by Livia Grant
She finally found her voice. "Th…thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't helped me."
"Yeah, well Roberta will kick our ass if she finds out we threw punches. Let's keep that our secret, okay?" Green-eyes smiled a devastatingly playful grin.
Emma must have hit her head harder than she thought. "Who is Roberta?"
"Our agent and manager."
Still nothing.
Brown-eyes answered as he felt her bump. "We're models here in Europe for a series of shoots. We're on our way to Paris for the last one and we wouldn't hear the end of it if we'd got our asses kicked two days before reporting to set."
So they were models.
"What's your name?" Brown-eyes probed.
"Why?"
"Because we loved how you dealt with that bitch friend of yours yesterday at the Marriott."
"You saw that?" Emma's voice squeaked with surprise.
"Yeah, just like we know you were watching as we gave those bitches we were with the boot."
The dark-haired guy took charge, the playful grin gone. "Still waiting for your name."
It was a demand. "Emma."
"Well, Emma. Let's get you on your feet. They moved our train to another track so we'd better get a move on."
"What do you mean our train?" How did they know where she was going?
"You're going to Paris, right?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Then let's go."
She felt a surge of bravery. "Wait. You have to tell me your names, too."
"I'm Jaxson and this is Chase. Now let's go."
They pulled her to her feet and even grabbed her heavy backpack for her. She could have walked on her own, but there was no way she was going to tell them since they had each grabbed her arms and were helping her back through the growing crowds.
She didn’t miss the jealous glances in her direction from almost every woman they passed. She assumed the men were heading towards the proper platform, but in that moment, she didn't care. She was too busy enjoying their proximity.
A train was pulling into the station when they arrived at the appointed track. The men didn't let go of her the entire ten minutes they waited for arriving passengers to disembark. A charged energy fell over the linked threesome as they waited. She felt it odd they wouldn't try to distance themselves from her, the plump grad student from Wisconsin. All she could think about was how she had to be ruining their GQ reputation.
When passengers were finally allowed to begin loading, she pressed forward into the crowd along with the men, until they moved to pass the closest coach car. Emma dug in her heels to try to stop them. "I have a coach ticket. I need to board there."
"You shouldn't be alone in case you have a concussion. We have a private car with plenty of room. You should ride with us. You’ll be more comfortable and we’d like to keep an eye on you.” Jaxson’s deep voice melted over her, drawing her in.
Emma was in shock. While on one level she was thrilled to spend more time with the two hottest men on the planet, something wasn't sitting right with her. Why would they want to spend time with her when they could snap their fingers and have any woman within fifty yards?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I can’t afford an upgrade.” She shuffled self-consciously.
They had already moved past the pressing crowd, merging with a smaller, more selective clientele heading to the first class cars. Emma pulled at Jaxson’s arm, once again trying to slow their forward progress until the men stopped, pulling her aside to let others pass.
Before she knew what was happening, Emma felt her back pressed against the concrete pillar while the men moved closer. Jaxson leaned in intimately so he could be heard over the commotion of the station. He towered over her, bending to put his face inches from hers. The protective look in his green-eyes took her breath away.
“Now, Emma. We know you don’t speak French, are short on cash and are in need of an escort to get you safely to Paris. More importantly, you need to be monitored to make sure you don’t have a concussion. We have the space and would be honored if you’d let us take care of you for the next few hours.”
“You? Honored? Hours?” Her voice quavered.
Just great. They’d reduced her to single word sophomoric responses. As she weighed her options, she let her eyes wander to the huge advertising posters lining the nearby station wall. Her heart lurched as she recognized the two men currently brushing her arm intimately as the same two models at the center of the upscale men’s fashion spread.
When Jaxson reached for her hand, twining his fingers through her own intimately to lead her towards the waiting first-class car, Emma had a premonition she might have averted one dangerous situation, only to land herself in even more trouble.
Chapter 3
When they'd said they had a private car, she'd assumed they meant a small private berth, but they were ushered to a suite, which took up close to a whole car. She hadn’t even suspected such luxurious accommodations existed on the train.
A personal butler was waiting, having already prepared the room for their arrival. The decor was a rich, dark mahogany with a deep red carpet. Her heart rate spiked as she took in the queen-sized bed filling one wall. There was also a small dining table, which sat four in front of the wall of windows. A tray of meats and cheeses was already laid out waiting for them. The wall opposite the bed had a large flat screen TV in the center and was surrounded by shelves holding books, games, DVD's and expensive looking knick-knacks. A long couch faced the TV, dividing the space and a small door to the left probably led to a private bathroom.
Once again, Jaxson took the lead. "We'd like a bottle of your best champagne brought in along with a carafe of orange juice and a fruit tray."
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." The butler left in a hurry to do his bidding.
Emma wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself, but Chase solved the problem by leading her by her elbow to the bed. "You should lay down for a bit to make sure you don't get a headache from the bump you got."
The feminist in her wanted to tell the men she could take care of herself, but in all honesty, it felt wonderful to be taken care of just this once. He helped her lay back on the pillows. She only protested when he reached to slip off her sandals and start rubbing her feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you relax."
