Drilled

by Opal Carew

  She felt the dress slipping from her shoulders as Evan drew down the zipper.

  “Oh, God, we can’t do this here,” she protested.

  “Of course we can,” Blake said, his deep, rich voice persuasive. “There’s no way any one of the store’s staff is going to come back into the room until we call.”

  “But they’ll know.”

  “They can’t know for sure, and even if they did, they wouldn’t tell anyone. If it got out that they were that indiscreet, their entire clientele would disappear.”

  Evan pushed the dress from her shoulders and it slithered to the floor, leaving her in only the black silk bra and panties.

  Heat washed through her. There was something wicked and highly erotic about being stripped naked by two sexy billionaires in the dressing room of a posh store.

  Blake ran his fingers along the strand of glittering jewels that had replaced the back strap of her bra and managed to unhook it, then Evan peeled the bra from her body and cupped her breasts while Blake watched, his lips nuzzling her neck.

  Her nipples puckered and pushed forward. Evan’s mouth found one bud and he suckled deeply. His short beard rasped against her skin, sending goose bumps along her flesh.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  She fell back against Blake and his big hand cupped her other breast. When his thumb stroked over that hard bud, she arched against him. She ran her hand over Blake’s cock, feeling the thick member under his fine wool suit.

  “I want to see you two,” she said, reluctantly pulling from Evan’s mouth, then kneeling on the plush carpeted floor.

  They both unzipped and pulled out their hard cocks. She gazed at them hungrily, then wrapped her hands around them and stroked. She eagerly took Evan into her mouth. She could see herself in the two mirrored walls. The sight of one cock protruding from her mouth and the other firmly in her hand as she stroked it was so hot she felt liquid arousal gushing between her legs.

  She dove down on Evan and bobbed several times, squeezing him in her mouth, to his groan. Then she switched, taking Blake deep as she stroked Evan. Evan stroked her breasts as she sucked Blake.

  “Oh, fuck, I want to be inside you,” Evan said.

  She drew back from Blake and started to move her mouth to Evan, but he pulled her to her feet and kissed her, deep and hard.

  “That’s not what I mean.” He stroked down her belly, then between her legs. He tugged the panties aside and she gasped as the silk tore.

  “Oh, no. These aren’t mine.” Not that she could really get away without buying them once she’d gotten them wet with her arousal.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Evan insisted, then pulled her in for a deep kiss again. His tongue plunged into her, and she felt his fingers glide over her slick folds and slide inside.

  Blake was behind her, his hand flat on her stomach as he pulled her back to feel his rock-hard cock against her ass.

  Evan sat down, then turned her around to face Blake. He drew her onto his lap and she felt his big cock slide right into her slick opening.

  “Oh, God,” she murmured.

  Evan glided her up and down a few times, then drew out and repositioned himself. This time as he lowered her down, his cock pushed into her back opening. The exquisite feel of fullness sent her thoughts scattering.

  He was thick and hard, stretching her back passage to the limit. It was excruciatingly pleasurable.

  Finally, she sat on his lap, his big cock fully inside her. Blake knelt in front of her, his hand stroking his cock, and licked her nipple. His mouth closed around it and he sucked it in deep, to her moan of approval.

  Blake straightened and pressed his cockhead to her slit, the torn panties leaving it bare to him. As the cockhead pushed inside her, she found herself staring in the mirror. The sight of his cock moving into her left her breathless.

  Evan shifted, reminding her of his big member in her ass.

  Blake pushed in the last inch, then held her close.

  Oh, God, both big cocks were inside her, and it felt divine.

  “We’re going to fuck you now, sweetheart,” Blake said, his velvety voice caressing her ear. “We’re going to make you come so hard, you’ll scream out loud.”

  “And don’t worry about it,” Evan said when she stiffened. “No one will hear you.”

  She didn’t know about that, but once they started pumping into her, she knew that it didn’t matter, because there was no way she’d be able to stop herself.

