by Violet Paige
“Do you still feel trapped?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “You freed me.”
He pressed his lips harder to hers, threading his tongue along hers. Twisting and licking. Sucking at her lips.
“You freed yourself, Abby.”
He moved around to the front of the bench, kneeling between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Going to make you come in front of this painting. You did say it’s your favorite.” He lowered her to the bench.
“But there are cameras everywhere,” she protested, pointing to the corners of the room.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
He ran a palm over the center of her feet, groaning when he felt the wet silkiness of her panties. He tucked a finger under the edge and massaged, nudging her clit until it was hard and peaked.
“Oh, Deac.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
Her sundress splayed around her as he lowered his face between her legs. She was sexy and ripe for him. He pushed her leg up, sliding her panties out fo the way as his tongue lapped at her folds.
She writhed on the bench. He swirled his tongue before dipping it inside her pussy. It was his slice of heaven. He fucking loved sucking her clit and pussy. She was so ready for it. Hot and eager. Her hips grinding with hunger for it. He pulsed his tongue inside her as she began to lose control.
He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts. She was slowly losing control. So was he. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. They were surrounded by some of the most amazing art in the world and the most stunning work was in his arms.
“Oh Deac, I want you. Please.” She lifted her head, locking her sultry gaze on him.
Deacon rose, shedding his pants. He shoved the boxer briefs to the museum floor as he stepped toward her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in.
His bulging cock nestled at her entrance. He loved her pussy. For a second he waited, knowing the next sensation that would hit him would send him to heaven.
“Fuck,” he growled, sinking himself inside her. Sliding deep and slow, filling her with everything he had.
He began to pump in and out as she panted and rocked into him.
She trembled with sudden bursts as she began to come apart in his arms. It only made him want to bury himself in her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her as if these were his last breaths. His last seconds on Earth. He shot his release in her walls, coating her with his essence.
“Oh, Deacon.” She arched off the bench, absorbing everything he gave her.
“Fuck, Abby.” He pumped inside her until he had no energy. Until he collapsed on her chest.
“Oh my God. We just had sex in front of one of the most famous paintings in the world,” she gasped.
“Yes, we did. Want to try another?” He tried to catch his breath.
She giggled. “Do we have any lines we don’t cross?”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll cross any line you ask me to cross.”
He sat back, and helped her to an upright position.
“Deacon, can I ask you something seriously?” She looked up at him.
“What is it?” He retrieved his pants from the floor. He felt as if he had taken a five-hour nap. He was completely sated and relaxed.
“We’re going back to Chicago in a couple of hours. Then what?”
He fastened his belt. “What do you mean?”
“I finished the project for Soar. I fulfilled Vegas. What happens when we get back?”
He wasn’t the one who usually had the serious conversations. He left the heavy shit to Cole. He was better at it anyway. It was one reason they worked so well together as a team.
“I hope you’re asking me if you can move into the bedroom between Cole’s and mine.”
She smiled shyly. “Can I?”
“I don’t want you to move out, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I don’t want to either. I never want to go back to the Mantelli compound. But I can stand on my own. I need you and Cole to know that.”
“Hey.” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “We know exactly how strong you are. We want you to live with us. To work with us. I think you should head Soar from now on.”
“What?”
He nodded. “Soar should be yours. It’s our baby together. Cole and I can’t trust it with anyone else.”
“Deac, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, sweetheart. Say you’ll stay. Say you are ours.”
She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek. “Yes.” She kissed him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
29
Cole
There hadn’t been anytime during the Vegas trip to talk about Deacon’s deal with Cal Mantelli. But they were on the plane headed back to Chicago. Abby was asleep on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. She looked like a beautiful angel. The sunlight fell across her cheek.
He poked Deacon. “Hey, I think we need to talk about Cal.”
He motioned to the back of the jet. There was a private suite they never used. They crammed work into every waking hour. There was no time for sleep on flights.
“Come on.”
Deacon followed him back. They closed the door.
“What’s going on?” Deac asked.
“What are you going to do about Mantelli?”
“What do you mean? You know where things are with Abby.”
Cole huffed. “He needs to know he can’t have Abby back. He can never have her back. I don’t give a shit about how you collect your gambling debts owed to you, but we need to take her out of the equation the minute we land in Chicago.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
“Wait, what?” He was stunned. He looked at his friend. “You aren’t going to argue with me?”
“No way. I’m fucking insane about her. I know you are too. He isn’t getting anywhere near her again.”
Cole sat on the bed. “Wow. So, it’s actually happened?”
“What?”
“You’re in love, man.”
Deacon rolled his eyes. “Let’s not make a big fucking deal out of it, ok? Yes, I love her. How could I not? You do.”
Cole laughed. “Yeah, but I’m not the one who keeps my emotions locked in a prison. Mine are a lot more obvious.”
“I’ve been trying to think of a way to talk to Mantelli without tipping my hand. I don’t want her near that family of hers. She doesn’t want to go back. As far as I’m concerned she never has to.”
