Two if by Sea

by Marie Carnay

  His partner padded off to the bathroom and James slid down the mattress, planting kisses on her naked arms. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. Watching Winston bury himself inside her as she sucked him was powerful. But he wasn’t close to done. Running his hand up and down her side, he coaxed her back to life, drawing out tiny gasps with every swipe of his hand.

  Winston walked back in from the bathroom and James looked up. As he met his partner’s stare, something between them shifted. Subtle and small, it wasn’t an outpouring of love or romance or a new found sexuality. But James found himself wanting not just Miranda. But a threesome with Winston, for more than just a night.

  Miranda rolled onto her side and he leaned over, taking her nipple into his mouth. Delicious. She arched her back and he cupped her breast as it spilled over her ribs. Mmm.

  Just as he was about to pull away and find a condom, a sound startled them all.

  “What was that?” Miranda blinked her eyes open and sat up.

  “That was the doorbell. Room service is here.” Winston grinned and tugged on his jeans. “How about dinner in bed?”

  Chapter 5

  Miranda stretched out on the bed and almost purred. “If I could have room service like that delivered whenever I wanted it, I’d live in a snooty hotel too.”

  James snorted and Winston threw a pillow at him. “Don’t knock it. There are good things money can buy. Like swanky hotel apartments.”

  “And enough land to get away from all the people you share the building with.”

  Winston gave James a disgruntled frown and Miranda shook her head. The tension between the two men had simmered all date long. Every hole on the golf course ramped up their competitive natures and spurred their egos on. But when they’d all stripped bare and given in to their desires? It vanished. Instead, they’d been focused on her and the mind-blowing orgasms.

  She couldn’t deny that the infighting gave her a confidence boost—a huge one—but it wasn’t what she wanted in the bedroom. She sat up, holding the sheet around her chest as she looked at the two billionaires sitting on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t figure it out, but they all seemed to fit. A threesome that actually worked. It was crazy and scandalous and all kinds of dirty. But she didn’t want the date to end and her fantasy to disappear. She wanted to hold onto the fairy tale a bit longer. And she knew just how to get it back.

  “So now that no one’s starving, any chance we can get back to what we’d started?”

  Winston grinned and James stood up before yanking his shirt back off. He dropped his jeans and climbed back on the bed, cock thick and hard between his legs. Miranda raised an eyebrow and ran her tongue over her lip. “Is that a yes?”

  “That’s a definite yes.” In one smooth motion, James yanked the sheet straight off her body and let it crumple to the floor. His eyes widened and his dick twitched as he stared at her. “God, you just get better. Every time I look at you I want you that much more.”

  He crawled up to her knees and pushed them apart, but Miranda stopped him with a hand on his chest. “No way. I want your cock, not your tongue.”

  Winston whistled and threw a condom at James. He caught it and turned back to Miranda. “You’re sure?”

  “Of course I’m sure.”

  “Well, then I’m more than happy to oblige.” He slid off the bed and motioned for Miranda to join him. As she stood up, he turned her around and pushed on her back, bending her over until her palms hit the bed. Her ass stuck out in the air and a rush of desire shot through her. She couldn’t believe he wanted to fuck her like that.

  As her muscles clenched in anticipation, Winston scooted over and slipped between her arms. He sat right in front of her, buck naked, cock pointing at her mouth. Mmm. She smiled and reached up to stroke his shaft, but he stopped her. “You’ll get my cock, don’t you worry. But not yet. First you’re going to get both of us.”

  He slid down to the floor and spread her legs wider as she frowned. “What do you mean?”

  James stepped up and shoved his hand between her legs, stroking her swollen sex. “Mmm. She’s so fucking wet, Winston. Taste her.”

  Winston raised up and lapped at her clit, his tongue rolling over James’s fingers as Miranda let out a low moan. Oh! As Winston licked her pussy, James grabbed her by the hips. His cock nudged against her entrance and with a single thrust, he buried himself in her slick heat.

  Oh my god! Where Winston was long and straight, James was thick and heavy. His cock filled her, stretched her, turned her molten. She sagged into the mattress and Winston held her up, reaching up to rub and pinch her nipples as he lapped at her clit. Having one man inside her and one all over her was overwhelming. She didn’t know whether to scream or cry or pass out. So she just held on.

  * * *

  Holy hell. Her pussy clenched around James’s dick so tight he gritted his teeth to stave off his release. She was slick and hot and epic on her own. But with Winston’s tongue toying with her clit and flicking against his shaft, he could barely breathe.

  He’d never been in this situation before. It wasn’t that Winston was fucking him, exactly, but he wasn’t holding back. Wasn’t being careful. Instead, he was all over both of them. Lapping at Miranda like a cat with a bowl of cream, stroking her breasts as he ran his tongue around their union and James pumped in and out.

  In seconds, Miranda cried out and her body froze in pleasure—the orgasm ripped through her and her pussy gripped him tight. He stayed still, letting her ride it out and come down as Winston slipped back up onto the bed.

  His partner looked up at him, staring with heat and lust in his eyes and James couldn’t look away. With Miranda between them, they were on fire. As her breathing slowed, James eased back, thrusting in a shallow burst and turning her back on.