  Both big, hard cocks filled her again and again. Her ass ached with the pressure, at the same time blossoming with exquisite pleasure. Blake’s big cock in front dragged along her sensitive vagina, sending sparks flaring within her.

  “Oh, fuck, sweetheart, I’m not going to last long,” Evan grated.

  “Me, either.” Blake kept pounding into her, driving her hard against Evan.

  She sucked in a breath as her body coiled tighter and tighter, until it was like a spring at its limit. Then she gasped as the cocks drilled deep into her. The coil released and everything seemed to spin around her. Then an orgasm exploded through her like a firestorm, searing her as she wailed.

  “I’m fucking coming,” Blake said.

  When she felt him erupt inside her, her orgasm jumped up a notch. Then when Evan groaned and she felt his heat, she shattered in sheer ecstasy. Her voice grew louder and louder until her wails turned to shrieks of euphoria.

  The men kept pounding into her and she lost herself in the bliss. Sailing beyond time and space as her body shuddered in release.

  Finally, she slumped on Evan’s lap.

  “Oh, my God,” she panted. “They’re going to call the police.”

  “I assure you they won’t. They’d never risk their sizable commission just because their clients fuck in the changing room.”

  Her lips turned up in a grin as she sat there with their big dicks still inside her.

  “You know, you two are very bad boys,” she said.

  “That’s true. I think you should take us home and punish us,” Blake said.

  She stroked over Blake’s tight ass and squeezed.

  “Don’t think I won’t do it.”

  In fact, the very thought started to arouse her again.

  “But you can make amends right now,” she suggested.

  “How is that?” Blake asked, his eyes glittering.

  She rocked on their cocks and he got the hint. He started to thrust inside her again, pushing Evan deep with every movement. She clung to Blake’s shoulders and soon wailed out loud once again as another orgasm sizzled through her. It went on and on, the delightful pleasure washing through her in swells.

  Finally, she crumpled between them.

  “You may be bad boys,” she murmured between pants. “But I have to admit. You’re very, very good.”

  * * *

  The men insisted on buying the dress and all the accessories for her, and although she felt odd accepting, the total was well above the already generous budget her mother had offered her to buy an outfit for the event. In that department, Jerrold did not skimp, wanting her to wear a designer gown in hopes she’d fit in. But she didn’t want to go back and tell him she needed more. And she couldn’t afford it.

  In fact, the panty and bra set alone used half the budget, though how any store could justify a four-digit price tag for a tiny bit of lingerie Danni could not understand. Something about threads of platinum woven through the silk giving the fabric that shimmery quality she’d admired. And, of course, it turned out the jeweled strap was real diamonds.

  Their next stop was the salon, which was almost as luxurious as the store, though nothing could quite compare to E.V.’s.

  Two sleek-looking women in tailored gray dresses with bright silk patterned scarves, which seemed to be some kind of uniform, looked Danni over. One lifted a handful of Danni’s hair—feeling and examining it, then lifting it to the top of Danni’s head and letting it fall in different ways around her face. The other woman insp
ected Danni’s face, touching her skin and holding swatches of product against her cheek.

  One of them asked to see the dress Danni would be wearing. Blake had brought it in with them and they took the garment bag from the hook where he’d placed it and looked it over, then draped it in front of Danni, explaining they wanted to see the neckline and color.

  Finally, they explained what they were going to do with her hair and makeup. Danni was happy to hear the stylist talk about leaving the color and length alone. She went on to say she planned to pin most of it up, but leave a mass of loose hair tumbling over one shoulder and something about little gem butterflies scattered throughout.

  Danni just nodded. She would have just washed and brushed it, letting the plethora of waves hang loose. The makeup artist talked about what kind of foundation and blush she’d use, how she’d contour Danni’s cheeks and a whole lot of other things Danni didn’t know or care about, and how her eyes would be done in a smoky blend of colors that would bring out the blue of her eyes and at the same time complement the color of the dress. The lipstick would, of course, be a vivid red to match the red fabric.

