Tempting the Crown

by Violet Paige

  “I wouldn’t do that, princess,” he taunted. “Your boyfriends might not be too happy if I told them about what you used to do.”

  The hair prickled on the back of her neck. “Cal,” she hissed. “Why can’t you leave me alone? You paid your debt. Move on.” She felt the panic rising. She could almost taste it in her mouth.

  He chuckled. “So I struck a nerve? Well, why don’t you make a few payments if you want me to keep your secret?”

  “That’s blackmail.”

  “You can call it whatever you want. I want the money. You aren’t so innocent, are you? You’ve done your own things for money, cuz.”

  “How much?” she whispered. “What will it take to make you go away?”

  “See? I knew family was supposed to stick together.”

  “How much, Cal?” she insisted. She wanted to throw up.

  He paused. “Why don’t you make a few payments and I’ll let you know.”

  She squeezed her eyes tightly as the elevator finally arrived. A woman scrambled off.

  “I wouldn’t get on there if I were you. I got stuck on the ninth floor.” The woman was flustered.

  “Thanks.” Abby smiled meekly. “I’ll take the other one.” It must be why everything was running so slowly.

  “Princess?” Cal was still on the phone.

  “I’m at work. I’ll call you later. Don’t do anything, Cal. Swear to me you won’t. I’ll get your money. Just don’t say anything to anyone.”

  “It’s our little secret. Always has been. Unless you don’t come up with the cash. Then it will be everyone’s secret.”

  Abby stepped on to the next elevator. Cal held her future in his hands. And if there was one thing she knew, it was not to trust him for a single second. There was nothing steady or honest about him. He was filled with one thing only—greed.

  She leaned into the elevator. This was all going to fall apart. It would crumble at her feet.

  31

  Abby

  Trying to sit through a meeting and share her success in Vegas, should have made Abby feel triumphant, but instead she felt sick. All she heard was the sneer in Cal’s voice, echoing in her head. It was like a broken record and she couldn’t pick up the needle. Why did he have to ruin everything? Steal the only happiness she’d ever known? She felt the pit of hatred harden. It was money—it always came back to money.

  How was she going to get through this?

  “Abby?” Bruce waited at the other end of the conference table.

  “Yes?”

  “You were going to lay out how we should integrate your design into the website? Do you have that for us?”

  She blinked. “Yes. Right. Exactly.”

  She scrambled through her notes, looking for the file on the web design. It wasn’t her area of expertise, but she knew how she wanted it to look and feel when donors or families clicked to research the foundation. It would be the main basis for information. It had to be perfect.

  “Bruce, I’d like to consult with the web designer and then we could work through that at the next meeting.”

  “But we need that for the celebrity endorsement page. That should come up first, don’t you think?” he asked.

  Her head pounded. Why was Bruce giving her a hard time? “Sure. But I need a consult first,” she spat the words with more anger than she intended.

  “Sorry.” He pushed back from the table. “Let me know when you have something for me to see.”

  He marched out of the conference room.

  Abby sighed. She had let her fear surface in front of everyone. She smiled at the group. “Let’s reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. Ok? I think we all need a day after the Vegas success.”

  She hurried out of the meeting, looking for a place to hide. She ran to the ladies’ room and splashed water on her face. She dabbed a towel to her neck. She had broken out in a sweat.

  There was no way she was going to give Cal money, but if she didn’t, she could lose Cole and Deacon.

  She didn’t have enough in her savings to make a payment that would satisfy her greedy cousin. She could take out a loan, but she knew that still wouldn’t be enough to make him happy. If she had been worth six-digits to Deacon in a poker game, Cal had to be thinking a figure somewhere near that.

  She leaned into the wall for support. The chills ran through her. Heat and cold. Back and forth, controlling her body with fear and rage.

  Where was she going to come up with that kind of money?

  ***

  Douglas greeted her at the door when she arrived at the manor. Cole and Deacon were stuck at the office in a meeting. They told her to go ahead and eat dinner without them.

  “Anything you need, Miss?” Douglas asked.

  “No. I think I’m going to take a hot bath.”

  “Should I draw it for you?”

  She looked at him. Douglas had been doing thing for her since she arrived, but that wasn’t something she needed help with.

  “I think I’ve got it.” She smiled. “Will you let me know when Deacon or Cole are home?”

  “Yes. Dinner is at six.”

  She rolled her eyes. She thought maybe since they were out for the night she could eat on her own schedule.

  “Ok.” She climbed the stairs, feeling the exhaustion hit her.

  Her phone buzzed. She saw Cal’s name appear on the screen this time.

  “What is it?” she asked quickly.

  “Are we meeting tonight?”

  “What? I said I would call you when I had something for you.”

  “I’m not patient.”

  She reached the top of the stairs and rushed to her room. The last thing she needed was Douglas to hear her conversation.

  “You’re going to have to be. I don’t have the kind of money you think I do. You gambled me into this situation, Cal. It’s not like you sent me with a dowry.”

  “What the fuck is a dowry?”

  She hung her head. “It doesn’t matter. It just means, I need some time.”

  “You have until the morning. Or I go to the press.”

