by Desiree Holt
She giggled. “That won’t be difficult. You’ve already done that.”
“But we want to make sure you know this is more than sex,” Scott persisted. “Way more. We know it after just one night and we hope you do too.”
Eric took the mug she was holding and crouched down beside her.
“The sex was better than great, sweet cheeks, but you have so much more to give and we want it. All of it.”
“Let her get up,” Scott prompted, “and we can show her. Come on, Lauren. Get dressed. I’d tell Eric to spank you for dragging your heels but you’d enjoy it too much.”
Both men laughed.
“All right, all right. I’m coming. Do I need to wear anything special?”
Eric shook his head. “Just enough to cover you so we don’t stop every five minutes to fuck you.”
After a hasty shower she found a pair of jeans and a soft cotton blouse, pulled her hair into a ponytail and shoved her feet into sandals. As she walked through the house she noticed every vestige of the previous night had been cleaned up. The house was immaculate.
She’d never heard of one-night stands doing that before. But maybe—she hoped again—this really would be more than just the one night.
The twins waited for her by the front door.
“All set?” Eric asked.
“Let’s go.” She grinned at both of them as they ushered her out.
They took Scott’s custom truck since it had more room than Eric’s little sports car and they could all three sit in the front seat. It was the wildest ride she’d ever had. Eric laid his arm across her shoulder so his fingers rested on her breast and they were barely out of the driveway before he had her jeans unzipped and his other hand inside her panties.
“Hey, no fair,” Scott told him as he navigated the traffic. As soon as he turned onto a side street he held the wheel with his left hand while his right joined his brother’s.
Lauren squirmed to give them better access. Scott idly played with her clit, stroking it and teasing it, while Eric slipped two fingers into her vagina. She tried to hold herself still and not respond only it was practically impossible.
“I love the feel of your wet cunt, sweet cheeks,” Eric whispered in her ear. “Almost, but not quite, as much as I love your ass.”
“That’s why we work so well together.” Scott grinned. “I can take care of your sweet pussy while my brother pays attention to your ass. See how well that works out?”
She would have answered them but the movement of their fingers was driving her crazy and she was trying to hold on to some semblance of control. As the walls of her cunt began to quiver she realized it was a losing battle and wrapped her arms around herself, digging her nails into her upper arms.
“I do believe you’re gonna come, sweet cheeks.” Eric’s mouth was against her ear, his tongue tracing the delicate lines of it. “Go on. Let it happen.”
And just like that it did. She came with a violence she wouldn’t have thought possible. Her cream coated their hands, her vagina clenched around them and her body shook as she rode their fingers.
“God, you are the sweetest thing in the world.” Scott gripped the steering wheel, obviously trying to concentrate on his driving. “I could play with you forever.”
If not forever, at least a few more nights?
Finally her breathing slowed and she leaned back against the seat. Scott removed his hand but Eric kept his in place, stroking her clit to keep her in a constant state of arousal.
She could hardly pay attention to where they were going. She had just had an orgasm riding through the streets of the city. She had let these men bring her to climax just like that. To make it worse, the orgasm had only made her more aroused.
Maybe I’m turning into a sex maniac.
Eventually, as she pulled herself together to some degree, she noticed they were in a hilly neighborhood of large homes with manicured lawns and winding streets, and frowned.
“What are we doing here?”
“You’ll see,” they said in chorus.
At last Scott pulled into the driveway of a large brick house set way back from the street.
Eric removed his hand from Lauren’s jeans, zipped them up and kissed her forehead. “We’re here.”
“Whose house is this?” She slid from the truck, conscious that her panties were soaked and the scent of her arousal hung in the air. They had to notice it. Great. Probably the people who lived here would too. “Are we visiting someone?”
“You’ll find out in a minute,” Eric told her. He pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the front door.
Lauren gasped at the interior. Light poured down onto hardwood floors from large picture windows and skylights in the cathedral ceiling. Off to the left was a sunken living room with minimal furniture in it and beyond that an empty dining room. The kitchen was a cook’s dream, with every kind of appliance and solid granite counters. What she wouldn’t give to live in a place like this.
The graceful curved stairway led to a room at the end of an open walkway. Scott threw open the door and gestured her inside.
Her eyes widened. She was sure a family of six could sleep in the enormous bed. Against one wall was a complex entertainment system and a small table and chair satin the curve of a bay window. Enormous walk-in closets and a bathroom fit for a king completed the suite.
“Do you like this house?” Scott sounded anxious.
“Like it?” She turned in a circle, arms outstretched. “Who wouldn’t? What’s not to like? I love it.” She frowned, confused. “But I don’t understand. Who lives here?”
“We do,” Scott told her.
“We bought it about a month ago,” Eric explained. “Scott’s been renting his house, just like you have. Now that I want to make this city my home base, it’s too small for both of us. We had money to invest and this was a good choice.”
“Yes. It is.” Except…why had they brought her here? “What does that have to do with me?”
They exchanged looks.