  “And your nails. We’ll do a matching red gel to maximize shine and it will last for several weeks. We’ll work a lovely design on top with black and white, unless you’d prefer gold to match the necklace?”

  “What necklace?” Danni asked.

  Suddenly, the woman’s cheeks flushed red. “Oh.” She glanced nervously at Blake. “I didn’t realize . . .”

  Danni turned her gaze to Blake, too.

  “It’s all right,” Blake said to the woman, then stood up and walked toward Danni.

  He pulled something from his pocket. It was a long, narrow box. He snapped it open and inside she saw a huge rectangular-cut ruby, surrounded by a row of small diamonds. Five strands of pearls were attached to each side. Blake lifted the necklace from its cushion and wrapped it around her neck. The hair stylist lifted Danni’s heavy waves of hair so he could fasten it, then she let them tumble back into place.

  Danni stared in the mirror. The pearls formed a collar around her throat, holding the gem flat against her neck. She ran her fingertip over the glittering gem.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  She saw both Blake and Evan smiling in the mirror behind her.

  “After you picked out the red dress, when you were changing,” Evan explained, “Karri showed us this. We thought you’d like it.”

  “It’s a gift from us,” Blake clarified.

  She felt all quivery and light-headed. She should turn it down, especially after they’d already done so much for her. She’d already talked herself into hitting Mom and Jerrold up for the extra money for the dress and all, even though she knew she’d have trouble getting Evan and Blake to accept the repayment. But this necklace . . . there’s no way she could ask Jerrold to cover this.

  So she should refuse it.

  But she’d never been treated like this before. Being pampered with beautiful gifts. Having so much attention paid to her.

  When Jerrold gave her something, it was because it benefited him in some way, not because he cared about her happiness.

  Sure, Blake and Evan were reaping the benefits of some spectacularly awesome sex with her, but they knew they didn’t have to give her anything to coax her into it.

  They seemed to actually like her, and enjoyed making her happy.

  She stroked the bright stone, feeling a swell of emotion pushing its way forward.

  They actually seemed to care about her.

  “Thank you,” she murmured hoarsely.

  Blake’s smile faded and his eyes turned intense as he watched her, clearly sensing her vulnerable emotions.

  His hand rested on her shoulder. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

  Then he turned her chair and drew her to her feet. She realized the two women had disappeared, leaving them alone in the private studio. His mouth found hers and his tongue glided over her lips, then inside. She melted against him, giving herself to the kiss completely.

  When he drew back, his serious gaze locked on her.

  “You deserve it, you know. That and so much more.”

  “I don’t need gifts . . .”

  “I don’t mean gifts. I mean someone who cares about you. And appreciates you.” He guided her to Evan, who drew her close. “And both of us do.”

  “It’s true,” Evan said, then he kissed her, too.

  She melted against him, gliding her tongue inside his mouth and coiling it with his. When he released her, they were both sucking in air.

  “I think we should take you out to dinner,” Blake said. “Right now, before we take you right here in the salon.”

  She stroked her hand through Evan’s beard, loving the coarse feel of the dense whiskers, imagining them gliding up her inner thigh right now.

  “Is that a problem?” she asked.

  Evan chuckled. “Only that we have reservations in twenty minutes and it’ll take fifteen to get to the restaurant.”

  Blake tipped her chin toward him and kissed her. “Not that the restaurant wouldn’t hold our table, but we have a surprise for you.”

  Chapter Seven

  “So what’s this surprise you have for me?” Danni asked as they sat in the back of the limousine heading to the restaurant.

  “I told you,” Blake said patiently, “it’s a surprise.”

  “I can’t imagine what it could be. You’ve already given me an abundance of gifts. Any more would be too much.”

  “I don’t know if I agree with that,” Evan said, “but it’s not a gift.”

  The driver pulled up in front of Alana’s, an elegant restaurant she knew Mom and Jerrold often talked about.

  “I’m not really dressed for such a fancy place,” she protested, her fingers toying with the hem of her blouse.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Evan said. “I guarantee they won’t turn us away.”