  “Morning? There aren’t piles of cash lying around the house, Cal. I don’t know what you think happens with rich people and money. It’s in accounts, not stuffed in a mattress.”

  He blew into the phone. “I don’t care how you get it. Just get it.”

  Before she could protest again the line was silent. Abby looked at the phone. He had hung up on her.

  “Shit,” she whispered, sinking on the bed.

  Last night she had moved into her new suite of rooms, adjoining both Cole and Deacon’s rooms. They had slept together last night, christening the room with more sex than she thought was possible.

  Her body was insatiable when it came to those two. She flattened her hand on the pillow where Cole slept and rolled to Deacon’s side. She could still smell them on the pillows. They were her everything.

  They would be humiliated if they discovered what she had done. They wouldn’t be able to forgive her. They would never look at her the same way.

  Her eyes burned. The tears stung. She loved how they touched her. How they kissed her. How they worshipped her body. The idea that she could lose it because of her past, was suffocating. She fell to the bed as the sobs filled her lungs.

  She couldn’t lose them. Not now. Not ever.

  32

  Abby

  She awoke to Deacon nuzzled to her breast. Cole was pressed against her back. She opened her eyes. Deacon smiled.

  “Good morning, sweetheart.”

  “When did you two get home? I never heard you come in.”

  They were naked. She felt the warmth of their skin under the covers.

  Cole kissed her neck. “It was after midnight. You must have been exhausted.”

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized.

  “We shouldn’t have both left you alone all night,” Deacon answered. “Someone should have been with you.”

  “I thought we established I have some ind
ependence now,” she teased.

  Deacon trailed a finger over her breast, coaxing her nipple to perk. She felt Cole’s hand round over her bottom, cupping her heat.

  She groaned.

  “Do you want that independence right now?” Deacon taunted. “Or do you want us to fuck you properly?”

  She reached forward, clasping his solid cock in her hand. It dribbled with drops of dew on her fingertips. She sighed as Cole pressed his shaft between her legs.

  “What do you want, Abby?” He nipped at her ear.

  “I want you both right now,” she whispered. “Please don’t make me wait any more. I can’t take it if you tell me no.”

  He growled. “I want to fuck your ass, baby. You know that, right?”

  She nodded. “I want you inside me at the same time as Deacon. I have to know what it feels like.”

  Deacon ran his fingers between her legs, massaging her folds. Her pried her slit wide, sliding a finger inside her. She whimpered. She loved how he made her juices flow for him. She rocked into his hand.

  “He’s not gentle. One taste of your ass and he’s going to lose his mind,” he warned. “Let’s wait.”

  The excitement and fear coursed through her. How could Cole be the wild one? She didn’t know if it was possible. But she trusted Deacon.

  Cole’s palm coasted along her spine, pushing the hair from her neck. His lips trailed kisses across her shoulders. “I’ll fuck you deep, baby.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned. She pushed into Deacon’s fingers.

  “Are you ready for that?”

  She didn’t want to think, only to act. But the fear was stronger than her sense of sexual adventure.

  She shook her head. “I’m scare, Cole.”

  “It’s ok,” he groaned. She knew he was restraining himself. “We have all the time in the world. We will share this bed every night.”

  Deacon rolled on his back pulling her on top of him. “Let’s give Cole a little of what he wants.” He winked.

  She grinned at him, sliding back on her hands and knees until her mouth was over Deacon’s beautiful shaft. She took a long slow lick, inhaling it. She loved how he tasted.

  He folded his hands behind his head and watched her mouth take him in steady pumps.

  “Fuck, yeah. So hot, baby.” Cole positioned himself behind her, slapping her on the ass.

  Within seconds his face was buried between her legs. He went wild, sliding his tongue between her slit and diving it in her pussy. He maneuvered it higher, pumping a finger inside her, driving her to the brink as his tongue played with the ridge of muscles around her forbidden zone.

  Every time they penetrated there, she knew she wasn’t ready. She loved it more each time. It was getting easier, but this morning wasn’t the day she’d take all of Cole’s cock. He had more work to do to get her ready.

  He licked at her entrance, playing with her hole, before he broke away.

  Abby rode up and down Deacon’s cock with her tongue circling his long shaft. He thrust inside her. She loved this angle. She could control how deep it was. She looked into his eyes, locking into his lust. His abs rippled with cuts of muscle.

  She almost jerked off his cock when she felt Cole behind her again. He opened the lube and lathered it on her hole.

  “Ready for level three?” he asked.

  She stared at Deacon, giving him her answer.

  “Oh this is going to be sweet.” He looked over her shoulder at his friend.

  She wiggled back, feeling the lube coat her backside. She had managed to handle levels one and two. She was ready to graduate. She wanted them to know how dedicated she was to her studies.

  “Spread that little ass far, baby,” Cole commanded. His demeanor in bed was so different than the rest of his personality. Every time he switched to his authoritative self it turned her on.

  She did as he asked, feeling her ass expand. He rubbed more lube between her legs and then pushed something so wide and thick inside her, she squealed. She reeled up off Deacon’s cock.

  He reached up to steady her.

  “Relax, baby.”