  “Mmm. James. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  She reached up and took Winston’s cock in her hand, stroking up and down, over and around until she took him in her mouth. As her lips slipped over the tip, James thrust—hard and fast—and she slid down his partner’s cock, deeper than ever before.

  Winston groaned and locked his arms, bracing himself on the bed as James worked up into a rhythm. Every pump of his hips sent Miranda down Winston’s cock. Again and again and again.

  He fucked her mercilessly, never slowing down, never backing off. She moaned with every thrust, her juices coating not just his shaft, but the back of her ass and his thighs. She fucking loved it. Loved being dominated and controlled and owned by two men. It was enough to send James over, but he wasn’t coming without her.

  He reached around her front and shoved his hands between her folds. Finding her swollen little clit, he flicked and she came, pussy gripping like a vise as his cock turned to steel. James looked up and met Winston’s stare as they all tipped over into bliss. His legs shook, sweat broke out across his forehead and he groaned through the best orgasm of his life.

  As his orgasm receded, his partner fell back on the bed. James slipped out of Miranda and they clambered onto the mattress in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Lying there, he drifted in and out of consciousness, barely registering the bed shifting until Miranda patted his thigh.

  “I’m going to hop in the shower. Don’t go anywhere.”

  He grunted his reply and rolled over, watching her perfect, plump ass as she walked into the bathroom. Winston rolled over as the door clicked shut. “She’s fucking incredible, man.”

  “Tell me about it. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

  The shower turned on and both men laid there for a few minutes, staring at nothing. Finally, James broke the silence. “I want to keep seeing her.”

  The water shut off and Winston sighed. “You’re not the only one.”

  James frowned. They’d never dated the same woman long-term. They’d had that one drunken night…but it ended poorly. Was Miranda different? James ran his hand down his face. “What if we both dated her?”

  “You mean make it a competition? See who co
mes out on top?”

  “No. I mean…like tonight. All three of us.”

  Winston rolled over and grabbed a pillow. “Come on, James. Tonight was fun. But it was a one-time thing. We can’t date the same woman. Even if she did cost a quarter million dollars.”

  James frowned. He knew they’d worked too hard to let a woman wreck their relationship or their business. But Miranda….Fuck. He rolled over and found a pillow of his own. If only they didn’t have to cater to snooty, stuck up clients. Then they could be who they wanted to be. To hell with anyone else.

  * * *

  Miranda eased the door shut and leaned on the paneled wood. I am such an idiot. She’d spent the whole shower convincing herself she could date two men. That she could handle the competition and gossip. Turns out none of that mattered. She’d been right all along.

  She’d opened the door, ready to hop back into bed with them, when Winston’s words hit her like a punch. The date was just that—a date. A competition they’d won and now it was over. She slumped against the door. She was a one-night girl for men like that. The kind of woman a billionaire has a good time with and sends packing.

  Looking down at her chubby toes and wide hips, she fought back the tears. The only men who wanted more than a night with her were boring and timid. Not sexy and confident. She picked up her purse and sighed. She never should have agreed to the charity auction. Then she wouldn’t know what she was missing.

  With a deep breath, she turned and eased open the door. James and Winston were sprawled across the bed, sacked out and snoring. Thank god. Saying goodbye would have been horrific. She tiptoed into the bedroom, picked up her shoes, and snuck back to the elevators.

  A few minutes later, she stepped out into the brisk New York air and the attendant waved her over. “Can I call for the car, miss?”

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “The car. All of our residents have complimentary use of the chauffeured Jaguar. I believe it’s available. Shall I check?”

  Miranda laughed to keep from crying. “No. I’m not a resident. Can you just call me a cab?”

  “Of course, miss.”

  The cab arrived and she gave the driver her address before slumping down into the dingy back seat. Blue stained vinyl and a discolored plastic divider. That was her style. Not a jaguar with a driver. Or an apartment in a five-star hotel. If only she’d been wearing glass slippers. Then maybe she’d have some hope. One of her prince charmings might come running to find her.

  But fairy tale endings didn’t happen to average girls. As the cab turned the corner, she rapped on the barrier. “Can you stop at the store on the corner? I need to run in for a second.”

  The cabbie pulled over and she hopped out. Ice cream. I just need ice cream and cheap wine. Miranda hustled through the aisles, heading straight for the frozen foods when she heard her name.

  “Miranda? Is that you?”

  She turned around and her heart sank. Of all the luck. “Milton. Hey.” With a wave, she turned back toward the cases, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t.

  “It’s been what, two months? I tried calling. Did you get my messages?”

  Miranda opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of double chocolate chunk before turning toward him. Why had she even dated him at all? Ill-fitting, wrinkled shirt, pants two inches too short, glasses he kept pushing up his nose. God. He was the opposite of handsome. The opposite of the men she’d just screwed.

  “Milton…I don’t think we’re right for each other. It’s nothing personal, I just didn’t feel a spark, you know?” She gave him a small smile and pushed past him to find the wine.

