was wrong with him? He’d never fallen for a woman this fast in his life.
Cole looked up when one of the speakers walked to the podium. Deacon saw it. The same look in his eye he had. Hunger.
Hunger for one thing.
And she was thirty floors above them. Shit.
Why did she have to be so damn adorable and sexy? There was an air of innocence that floated around her. To know she’d never had an experience like the one he and Cole could give her made her more seductive. As if she was trying to drive them crazy on purpose. Lure them in with her tight virgin ass.
Deacon coughed in his fist to stifle a groan.
“We’re looking forward to the announcement tomorrow,” Roger Hanson smiled at Deacon.
He had almost forgotten he was surrounded by HiTech Global shareholders. He was lost in his own world where only Abby existed.
“Yes,” he answered. “It’s going to be exciting. Cole and I have worked on this for years.”
The truth was they had no idea how everyone would react to the charity work they planned to pursue. But they both knew it was time they gave back. They had more money than they knew what to do with.
Bringing Abby into the project felt right. It was as if she completed the picture. He had joked about looking for an empress to run their empire, but it didn’t seem funny anymore. She was the one. He knew it.
18
Abby
She held her breath. Everything was in place. Her legs were waxed. Her nails were painted. Her long blond locks were layered in waterfall curls. Her makeup had never looked like this. She’d never felt like this.
She stood in front of the foyer mirror, waiting for the elevator to open. Waiting for her men to return to the suite.
The floor numbers lit up, and her heart beat wildly. They were on their way. In thirty seconds they would know. They would know she had done all of this for them. She was giving herself to them. Every part of her. Everything they wanted.
It had taken two weeks to reach this moment, but she knew without a doubt she wanted this. She wanted Deacon and Cole.
Abby took a final glance at the gold strappy heels with the sharp points wrapped around her ankles. They were sexy as hell. If they didn’t scream “sex vixen” nothing did. The door opened and her gaze drifted upward.
Her eyes landed on Cole then darted to Deacon.
“Fuck,” Deacon growled.
She bit her lip, trying not to ruin the gloss the makeup artist had so carefully applied.
“Double fuck,” Cole echoed.
They walked toward her.
They were imposing. Walls of athletic lean muscle headed her way.
“This is the dress you told Douglas to pack, isn’t it?” she asked innocently.
Cole’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Dress tape held the fabric to her skin. She couldn’t wear a bra with the low cut. Deacon’s eyes raked up her thigh. The dress hugged under her ass where another piece of tape was strategically applied by the stylist the spa sent to her.
Deacon inhaled. “You look fucking edible, Abby.”
“Tell us this means what I think it means,” Cole pleaded.
She reached forward, grazing the side of his chiseled jaw. Her other hand reached toward the broad plane of Deacon’s chest. She wanted to know their bodies, the way they had explored hers. This was the beginning of something incredible.
“Yes,” she answered. She felt the power surge through her. The control. Her inner goddess surging to the surface, knowing these men wanted her beyond measure.
Deacon looked at Cole. “Do we have to go to the damn cocktail reception?”
“Yeah. We can’t back out. We’re only here three days.”
“I think we could be fashionably late,” Deacon argued.
Abby interrupted them. “I want to know how this works. How is this even possible?”
Cole blinked, his long eyelashes making his eyes sparkle. “Baby, do you need me to draw you a diagram of how the three of us are going to fuck?”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” Her inner strength was starting to fade. “I meant, is this just sex? How do the three of us handle it? It feels like more to me. But you both know I’m inexperienced.”
Deacon snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers.
She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.
“If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Abby. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Cole’s words.
“I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”
“Good girl,” Deacon whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”
The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made it to the reception, but it was unavoidable.
“And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”
Cole shook his head. Deacon deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”
“But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?
“Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”
“And you don’t get jealous?”
Deacon chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is.”
“Oh God.” Her knees buckled.
“I’ve got you.” Cole held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Deac.”
She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information.
“What else do you need to know?” Cole asked. She felt better with him holding her.
“You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch?”
Deacon’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”
Cole laughed. “What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You’ll see.”
Abby lowered her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like. Tried to picture having sex with two men at the same time. These two men, who were basically the most perfectly physical specimens on the planet.
“I think I’m scared,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to do anything tonight. Let’s go to the cocktail reception. We can talk about it later,” Cole suggested.
Deacon wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned into his strong chest. “But this feels good,” she whispered.
“Does it?” he asked.
