by Talyn Scott
“That’s a compliment I can’t possibly live up to.” Vania had lived a whirlwind week of highs and lows, mostly lows, but right now… “I’ll admit I’m finally coming up for air. With you two.”
Drake leaned over, brushing his mouth across her rosy nipple, licking and tasting. “Why were you so shocked in the elevator, after hearing exactly what we wanted?”
A shiver moved through her where he nipped and sucked, before rolling his tongue beneath her nipple. “I’m not usually the adventurous type.” Or maybe Matt hadn’t been the adventurous type, except for twenty minutes he’d spent inside Club Saturday’s elevator with her.
Drake pulled away and gave her a promising smile. “Maybe your fantasies are buried.” He toyed with a strand of her hair, brushing it across the damp nipple he’d sucked. “We’ve plenty of time to find out.”
Hopefully, that promise involved something besides elevators.
“What’s that look about?” Evan lifted Vania and settled her on his lap.
“Nothing.” She cupped his shadowed jaw, brushing her thumb over his velvet-smooth mouth. “By firelight, you two look like pirates, black hair, dark scruff, and tanned skin.” She kissed his mouth. “Wicked delicious.”
Drake studied her face. “I told you that I’ve the ability to read people.”
“Okay?”
Evan pulled her tighter to his chest. He licked his finger and dipped it inside the front of her panties, teasing her plump flesh. “What’s your point, Drake?”
“She’s hiding something. I’m thinking it’s naughty.”
Vania’s skin burned, whether it was from embarrassment or Evan’s touch, she couldn’t tell. But she’d always been lousy at lying. “I’m not hiding anything.” She groaned when Evan entered her core with two fingers.
He circled his wrist, making Vania squirm against his hard-on. “Your skin is on fire, started the minute you told that lie.”
“I didn't lie,” she lied.
After disengaging his hand, Evan flipped her gently over his lap. “Tell the truth.”
Drake moved quickly and yanked her panties to her knees, his hot breath caressing her bare ass. “Or you’ll have a choice, a hard spanking.” Suddenly, he smacked her ass, making her yelp. “Or a hard spanking.”
She cursed and laughed. “That’s no choice!”
“This is serious.” Evan took his turn, smacking her behind until her ass burned, but she couldn’t stop laughing.
Then Drake started feasting on her burning globes, licking and nibbling, delivering suckling kisses until he found her crevice. She wiggled, her laughter dying quickly. She tried to get away from his seeking tongue before it slid all the way down. “Oh!”
“Oh,” Evan echoed, drawing in a rough breath. “Tell us what you were thinking, Vania. What’s your secret?”
“No!”
Drake scraped his teeth down the crack of her ass while Evan spread her cheeks. She pushed away, but Evan snagged her waist and held her steadily on his lap.
“You’d better start talking.”
Her panties were torn from her legs. “There’s no secret!”
Drake wrapped his fingers around her knee, spreading Vania open, and pressed his tongue against her sex. He darted it in and out her core with faint, teasing licks.
“Yes, there is.”
Her brain was starting to cloud over with raw sensation. Her core kept grasping at emptiness, trying to pull Drake’s tongue in her body. “No, I swear!”
Evan warned, “You’re awfully close to the sky to be swearing and lying.”
When Evan dipped the tip of his finger in her ass, while Drake sucked the lips of her sex, Vania’s thighs tightened with a nearing climax.
“All this pleasure can be yours, if you tell the truth,” Evan cajoled.
She twisted, trying to get deeper penetration. But all Vania managed to do was work up a sweat. “I swear….”
Tantalizing licks from pussy to ass, and then, “Swear what?”
“I swear it was nothing!”
Evan sighed. “Looks like I’ll have to fuck the truth from you.”
Drake chuckled deviously. He lifted and turned Vania to straddle Evan’s lap.
Evan unzipped his jeans, setting his cock free. It smacked against her, causing his stomach muscles to tense on impact. She touched the tip with her thumb, swirling the clear fluid around silver balls protruding from beneath his crown.
