The Escort Series (Billionaire Bachelors) - Complete Collection

by Jordan, Lucia

  “They want you to follow them to Scotland?”

  Bea winced at the screeching tone in Lisa’s voice. “Why are you getting hysterical? You travel all the time to far-flung places with your clients. Only last week, you returned from your trip to Dubai with that sheik steel magnate client of yours.”

  “Yes, yes, but I’m a professional escort. I know what I’m doing. And it’s all business. Always. But from the sound of things with you and this two Scots…” Lisa didn’t finish, but Bea could definitely hear the question in her flat mate’s voice.

  “If you’re asking if I’ve slept with them – then yes. Both of them, in fact,” Bea said, crossing her fingers and grimacing in expectation of Lisa’s resulting scream of shock. But instead, she got silence.

  Opening one eye, she said into the phone, “Lisa? You there?”

  After about five seconds, Lisa’s voice, now croaky, could be heard. “Oh, you go girl,” she said in awe. “I knew you were all fire underneath your prim and proper shell.”

  “You don’t think I’m acting crazy?” Bea asked in worry, surprised by the sound of deep respect in Lisa’s tone.

  “If getting your freak on with two gorgeous Scottish brothers is crazy, then hit me with that branch, baby,” Lisa crowed. “I mean, sure, it’s not something I’d have seen you getting into, ever. But…if it feels good…”

  “Oh, it does,” Bea sighed. “So good…and so right. I never dreamed you’d understand, Lisa, so thanks. And thanks too, for making it happen in the first place. If I hadn’t listened to you and gone on that first date all those weeks ago, none of this would have occured. I’m feeling so alive for the first time in my life. But I’m not going to think beyond this weekend. I won’t allow myself to. I’ll just live for the moment, and then see where it takes me.”

  “That sounds smart,” Lisa said more soberly. “Even I wouldn’t ask you to take too big a risk, or commit more of yourself than necessary. Just…have fun this weekend, and then come home, okay girl?”

  “Okay,” Bea said on a sigh, feeling a weight coming off her chest now that she’d told Lisa all. Well, maybe not all. Lisa still didn’t know she’d been practically seduced by the two billionaire brothers in their hotel suite on Bea’s first night as their escort. Oh well, such tidbits could be filled in at a more leisurely date…

  Chapter Four

  Bea hadn’t really believed it when Jason told her she’d find clothes waiting for her in the closet. But after the long, steamy soak where she’d washed her hair and soothed herself with bath oils, she padded in a clean towel and went to the closet and walked in.

  Oh. My.

  There was a whole row of clothes, from hanging dresses to skirts to jeans folded up in drawers along with tee shirts and blouses. Bea could only stand staring for a few minutes before, jerking into action, she snatched one item to her, and then another. Everything was in her exact size. Down to even the brand new lingerie she found in a drawer. Every single article of clothing had a designer label and the price tags were staggering, down to the very expensive thong lace panties.

  And the shoes. From Louboutins to Jimmy Choos…Bea’s mouth was hanging open as she slid a foot into a pair of high heels and found that they also fit her perfectly as well. What in the world? She felt like a princess.

  Had they been so sure they’d meet her again? How could they have guessed she’d fall straight into their web again? She shivered. And how on earth had they known every detail about her measurements from head to foot? It would have gotten really creepy if she didn’t remember spending the night with them at their suite. They could easily have checked the labels on her clothes, underwear and shoes to find her sizes. Probably at about the same time they were slipping that two hundred thousand dollar check into her purse.

  Still, it was weird. She was beginning to think again about that bid of hers to escape. They’d bought a whole mansion, kitted out a bedroom with a closet full of kicks just for her – and they’d only met her once before yesterday. If that didn’t warn her she was dealing with a pair of, if not psychos, then a couple of control freaks who’d mapped out their strategy after the first night she’d been with them.

  Lighten up, Bea, jeez, her inner voice told her as she picked out a nice looking sundress. The expensive evening frock she’d worn yesterday was nowhere to be seen so she had no choice but to pick something out from the truckload of clothes. Slipping on the sundress over some new bra and panties, she sighed.

