Cole slung his arm around Abby’s shoulder. “She has an exclusive with HiTech Global I’m afraid. You can understand though why we wouldn’t to let her get away, can’t you?”
He felt the softness of Abby’s eyes land on him.
Andy backed up. “Of course.” He pressed his lips together. “Well, if you get out of that contract, Abby, give me a call.” He pushed a business card in her hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Gallagher. I appreciate it.”
He walked away and Cole pressed a kiss to Abby’s temple. “Was he bothering you?”
She laughed. “No. Boring me, yes. Bothering me, no. Were you worried?”
Cole felt his chest tighten. Maybe this was what jealousy felt like. He’d never had it with Deacon, but seeing how Andy looked at her. How his eyes took in her legs and breasts, did something to him. He had an urge to punch the man who was about as interesting as a bologna sandwich.
“Never worried. Protective is all.”
“I think I like you being protective,” she whispered.
Cole looked around the room. Deacon was still talking to the media. He would keep them entertained for a while.
“Come with me.” He tugged Abby toward him, taking her behind the stage.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Yes. Very.” He crushed his lips into hers. “You’re all I can think about.” He came up for air. His hands tangled through her long hair. “I want to be inside you again, Abby.”
He reached for the buckle on his pants.
She nodded, eager for the same thing. She reached toward his zipper, letting her palm slide over the full length of his shaft. He groaned, stepping backward. He needed to find a place more private for them.
There was a stage closet he spotted from the corner of his eye.
He staggered, dragging Abby with him. She pumped her fist over his cock, drawing it to its thickest width.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Everything you do…”
“What?” she whispered.
He shoved his pants to the floor.
“Makes me want to bury myself in your ass. So deep, baby.”
She whimpered. “Now?”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
She sought his lips again, throwing her arms around his neck. His hand roamed over her back, trailing between her legs. He grinned. She wasn’t wearing her panties.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her around his waist. Cole didn’t wait, he pushed her onto his cock. Abby reared back, sinking onto him.
“Oh shit,” she hissed. “You’re so big, Cole.”
He knew she was probably sore after last night, but he needed to be inside her. She felt fucking incredible how she gripped his dick with her strong pussy walls.
“Oh yeah.” His fingers dug into her waist.
She held his shoulders, gripping so she didn’t slide from his hips. He pumped into her. Only two more thrusts and he felt his spine tighten with an explosive pinch before he erupted inside her. He slammed his hand against the wall, fucking her with all the strength he had left.
Her lips were soft and sweet on his mouth. She panted as he brought her feet to the floor.
“I feel drunk,” she murmured, falling into the wall.
Cole leaned against the opposite side of the closet. He closed his eyes. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had such a high. The press conference and now this.”
She laughed. “Maybe it’s a good thing we’re leaving Vegas tomorrow.”
He pulled his pants to his waist and fastened his belt.
“I have everything I came here to get,” he admitted.
Her eyes rose to his. “Did you come here to get me?”
“Abby.” He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. He felt his belly warm with a new fire for her. He knew he could take her again and again. It may never end how much he wanted to satisfy her. “I’ve wanted you since the day you were thrown in front of Deac and me. We both have. If it took this trip to help you see how much we were meant to be together, then I’m not ashamed to say yes. I came here to get you. I came here to win you over every possible way I could. With lingerie. With champagne. With complete adoration.” He pushed his thumb to her lips as her tongue flicked over it.
He groaned. “What matters is we’re going home with you.”
She nodded. “You are.”
He pulled her into his arms. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
28
Deacon
He pulled a clean shirt from the closet. He remembered Abby mention she liked how he looked in crisp white. He threw it on, realizing he had never once cared how he dressed for a woman.
Cole had agreed to push back the flight so Deacon could take Abby to the Bellagio exhibit. It was a date. Not something he was known for doing for a woman. The last time he tried to impress a girl was in high school. And yes, this was backward. He had already fucked her.
He didn’t care. He was ready to show her there were more sides of him. They both had a love for art. It was something they shared. And today he had a special surprise for her.
He walked out of his suite. Cole was on the couch with his laptop.
“We’re headed out, man,” he reported.
Cole looked up for a second. “Ok. I’ll have the valet take everything to the lobby and get the bags to the jet. Take your time at the exhibit. I have work to do.”
“Any word on Soar?” he asked. Last night they had spent their time in Abby’s bed, fucking each other senseless. He hadn’t read yesterday’s headlines.
“It’s all good. We have five million in donations.”
Deacon’s eyes widened. “Fuck. That’s insane.”
“It is.”
He heard her voice before he saw her. “Did you say five million in donations?” Abby walked into the room wearing a white sundress. Her breasts looked lush and ripe. His cock twitched.
“That’s right.” Cole grinned. “Soar is kicking ass and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.”