“Agreed.” Cole rubbed the back of his head. “We should ask her how she wants us to handle it. She’s been through a lot.”
“I want to protect her from all of it.”
“Me too, man. Me too.”
They looked up when they heard a knock on the door. Abby stood in front of them.
“You’re awake.” Cole smiled.
“I didn’t know where you guys were. It was lonely in the cabin.”
“Come here.” He opened his arms and she walked into them. Deacon rose to close the door. He turned the lock. “Everything ok?” he asked her.
She nodded. “I was dreaming about both of you.”
“Tell me it was something fucking hot,” Deacon prodded.
“Very.” She giggled.
Cole groaned. He had work to do. He usually booked every minute of his day, maximizing his time. Flight time was when he read reports and returned emails. The Vegas trip had piled up his workload.
But Abby was in front of him, talking about a hot dream she had. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had to admit, holding her made everything else seem second place.
Deacon looked at him. “Door is locked and the flight crew knows better than to come back here.”
Abby’s eyes lit. “Can we?”
He crushed his lips against hers, drawing a sweet moan from her throat.
Deacon was behind her, pulling the shirt from her limbs. Cole fell backward on the bed, hugging Abby to h
is chest, while Deacon worked the jeans from her legs.
Her breasts bobbed in front of him. He pushed the lace away, exposing her nipple. He took it in his mouth, needing to feel it perk under his tongue.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. Her hips rolled with every flick of his tongue.
Deacon threw his shirt on the floor and dropped his pants. Cole wanted her too. He wondered for a split second if they were starting to see whose cock could reach her first. He lifted his hips, shoving his pants off.
Abby threw her head back. It had only been a few days, but she was already so good at giving. Her blowjobs were out of this world. And there was no way to describe just how tight and hot her pussy was. Cole couldn’t wait to take her virgin ass. If she were ready, he would christen it now on this flight home. It would be the perfect way to end a trip that had changed all of their lives.
She started to slide backward over his body, trailing kisses along the lines of his abs. She grinned when she reached his navel. He watched in awe as she reached the floor and wiggled her hips backward toward Deacon. Fuck. She was amazing. She leaned forward taking Cole’s cock in her hands. Her tongue trailed along the throbbing vein and up the other side.
“Fuck, Abby,” Cole growled.
She smiled. “That’s the idea, right?”
Deacon positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs. Cole watched as she panted and mewed from his fingers. He was fucking her with his fingers first, getting her as wet as he could.
“Spread those legs,” he ordered. “I want to see your pussy when I fuck you.”
“Oh, Deacon,” she whimpered. “I love how you fuck me.”
“And what about me baby?” Cole’s eyes lit.
“I love your cock. Can I have it?”
Cole’s cock bounced toward her lips. The higher, Deacon brought her hips, the farther her head lowered. She inhaled his dick in one long swallow.
“Shit,” Cole hissed. She had a way of making him want to come in the first thrust. But he couldn’t. He wanted it to last. Seeing her like this did something to his soul.
She was like a siren, calling to him and Deacon.
He watched his best friend take her from behind, while she braced herself against the impact with her hands on the bed. Her mouth slid over Cole’s cock with expert ease. They were lost in this. She was beautiful with their cocks inside her. She was meant for them. Meant to be theirs. Meant to be taken like this.
The bell dinged on the jet. The fasten seat belt sign flashed overhead, but he was so close. They all were. What the hell was going on at the front of the jet?
Abby’s eyes opened. They were glazed over with lust. He could get lost in her green gaze. He wanted to believe the sadness was gone. He had helped replace it with the new confident woman she had become in their bed.
“Don’t stop, sweet girl. We’re so close.”
The captain’s voice rang clearly over the speaker. “If you could please take your seats in the main cabin, we have a storm we’re trying to avoid. We need you to buckle up, everyone.”
“Oh shit,” Deacon groaned. “I’m so fucking close to coming. Tell the captain to shut up.”
Abby’s tits bounced. She sucked hard as Cole’s spine clutched and convulsed. He was going to explode in epic proportions. Everything went black. He shot his release deep in her throat as Deacon howled out, slamming into her. With one slow draw, Abby slid her lips over his cock and kissed the top of his dick, smiling.
“You have the sweetest fucking lips, baby,” he whispered, cupping her jaw.
She playfully bit her lip. “I could do that for you all day. I love it. I really do.” She looked over her shoulder. “And you. What you did to me…”
“No words, huh?”
“Now I’m in the mile-high club, aren’t I?”
Deacon laughed behind her. “You’re in it double, sweetheart.” He slapped her playfully on her bare ass.
Cole sat up from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get to our seats. I don’t need a lecture from the pilot.”
“But—” Her eyes fluttered.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Deacon asked.
“I like it when we switch off. Can we? Before the seatbelts?”
“There’s a storm on the way,” he explained.
She kissed him gently. “Please fuck me, Cole. Just once? I want you inside me.”