  If anything, Ryan and Jason could be said to be very exact. No doubt they’d been setting out to get her immediately after that night they’d first shared a threesome. Was this any indication of feelings on their part? They’d said so many things that first time during dinner, when they’d been trying to talk her into going back to their suite with them, that had kept her head reeling for days afterwards. Telling her that once she walked in, they instantly knew she was the one they were looking for, who drew them both in the same way.

  They’d told her they wanted to be hers, had offered themselves solely for her pleasure. They’d told her they wanted to be “her men”. To be ready, adoring males who’d happily give her every pleasure, for as long as she wanted.

  Bea remembered laughing in their faces then, scoffing at them for thinking they were God’s gift by offering her their bodies and the delights it could bring.

  Well, so far they were keeping to their word in every sense and suddenly, Bea was starting to really panic. Not for her safety or anything, she still trusted them implicitly. There was no way they would ever deliberately hurt her. Not physically, anyway. But there was a part of her that suddenly quivered with a new kind of unease. Everything was perfect…too perfect. It was times like these that a girl got foolish and started dreaming, and hoping. Seeking for more.

  And Bea had already made up her mind to settle for what she could and then leave before she was in too deep…

  * * *

  “You look delectable, sweet Bea,” Ryan’s voice boomed as she stuck her head in the door of his study before finally stepping inside. He waved her over as he placed down the phone he’d been speaking on before she appeared.

  Bea had left her bedroom minutes ago, and made her way downstairs. She found her way to the kitchen first where she discovered they had a private chef present who was fixing up a gourmet lunch for them, aided by a uniformed assistant. Impressed by the delightful scents already wafting from the many pots and pans, she smiled and excused herself, hunting around for either Ryan or Jason. Finally, she’d heard Ryan’s unmistakable voice coming from a door on the right side of her and she’d happily spun in that direction. It was just past eleven a.m. and she had to admit she’d missed seeing him since she’d woken up.

  “Thank you. Everything in the closet was so lovely I almost couldn’t decide what to choose,” she said, deciding to not make a fuss and ask why so much stuff had been purchased. For all she knew, it might belong to an ex-girlfriend of theirs. But then…she had a distinct impression that no, everything in there had been put together with her in mind.

  “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I just wanted to get this out of the way so I could devote the rest of the weekend to you,” he said with a gentle smile as he rose from his desk to meet her halfway, gathering her up in his arms se he could kiss her lips.

  Bea didn’t even try to ponder how easy it had felt to simply fall into his embrace. Ryan kissed her and the hunger in his lips reminded her that she’d satisfied the lusts of only one brother earlier that morning. Judging from the thick baton of arousal sticking into her belly, Ryan was quite due for some satisfaction himself.

  But he didn’t push. He seemed more concerned about her well-being. His fingers rippled through her dark brown hair as he gazed into her face. “Hope we weren’t too rough with you last night,” he murmured, his eyes smoky. Bea swallowed, feeling his free hand slide down her waist to skim her ass over the flimsy sundress.

  “I mean, with all that paddling, flogging and cropping
,” Ryan teased, knowing full well he’d done his part with the nipple clamping and what-not. Bea was glad for the concern, and couldn’t help the equally teasing smile that lifted her lips as she let her hands fall on his shoulder.

  “Well…Jason did help to make me feel better,” she confessed, her lashes fluttering softly. Bea felt inwardly amazed at her audacity, with the way she was flirting at him. She hadn’t realized she even knew how to flirt. Judging by the way Ryan’s eyes darkened and narrowed, could be she was doing it right in spite of herself.

  “I see,” Ryan murmured, his eyes lowering to her lips, and then down to her cleavage which peeked from the dipping collar of the dress. Bea felt an answering tingle start to spread over her nipples just having him look at her like that, like he was ready to rip her clothes off. It was all she could do not to sizzle into a puddle at his feet.