She walked toward them. Deacon held his hand out for her.
“Ready for the exhibit?”
She nodded. “I can’t wait to see it. Cole, are you sure you don’t want to go?”
“Yeah, that’s your thing. I have plenty to do. When you get back I’ll take a break.”
Abby twisted her lips together. Deacon knew she was still struggling with how to spend her time between them. She was great when the three of them were together, but the one-on-one time was harder to navigate. He knew it would get easier.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.”
She pulled her purse on her shoulder and they left the Rapture Resort for the Bellagio.
“I have a surprise for you.” Deacon held the door open for Abby as they walked into the lavish hotel.
“Is there an addition to the collection?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Guess again.”
“Do we have a tour with the museum curator?”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not really my style.”
“Then what is it?”
He guided her through the hotel and toward the museum. “What if I told you I rented out the museum for the afternoon? It’s ours.”
“What?” Her eyes lit with amazement. He loved all the shades of green when she was happy.
“Just for you. You can take your time and look at every single painting with no one looking over your shoulder. No one rushing you on to the next work. It’s all yours.”
“This is too much. You didn’t have to do that, Deac.”
He nodded at the guard who unlocked the exhibit for them.
“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.”
“It’s extravagant. I’m fine looking at the paintings like everyone else. It’s what I’m used to.” She hesitated at the entrance.
“Abby, enjoy it. This is our day together. Don’t worry about the money. It’s not like I robbed the museum.” He winked.
She giggled involuntarily.
“Ok. Fine. I’ll enjoy all the priceless works of art if you insist.”
“I do.”
The guard nodded, leaving them alone inside the recesses of the museum. Deacon wound his fingers through Abby’s and led her through the first row of paintings. They examined each one, discussing the lines and the colors. Abby told him what she liked and what she would have used instead, or remarked on how she wished she had come up with a particular color combination.
They strolled, taking in each canvas. Walking through the hushed halls.
Abby sat in front of one of the ballerina paintings.
“I think this is my favorite,” she whispered. “She’s sad, but I see the control and strength she has.”
Deacon sat next to her. He inhaled the shampoo from her hair as he brushed the strands away from her shoulder. He planted a kiss on her neck.
“I don’t think she looks sad,” he commented. “I think she looks serious.”
Abby shook her head. “No, she’s sad. Trapped almost.”
He tilted her chin toward him, grazing his lips against her mouth. She tasted like the sweetest honey, especially when he was between her legs.
“Do you still feel trapped?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “You freed me.”
He pressed his lips harder to hers, threading his tongue along hers. Twisting and licking. Sucking at her lips.
“You freed yourself, Abby.”
He moved around to the front of the bench, kneeling between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Going to make you come in front of this painting. You did say it’s your favorite.” He lowered her to the bench.
“But there are cameras everywhere,” she protested, pointing to the corners of the room.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
He ran a palm over the center of her feet, groaning when he felt the wet silkiness of her panties. He tucked a finger under the edge and massaged, nudging her clit until it was hard and peaked.
“Oh, Deac.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
Her sundress splayed around her as he lowered his face between her legs. She was sexy and ripe for him. He pushed her leg up, sliding her panties out fo the way as his tongue lapped at her folds.
She writhed on the bench. He swirled his tongue before dipping it inside her pussy. It was his slice of heaven. He fucking loved sucking her clit and pussy. She was so ready for it. Hot and eager. Her hips grinding with hunger for it. He pulsed his tongue inside her as she began to lose control.
He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts. She was slowly losing control. So was he. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. They were surrounded by some of the most amazing art in the world and the most stunning work was in his arms.
“Oh Deac, I want you. Please.” She lifted her head, locking her sultry gaze on him.
Deacon rose, shedding his pants. He shoved the boxer briefs to the museum floor as he stepped toward her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in.
His bulging cock nestled at her entrance. He loved her pussy. For a second he waited, knowing the next sensation that would hit him would send him to heaven.
“Fuck,” he growled, sinking himself inside her. Sliding deep and slow, filling her with everything he had.
He began to pump in and out as she panted and rocked into him.
She trembled with sudden bursts as she began to come apart in his arms. It only made him want to bury himself in her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her as if these were his last breaths. His last seconds on Earth. He shot his release in her walls, coating her with his essence.
“Oh, Deacon.” She arched off the bench, absorbing everything he gave her.
“Fuck, Abby.” He pumped inside her until he had no energy. Until he collapsed on her chest.
“Oh my God. We just had sex in front of one of the most famous paintings in the world,” she gasped.
“Yes, we did. Want to try another?” He tried to catch his breath.
She giggled. “Do we have any lines we don’t cross?”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll cross any line you ask me to cross.”
He sat back, and helped her to an upright position.
“Deacon, can I ask you something seriously?” She looked up at him.