Cole looked at his best friend. This woman was going to kill them. There was no doubt. She was insatiable.
“You heard her.” Deacon laughed. He bounced on the bed to change places with his friends. Abby eagerly straddled him as Cole stood, trying to catch his balance as the plane rocked. He steadied himself behind her hips.
She leaned forward taking Deac in her mouth. She wiggled back, offering her ass to him. He knew what she was trying to do. Trying to tempt him. Trying to get him to make a rash decision before she was ready. But as much as he wanted it, he had to wait.
He pressed his cock to her wet pussy and thrust inside instead.
“Fuck,” he groaned, losing his mind. He closed his mind and got lost in the woman he knew he was in love with.
He didn’t care how many times the pilot rang that damn bell. If the plane went down, at least they were all going down in one sinful blaze of glory.
30
Abby
Her body coursed with the kind of life she had only dreamed existed. Abby stared out of her office window. It was hard to focus with the memories of her weekend in Vegas. The plane ride home topped off the trip like a cherry on a sundae.
Maureen peeked around the corner. She was one of the assistants in the advertising department.
“How was your weekend?” She smiled.
Abby didn’t know what to say. Was there a way to sum up Vegas?
“I saw you went to Vegas with the bosses,” Maureen added. “It was all over the news and my social media alerts were out of control. How did you manage to snag those two? I brought you coffee so you’d give me the deets.”
Abby looked stunned as her new designated friend waltzed in with two cups of coffee.
“It was a business trip,” she lied. “I had to present the new design for Soar. I’m sure you saw that part the press covered. It was purely professional.”
“Sure it was.” Maureen took a sip of coffee. “I’ve worked here three years. It was not a business trip. I saw your dress. You were everywhere with them. So, tell me, who did you sleep with? Or was it both? Please tell me both.”
“What?” Abby choked on her coffee. “You can’t ask me that. That. That’s…not even. No. I’m not answering that.”
“Why not? I want to know. I’ve always had a crush on Cole. But Deacon is seriously hot. I don’t know how you could pick one. Put those two together and you have everything a woman could want.”
Abby felt the tightness in her chest. She didn’t know how to pick only one either. She never wanted to be faced with that decision. Together Cole and Deacon were everything she wanted. They were perfect together. Perfect for her.
“I didn’t pick one.” Abby reached for the coffee. “Tell me how your weekend was. I’m sure it was more fun than a boring tech launch conference.”
“Come on. Not one teeny tiny detail? Nothing?”
Abby shook her head. She knew there was a smirk on the corner of her lips.
“Fine.” Maureen exhaled. “I saw that new romcom with my roommate. It was ok.”
Abby listened to her chatter on for the next twenty minutes. She did want to tell someone about her weekend. She wanted a girl to talk to. But she had known Maureen all of two weeks. It wasn’t going to be her.
By the time Maureen finished explaining the plot of the movie, Abby realized she was late for a meeting with the design team. It was time to push Soar into some celebrity spots for sponsorship.
“Maureen, I don’t mean to rush you, but I have to get to the conference room for a layout meeting.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She stood. “Want to do l
unch sometime this week? There’s a new Thai place I want to try.”
“Sure. We could do that.” Abby folded her laptop. “I have to go, though.” She pushed past her. “I’ll see you later.”
She rushed to the elevator, tapping the button. She felt impatient. The meeting wouldn’t start without her, but she knew it was unprofessional to show up late. So many things were suddenly ironic to her.
She was working a job she took only to satisfy a debt. She had accepted the design assignment to bargain for her own freedom. And now she felt as if she had a stake in HiTech Global. It mattered what happened to the company. It mattered because Cole and Deacon cared about it. They had built this empire. And the gravity of keeping it as safe and protected as they kept her seemed more important than ever.
And now she was going to head Soar. The most important venture to them. If that didn’t demonstrate how much they cared, she didn’t know what would. She blushed. She was so crazy about them. It was more than that. She knew she had fallen in love. And it was the best feeling.
Her phone buzzed as she waited in the hall.
“Hello?”
“I saw the pictures, Abby.”
“Cal?” She hadn’t bothered to look at her phone. She had been in too much of a hurry. Her stomach turned at the sound of his voice.
“How are things, cuz?”
“Don’t ‘cuz’ me. We aren’t family. I don’t know that we ever were.”
Where was that damn elevator? She should hang up.
“Oh come on. Looks like my little deal has turned out rather nicely for you.” She could hear the sneer through the phone. “I see you’re being treated like a princess.”
“And what if I am? It’s none of your business anymore. You pawned me off. You don’t give a damn about me. Don’t try to pretend now that things are different.”
“Oh I wouldn’t pretend. How about you pay me back for the nice life you have now?”
She felt her jaw drop. “Pay you?” She looked around the corner to make sure no one could hear her. “You had me carted off in the back of someone’s trunk, Cal. You can’t honestly think I owe you anything. I’m hanging up now.” She wasn’t about to tell him she had wagered and won for her freedom.