“Mmhmm. I like being between you both. I love it, actually. I want it. I don’t want to be scared of tonight.”
Cole’s eyes lit. “I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” Deacon asked.
“Take off your panties, Abby,” Cole demanded.
Her eyes widened. “But they’re special. I got them for tonight. For both of you.”
“Stay here.” He walked to one of the bedrooms and returned. He opened his palm.
Abby stared at his hand. “What is that?” It was bright purple and shaped like a large marker.
“It’s
a dildo for your ass, baby.” He was matter of fact about it.
She blinked. “A what?”
Deacon wrapped his hands tightly around her waist. “We’re going to fuck you with it.”
“But I thought…don’t you just want to.you know…the natural way?”
Cole held it forward for her to see it. “Deacon told me how tight your ass is. I don’t know that it can all happen tonight. I’m not the kind of man who likes to back down from a challenge, but I want you to love it when I take it. So, take off those expensive panties we paid for.”
Abby reached under the cocktail dress and shimmied them over her knees and off the stilettos.
“Now what?” she asked.
“We’re going to the cocktail party.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, what?” Deacon barked. “I thought we decided to postpone that.”
Cole handed the dildo to his friend.
“There is always a dark corner at these parties. We’re going to take turns tonight. We’ll pass it back and forth like a baton.” Cole smiled.
“I like it.” Deacon slapped him on the back. He guided Abby toward the elevator.
“But I’ve never. How am I supposed to handle this?” Abby squealed.
“Are you wet right now?” Cole asked. “Wet thinking about us fucking you?”
She nodded.
He pulled her into the elevator. She didn’t know what would happen when the doors closed.
“We have a two-minute ride. Spread your legs.”
Abby didn’t hesitate. If she did she’d lose precious seconds.
“Bend over a little, sweetheart.”
She held the gilded railing. Deacon drew the dildo over her pussy, drawing a line from her clit to her backside. He pressed the tip of it against her ass.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “Please.”
She wanted to feel the electricity spread through her. She wanted it deep inside her. She knew how good it would feel once it was inside her.
Deacon pushed it against the tight ring of muscle. She clenched.
Cole tipped her chin forward. “It’s going to take a lot of practice to get this right. And we aren’t leaving the party until you fuck this dildo properly.”
She nodded. “I want it now. Please, Deac. Please.” She wiggled.
He pushed it deeper and she felt the ring burning with pain.
He groaned. “So fucking tight. Damn it. I want you, baby.”
“Almost at the party.” Cole kissed her. “You look stunning, by the way. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She relaxed into his lips and she felt the tip probe farther. She sighed, loving the depth Deacon took with it.
But just when it started to feel amazing, Deacon pulled it from her and tossed it to Cole. They twirled her around to face the doors, pulled the hem of her dress to cover her bottom just as the doors retracted. Abby realized they had arrived at the party and all the guests were staring at her and her eligible dates for the night.
19
Cole
He tucked the dildo inside his jacket pocket. He grinned, stepping out of the elevator with Abby on his arm. Deacon disappeared into the crowd, presumably to grab the first round of drinks. That little stunt in the elevator had made him so hard, he wanted to kiss Abby breathless.
“You ok?” He leaned over to her.
She nodded. Her cheeks were flush. He could tell her breathing was erratic. She was already so close to coming.
“Did you like it or not?” He wanted to be discreet with his line of questioning.
She nodded again. “I want more. I can handle it. I know I can.” She grinned up at him. “Maybe more vodka?” she suggested.
“Did someone say vodka?” Deacon appeared with three tall shots.
“Cheers.” Cole tipped his forward as they toasted and drank in big gulps.
Abby’s eyes looked bright. She bit her lip in that ridiculously cute and sexy way she had.
“Here.” Cole shoved his empty glass in Deacon’s hand. “I’m going to see if I can help Abby with some numbers.”
Deacon laughed. “I’ll be waiting for my baton pass off.”
“Oh my God,” Abby squealed. “You can’t say that.”
“No one knows what we’re doing unless you can’t keep those sexy sounds you make to yourself.” Deacon laughed.
Cole whisked her off to the side of the room. There was a band playing at one end. The room was thrown in darkness. He led her to the balcony. It was empty.
He pulled her toward a dark corner. The air was cool so high up from the city.