“What is it?” He retrieved his pants from the floor. He felt as if he had taken a five-hour nap. He was completely sated and relaxed.
“We’re going back to Chicago in a couple of hours. Then what?”
He fastened his belt. “What do you mean?”
“I finished the project for Soar. I fulfilled Vegas. What happens when we get back?”
He wasn’t the one who usually had the serious conversations. He left the heavy shit to Cole. He was better at it anyway. It was one reason they worked so well together as a team.
“I hope you’re asking me if you can move into the bedroom between Cole’s and mine.”
She smiled shyly. “Can I?”
“I don’t want you to move out, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I don’t want to either. I never want to go back to the Mantelli compound. But I can stand on my own. I need you and Cole to know that.”
“Hey.” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “We know exactly how strong you are. We want you to live with us. To work with us. I think you should head Soar from now on.”
“What?”
He nodded. “Soar should be yours. It’s our baby together. Cole and I can’t trust it with anyone else.”
“Deac, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, sweetheart. Say you’ll stay. Say you are ours.”
She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek. “Yes.” She kissed him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
29
Cole
There hadn’t been anytime during the Vegas trip to talk about Deacon’s deal with Cal Mantelli. But they were on the plane headed back to Chicago. Abby was asleep on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. She looked like a beautiful angel. The sunlight fell across her cheek.
He poked Deacon. “Hey, I think we need to talk about Cal.”
He motioned to the back of the jet. There was a private suite they never used. They crammed work into every waking hour. There was no time for sleep on flights.
“Come on.”
Deacon followed him back. They closed the door.
“What’s going on?” Deac asked.
“What are you going to do about Mantelli?”
“What do you mean? You know where things are with Abby.”
Cole huffed. “He needs to know he can’t have Abby back. He can never have her back. I don’t give a shit about how you collect your gambling debts owed to you, but we need to take her out of the equation the minute we land in Chicago.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
“Wait, what?” He was stunned. He looked at his friend. “You aren’t going to argue with me?”
“No way. I’m fucking insane about her. I know you are too. He isn’t getting anywhere near her again.”
Cole sat on the bed. “Wow. So, it’s actually happened?”
“What?”
“You’re in love, man.”
Deacon rolled his eyes. “Let’s not make a big fucking deal out of it, ok? Yes, I love her. How could I not? You do.”
Cole laughed. “Yeah, but I’m not the one who keeps my emotions locked in a prison. Mine are a lot more obvious.”
“I’ve been trying to think of a way to talk to Mantelli without tipping my hand. I don’t want her near that family of hers. She doesn’t want to go back. As far as I’m concerned she never has to.”
“Agreed.” Cole rubbed the back of his head. “We should ask her how she wants us to handle it. She’s been through a lot.”
“I want to protect her from all of it.”
“Me too, man. Me too.”
They looked up when they heard a knock on the door. Abby stood in front
of them.
“You’re awake.” Cole smiled.
“I didn’t know where you guys were. It was lonely in the cabin.”
“Come here.” He opened his arms and she walked into them. Deacon rose to close the door. He turned the lock. “Everything ok?” he asked her.
She nodded. “I was dreaming about both of you.”
“Tell me it was something fucking hot,” Deacon prodded.
“Very.” She giggled.
Cole groaned. He had work to do. He usually booked every minute of his day, maximizing his time. Flight time was when he read reports and returned emails. The Vegas trip had piled up his workload.
But Abby was in front of him, talking about a hot dream she had. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had to admit, holding her made everything else seem second place.
Deacon looked at him. “Door is locked and the flight crew knows better than to come back here.”
Abby’s eyes lit. “Can we?”
He crushed his lips against hers, drawing a sweet moan from her throat.
Deacon was behind her, pulling the shirt from her limbs. Cole fell backward on the bed, hugging Abby to his chest, while Deacon worked the jeans from her legs.
Her breasts bobbed in front of him. He pushed the lace away, exposing her nipple. He took it in his mouth, needing to feel it perk under his tongue.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. Her hips rolled with every flick of his tongue.
Deacon threw his shirt on the floor and dropped his pants. Cole wanted her too. He wondered for a split second if they were starting to see whose cock could reach her first. He lifted his hips, shoving his pants off.
Abby threw her head back. It had only been a few days, but she was already so good at giving. Her blowjobs were out of this world. And there was no way to describe just how tight and hot her pussy was. Cole couldn’t wait to take her virgin ass. If she were ready, he would christen it now on this flight home. It would be the perfect way to end a trip that had changed all of their lives.
She started to slide backward over his body, trailing kisses along the lines of his abs. She grinned when she reached his navel. He watched in awe as she reached the floor and wiggled her hips backward toward Deacon. Fuck. She was amazing. She leaned forward taking Cole’s cock in her hands. Her tongue trailed along the throbbing vein and up the other side.
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