"What if I don't want to relax?"
His eyes snapped up to hers, a sexy grin on his face. "Of course you want to relax, Emma. Let me help you."
He stated it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The funny thing was, him massaging her feet did help her loosen up, something she never thought she'd do in the presence of the two models.
As she lay there watching Jaxson and Chase in the opulent space, Emma had a distinct feeling she'd left reality and had been thrown into an alternate universe. That had to be the only explanation for how she found herself here with these two extraordinary men.
The threesome said little while they waited for the butler to return. Jaxson busied himself rummaging through his suitcase near the closet while Chase helped her to unwind with his magic fingers. Only after the butler had laid out the food and drinks and had been dismissed by Jaxson, did the atmosphere change.
It started with Jaxson following the uniformed man to the door and distinctly locking it behind him. The click of the lock got her pulse thumping. The look on Jaxson's face as he turned to watch her and Chase would have knocked her on her ass had she been standing.
She watched silently as he opened the bottle of champagne. The sharp pop of the cork startled her. The room was so quiet; she could make out the sound of the bubbles as Jaxson poured three flutes to the three-quarters mark before reaching for the OJ and filling them to make mimosas. His eyes bored into her as he approached the bed where she and Chase lounged, the drinks in tow. He held a glass out silently to her, nodding for her to reach out and take it.
Emma noticed Chase
did Jaxson's silent bidding, sitting up to take his own drink. Jaxson finally spoke, raising his glass in a toast. "To new friends."
Both men drank, but Emma sat frozen, her back against the pillows stacked along the headboard. "You aren't drinking, Emma. Don't you like meeting new friends?" Jax stared as he waited for her answer. She'd never met someone this intense before.
"Is that what we are? Friends?" Where did that question come from?
Jax finally cracked a small smile, "Of course we're friends. Don't think we invite everyone we meet into our private car."
"I'm not complaining, mind you, but why did you do that, exactly?"
Jax's green eyes twinkled with a mischief she hadn't seen there before. "I don't think she trusts us, Chase. What do you think?"
She tore her gaze from Jax to see Chase grinning at her. Her skin felt on fire where his left hand was now caressing her left ankle, moving slowly higher under her jeans to her calf as he lifted his glass with his other hand to his lips to sip the drink before answering. "I think you're right, Jax. What a shame, too. We are very trustworthy kinda guys." The heated look on his face told her they were anything but.
Despite the alarm bells going off in her head, Emma was filled with a foreign desire to live dangerously. Yesterday she'd concluded she needed to start taking more risks. It wasn't every day she had a chance to make friends with two hot models.
"Trustworthy, you say. I'd have to say so far, that might be true considering you saved me from the goons in the station and have helped me recover from their attack. Still... you haven't mentioned what you expect in return for your kindness."
Jaxson answered with an exaggerated tone, which told her he was playing with her. "I resent that. We want to help out a beautiful woman and get accused of wanting something in return."
Emma's self-doubt ran deep. The words spilled out of her mouth without even thinking, "Ha! Now I know you are liars. I'm not beautiful. At least not like those two models you were with yesterday at the hotel. I'm fat and plain and..."
He moved so swiftly she barely had time to understand what was happening. She felt Chase's hand squeezing her ankle as if to hold her still while Jax put his drink down on the bedside table before leaning in close. His hands brushed her body sending an electric shock through her, as she smelled his minty breath as he chastised her. All traces of his smile were gone, replaced by a scowl.
"That will be the last time you call yourself fat... or plain... Do you hear me?"
Her heart pounded in her chest by the serious anger she saw flashing in his eyes. "Why are you so angry? I'm only saying the truth."
Emma truly didn't understand the rules of the game the men seemed to be playing. They sat in silence for a full minute, the atmosphere growing more awkward by the second. By the time Jaxson spoke, she knew whatever came out of his mouth would be the truth. She saw him struggling to find his words.
"You honestly don't see it, do you?"
"See what?"
"How beautiful you are."
She snickered, yet a small part of her obsessed over how awesome it would be to have those words be true. "Listen, you guys are nice, but you don't have to keep lying."
She was on her feet in a flash, pulled there by Jaxson before he led her to the full-length mirror on the sliding closet door. Jax was a full foot taller than her. Their gaze met in the mirror as he held her still in front of him with his hands on her hips.
"Do you want to know what I see, Emma?" He didn't wait for her reply.
His right hand stroked her long, thick brunette hair, weaving his fingers through what she considered her best physical attribute. Surprise arced through her when he yanked it, pulling her head back and exposing her creamy neck to the man who suddenly looked like a predator. "This is extraordinary hair, Emma. It makes me want to run my fingers through it and use it as a handle while I fuck you from behind."
His shocking words branded her, but he wasn't done. His left hand moved to cup her double D breast, drawing a groan from her when he pinched her nipple, helping it to protrude obscenely through her thin top. "Did you see the pathetic breasts the bitch I was with yesterday had? They didn't even fill half my hand. I could spend hours tying up and playing with your tits, baby. Skinny girls don't have what you have."