  Seeing him behind that huge desk looking so serious and busy had sent her heart thudding with desire. He was dressed in impeccably cut dress pants, and like Jason he’d worn a white shirt, which spread deliciously across his broad shoulders. He looked so cool and sexy that she really couldn’t blame herself for suddenly harboring some very wicked thoughts where he was concerned.

  “So now… I guess that means you’ll be up to a little fun with me,” he drawled, his fingers running underneath the strap of her dress, before sliding it slowly off her shoulder. His touch was light, slow yet full of purpose. Bea shivered as his fingertips barely grazed the skin of her arm, where the strap now fell. One cup of her strapless bra was exposed, and the pretty nude lace was barely able to hold in her fat, bursting nipple. He wasn’t even touching her breasts and already they felt heavy and full as they throbbed with arousal.

  “Well, it depends on what you have in mind,” Bea purred. To her delight, she felt the distinct poke of him against her belly as she pressed up against him boldly.

  Well, well! Looked like she was turning into a freak herself. She was starting to have cock on the brain judging by the way she was getting breathless with the thought of Ryan’s erection. He was so hard and thick that her head swum just thinking about what that length of pole could do in terms of pleasing her. Bea would never have believed she’d be such a wanton female but then, what with Jason and then Ryan so very available for her feminine enjoyment, she was going to take full advantage. Just like she’d told Lisa, she intended to make the most of her wild weekend but by the end, she was going back to the real world. Back to her ordinary life of nine-hour work days and boring evenings spent on her lonesome. Bea knew that it was a price she’d have to pay when the time came. All this pleasure would surely be hard to forget but in time, she knew she’d be able to put these few nights away in her memory box where she’d treasure them forever.

  So for now, she was more than ready to continue making those memories, knowing they’ll be all she’d have to warm the lonely nights ahead…

  Chapter Five

  Ryan was pushing down the other thin, woven strap of her dress, and she shivered at his touch. He was so gentle; it still managed to make her heart race because she knew how easily he could amp things up when he wanted. He seemed to be musing her over her last words.

  “To be honest, sweet Bea…I do have a lot of things in mind. And all of them border on being downright dirty,” he confessed, a dark glint in his eye as he viewed her breasts in their pretty underwear. He traced the edge of lace with his fingertips, still not touching her too intimately. Bea groaned inwardly at the torment. Why didn’t he just grab them? Scoop and squeeze them in his large hands? Pinch them hard and pull on them till they lengthened and thickened?

  “Dirty can be… good,” she told him lightly, biting on her bottom lip sensually as she looked up at him through her lashes. She liked the mood she was in; it wasn’t a role she was used to. She’d never really seduced anyone before but she admitted she liked the way it felt when her words seemed to make his cheeks flush darkly with desire as his nostrils flared suddenly.

  “I agree,” he said, his clipped Scottish husk now hardly recognizable. His hands slid up to her hair, fisting them as he drew her close to pluck at her pouting lips once, twice. And then he drew back, eyes gleaming. “So show me how dirty you can be, baby doll. I want to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, trying to take it as deep as you can.”

  Goodness…yes, Bea thought, instinctively licking her lips at the thought of Ryan’s cock in her mouth. She never forgot that first time when he’d exploded in her mouth. He’d been the first ever guy to do that to her and she still remembered how he’d pulsed strongly within her lips as his semen had flooded her tongue before sliding down her throat.

  Oh yes, she’d take him deep this time, as deep as she dared…

  His hands on her head were guiding her down to her knees. She looked up dreamily into his eyes as her face came level with his tented trousers. Her wide-eyed gaze sought permission to proceed and once she saw his encouraging nod, she felt herself switch into a different mode.

  She’d heard about situations where women finally let out their inner slut. How, at certain points in time, certain females would find it easy to succumb to their deepest, most carnal tendencies. Bea had found herself succumbing to that fabled “inner slut” many times since she’d met Ryan and Jason. She’s succumbed when she’d let them both fuck her that night in their suite; when she’d rode Jason like a cowgirl while she’d made Ryan ejaculate deep inside her mouth. And since then, she’d succumbed to even more fleshly cravings with them both.