He growled and gripped her waist, lifting her over his straining length. She came down on his cock, while Evan pushed in her, both groaning together.
Drake moved behind her, cupping her throat and turning her face to the side for a deep, suckling kiss. Vania’s nipples tightened painfully as she sucked on Drake’s tongue.
Evan swore under his breath, his cock threading Vania roughly, and then sliding out smoothly. She groaned when he filled her to the brink, twisting his hips to swirl his piercing against her G-spot.
“Evan!” she cried out.
“He’s getting bigger,” Drake whispered in her ear. “As he fucks you, Vania.” He traced his fingers beneath the curves of her breasts, teasing and petting. “You’re turning him inside out.”
“Ah!” She tensed as Drake ran his hand from her breast to the top of her mound, right above her thatch of blonde curls. He bit her earlobe, and then slid his tongue down the side of her throat, all the while his hand combed through her pubic hair.
“You’re… driving me insane.” Her body gripped Evan, her inner muscles rhythmically squeezing. “I want to come!”
Evan’s hips bucked from the chair, his cock slamming higher, touching the entrance to her womb.
“You’re driving deep, Evan, so deep,” Drake whispered as he pulled away from her mound. “Watch her lips stretch around your cock as you grind the root against her clit, she’s straining but taking nearly all of you.”
“I’ll tell,” she gasped. “I swear I’ll tell.” Her hands slammed against Evan’s chest, his muscles bunching on impact. “Just let me come.”
Vania could feel Drake smile against her shoulder as he grabbed her breasts. “Good girl.” He squeezed the tips inside his forefingers and thumbs. “Evan?”
Evan yanked her by the waist, jerking inside her as she slammed down on his cock. The orgasm didn’t hit her at once, but trickled from a series of mini orgasms, as though it were so large that her body couldn’t process the whole damn thing.
As the heat spread through her pussy and down her legs, her entire body started shaking from the force of buildup and subsequent release. “Oh!”
Drake reached down and squeezed her ass. “I love the look of disbelief on Vania’s face when she comes. It’s so innocent hot.”
Evan pulled her to his mouth, kissing her possessively as his dick throbbed inside her, and then filled her hotly with his juice.
“Whoa.” Drake froze.
Evan pulled away from Vania, following Drake’s line of vision. “What?”
“I saw a flash.”
“Hell.” Evan carefully but quickly eased from Vania. He lifted a linen napkin from the table and wiped his load from her sex.
Drake extinguished the fire pit and pulled out his cellphone.
“Duck down,” Evan told Vania, practically crab walking her into the great room. He placed her on the cashmere sofa, fastening his pants as Drake lowered the electric, hurricane shutters behind them.
“What’s going on? Paparazzi?” Vania asked, trying to catch her breath.
“I’ll find out.” Evan gave her a quick kiss and took Drake’s phone. “Try to stay calm.”
Chapter 19
Drake brushed Vania’s hair from her face. “Want a drink? Ice cold mineral water?”
How did he know her throat was dry? Ah, from her screams. “Yes.” She stood on shaky legs, needing to move. “Water sounds nice.”
She walked to the kitchen area, trying not to be self-conscious about her nudity. The man had tongued her ass, so Drake walking behind her s
houldn't be a big deal.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Drake reached for the refrigerator and pulling out sparkling mineral water.
“Yes, you’re an uncanny people reader.”
“Your ass is generous and beautiful.” He stared down at her with those amber eyes lined with dark lashes. “I want it no other way.”
She tiptoed and licked his neck, right where his collar would have been if he still wore his suit. “It’s going to get another way really soon.” Vania accepted the bottle after he opened it for her. “I’ve decided to walk to and from work whenever I can.”
He tilted his head, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking back at her. “If it bothers you so much, why not use our fitness center at the hotel?”
“I’ll work up to that. But for now, fresh air and walking are a decent start.”
