Beauty and the Billionaire Brothers

by Elliot, Nicole

  The leather sofas were a soft white and her accent pieces were touched with lacquered bamboo. Sometimes she liked to take off her heels and let her feet linger over the velvety texture of the faux fur rug. Everything about it was lush and elegant. Sophisticated and feminine. It was as if they knew her before she had ever walked through those doors three weeks ago.

  And what had happened to her in those three weeks?

  On her first day, she had walked in with a price tag on her head. She was worth something to her uncle, Wyatt, and Jason. She was defined by their arrangement. Locked into servitude because her uncle was a notoriously shitty businessman. Somehow the anger and resentment had faded.

  She ran her fingers over the books, giving in to the temptation to take off her stilettos. She now basked in an unbelievable office. She had a staff that respected her. She was taking charge and control of a global department. It was hard to stay mad.

  And then there were Wyatt and Jason. Two men she thought she would always hate. But the hate was never there. It never took hold the way she wanted it to. It would have made things easier if she despised them. It would have made more sense if she loathed their good looks and money. Their charm and sex appeal. It would have simplified the feelings swirling through her. It would have quelled the moral crisis she had for wanting a sexual relationship with two men. Hate would have been an easier answer.

  Kayla walked to the built in bar that had been installed in the corner of the bookcase. She even had ready-made Cosmos at her fingertips. She mixed a drink in a crystal martini glass as the sun sank even further behind the skyline. The regret started to sink in. She had waited too long. She should have sought them out today. She should have done whatever it took to tell Wyatt and Jason that the answer was yes.

  They had given her time. They had given her space. And God, they had given her so much pleasure. Promises of epic orgasms and spreading her sexual wings to a place she could only imagine.

  She took a sip of the pink drink. Why in the hell did she hesitate? Why didn’t she tell them last week she wanted them?

  She flopped onto the white couch, tucking her feet under her. Had she just made the biggest mistake of her life? Her eyes closed as she imagined what it could have been like. The office was quiet.

  And then she heard it. The click-click of the private doors opening.

  Kayla’s heart pounded. Her lungs seized with happiness.

  “Hi, love.” Jason smiled.

  “Never thought Friday would get here,” Wyatt stated from the opposite side of the room. Her eyes bounced back and forth between them.

  “You’re here.” She knew she sounded mesmerized.

  Jason laughed. “Where else would we be? It’s Friday.”

  “I believe you owe us an answer on our offer.” Wyatt waggled his eyebrows. “Your week is up and we’ve come for what we hope is an open negotiation.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything to negotiate,” Jason interrupted. He turned to Kayla. “Did you have a good time in that room, love?” Jason asked. Her stomach flipped the way he used the pet name for her.

  She was still breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe they were here. She thought she had lost them both.

  Kayla’s eyes softened. “I did.” She bit her bottom lip, dragging her teeth across it.

  Wyatt’s eyes bore into hers. “This is your chance, Kayla. Do you want what we’re offering you?”

  She hadn’t unfurled from the couch. She was paralyzed with shock. Her spine tingled with anticipation. “When does it start?” she asked.

  “Is that a yes?” Wyatt asked.

  Jason elbowed him in the side. “I think it is. Let her talk.”

  Kayla nodded. “Yes. God yes.”

  She rested her cocktail on the table and hopped from the couch.

  Jason folded his arms around her first. She looked into his eyes as his mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her, holding her up. Wyatt waited for their moment to pass before he walked to her. She turned to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Her body aligned with Wyatt’s as she leaned into his solid chest, welcoming his lips and my tongue.

  Jason laughed. “I think we should take this party back to the penthouse.”

  Kayla looked in his eyes. “Are we doing this tonight?”

  Wyatt smiled at her, brushing her hair from her face. “I think we all know it’s going to take you a little time to adjust. But there are a lot of things we can do.”

  She nodded. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” She looked at Jason. “Either of you.”

  “You can’t, love. The longer we have to wait for that sweet little ass of yours, the better it’s going to be when we finally get it.”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh God.” She went limp in Wyatt’s arms.

  Wyatt squeezed her bottom. “Fuck, Kayla. I want your ass now. There’s no way it could ever disappoint me. You could never do that. We’ll make sure you love it. We’ll worship you, baby. All of you. From your head to your toes to that perfect pussy of yours in the middle. We’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt. You have us both. All the things we can do to your body. Even things you’ve never thought possible.”

  She breathed deeply. “I liked everything you did. All of it,” she whispered. “I thought I waited too long tonight. I thought the offer was gone.” The sadness enveloped her again.

  “Hey, we would never let you slip away from us. Never,” Wyatt reassured her. “I think we would have been willing to extend it even longer if you needed.”

  “Really?” she searched his eyes.

  Jason chuckled. “You don’t know how rare you are. How precious you are to us already. We would have given you ten different offers before we would have walked away.”

  “What if I’m not any good at this? What if I can’t be your girlfriend and yours? I don’t know how to be there for both of you—it’s all so surreal. And that’s on top of the sex, which I haven’t exactly wrapped my mind around how that even works.”

