Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set

by Opal Carew

  Dane ran his hands through her hair, pulling out the last of the pins and tossing them aside. Her blonde locks fell free, covering her shoulders.

  “There.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck before lowering himself to her breasts. “Always liked you with your hair down.”

  Blake murmured his agreement as he dragged a finger down the back of her right leg.

  Emily started to say something but the words fell away as Dane’s mouth latched onto her left breast, sucking and teasing her nipple with his tongue. His hands held her in place as she arched back, rising up on the balls of her feet.

  “Thank you,” Blake whispered as he drew his hands along her inner folds, already slick with her need. “Makes it easier for me.”

  Before she could say anything he slipped a single finger inside her, his other hand coming around to press against her torso and hold her in place.

  Emily rolled her head back as the dual sensations met and crashed against each other, Dane’s soft but determined assault in counterpoint to Blake’s gentle and persistent strokes.

  He added a second finger as Dane squeezed her other breast with one hand, teasing her erect nipple. A few seconds later he switched sides, delivering the same intimate tongue treatment.

  Blake kissed her left thigh, then the right, nipping with his teeth as he added a second finger to the mix, stretching her out. His slow and steady strokes had her already charging toward the edge, her breathing dissolving into short pants of desire.

  Her hands landed on Dane’s shoulders, kneading the strong muscles.

  Then . . . it stopped.

  Blake stood up behind her. “No rush.” The sound of another zipper coming undone reached her ears, and she tried to catch her breath.

  Something nudged the base of her spine and she let out a laugh, knowing what it was.

  Dane lifted his mouth free with a loud pop. “She’s laughing.”

  “I know.” Blake replied with a light smack to her ass, the sting mixing in with the pleasure. “Disrespectful.”

  Dane urged her down onto her knees with a tug at her waist. “Punishment needed.”

  Emily licked her lips, suddenly finding herself at eye level with Dane’s crotch. The bulge in the black pants showed his enthusiasm, as if she didn’t know it already.

  She reached out and tapped the belt buckle. “Guess I should apologize.”

  The sudden intake of breath told her all she needed to know.

  She slowly undid the black leather belt, drawing it through the loops before tossing it to the side where her dress and underwear now lay, courtesy of Blake.

  Dane mumbled something as she flipped the button open and drew the zipper down, mimicking the same slow pace Blake had taken with her dress and his own pants.

  The low growl behind her told her the tactic was working.

  A few seconds later she had Dane’s cock out of his briefs, aroused and ready to go, the familiar scent mingling with the hydrangeas around them. His hips automatically thrust toward her as she stroked him from root to tip, savoring his body’s reaction to her touch.

  Without any warning she drew him into her mouth, pulling him deep as she caressed his balls, thrilling to the shudders racking his body as he fought for control.

  “Fuck,” Blake said behind her, the hoarse curse stroking her ego.

  Dane’s hands landed in her hair, his manicured nails digging into her scalp as she continued her actions, adding in a swirl of her tongue around the tip to increase the intimate torture she was inflicting on him.

  “Hold. On.” Dane grunted. “Please.”

  He pulled free only long enough to fall backward onto the tuxedo jacket, gasping for air. A second later he sat up long enough to grab her shoulders and pull her forward onto him, his cock bobbing free in the night air.

  Emily licked her lips as she lifted herself up on her hands and knees, ready to take him in her mouth again.

  “That works for me,” Blake said, his hands landing on her hips. She felt the ground behind her shift and knew he was steadying himself on his knees in the grass.

  Before she could say anything he was inside her, filling her up completely. The first stroke almost sent her over the edge, the second softer and gentler, as if he knew she was close.

  “Don’t distract her too much.” Dane tugged on her hair, bringing her attention back to his cock. She bent down and pulled him in again, reveling in the way his hips rose off the ground with every delicious swipe of her tongue.

  Behind her Blake let out a low growl as he increased his strokes, the hungry animal sound helping her surge dangerously close to coming.