“I’m not worried about what’s a decent start or not. So long as you’re happy with your body, I will be as well. Though, again, I like your ass exactly as it is.” He reached around and gave it a squeeze as he kissed her lips. “I’m more concerned,” he said as he pulled away, “about your security.”
“You’ve already threatened Matt’s hands.” She drank deeply, enjoying the cool, tingly bubbles as they moved down her throat. “He’s not coming after me.”
He leaned on the counter, wearing only his suit pants. “Yet you told me you were getting daily flowers.”
“Right.” What was he getting at? “I have three arrangements so far.”
“We didn’t want to pressure you while you were thinking over our relationship proposal. The food was sent because we were worried about your health and your crazy work schedule. Flowers and gifts might’ve pressured you. At least, that’s what we thought.”
He was right. Though gorgeous and fragrant, the flowers were over the top expensive and made her a tad uncomfortable. “So…”
“We didn’t send those flowers.”
A chill crept over Vania, and she brought her arms around her nude body. “Matt didn’t send those flowers, if that’s what you’re saying.”
“How are you so sure?”
“They’re too extravagant.” She started pacing. “Matt only spends that kind of money on himself.”
Drake scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. “I hate to dress you, but you’re trembling.”
“The mineral water made me cold.” Or maybe fear…
“Do you have any idea, then? Someone from the office could be sending the flowers.”
“Except for the top floor, most think I’m engaged.” Vania buried her face in his throat, inhaling his musky clean scent. “My only clue is that the person must be wealthy. Like I said, the arrangements were extravagant.”
He placed her on the bed and started riffling through Evan’s drawers. “Do you recall which florist delivers the arrangements?”
“No, they’re usually waiting at the loft’s door when I get home from work.” She punched her arms through the T-shirt he pulled over her head. “No cards, no anything.”
“We need to figure this out.”
“I don’t want to talk about flowers or the creep outside taking pictures.” She gripped the duvet with her fists. “I want to pretend everything is right on our side of the world for a little while.”
A line formed across his brow.
Even frowning, Drake was sexy.
Vania leaned on her elbows and propped up her knee, spreading her sex a bit. How could she want more after screwing them? Because she couldn’t get enough, that’s why. The least she needed to do was feel up Drake.
She started trailing her finger down her inner thigh to tease him, when he grabbed her hand. “You could easily distract me, but we need to talk about this.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Vania, whoever’s sending those flowers knows you’re living at the loft, not simply working at the firehouse.” Drake kissed her wayward fingertip to soften the blow of temporary rejection. He got on the bed and pulled her beneath the covers with him. “Otherwise, the arrangements would’ve been delivered to the general office, Libby’s office.”
With her ear against his chest, Vania could hear his heart pounding. “One of the hospital volunteers, perhaps?” She placed a kiss in the divot between his firm pecs, fighting not to lick him. “Some are wealthy retirees.” She shrugged. “Maybe one of them is my admirer.”
He looked down his nose at her, his mouth dropping open. “This is serious.”
“I was being serious.”
“I hear that little putdown, too.”
“What putdown?”
“Your thirty-fifth birthday is coming up, Miss Lange, and you’re describing your secret admirer as some shriveling, geriatric fart who hasn’t the balls left even to talk to you.” He crashed his lips to hers for a hot, quick kiss. “You’re a gorgeous woman, smart to boot, who I hunger for hourly. And might I add, I’m younger than you.”
“Settle down.”
Drake found her breast and kneaded softly, before he pulled away too soon. “When you insult you, you insult me.”
She had to think about that one. “Um, I’m sorry?”
Evan walked in, his hair sticking up as though he repeatedly ran his hands through it. “We’ve got nothing.”
Vania looked around the bedroom, which appeared much smaller with the hurricane shutters down. “Is it always like this, with the picture taking and lack of privacy? I mean—I’ve seen groupies and paparazzi after you, but is it a daily occurrence?”
“On the balcony, I didn’t see a camera flash,” Drake clarified. “I spotted the glare of binoculars.”
