by Marie Carnay
“Excellent.” Ms. Hopkins flipped her tablet back open and tapped a few times before holding it out. “If you could just sign here, enter your details, and acknowledge the agreement, then I’ll have our contracting department draw up something more formal.”
Willa took the tablet from her hands and scanned the document. It was a standard agreement of sale between herself and Glitter Gulch Industries. She smiled at the name. “I take it your company is local to Vegas?”
The woman’s smiled faltered. “Why do you ask?”
Willa signed on the line and entered her details before responding. “Because of the name. You know, old downtown was called Glitter Gulch in the forties.”
Ms. Hopkins took the tablet back and closed it. “Are you a history buff?”
“No, a friend told me.”
“Oh, I see. Well, thank you for your time, Ms. Gordon. We’ll be in touch.”
Willa watched the woman walk away before collapsing onto the stool. She’d just agreed to sell her entire inventory. Every single piece. She added up the numbers in her head. It would give her six months worth of a cushion, at least.
She clapped her hands in glee.
“Please tell me you’re that happy to see me and not just the coffee I’m carrying.” Trenton Beauchamp stood beside her table, two coffees in his hands. “I didn’t know whether you took it sweetened, so I brought two.” He raised them up. “Chocolate or plain?”
“Chocolate, please.”
He handed one over and Willa took a sip. “Mmm. Thank you. It’s the perfect reward for an amazing day.”
“Something good happen?”
“Only the best. I made a sale.”
“Congratulations. How many pieces?”
Willa laughed at the absurdity of it. “All of them.”
Trenton raised an eyebrow over his cup. “Someone must really like what you do.”
“I guess so. It’s crazy, really. This woman just came up to me and asked if I’d be willing to sell everything just out of the blue, no negotiations or anything.” Willa’s head was still spinning with the insanity of it all.
“We should celebrate.”
“What?”
“Your good fortune. We should celebrate right now.”
She glanced around her. “I can’t. I’m in the middle of the trade show and there’s still hours left and—”
Trenton raised a hand. “But you just said you’ve sold everything. What’s the point of staying?”
Willa sipped the mocha and thought it through. “You have a point.” With a glance around at her display she made up her mind. “I’ll have to secure the table, but it shouldn’t take more than an hour. After that, I’m free.”
Trenton’s eyes caught the light. “How about I help and cut that time in half?”
Willa grinned. “You’re on.”
TRENTON
Buying Willa’s collection had been the smartest move Trenton had made in months. With the trade show out of the way and Willa no longer worried about her struggling business, they could concentrate on what really mattered: getting to know each other.
Hank wouldn’t like it, Trenton knew, but that’s why he kept his brother out of it. Dawn had played the perfect role as jewelry buyer and by the time his brother found out the truth, the deal would be done. In a matter of days, Willa’s jewelry would be in all of their company-owned jewelry stores.
It wasn’t like he was lying—they really would buy all of her jewelry and sell it. Her pieces were fantastic. Willa not only had an eye for how to flatter women’s bodies, but according to the salespeople he talked to, she even had a handle on the hot trends for the year. Trenton could honestly say putting her jewelry in their stores was a smart business move, with or without their burgeoning relationship.
Willa smiled at him as the elevator doors opened for their floor and he followed her down the hall. God, he loved the way her ass rolled up and down as she walked and how the tight knit of her dress clung to all the right places. He couldn’t wait to get her alone and strip off that cable knit and feast his eyes on her curvy body.
His dick twitched at the thought. Down boy. If he played his cards right, Willa might even cancel her trip home and agree to stay in Vegas. Without the pressure of immediate cash flow concerns, she could extend her vacation, permanently.
Trenton knew it was a risk, but fortunes weren’t made in Vegas by taking the timed road. They were made through gambling and chance.
Love could happen the same way.
Willa stuck her keycard in the hotel room door and Trenton pushed it open for her. She wheeled her cart inside and dropped her keys on the entertainment center. “It’s not much, but it’s got a nice view.”
Trenton smiled. “Yes, it does.”
“The curtains are closed, you can’t see—”
His hands cut off her reply. “I don’t need to see outside to know the view is priceless.” He hiked up the bottom of her dress before palming the arcs of her hips. “I could stare at your body all night, Willa. You’re gorgeous.”
“I didn’t mean me.”
Trenton slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her thong, his fingers sinking lower and lower toward the v between her legs. His lips eased along her ear. “Then show me.”
“Maybe later.”
“No. I want to see.” Wrapping one arm around her middle, Trenton guided them both to the windows. He yanked the curtains open and all of Vegas spread out before them. “Look at all those people out there. Walking around, staring up at the hotel. How about we give them a show?”
“I don’t think—”
“That’s right, don’t.” Trenton shoved his hand between her legs and the slick warmth of her need brought a smile to his lips. “You’re desperate for me already.”
“Trenton, I… ohhhh…” Willa’s protests faded into moans as Trenton found her clit, flicking the little nub with his fingers before dipping down to coat his fingers in her juices. Another rub and Willa moaned again. “Don’t stop.”