  She was melting, but in a good way.

  The best way.

  Chapter Six

  Dane had spent years making love to Emily. Some of them planned getaways in luxurious hotel suites, some of them spontaneous, like earlier that day in the salon.

  They’d done it in the hot tub, in the snow. On the floor of an expensive hotel room, writhing on the shag carpet, and up against a wooden door in a cabin high in the mountains, splinters digging into both their backs as they switched places.

  This beat all of them.

  He groaned again as she drew him deep into her mouth, the pressure building inside. One of his hands tangled in her loose hair, twisting knots in the long silky strands. The other dug into the grass beside them, ripping divots free with every deep-throated pull of her lips.

  She let out a moan around his cock as Blake drove into her again, alternating his strokes between forceful, possessive thrusts sending her sliding along the slick fabric of the tuxedo jacket and long, leisurely ones that had her wriggling her hips for more.

  Emily’s fingers dug into Dane’s thighs and he knew she was close, knew she was about to come.

  As he was.

  But it was too late for him to say or do anything but give into her demands.

  Dane threw his head back and roared as he came, pumping erratically into her mouth as he spent himself.

  Exhausted, he stared up at the night sky, his pulse pounding in his ears. Dane carefully uncurled his fingers from where they dug into the grass and dirt.

  He looked down to see Emily’s lips pressed against his inner thigh as she struggled for breath, her hair draped over his bare skin. He stroked her hair as she groaned, her eyes tightly closed and he knew she was now able to totally focus on the man behind her, the one delivering pleasure to the woman he loved.

  Who they both loved.

  Dane steadied himself, taking hold of Emily to keep her still. His fingers, covered in dirt and grass, dug into her forearms and held her in place as Blake increased his strokes.

  Blake let out a low long grunt as he rolled his hips one last time and slammed into her with three, fast thrusts.

  Emily shuddered as she pressed her lips to Dane’s skin, letting out a low rising scream as the orgasm flashed through her.

  Blake was right behind her, his head thrown back with neck muscles taut as he groaned into the night. One hand pressed into the small of her back as the other gripped her hip, holding her in place as he finished.

  Finished, he carefully withdrew and rolled to the side, lining up beside Dane naked in the grass.

  “Well,” Blake said between long, deep-drawn breaths. “That’s a fine start.”

  Dane chuckled, still trying to find the strength to speak. He continued to stroke Emily’s hair as she slumped against his legs, now stretched out past the jacket and on the cool grass.

  Somewhere Blake found the energy to pull Emily up between them. She let out a loud sigh and snuggled into their warmth, arms spread over both chests and her lips pressed against Dane’s shoulder.

  They lay in silence for a full two minutes, listening to the burbling brook.

  “How could we have given this up?” he whispered to the universe.

  “We didn’t,” Dane replied. “We made a bad decision.” He ran his hand along Emily’s bare back. “We made her choose.”

 
Blake rubbed his eyes. “Man, we were idiots.”

  “No,” Emily said in a soft whisper. “We were young and afraid and scared about what we had with each other.” She looked at each man in turn and smiled. “We’re only human.”

  They fell silent, enjoying the simple sensation of being with each other.

  Blake let out a rolling sigh, feeling the need to say something. “Damn. I might have broken something.”

  Dane grunted. “I’m sure I did.”

  “I didn’t.” Emily said. She rolled over, still wedged between them, and stared into the night sky. “I think I might have discovered heaven.”

  “‘Might’?” Dane turned his head over and caught Blake’s eye. “I’m disappointed in you.”

  “And I in you,” the reply came. “Figured you’d have some stamina after all that bragging.”

  Blake chuckled, the friendly banter coming as easily as if they’d never stopped being friends. “Says the lacrosse jock.” He reached over and slapped Dane’s face playfully. “So if you want to talk about disappointment . . . “

  “Hey.” Dane arched an eyebrow. “I almost went professional. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I . . .” He paused, eyes widening.