  She smiled. “No. It’s good. So good.” She ran her hands through her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders as her hands moved to her breasts. “Oh, do it again, Cole.”

  Deacon watched in utter amazement.

  “Shit. His jaw dropped. “She’s a fucking rock star.”

  She lowered herself to his cock, this time fitting the entrance of her pussy on his head. She slammed on to him as Cole fucked her ass with the biggest dildo in the stash. Her core and ass sizzled with fire. It tore through her rapidly, burning so fast she thought she’d come before she could get Deacon there.

  She rode him hard, but he wasn’t anxious for things to end quickly. He was turned on by watching Cole behind her. She saw the hunger in his eyes.

  The dildo spread her, filled her. She bucked backward, glancing over her shoulder. All this time they had been careful not to go to fast, when what felt good was something that stretched her fully. She knew was it was that could satisfy her beyond words. Cole looked at her. She nodded at him.

  “I want you, Cole. I know I can handle it. No more toys. I want you. All of you inside my ass.”

  “Fuck,” he growled. He threw the baton on the floor. He didn’t second guess her. He didn’t argue anymore. His huge cock pressed to her ass. His hands gripped her waist. She held Deacon’s gaze as Cole sliced into her with a thrust enough to knock the air from her lungs.

  “Oh Cole.” The tears streamed down her face.

  She rocked onto Deacon’s cock, feeling the soothing ecstasy fill her then she rose up, knowing the fire was coming.

  Cole slammed into her. She was blinded with a white light of pain. She hissed.

  She looked in Deacon’s eyes as he pushed into her.

  She couldn’t help it. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t say it first.

  Deacon’s hands cupped her face. “I love you, Abby.”

  The tears splashed to his chest from her eyes. “Oh God, I love you too.”

  Cole pumped inside her, holding her waist close to his body. There was no where for her to go but to feel the intensity. To live in the moment of their bodies forever knowing each other in this place. For him to be buried so deep in her ass she’d never forget what they shared. She cried as he kissed her neck.

  “I love you so much, Abby. I love you, baby.”

  “Cole, I love you,” she sobbed. “I love you.”

  He lowered her back to Deacon, who thrust with a rock of his hips as they all began to surrender to the release searing under their skin. Abby knew it would control her. There was nothing she could do but let herself fall. To give in to their passion. To fully give her body to these two men. To let them catch her and hold her as she came deeper than she ever had.

  “Your ass is mine, baby,” Cole yelped.

  “Yes,” Abby answered. “Take it.”

  Deacon leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “I fucking love you.”

  She let the orgasm radiate from inside her. Like a soothing light coating her from the inside out. It burned and seared, melting their bodies into one.

  Deacon exploded inside her walls as Cole emptied his orgasm where no man had touched her. She jolted back and forth between them. Lost in their love. Lost in their bodies. Lost to pure happiness.

  33

  Abby

  If every morning began that way, Abby knew her life would be full of love. Her heart was ready to burst. Cole wrapped a hand around her waist. Deacon had gone downstairs to bring up a pot of coffee. No one was in a rush to get to the office this morning.

  “I don’t have words, Abby.” Cole brushed the hair on her cheek. “You amaze me.”

  She wiggled closer to him. “It was so intense.” She looked in his eyes. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone.”

  “Are you ok?” he asked. “I know I’m rough.”

  “I feel like my skin is floa
ting around my body.” She giggled. “I’m perfect.”

  “I’ll never forget this morning. I’ll never forget what you gave me.” He kissed her nose gently.

  “Neither will I.”

  Deacon pushed the door open and walked in with a tray of mugs and a pot of steaming coffee.

  Abby sat up on the pile of pillows.

  “Mmm. Coffee.”

  “For you.” He handed her a mug.

  He climbed into bed next to her.

  “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

  She looked at them. “You two are worried about me.”

  “Yep. You are our top priority. You are our family now, Abby. There isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you.” Deacon’s voice was serious.

  “Family?” she whispered. The terrible pit of fear hit her out of nowhere. She had awakened in their arms and forgotten about Cal. The blackmail had seemed like a dream she had pushed to the back recesses of her mind.

  “Family,” Cole echoed. “As unconventional as it is. That’s what our relationship is. We love you. We love you like the only woman who was meant for us.”

  “Oh God,” she croaked. She suddenly couldn’t drink anymore of the coffee. She felt the walls caving in on her.

  “What’s wrong?” Deacon searched her face.

  “I-I don’t deserve any of this. I don’t deserve you.” She wiggled to try to free herself from them, but Cole took the coffee and Deacon’s hands landed on her shoulders.

  “Talk to us. What’s going on?”

  She shook her head. “You’ll hate me.”

  “Doubtful.” Cole laughed.

  “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

  “Other than give us everything we’ve ever wanted?” Deacon stared at her.

  “You’re going to find out either way.”

  “Find out what?” Cole’s blue eyes turned a dark cobalt color. “You’re scaring us, Abby.”

  She stared at the sheet. She couldn’t face them. “Remember when someone hacked your payroll system two years ago?”

  “Are you talking about HiTech Global right now?” Deacon asked.