Her hands landed hard on the glass of the window and Trenton tugged her underwear to the floor. As she kicked it off, he nudged her legs apart, wider and wider until his whole hand fit against her pussy. So wet, so fast. He worked her into a frenzy, his fingers pumping inside her tight channel before sneaking up to stroke her clit.
She came in a rush, wetness soaking his hand with every spasm of her release. He couldn’t wait to take her right there against the window, everyone outside be damned.
As he tugged on his belt, Willa turned around. “Let me.” She stared up at him, brown eyes huge and dilated, fingers still shaking from aftershocks of pleasure. Her fingers slipped beneath his clothes and Trenton hissed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
Once, twice, Willa pumped, drawing his dick out from his pants before shoving the wool to the floor. She ran her tongue over her lip before sliding to the floor. “It’s only fair I return the favor.”
“You don’t have—”
The first lap of her tongue over his tip and Trenton’s protest vanished. Willa smiled as she took him inside her mouth, tongue running down the length of him, lips hugging tight to his shaft. Damn.
Up and down, fast then slow, she worked into a rhythm, the spit-soaked rush of her mouth and hand shoving Trenton toward an orgasm in record time. He reached for her, weaving his hand through the thicket of her golden hair, guiding her down the length of his shaft.
God, if she kept it up, he’d give her anything she asked for. A store dedicated to just her creations, more gold and silver than she could ever hope to hammer, diamonds to fill her jewelry-making trays. He shook as she took him deeper, his cock bumping against the back of her throat again and again.
Reaching out, Trenton palmed the window as his orgasm took over. He groaned his release, pumping deep into Willa’s throat as he came.
The sound of applause hit his ears as his consciousness returned. “Bravo, little brother. I’m impressed you held on that long.”
Trenton
staggered back, his dick still oozing cum from its tip. “Hank? What are you doing here?”
His brother pushed himself off the wall where he’d been leaning and strode into the room. “Watching Willa give some serious head.”
Trenton turned to her as she stood up, wobbling in her heels.
“I hope you’re not mad.” She bit her lip and glanced at them both. “I gave Hank a key.”
Chapter 11
WILLA
“You gave him a key?” Trenton’s question and the look of shock on his face made Willa wince.
“That is what she said.” Hank stepped forward, all masculine bravado and ego. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Trenton glowered at his brother, the tension in the room thick and palpable. Willa exhaled. This was why a threesome could never work. Two men fighting over her like some trophy to win. She was flattered, of course, but drama was the last thing Willa wanted in her personal life. She’d had enough with her ex.
Willa held up her hands. “Guys, please.” She turned to Trenton. “It’s not what you think. We went out last night and things got heavy and we…” Pausing, she glanced at Hank. “We ended up back here. I gave Hank a key when he left. I never meant to exclude you.”
“Seems neither one of us could stay away from you.” Hank slipped off his jacket and tossed it on the chair.
Willa hesitated. Were they just going to ignore the unresolved issue? Sweep it under the rug? She’d done that for months with Mark, continuing on with her jewelry while he told her to quit it. All it did was delay the inevitable. “I don’t want to come between you.”
Trenton startled her with a touch of his hand on her cheek. “Maybe that’s exactly where we want you to be.”
With a grin he stepped back, shrugging out of his jacket before yanking his shirt up over his head. He stripped off the rest of his clothes in efficient grace.
Willa couldn’t help but gawk. The man could have been sculpted out of stone, all honed muscle and sleek lines. His abs had more peaks and valleys than a ridged potato chip. And his cock… Willa wet her lips.
The ghost of a vibration still echoed through her lips from making him come. God, she loved the taste of him, all clean skin and salty tang. Trenton’s fingers wrapped around his own shaft and Willa snapped her gaze up to meet his. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for round two.”
He stroked his cock, up and down and Willa fought the urge to take over.
“But, I thought—”
“I never said it bothers me that Hank is here. I’m a grown man, Willa. I can share.” He reached for her, dragging her body so close, she crashed against his chest, hard and unyielding.
Willa stared into his eyes, the pupils almost eclipsing the brown. “The pair of you are too much.”
“In a good way, right?” Hank slid up behind her, nose nuzzling her hair off her neck to kiss behind her ear.
Oh, my. Willa tilted her head to give him access and Hank kissed a trail to her collarbone. “At the moment? So very good.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
Before she could say another word, Trenton untied the front of her dress. The knit slid open and Willa shivered.
“You won’t be cold much longer.” Hank eased the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. The warmth of his bare chest against her back made her smile.
“You’re naked.”
“You should be.” He unhooked her bra with a flick of his fingers and Trenton pulled it free.
“God, you have glorious tits.” Trenton palmed her breasts, bouncing them in his hands as he marveled.
“A perfect ass, too.” Hank gave her left cheek a smack.
Willa reached up, dragging Hank’s head down for a sideways kiss. She didn’t know if the Beauchamp brothers could be more than a fling, but she was done worrying about it. Vegas had been the chance to start over, to reboot life and remember what it meant to be confident and sexy.
Trenton and Hank had already given her that in spades. It was time she returned the favor. Her jewelry sales were through the roof, the trade show now irrelevant, and Willa had five more days in Vegas. Time to make the most of it.