His lips crushed hers. His tongue circled insider her mouth while she threw her hands around his neck. She made a cooing sound as the kiss went deeper. He pressed his cock into her hip. He was so fucking hard. Slowly, he pulled the back of her dress, rounding it to the edge of her ass. He withdrew the dildo from his pocket and slid it along her hip, dipping it between her legs.
“Mmm.” She breathed heavily.
He wanted to fuck her with more than this. He wanted to be in her ass so badly it hurt. But hurting her was the last thing he wanted.
He wanted to sink himself inside her and bury his cock so far, she’d never forget their first time together. He wanted it to be epic. Beautiful. Memorable.
She wiggled backward, tilting up for him.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Oh yes,” she answered.
He rubbed the dildo between her legs, coating it in her honey.
“I could fuck your pussy with this and make you come.” He tempted her. “But I want you to tell me what you want, Abby. This is all about you. Tell me where to fuck you with this toy.”
“I’ve never said it before.”
“Say it to me.” He looked in her eyes. Damn. She was so innocent and pure. He could see the lifetime of hurt she had experienced. All he could think of in this moment was giving her pleasure. Giving her something beyond her wildest dreams.
“Tell me you want me to get your ass ready for my cock.”
The party bass was loud on the other side of the door. He knew no one could see them, but being out in public, gave him an extra thrill. At any moment they could be interrupted.
“I do, Cole. I do. I want all of it.”
He rubbed the tip against her pussy, pushing it inside her.
“No.” She shook her head. “That’s not where.”
“Then where, baby?” he teased her. He wanted the words to roll off her beautiful lips. He wanted the sweet girl to say something dirty.
She paused. “Please fuck my ass with it, please Cole. I want your cock there. Make me ready for you.”
“You do?” He groaned with pleasure.
She nodded. “I want it there now. Are you sure I’m not ready?”
He kissed her lips, as he pushed the dildo to her ass.
She seized up under him.
“Relax, baby. You’re not ready yet,” he admitted. “This might take all night.”
“Kiss me,” she begged. “I lose myself when you kiss me.”
His lips landed on hers, sucking against her tongue. Tasting the vodka on her mouth. As he kissed her, he felt her relax and he pushed the baton again.
“Ohh,” she moaned. “It feels good.”
He thrust it deeper. His cock hardened. He wanted more. Much more than this. His lips found hers again in the dark. He pumped the dildo all the way inside her. “Damn, I want to fuck you, baby.”
“Ohh,” she cried. “It’s so deep. Nothing has ever felt like this.”
She wrapped her hands around his neck, locking them with a fierce grip. He knew she was doing everything she could just to hold her balance. He pulled it out, slightly, sinking it in her. One. Two. Three. Pumping as he drew whimpers from her lips. It was the most beautiful sound.
He wanted to give her this all night.
Just then the door opened and he moved quickly to shield Abby. He relaxed when
he saw it was Deacon.
“Baton pass, man.”
Cole nodded, handing it off. He felt confident he had accomplished something with her. He kissed Abby on the lips. “You did great, baby.” He walked off the balcony to join the rest of the party.
20
Deacon
He looked in her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and he kissed her like his life depended on it. Hell, she could kiss. Hell, she could do everything. To think how this woman had come into his life was unbelievable. Only two weeks ago he had stared Cal Mantelli down across a poker table. Now he was holding a woman in his arms he was crazy about. Cole was right. It wasn’t conventional. It wasn’t how he had ever fallen for a woman before, but he believed holding and kissing Abby now that she was meant to walk into his life. She was meant for him and Cole. And it didn’t matter how she got here. It only mattered he had found her.
He took the dildo in his hand, pressing it against her bottom. She arched her back, wiggling toward him. She was already asking for it.
“You like it?” he asked.
She nodded. “So much.”
“Good.”
He pushed it inside her ass slowly, watching her eyes light with fire.
She exhaled. “Ohh, like that.”
He pulled it out, before fucking her with it again. “I want it to feel good.”
She jerked. “It’s so thick.”
He took her lips again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. She was so soft and perfect. She smelled like heaven. There was so much of her he wanted. Most of all he wanted inside her pussy. He’d leave her virgin ass to Cole. That was his go-to. Deacon wanted to bury himself inside her walls, release himself inside her. Claim her as he fucked her dizzy.
“Not nearly as thick as the next size,” he admitted. “The next size feels even better.”
“Next size?” she whispered.
Her hips were rocking with beautiful rhythm. He fucked her faster with it.
“Oh, keep that up, baby. You look like a fucking sex goddess.”