  “It takes time. And we’re in this together. We talk about things. We communicate, love. You have to tell us what you need. And we do the same. You’ll see.”

  There was a question she had been stewing over, but she was afraid to ask. She had to get it out there before this commitment began. She couldn’t enter into something like this. Make herself so completely vulnerable. Give her body in a way she had never considered without knowing if this was going to be safe. She had to be respected. No one had put her first before—if she didn’t, she wasn’t sure anyone would.

  “I’m not sleeping with anyone else,” she sputtered. “Are you?”

  Jason’s eyes widened. Wyatt choked.

  “Well, are you?” she pressed.

  “Kayla, we take this seriously. There are no other women. There will be no other women. Only you,” Wyatt growled.

  “The three of us agree right here. Right now. There’s no one else.” Jason lost his jovial tone.

  Kayla inhaled sharply. It was what she wanted. The promise she needed to hear. “No one else,” she whispered.

  “No one,” Wyatt echoed.

  “This is happening?” Kayla looked between then.

  “It’s happening.” Wyatt tucked a protective hand around her waist.

  Jason put his arm around her shoulder. “Let’s get you home. We have a lot to show you.”

  Wyatt turned off the lights and closed the door to her office.

  This was definitely one weekend they were all taking a little time off.

  15

  Kayla

  Kayla was quiet on the car ride with the brothers. She could only imagine what she had signed on for. It was like she was having an out of body experience. She couldn’t believe she had agreed to this, but she couldn’t imagine not doing it. They had made promises, she needed them to keep.

  They had brought her body to life in a new way. Each one driving bliss out of her core in his own way. It didn’t matter if it was Wyatt or Jason—together they
had touched her like she was a goddess. They wanted her. She had no doubt. And that want made her feel whole. It made her feel like she had a place where she belonged.

  The driver steered them through levels of parking. He stopped in a parking garage at a set of gold elevators. The Wyatt and Jason led her from the chauffeured car and into the elevator.

  “This is where you live?” she spoke quietly.

  “All the way at the top,” Jason responded.

  She was surprised when it deposited them inside the heart of a breath-taking apartment. The Miller-Wentmore penthouse was like the men—it looked like it belonged in an architectural magazine. There were sleek lines and stylish appliances. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was. Did she belong here?

  Wyatt took her coat. “My suites are at this end of the penthouse.” He pointed along a dimly corridor. “And Jason’s are at the other end. But in the middle are yours.”

  “Mine?” She almost choked. “But I just got here.”

  Jason laughed. “Of course. You have your own rooms. Don’t expect to be sleeping alone much, or sleeping at all, but you have your own closets. Bath. It’s a sweet set up.”

  She felt the room start to spin. “Why?”

  Wyatt spun her toward him. “We’re going to take care of you. We don’t take this relationship lightly. You need to know that from the beginning. We have our set of rules, but you get to make some too. And Jason and I will honor them, whatever you need them to be.”

  “I don’t even know what those would be. Where do I start? Do I need rules?”

  Jason came up behind her. She knew she was sandwiched between the two men. She was immediately hot and aroused.

  Jason reached under her skirt, drawing a finger between her legs that landed in the center of her heat. She hissed.

  “Spread your legs,” Wyatt commanded.

  “But—”

  “I said spread your legs.”

  She did as he said and Jason suddenly had deep access to her pussy. He shoved his finger inside her just as Wyatt’s mouth crushed hers with a blinding kiss. Oh shit, the world was upside down. One man was finger fucking her while the other laid a kiss deep on her lips.

  She moaned, tilting her hips.

  “That’s it,” Jason coaxed.

  Wyatt began to strip the shirt from her. Jason pushed her skirt all the way up to her hips, but she didn’t protest. She didn’t care that they had only made it two steps inside the foyer. It was already everything she wanted.

  “Down the hall?” Wyatt motioned to Jason.

  Before she could answer Wyatt scooped her into her arms and carried her to a room. It must be the suite he mentioned. The one that would be hers.

  He laid her on the bed as both men began to strip their clothes. She stared in awe as they got undressed. First their shirts fell to the floor, exposing lean and chiseled chests. When Wyatt’s pants hit the hardwood floors next, her jaw fell open. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock was enormous.

  Jason shoved his pants and boxer briefs in a heap at his ankles. She moaned at the sight of his bulging dick.

  It was the first time she had seen them. They had always given her all the attention, but it was clear now they wanted something in return.

  Wyatt climbed on the bed, fisting his cock. He pushed Kayla backward, brushing his cock over her nipples.

  “What do you say we christen your new room, baby?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yes. God, yes,” she whimpered. She was charged with erotic promise. They were going to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. She didn’t know anything could be like this. The heat of their skin. The look in their eyes.

  And it was all for her. Everything they did was for her.

  “Fuck, you look like an angel,” Jason groaned.

  She didn’t know what was going to happen next, or how to take things to the next level, but she knew she was the student. They would teach her, coach her, show her how to let out her inner hellcat. Wyatt pressed his cock to her lips, and she had her answer.

  “I’m going to fuck these gorgeous lips of yours,” he instructed. “Do you want my cock in your mouth, baby?”