Fling or not, she was going to enjoy the ride. She spun around in Hank’s grip, her hands running up and down the wide swath of his chest. Where Trenton was trim and defined, Hank was broad and thick.
His cock dug into her belly as she held him close, the heft of it hot against her skin. God, how she wanted them both. Trenton ran his fingers up the backs of her thighs and over the curves of her ass.
Was it possible to fall for two men at the same time? Could they really all find a way to make this work? Hank leaned down to capture her lips and Willa stopped questioning anything. The Beauchamp brothers felt right.
Four hands roaming over the surface of her skin. Two pairs of lips kissing away her doubts. Two cocks ready to sink inside her. A shock of wetness between her legs echoed her own dirty thoughts. They both wanted her? They could have her.
No waiting turns, no delayed gratification. Willa grabbed Hank by the hips and shoved her ass back toward Trenton. “No more foreplay.” She ran her tongue in a circle around the tip of Hank’s cock. “I’m ready.”
“For what?”
She craned her neck to catch Trenton’s eye. “For you to fuck me.”
TRENTON
This woman is too much. Trenton massaged Willa’s ample backside as she took his brother’s cock deep inside her mouth. From the way she cut through their spat with just a word to the way she shimmied her hips and begged him to take her, Willa had Trenton tied up in a million knots.
He leaned close, his nose in her hair, to breathe in the smell of shampoo: citrus and vanilla and hint of just Willa. One breath was like the strongest hit, the deepest inhale. Trenton buzzed with the high of her body and sex. He ran his fingers through her blonde tresses, turning the strands around in his hands as she bobbed up and down.
The sound of her slick lips smacking and her tongue slurping up and down Hank’s shaft had Trenton’s cock throbbing in need. Fuck. He could do this a million different ways and it would be new every time.
Willa was all he could see when he closed his eyes. All he could hear when he drifted off to sleep. All he wanted to reach out and touch at three in the morning.
Every waking minute he wanted to be with her. To learn how she drank her coffee and what she liked to do when no one was around. Did she leave her clothes all over her bedroom floor or did they land in the hamper every time? Did she tear open her mail or find a letter opener and attack it with precision?
Mundane or critical, it didn’t matter; Trenton wanted to learn it all and never leave her orbit.
He donned a condom before crowding in behind her, his cock slipping between her legs to run along her swollen folds.
That’s it. Angling her hips, Trenton thrust, filling her up in a single stroke. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by Hank’s cock, but the shudder of her slick heat around his shaft told Trenton all he needed to know.
Fingers digging into the soft flesh of her sides, Trenton rocked forward and back in shallow thrusts, building up speed and momentum as Willa worked his brother’s shaft. Hank groaned and Trenton took Willa deeper, shoving her mouth down the length on Hank’s cock until she’d taken him all.
Mouth and pussy stuffed to the brim with Beauchamp brother, Willa didn’t complain. She came. Body clenching tight, milking Trenton with rhythmic pulses as she groaned around Hank’s shaft.
Even if he’d wanted to, Trenton couldn’t hold on. Not with the sight of Willa trapped between him and his brother, shivering as pleasure flooded her cells. He came with a grunt, filling the condom and shutting his eyes to savor the moment.
Her ass flush against his hips. Her moans and the heady smell of sex filling the room. They were so good together. All three of them.
HANK
Jesus. Willa pulled off his cock with a wet smack, a ribbon of spit still connec
ting her lips and his shaft.
Her hands landed hard on his chest and Hank staggered back until his legs bumped the edge of the mattress and he sat down. Willa eyed him like a starving cougar coming in for the kill, ruthless and desperate.
Trenton tossed him a condom and he caught it, unrolling it as Willa climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his thighs, pussy hovering an eager inch above his fingers. Her lips were wet with her own spit and as she kissed him, he guided her down onto his cock.
The sweet feel of her body taking him in made him grit his teeth to hold on. Willa deserved better than that. He leaned back, arms bracing his upper body as she grabbed him by the waist, holding on as she rode him like a cowgirl.
Up and down, again and again, her thick ass bounced against his thighs, her breasts heaving up and down, nipples bobbing in the air and driving him wild.
Willa threw her head back, crying out as Trenton’s hand’s appeared, snaking up to fondle the nipples Hank couldn’t help but stare at. His brother worked her hard, pinching and pulling and rolling the pink nubs in between his fingers as Willa picked up sped.
Harder and harder she bounced, driving Hank toward the inevitable, toward his own moment of release. Trenton glanced up, eyes still hooded from his own orgasm, and met Hank’s stare. They didn’t need to talk. Both brothers felt it.
Willa wasn’t just a fling. She wasn’t some girl to pass the time with for a few days and then say goodbye. She was the real fucking deal. A royal flush in a poker match. Twenty-one at the blackjack table.
Hank wanted her like this every single night. Wrapped up in their arms, taking him over the edge as his brother worked her body.
Trenton reached down, fingers thick between her folds. One stroke against her clit and Willa came, body seizing up, nails digging into Hank’s sides. With a pump of his hips, Hank came with her, spilling into the condom before falling back on the mattress in a sweat-soaked heap.