  Blake looked down to see Emily stroking Dane back to full arousal, a smirk on her face.

  “I didn’t come here to listen to the two of you compare your sports abilities.” She reached out and took hold of Blake’s cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.

  Blake let out a cough as his hips bucked upward, his erection filling her hand as he responded to her touch. “Woman’s pretty demanding.”

  “Yep.” Dane agreed. “Hasn’t changed a bit.”

  Blake reached down and took hold of her wrist, gently pulling her hand free. “Guess we need to take control of the situation.” He grinned as he reached up and pinned her arm to the grass over her head. “If you don’t mind.”

  Dane did the same with her other arm, relinquishing control to Blake, who now held both slender wrists in his firm grip. “She’s still a handful and a half.”

  “Good thing I’m here,” Blake deadpanned. “Otherwise what would you do?”

  “This.” Dane shucked off his pants and rolled atop her with a wide grin. “Been a while since we played like this.” He looked at Blake. “Hold tight. She’s a fighter.”

  “I knew that already,” Blake shot back.

  Emily tugged, unable to break Blake’s hold on her wrists. She licked her lips, a sweet smile setting fire to the desire inside Blake’s heart.

  Blake leaned down and kissed her hard, possessively, with one hand on her breast playing with her sensitive nipple. He dragged his thumb across the peak, urging a soft cry immediately swallowed up in their kiss.

  Dane slid down her body, nibbling and kissing as she writhed under the two men’s focused attention, unable to react. Her hips shifted back and forth, the tuxedo jacket partially shielding her from the damp ground.

  He rose to his knees, nudging her legs apart.

  Blake felt Emily struggle to pull her hands free, to do something to control the situation, but he was having none of it. Instead he kissed her again, harder as he held her still.

  Dane reached under and gripped her ass before lifting her up and slowly, slowly entering her.

  Emily moaned into Blake’s mouth, struggling against his grip. He pulled his mouth away as she wrapped her legs around Dane’s waist.

  Her high heels dug into his back, sliding along the toned muscles in an attempt to pull him to her.

  Dane chuckled as she wriggled again, urging him on. Her legs were tight around his waist, her hips rising and falling with each stroke.

  Blake drew a wet trail with his tongue down to one breast and latched onto the nipple. He sucked greedily on it, increasing her frenzied squirming.

  Dane braced his arms on each side of her, his lazy thrusts beginning to pick up speed.

  “Damn it,” Emily rasped. “Let me go.”

  Blake lifted his head and grinned as she struggled against them, trying to take some sort of control back.

  “Oh, no.” He looked down at her as Dane grunted his agreement. “You started this. Now you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” He kissed her hard, seeing the sparkle in her eyes. “Every little bit of them.”

  Emily laughed. “You’ll be the death of me.”

  “I hope not,” Dane’s strained voice reached their ears. “Because I don’t want to live without either of you now.”

  Blake slid his free hand down between their sweat-slicked bodies, finding her inner folds with ease.

  A little to the left . . .

  Emily’s eyes went wide and she gasped, her movements becoming even more frantic as she reacted to the multiple stimulations.

  “Come for me,” Blake begged as Dane moaned and increased his pace. “Come for us. Both of us.” Blake pressed his fingers hard against her tender nub, marveling at her reaction as she twitched and shook under them.

  The fluttering against his fingers matched her shudders, shaking him to the core.

  Blake dropped his mouth to hers and captured her scream as Dane pumped into her once, twice more before letting out his own long, low sigh of completion.

  Dane remained there for a few seconds, his arms locked on each side of Emily’s body, sweat dripping from his chin onto her naked torso.

  Emily’s feet slid off Dane’s body to land in the soil, her knees shaking. Blake released her wrists and she pulled her arms down, crossing them over her heart as she lay on her back.

  Dane rolled to one side and lay in the grass, facedown. Long scarlet scratches marked his lower back from her high heels. His back rose and fell as he took short, ragged breaths.