It was a toss up whether her heart or brain was racing faster at Jaxson’s unexpected statement. Could he be telling the truth that he not only overlooked her less than perfect body, but actually valued it?
Chase had joined them at the mirror and spoke next. "It's your lips I can't stop thinking about. You have the most beautiful, full lips. I would give anything to have you on your knees in front of me, looking up from below while you wrapped those pretty, perfect lips around my cock."
Jaxson had to see the surprise in her reflection because he jumped in again. "You're a natural beauty, Emma. You don't need tons of makeup and designer clothes to hide behind. But, it was your gorgeous eyes that attracted me to you first. They are the most unique shade of violet. In our business, everyone lies. I've learned how to read people through their eyes to try to pick out the bullshit. Your eyes are a mirror into your soul, Emma.”
She braved speaking for the first time, "And what do my eyes say to you?" Her voice quavered. She wasn't sure what she was hoping for.
His mischievous grin was back. "They tell me you want to believe me. I see your intelligence... your honesty... your desire to be the one in the limelight for once instead of the one sitting on the sidelines."
That hit a bit too close to home for Emma. How could this man possibly know how she had been feeling since coming to Europe? Jax's gaze flashed with satisfaction. "I have your attention now, don't I little girl?"
It was as if he had a playbook to her heart. Emma was consumed with a desire she hadn't felt before. It went deeper than sexual need. Stronger than physical desires. More powerful than mere mental images. The urge felt as if it came from her very core – a base, human level she was incapable of resisting. The only word she could think of in the moment was submission.
It was absurd. She barely knew these men. She didn't know where they were from or how old they were. She didn't even know their last names. They could be serial killers or rapists for all she knew, but in that moment, she had fallen under their spell. She'd blame it on them drugging her, but she hadn't taken her first sip of mimosa yet.
She felt the train lurching forward, leaving the safety of the station. The parallel to the moment happening in the luxury cabin was ironic. As they picked up speed, so did her heart rate. With each block they traveled away from the station, Emma felt herself moving away from her comfort zone.
Jaxson broke the silence. "Six hours. We'll be pulling into Paris in six short hours." His hands were back on her hips, his chin above her right shoulder so he could lean in to whisper seductively into her ear. "I want you to turn yourself over to Chase and me until we pull into Paris. I promise you, Emma; you won't regret it."
She already knew she would be saying yes to whatever it was they were offering; yet she felt the need to at least ask. "What does that mean? Turn myself over to you?"
It was Chase who spoke, moving in front of her to sandwich her between the two men. He pressed close enough until she felt the warmth of both men as Chase cupped her face, holding her firmly to ensure he had her full attention. "Exactly as it sounds. Jaxson and I have particular activities we enjoy participating in together. We've learned we both enjoy these activities best when shared with others. Unfortunately, we trust few people to join in our fun."
"You trust me?"
"We do."
"What if I decide I don't approve of your... activities?"
Jax wasn't playing fair. His lips had attached to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. He nipped her playfully while trailing nibbling kisses down her shoulder before lifting his head and speaking softly into her ear.
"I guarantee you'll love every single thing we do to you, Emma, but regardless, all you need to d
o is safeword and we'll stop."
She'd read her share of racy romance novels. She might live the life of a straight-laced prude, but she masturbated to the fodder her favorite erotic romances offered. Not even in her wildest dreams did she think she'd ever be in a situation where a safeword would be required.
"Do you know what a safeword..."
She cut him off. "Puppy."
"Excuse me?"
"I always thought puppy would make an appropriate safeword." She tried to hide her smile.
Both men chuckled, and Chase responded. "I see you've given this some thought. That's a good sign. Puppy it is."
The tension in the air shifted with the last short sentence, as if the negotiations were over. Consent had been provided. Emma's heart pounded with anticipation. She didn't have to wait long.
Jax's voice gave Chase direction. "Let's get her naked."
Six hours, Emma. Let go and enjoy these six short hours.
Chapter 4
The next few minutes passed in slow motion. Emma tried to stay in the moment, but it was difficult when her mind kept screaming the logical reasons why what she was doing was risky – why she should run from the room, never to look back. She had no intention of listening to those voices. She didn't feel in danger. She felt alive.
She stood limp and loose, letting four large hands roam across her skin unchecked. Caresses, pinches, kisses and a few small slaps trailed across her body as each stitch of clothing was slowly peeled from her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to absorb each touch. It felt as if her pilot light had been lit and the men were slowly stoking her fire hotter with each nip and groan. She lost herself to the physical rapture of being the center of their talented attention.
She stood naked before them, putting off opening her eyes because she knew it would make her feel self-conscious. Jax hugged her from behind, allowing his large hands to roam, pinching her breasts until her tits protruded and giving Chase the perfect place to latch onto. He wasn't gentle as he pulled her left nipple into his warm mouth, sucking hard as if he might extract mother's milk that wasn't there. His hands massaged her heavy breasts while Jax moved lower.