  She nodded, opening her mouth for him. His dick slid into her mouth, silky and hard. He pushed deep in her throat. She loved the feel of him. How powerful and masterful he was sliding over her tongue. His massive cock tasted like clean soap, she couldn’t but suck against it, wanting to taste every, last drop of him.

  As he began to pump in and out she groaned when she felt Jason at her other end. His fingers traced her swollen heat. He dipped a finger in her entrance.

  “She looks good when you fuck her like that,” he said to Wyatt. “How does she feel?”

  Wyatt closed his eyes. His abs were cut and toned. With every thrust into her mouth the angles on his torso became sharper. She wanted to hear his words. To know that he loved what she was doing to him. Her heart fluttered, waiting.

  “She feels perfect,” Wyatt groaned, shoving his cock deeper. “She’s driving me insane.”

  She wanted to respond, but she suddenly felt the head of Jason’s cock slip insider her panties. He rubbed it over her clit. She wanted it. She wanted to be filled at both ends. She jutted her hips forward.

  “These have to go.” He stood back to tug the panties over her thighs. “Damn, you are fucking hot as hell. Every inch of you.”

  He walked forward, pressing his cock to her pussy.

  Wyatt growled, “I want you to fuck her with the plug.” He leaned down twisting her nipples.

  Oh yes. Yes, she wanted the plug. The coldness of the metal sliding into her. The way Jason owned her with it.

  It was exquisite torture—the sensations of sucking Wyatt’s dick, knowing the plug was going to the forbidden zone, and anticipating the feel of Jason’s cock inside her. She could come without them laying another finger on her.

  “Spread your legs,” Jason’s deep voice made her shutter, but she widened her knees, answering his commands..

  “Damn, your pussy is a beautiful as this ass.”

  Wyatt pumped into her. His orgasm was building. She knew it. She reached up to touch the rippled lines of his torso.

  When she wasn’t looking, Jason pushed the plug in that tight ring of muscle. Oh God. It was delicious how it sliced inside her. She arched off the bed trying to get her bearings. Trying to adjust to the amount of pressure, but then he began to move it in and out.

  “She fucking loves it.” Wyatt didn’t take his eyes off her.

  She wanted to scream yes. She did. It was so forbidden. So dirty. So much raw pleasure. But she couldn’t say anything with his glorious cock in her mouth.

  Jason rubbed his cock between her slit, covering his head with her juices. She knew she was beyond any level of wetness she had experienced before. Her body was firing in all directions. “Fuck, love I have to come on your tits. Shit.”

  He fucked her harder with the butt plug. Pushing it farther and pumping it with force. The mangled moans of pleasure were masked when all three of them screamed in unison.

  Wyatt tightened as he emptied his cock inside her. He looked in her eyes as he filled her with his come. She looked down just as Jason pushed the plug deep inside her and fisted his orgasm over her hard nipples.

  “Shit,” he moaned with anguish.

  With the sensations all around her, she lost all control. She squeezed against the device in her ass.

  “Oh Jason. Oh Wyatt.”

  The orgasm strangled her, tearing through her with a rip current so strong she hurled herself forward. Wyatt, pulled her against his chest while Jason pushed her knees wide and sank his tongue in her heat.

  “I can’t.” She shook her head.

  Wyatt kissed her neck. “Fucking feel how good it is. Open your legs, damn it.”

  “Oh God,” she screamed. Her legs fell to the side as Jason lapped at her until the orgasm spilled like a waterfall, cascading down her legs—to her toes.

  She shook violently as t
he tears started to fall. They rolled down her cheeks.

  “Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” Wyatt curled her into his chest.

  Jason climbed on to the bed with them.

  “Kayla, are you ok?”

  She nodded and started to giggle.

  “She’s laughing. That must be a good sign.”

  She peeked up from the strength of Wyatt’s chest. “I think my body exploded in every way possible and that included tears.”

  Both men sighed with relief.

  “Want to scoot down so I can get that plug?” Jason offered. He rolled her to the side, sliding it from her hole. She exhaled now that the tightness was gone.

  She looked at them. “Can we do that again?”

  Wyatt brushed the hair from her face. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “I know it’s going to take time, but I want you both at the same time. I have to have it. I know I do.”

  “Hey, hey. We can slow it down.” Wyatt cupped her cheek. “We’re not going anywhere.”

  Jason’s hand slid along her backside. “How about a hot bath? You’ve been a good girl tonight. You deserve some pampering.”

  “I have?”

  They nodded. “You have no idea, baby.”

  She smiled. Suddenly the world felt right side up.

  16

  Jason

  It had been a long time since he and Wyatt had shared a woman. It couldn’t just be any woman. It had to be the woman. The one who could handle them both. He stared into the tub as it filled with water for Kayla. There was no hesitation now—she was that woman. The one they had taken their time to find.

  Wyatt had gone to the kitchen to get her something to eat while he turned on the hot water and added bubbles.

  She walked into the oversized bathroom, holding a sheet to her chest.

  She tiptoed toward him. His hand immediately wrapped around her waist, dragging her body to his.