  “Oh, see. Now you went and killed him,” Blake quipped. “Not that I’m complaining. Makes it easier for me to buy him out.”

  “Smartass. You can’t afford to buy me out,” Dane mumbled. He raised his head from the grass and turned to face him. “Did you start that stupid rumor about a merger?”

  “Maybe.”

  Dane propped himself up on his elbows. “You son of a bitch. I got hammered coming in here tonight with that damned question. Reporters were all over me like locusts.”

  Blake shrugged. “Maybe you should consider it. I’ve got the cash.” He winked. “Even get you a corner office if you ask nicely.”

  “Stop.” Emily pressed her hands over both their mouths. “Stop.”

  She stared up into the night sky. “Just stop for a few minutes. Please.”

  She toed off her high-heeled shoes, grateful for the chance to wriggle her toes in the soft grass.

  Chapter Seven

  Emily drew a deep breath, the sweetness of the flowers around them filling her lungs.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so relaxed, so lethargic . . .

  So loved.

  Emily paused, surprised and pleased with herself. She didn’t feel out of sorts or confused, embarrassed or ashamed.

  She was right where she wanted to be. Where she needed to be.

  The revelation surprised and energized her.

  “So where do we go from here?” She finally found the strength to speak, the recent orgasms still tingling throughout her body.

  Dane propped himself up on one elbow. “What do you want?” He looked over her at Blake. “Seems we did a piss-poor job of it last time we were here, making you choose. But we’re back here again and in the same situation. This time, we’re not going to call the shots. What do you want to do?”

  Silence fell over them again and she knew they were waiting for her to say something, anything.

  Emily sighed, wishing this night could go on forever. But reality lay outside the flowerbeds and the cool grass, and they couldn’t hide for the rest of their lives.

  And she didn’t want them to.

  She pulled her lips into a tight line and sat up, startling the two men. “I want to be dangerous.”

  “Excuse me?” Dane frowned.
“Define.”

  She reached over and gripped the back of Blake’s head, tugging him close for a hot, hungry kiss that sent a surge of heat through her body, all the way down to her toes.

  A second later, after releasing him, she did the same to Dane, enjoying the eager look in Blake’s eyes as he watched.

  “I said I want to be dangerous,” she said. “With both of you.”

  The guttural sound from Blake stirred her heart.

  “I’m tired of dancing alone or with one of you. Let’s dance together.” She stared into a clump of pink and purple flowers. “Let’s stop pretending. Let’s turn some heads and spin some of them right around and off as we do what we should have done five years ago.”

  Blake reached behind her to punch Dane on the shoulder. “She’s gotten even feistier over time. I love it.”

  Dane paused and she saw the businessman come back to the forefront, weighing his words before speaking.

  He studied her face. “Are you sure? Because once this gets out there’s no going back.” He looked at Blake. “It could get really hot until things settle down and people move on to the next juicy gossip tidbit.”

  Blake rolled his shoulders back. “We’ve seen worse about us and others, when you think about it.”

  Dane looked at her, one eyebrow raised in question.

  She nodded, digging her toes into the grass. “We can handle it.”

  “I hope so.” Blake grabbed her waist and rolled over until they settled on a cool rock with her atop him. “Because I do plan to make this a yearly event along with the gala. Beats the hell out of shaking hands and schmoozing for donations.” He laughed. “An hour of that and we sneak off to meet here.” Blake wrapped his arms around her.

  Emily gasped, slightly disoriented as she lay there, pressed against his chest. Gathering her senses, she sat up and straddled him, thrilling to the feel of running her hands along his slick toned abs.

  She couldn’t help stroking the small wolf’s paw tattooed above his navel. “You still have this?”

  Blake smiled. “Ugly as hell, but it’s part of my past.”

  Emily touched the rough image, a far cry from the slick artistic creations she’d seen elsewhere. “Thought you’d get this covered up or removed.”