Vania lifted from Drake’s chest. “Wouldn’t a member of your security team use binoculars?”
“Yes,” Evan said, lifting the arm covered in ink to wrap around her shoulders, “with coated lenses.”
“Hell, even hunters use coated lenses. They’ve not been exclusive to the military for years.” Drake cupped her face, rubbing her temples with his fingertips in the way she’d grown to love. “We’re dealing with an amateur, which, for some reason, I find more disturbing.”
“I can’t believe someone watched me having sex.”
“Watched us.” Evan brought her to his lap, cupping the back of her head with his hand. “We’re up six floors but it’s not high enough to take risks.” He rubbed her scalp with calming fingertips and placed a kiss on her head. “I’m sorry we got carried away. We should have brought you inside.”
Drake filled in Evan on Vania’s recently received flower arrangements.
“I wonder if they’re from the perv downstairs,” Evan speculated. When Vania shivered, he soothed her, “We’ll find out. Just keep us informed of everything off, however small, and don’t argue with the security staff assigned to you.”
Her chest became tight. “Okay.”
Drake moved next to her, cocooning her with Evan. “Having second thoughts? We won’t accept them, so let’s talk it through.”
“No need, I’ll learn to make some adjustments.” She lifted a hand, encompassing the room. “Living in the dark has its advantages. At least the two of you can walk around naked for me, whenever I’m here.”
Evan kissed her nose, while Drake nuzzled her neck. “You’ll have to make more than some adjustments, but Evan and I will make it worth your while.”
“I know your pockets are bottomless, but I don’t want you to make anything worth my while. I want to be with you two. It’s that simple.”
Drake trailed his finger up her thigh. “We can make anything worth your while without spending a dime.” He stopped at the crevice of her thigh and sex, stroking intimately. “We can start showing you how, later tonight.”
“You mean you haven’t already started?” She gasped when he delved inside her pink flesh, which was swollen from Evan taking her.
“Not even close,” Evan murmured. He took her earlobe with his teeth and sucked while Drake’s fingers played. “But first you need to te
ll us something.”
“Oh, yeah?” Vania decided to go boneless; she couldn’t help it.
“You owe us your naughty story.” Drake teased her opening. “You promised.”
“Under duress, you two used my body against me,” she grumbled, yet she’d sworn to tell. “But okay, here it goes.”
Drake’s fingers froze and Evan peered down at her with rapt interest.
“I, uh, used one of the elevators inside this club.” Her heart started pounding, though Vania shouldn’t be ashamed of her sexuality. She would be stupid to think Drake or Evan hadn’t used Club Saturday’s elevators for themselves. Both men, however, appeared to have stopped breathing. “What? It was months ago, when I was with Matt.”
Drake finally said, “We’re not judging you. We’re trying to figure out how Matt got a key. He’s not on our list.”
“You know everyone on your list?”
“After our applicants have gone through the screening process,” Evan explained. “I approve the final cut. Matt’s not, nor has he ever been, on Club Saturday’s exclusive list.”
“Nor is he on any other Easton list,” Drake assured them. “Our security is all over Matt Lambert. The other point is that no member is permitted to loan elevator keys.”
“I guess Matt got around that somehow.” She took a deep breath. “I had a key in hand that night, and Matt met me on the lower level. That means someone gave him the key beforehand.” Vania didn’t like the way they were tensing up. “What?”
“Those elevators are for swingers, not couples.” Evan tucked her hair behind her ears. “I don’t know what Matt pulled, but I need that recording.”
“What recording?”
“Security footage,” Drake explained while Evan made a phone call. “Those elevators are recorded.”
“You’re kidding me.”
Drake shook his head no. “When our relationship is discovered by the public, and that’s inevitable, can you imagine what that footage would do?”
It took her a few tries to speak. “How would anyone put it together?”
“You’d be surprised how lucrative that footage would be for the person who leaked it. A woman attached to Evan or me caught in a compromising position is what the vultures salivate for.”