  The driver opened the door and she got out of the car, followed by Evan and Blake. Evan’s arm slid around her as they walked to the front door.

  They must look an odd sight. Her in jeans and a secondhand blouse and the two men in expensive business suits. As they walked into the posh entryway, with dark wood paneling, crystal lamps, and heavy glass doors with brass handles, she wondered why they weren’t embarrassed to be seen with her like this. Jerrold would have made it very clear she was out of place.

  She caught her reflection in the smoky mirrors along the wall of the entryway and realized she still had the ruby-and-pearl collar on. With the expensive necklace on, her outfit looked grungy-chic.

  A staff member opened the door for them and once they were inside, a man in a black suit smiled at them.

  “Ah, Mr. Swift, Mr. Hawkins. So nice to see you. Your table is ready. Please follow me.”

  He led them through the softly lit restaurant to an area in the back with fewer tables and a quieter ambience. There were only a couple of empty tables there, but the host led them toward two men already seated at a table for six.

  The men stood up as they approached, their gazes turning to her.

  The host pulled out her chair and she sat down, looking at Evan and Blake questioningly.

  “Danni, this is Marcus and Rhett.”

  She turned to the men and smiled. “Rhett, like Rhett Butler?”

  “Yes. My grandmother was a great fan of Gone with the Wind, so my parents named me that in her honor.”

  “That’s very nice.”

  Rhett was a tall, good-looking man with dark blond hair so long he’d tied it behind his head. His brown eyes sparkled and he was sinfully sexy. He wore a stylish suit that was clearly an expensive cut.

  Marcus, on the other hand, wore jeans—though she could tell they were a designer label—that fit his long, muscular legs and trim waist perfectly. His casual shirt was open at the neck, giving a glimpse of vines tattooed up his chest and curling along his neck and behind his ears. His black hair was cropped close to his h
ead. She imagined if she ran her hand over it, it would feel like coarse stubble. He also had a pierced ear that was stretched with one of those wide inserts, so it made a large hole in his earlobe. He was muscular and laid back, but she could tell there was an alertness about him, as if he was ready to lurch into action in a split second.

  “And your name’s Danni,” Marcus said. “I like it. It suits you.”

  “Because it’s a boy’s name and I work in construction?” she asked.

  She didn’t know if Evan and Blake had told them what she did for a living, but she wasn’t going to hide it, so she might as well get it out there right now.

  Marcus shrugged. “Sure, I suppose. But you decide what people call you. If you wanted to be called Danielle, I have no doubt you wouldn’t put up with them calling you anything else. It’s clear you know your own mind and you don’t take guff from anybody.”

  “Like if someone called you Marc,” Evan said.

  “Got that right,” Marcus said. He turned back to Danni. “I grew up in construction. Got lucky and made it big. So people say. But it’s not really so much luck as I’ve got mad business skills. I’m not as rich as these nobodies”—he jerked his head toward Evan and Blake—“but I do all right for myself. Even if I didn’t, I think putting in a good day’s work building something with your own two hands”—he smiled, which set his amber eyes ablaze—“that’s what it’s all about.”

  “So, the pep talk from Marcus aside,” Blake said, “the reason we asked Rhett and Marcus here is to give you practice socializing with rich society people in a friendly environment.”

  Marcus snorted. “I’m no rich society dick, but I’ve got money and people hang on my words like I’m a goddamned celebrity. And they invite me to fancy-assed parties in order to talk me out of my money.”

  “Marcus and Rhett will be at the gala, too, so you’ll have some friendly faces there,” Evan said.

  “And if you need us to act like interested suitors,” Rhett said, his eyes twinkling, “we’ll be happy to.”

  Embarrassment flickered through her at the realization that Evan and Blake had guessed why her mother was insisting she go to this party, but it faded when Rhett reached for her hand and lifted it, then turned it over and pressed his lips to the pulse point on her wrist. The feel of his delicate whisper of a kiss sent tingles racing along her spine.