“We’re not doing this very well,” Scott told Eric. “Lauren. We’re trying to tell you we’re really solid citizens. Although you have a great career and do very well yourself, we’re in a good position to take care of you.”
“We talked about it last night.” Eric picked up the thread. “And again this morning.”
“Because we always do the threesome thing,” Scott added, “and it’s hard to know who will or won’t be turned off by it. Marcia’s little request answered our prayers.”
“We wanted you before this,” Eric went on. “Last night made us realize we want you for more than one night. We want you to live with us, be part of us”
She stared at them. They both wore identical looks of expectation on their faces.
“You mean, live here with you permanently?” She gestured toward the bed. “Sleep with both of you? Make a life for the three of us?”
“We’ll be very good to you,” Scott promised. “You’ll never be sorry if you say yes.”
Her heart beat so fast she thought it would burst from her chest. All her adult life she’d been looking for something that she could be a part of. The men she’d met were either arrogant assholes or ineffective clods. And none of them had given her sexual satisfaction even close to what she had found last night. Now Scott and Eric wanted her! How lucky could one woman be? Only a fool would say no.
“Yes.” She threw her arms wide. “Yes, yes, yes. Definitely yes.”
“All right,” Scott shouted as he picked her up and swung her around.
Eric moved closer and took her mouth in a deep kiss. “You’ll never regret it. That’s my promise.”
“I think we ought to seal the deal by christening the bed, don’t you?” Scott grinned.
“Absolutely,” his brother agreed. “It’s got fresh sheets on it and everything.”
They pulled off Lauren’s shoes and stood her on the bed. With slow, deliberate movements they unbuttoned her blouse and moved her
arms out of the sleeves. Her bra was next and they couldn’t resist sucking on her nipples. She felt her pulse beat again deep inside.
Together they unzipped her jeans and helped her out of them, then her panties.
“She’s still hot,” Eric observed, his eyes burning.
“Let’s check,” his brother said.
They nudged her legs apart and Scott cupped her naked cunt, sliding two fingers inside her and rubbing them against her inner walls.
He nodded. “Soaked. I can’t wait to see it again.”
Pressing her down on the bed, they both shucked their clothes, then spread her legs wide, staring at the wet pink flesh exposed to them.
“Gorgeous,” Scott said, stroking her slit.
“Beautiful,” Eric agreed, slipping his fingers inside her and drawing them out covered with her juices.
Lauren lay there listening to her heart race as they played with her pussy, fucking her with their fingers, pulling at her outer lips and taking turns nibbling on her clit. She could already feel the orgasm building inside her
Scott finally pulled back. “Her pussy’s starting to ripple. If we do this any longer she’ll come again before we’re ready.”
“You’re right,” Eric agreed. “Let’s turn her over so I can taste her delectable ass.”
With a few deft motions they had her on her hands and knees. Scott squeezed the cheeks of her ass reassuringly as he opened them. Then she felt Eric’s tongue lapping her from one opening to the other and back again, and she had to bite her lip hard to keep from exploding.
He inserted three fingers into her and scooped out more cream. “She’s ready,” he told his brother, smearing the juice onto her asshole and plunging his fingers inside.
Scott stretched out full length on the bed, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. Just as she’d done the night before, she slid herself down onto his rigid cock. Then she leaned forward so Eric could slip his latex-covered cock into her bottom. Scott began stroking her clit, not hard, just enough to send shocks of electricity through her. Her pussy clenched tighter around him.
“Happy birthday, Lauren,” he said in a hoarse voice. “And you are definitely the sweetest thing ever to come into our lives.”
“Yeah,” Eric added. “Here’s the rest of your present.”
Once again they began the rhythm they knew so well and as the two cocks plundered her, driving her to new heights of ecstasy, Lauren had one last coherent thought.
Wait until I tell Marcia how well her surprise turned out.
Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:
Corporate Heat: Where Danger Hides
Desiree Holt
Excerpt
Chapter One
Hell and damnation.
Taylor Scott never swore, but after this week—this day—she’d acquired a number of words not previously found in her vocabulary.
She hitched her five-foot-four-with-heels body onto one of the two vacant barstools. Turning sideways, she looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar. She saw a tumble of auburn hair and emerald-green eyes. The conservative navy suit and silk blouse looked only slightly the worse for wear after the day’s confrontation. The heavy gold hoops in her ears shone even in the subdued light the cocktail lounge afforded.
Not bad, she thought, critically assessing herself. Not a showstopper. Breasts too small, hips too wide, thighs a little plumper than she’d like. But she made the best use of her assets. Certainly not someone to get tossed out into the street, so to speak.
She wasn’t much of a bar sitter—not even a bar visitor, truth to tell—and she’d really wanted one of the small tables, only they were all full. But she needed a drink, something to make her forget the fact that in the short span of seven days she’d learned her entire life had been a lie. The letter from her grandmother was folded in the pocket of her jacket, a slim sheet of stationery filled with words that had destroyed everything she’d believed about her life up until now.
“What can I get for you, miss?”