  “I don’t think you gave us enough of a chance, Miranda. How about we start over? I heard there’s a mini-golf place open in Tribeca. We could go dutch.”

  Miranda closed her eyes and shook her head. This cannot be happening. Grabbing a bottle of wine, she marched toward the checkout and Milton trailed behind.

  “How about it?” He pushed his glasses up his nose and she set her purchases down with a thud.

  “How about this, Milton? No. I am not interested in another date.”

  He blinked and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

  “Do you understand? I’m not interested. Not now, not ever.”

  Milton swallowed and gave her a nod. “I understand. Sorry to have wasted your time.” His chin quivered and he turned, scuttling out of the store as the cashier rang her up.

  “You sure told him.”

  Miranda spun back around and frowned. “I’m sorry?” Since when did clerks chime in on her personal life?

  “You laid that on pretty thick. Looks like he’s about to go have himself a good cry.”

  Shit. Miranda winced and ran her hand through her hair. She didn’t mean to hurt Milton. But seeing him brought the stark contrast of the past few hours and her real life into sharp focus. She swiped her credit card, took her bag, and trudged out to the cab. Yanking the door open, she took a deep breath and tried to get it together.

  The chances of the date working out had been slim-to-none from the start. She shouldn’t be disappointed. Hell, she should be thrilled. Not one, but two billionaires wanted her time for a day. And they’d paid enough money to fund Dawn’s shelter forever. But it didn’t lessen the sting or the nagging feeling that she’d been bought like a high-class hooker.

  Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was a lot to pay for a night of sex, but somehow that’s exactly what had happened. James pressing his firm muscles up against her curves. Winston sliding down to spread her legs and make her come. Both of their cocks filling her up and making her moan. Damn it. She should have bought two bottles of wine.

  * * *

  Ring. Rrrrring. Rrrrrrrrring.

  Ungh. Miranda pawed at the bedside table, knocking over her Kleenex and alarm clock before she managed to snag the phone. “What?”

  “Whoa. What happened to you?”

  Miranda groaned and flopped back onto the bed. Dawn. The woman who’d pimped her out to support homeless cats and dogs. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Was it the date? Oh my god. It was the date. Tell me you’re so sore you can’t move. Did they give you so many orgasms you broke something? Come on, tell me.”

  “They took me mini-golfing.”

  Silence.

  Miranda sat up and blinked. “Dawn? Are you there?”

  “Yeah. I’m here. They paid a quarter of a million dollars to take you mini-golfing?”

  “Actually, it was kind of my idea. James asked me about my perfect date and I said mini-golf and pizza. So they bought Randall’s.”

  “Shut up. They did not!”

  “They did.”

  “Holy shit, Miranda! So then what happened? Did you go dancing? Do too many shots? Something had to happen to make you sound like my Grandpa Joe.”

  Miranda blushed and bit her lip. Something happened all right. Something she now regretted more than anything. “I might have slept with them.”

  Dawn squealed so loud, Miranda had to hold the phone a foot away. “Congrats! It was awesome, right?”

  She grinned despite herself. “It was awesome. But—” she started, cutting off her best friend before she screamed again, “—it’s a one-time thing. They don’t want any more than that.”

  “What? How do you know?”

  “I just know. They aren’t really into me. It was the thrill of winning and bidding against each other. I could have been anyone, Dawn. They don’t think I’m special.”

  “Oh, honey, that can’t be true.”

  “Well, it is. And I’m glad. Honestly, I don’t know why I ever agreed to be in the auction. I’m not cut out to date a billionaire. Or have a one-night stand.”

  Dawn didn’t give her usual snappy comeback and Miranda frowned. “What is it?”

  “Don’t get mad.”

  Oh no. She closed her eyes and took a steady breath in and out through her nose. “What did you do?”

  “I
might have volunteered you to do something without asking.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Well…just…remember that it’s for the shelter, okay?”

  “I’m listening.”

  “It’ll only take a few hours tomorrow morning. You’ll be able to get to work by lunch. And it’s on a Monday. That’s a slow news day, right?”

  Dawn was rambling, trying to play down whatever horror she’d dragged into Miranda’s life, but she needed her to spit it out.

  “Just tell me, Dawn.”

  “It’s nothing, really. You’ll show up, sit next to them, answer some questions. It’ll be done before you know it. Then they’ll do a feature spot on the shelter, how to donate, volunteer, everything. It’ll be amazing.”

  Her stomach churned and she dragged herself into the bathroom. “Please tell me it’s not about the outrageous winning bid at your auction.”

  “I’m sorry, Miranda.”

  With a swallow, she opened her eyes and forced herself to look at her reflection. Puffy, mascara-streaked cheeks, eyelids open a crack. Curves no billionaire wanted to date. “They’ll never agree to it.”

  “They already have.”

  “What?”

  “I—I have James’s number from the auction. When I called I didn’t know, I’m sorry. But…He said they’d be there.”

  She blinked and asked the question she’d been avoiding. “Where exactly?”

  Dawn paused a beat before answering. “It’s a live television interview of all three of you. On Good Morning New York.”

  * * *

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