  Bea felt like nothing could stop her now.

  Not shifting her gaze from Ryan’s, she began unbuckling his belt. His hands were lightly stroking her hair as he watched her unzip his pants slowly, as if unwrapping a long-awaited present. She pulled down the waistband of his briefs till his rigid staff bobbed out beautifully. My oh my, thought Bea. He looked so swollen and erect that his cock looked almost angry. Swallowing convulsively in utter longing, she put her small hands around the base and guided the bulbous crown to her parted lips. Her tongue reached out first to taste him, to gather up the moisture spilling from his tip. She heard him gasp as she flicked her tongue lollipop-style over the underside of his throbbing helmet.

  He tasted as delicious as ever and she wanted more.

  And he wanted dirty. So she shed every last ounce of shyness and gave in to instinct. Heart pounding, she surrounded his cock with her mouth and bathed him in her moistness and heat. Her lips wrapped tight around his expanding girth and she opened wider to accommodate him. She got him slick with her saliva and with her fingers stroking firmly over him, she used her tongue as naughtily as she could.

  When he groaned and tightened his fingers in her hair, she knew what was coming. She felt the insistent pressure from his hands steering her mouth to become even more adventurous in gulping his meat. As her face bobbed even closer to his groin, Bea felt tears sting her eyes each time his tip hit the back of her throat. He grunted as her muscle gagged around him, causing a rippling sensation he seemed to enjoy. But she could hardly breathe, feeling lightheaded as he filled her mouth and jabbed her windpipe.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he rumbled gently, backing up his hips for a moment while keeping his hands firmly in her hair. She felt him tug on her locks and she looked up into his lust-heavy eyes. “But you need to relax your throat, baby doll. Learn how to take every inch of me.”

  How it was possible for her to get even more aroused was beyond Bea. Her whole body quivered with lustful eagerness for what he expected her to do. First it had been Jason, sticking his fingers up her anal passage to prepare her for the eventuality of taking cock. And now here was Ryan, teaching her how to deep-throat. It appeared her training as their sex doll was in full session.

  And if anything, it made her feel all the sexier, hornier, and even more willing to go all the way, even if for just these stolen hours with them. Reality could wait. Ryan’s cock, his big, beautiful cock, was fucking her mouth in deep, searching strokes and
all felt right with her world.

  Following his instruction, she tried to release the muscles controlling her gag reflex as he pushed his tip steadily past the back of her throat, and then withdrew. In and out, he picked up a rhythm that he made her follow with his fingers using her hair as handlebars. His quickened breath made her feel the sense of urgency more keenly and she moaned, losing herself in the moment. Soon she was using her mouth in a faster back and forth motion, growing more reckless as she allowed more and more of his inches to pump through her gullet. Her hands gripped his thighs and she felt them tighten as he pistoned his hips into her face. He throat-fucked her with a force that had her breathless but he never let her choke, always giving her a moment to catch the needed air. It was marvelous and maddening to have him go so deep in her mouth, mimicking what her pussy was now dripping for him to do likewise.

  “Don’t stop, pet; you’re doing great,” he groaned, his movements almost heedless as he seemed to draw closer to the edge. Bea stared up into his tortured face as her mouth and tongue worked over him, her windpipe as open as it could get with all his eight inches shoving steadily in and out. Soon he began to power into her mouth with an animalistic edge that she loved. But just as she was so sure he’d be erupting into the back of her throat, he popped out with a long growl and a “Fuck!”.

  Bea had to smile at the thought that she’d almost made him lose control, and then she had to gasp as his hands in her hair suddenly dragged her up on her feet. Next thing she knew, he was all but slamming her face down on his desk. Heck yeah. Bent over at the waist, she braced her hands atop the desk as he kicked her feet wide apart. One hand still holding down her head, he pushed up her dress to lie in folds around her waist, exposing her ass and pussy to his gaze.