Taylor snapped her head up. The bartender had placed a cocktail napkin on the bar in front of her. Now he waited patiently for her, this stocky blond with eyes that said he’d seen and heard it all and an expectant look on his face. What did one drink to get drunk? Her experience was limited to a small selection of good wines and Bloody Marys at Sunday brunches. Wait. The partners in the investment firm where she worked always drank Jack Daniel’s at corporate functions. Black, whatever that meant. She guessed it was as good a choice as any.
“Jack Daniel’s Black, please.” She tried to sound authoritative.
“Rocks or neat?”
She frowned. Why does ordering a drink have to be so complicated? “Oh, um, rocks, please.”
She was hyperaware of her surroundings. The walls of the bar were a rich, polished oak as was the paneling of the bar itself. The tables were oak planking, with chairs covered in soft-looking leather. The lighting, discreetly recessed, gave patrons the illusion of a cloak of darkness. Soft music drifted into the air from hidden speakers, an effective sound screen for couples with their heads inclined toward each other in an intimate fashion.
“Your drink, ma’am.”
The bartender placed a glass filled with deep amber liquid and ice cubes on the tiny square of napkin and set a glass of water next to it.
“In case you wanted a chaser.” He gave her a half-grin.
She picked up the glass with both hands and took a healthy swallow. The first splash of the liquor on her tongue was a sharp bite of smoky flavor, a burning sensation she was unprepared for that brought tears to her eyes and made her cough.
“I wouldn’t chug that like lemonade if I were you. Here.”
The voice was so deep and rich it sent fingers of heat skittering along her spine and tiny pulses throbbing at the heart of her sex. A strong masculine hand held out a snow-white handkerchief which she grabbed without thinking. She blotted her eyes then picked up her glass of water and drained half of it. Then she looked up to see who’d come to her rescue.
Predator. That was the first word that came to mind. An unfamiliar thrill of forbidden temptation shot through her body at the sight of the man sitting at an angle to her right. Broad shoulders and hands with long, slim fingers. A face full of sharp planes and angles with a straight nose and sensuous lips but a totally unreadable look. Eyes blacker than coal under lashes thicker than hers. Black hair worn long and tied back with a thin strip of leather.
There was something feral about him. Wild. Untamed. Dangerous. Powerful energy radiated from him and battered against her body, all of it barely tamed beneath the civilized cloak of a custom-tailored suit and silk dress shirt. An unbidden image flashed in her mind of him naked, his dark hair loose, the muscles of his bronzed body rippling in the sunshine. A panther, that was what he reminded her of. And for a brief moment she wanted to lose herself in the jungle.
He raised an eyebrow. “Panther? Is that a code word?”
Oh, God, did I say that out loud? “Pay no attention to anything that comes out of my mouth tonight.” Heat crept up her cheeks. “My mind isn’t functioning properly.”
His eyes burned into her and she shivered. Good sense told her to get as far away from this stranger as possible before she found herself in a situation beyond her control. Her lovers had been pitifully few and disappointing and none had made her blood heat and moisture pool between her legs the way one look from this stranger did. She wondered what it would be like to have hot, sweaty sex with him. Muscles deep in her body contracted.
She almost laughed. Her grandparents would turn over in their graves if they knew such a thought had even entered her mind. Good. They deserve a little grave-spinning after what they did to me.
Taylor knew she should finish her drink, go to her room and try not to think about how her life had been blown to little pieces. Or about today’s humiliating episode. But resentment had been boiling inside her for a week and what had hap
pened today had set a match to all that growing bitterness. The ruthless discipline she’d allowed to be imposed on her all her life had all been for nothing. For a lie.
When the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate had handed her the letter detailing the monstrous charade she’d been living, she’d received the shock of her life. Nothing had been the way she’d thought. She wasn’t even Taylor Scott, really. At this point she didn’t even know just who the hell she was. But she did know who she didn’t want to be.
Maybe now it was time for her to find out what life had to offer. To taste the forbidden fruit she’d always denied herself.
She handed back the fine cotton handkerchief, noticing his strong, lean fingers as she did so. The brief contact sent heat rocketing through her. “Thank you. I, um, swallowed a little more than I intended.”
He nodded toward her glass. “You need to sip that stuff slowly, not throw it down. Good whiskey is meant to be savored.”
“I know that.” She straightened her back and tossed her hair. “You think I don’t know how to drink good whiskey?”
She thought a smile ghosted across his mouth, but the hint of it disappeared at once.
“I think your drinking habits are your own business. I was just offering a little friendly advice.” He nodded at the bartender and lifted his glass.
“Well, you can keep the advice but thank you for the use of your handkerchief. I’m fine now.” Liar!
“Good. Happy to be of help.”
Taylor finished the rest of her drink in small swallows and tried to ignore the man next to her. The liquor traced fire through her blood but left untouched the cold spot sitting inside her like a block of ice. She raised her hand and motioned to the bartender.
“Sure you want another one of those?” The deep voice spiked another flash of heat.
“Yes. I’m sure. And thanks for your concern, but I don’t need someone to monitor my drinks.”
