15
Abby
She looked out the window. It was the first time she had flown on a private jet. Abby tried to push aside the flutter in her belly every time Cole or Deacon glanced at her. Last night could be explained by too much wine. Or testing her sexual limits. Daring herself to do something she never thought she was capable of, but it had to end there.
She hated them. Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. Only, she was free now. There were no excuses to make. She had chosen this Vegas trip on her own.
“Champagne, ma’am?” The flight attendant lowered a chilled glass in Abby’s direction.
“Thank you.” The bubbles floated to the top of the flute.
“Comfortable, sweetheart?” Deacon looked up from his laptop briefly. Ever since they had taken off from Chicago he and Cole had worked non-stop.
Abby was irritated by her fascination with them. She listened to how they answered phone calls. How they made quick negotiations and decisions. How they consulted each other before moving on to another deal. It was hard not to be mesmerized by them. They were smart. Decisive. Gorgeous. And after last night she discovered they had skills that were equally as impressive.
She took a sip of the French champagne. It was expensive just like everything else they offered her. Her gaze drifted to the clouds again. From up here, life seemed peaceful. As if there was nothing chaotic in her world. As if she could float through clouds with two sexy men and it made perfect sense.
But it didn’t make sense, and it never would. Cole and Deacon had flipped her life upside down. She had barely slept replaying their hands on her body. The moans she made. The way she exploded under their commands.
It had been her decision to let things go as far as they did. She invited them between her legs. She had called them to her lips and breast. She wanted that orgasm like nothing else. She was the one who had all the control last night. They had given her the kind of power she didn’t know she could have. It was exhilarating.
This morning she wondered if it had been a fantasy she concocted. Some kind of strange syndrome that developed because she lived under their roof, but it felt real. It felt incredibly erotic with them under her spell.
She bit her lip, twisting it under her teeth. Would it happen again? Did they want her that way? To share? It made her panties wet thinking about it. She felt the warmth on her nipples as they tingled with the memory.
“Abby?” Deacon jarred her. “Are you comfortable?”
“Umm, yes. Everything is fine. I’m very comfortable.” She clutched the champagne, hoping it would cool her.
“Good,” Cole added. He typed furiously on his keyboard.
She had brought her sketch pad with her for the trip. She had spent the week working on the final touches for the design concept. She liked having something tangible in her hands. There was something about creating it herself without the help of a computer.
In a perfect world, she would be drawing all the time. One day she’d open a studio. Until then, she used her art in the business world. Logos. Letterhead. Websites. She put her skills to use any way she could to make money.
Unlike Cal, she wanted a career that didn’t involve lies or cheating. He had made her cross more lines in the name of money than she could count. As soon as she was done with HiTech Global, she was going to leave Chicago. Cal would never pull her back into that old life again.
***
The cameras came out of nowhere.
“Deacon! Cole! What is the big announcement for the conference?”
“What do you plan to tell the shareholders tomorrow?”
“Who is your friend?”
Abby’s head whipped in one direction and then another as the reporters threw out questions in the lobby of the Rapture Resort. She held up a hand to protect her eyes from the constant flashes.
Deacon stepped in front of her, shielding her from the barrage.
Cole’s hand slipped in hers as he whispered in her ear, “We’ve got you. Just keep walking and we’ll be in the penthouse in just a minute. They’re just curious.”
She plastered a smile on her face and walked, feeling steady with his hand in hers and Deacon keeping her protected from the mob of reporters.
“What surprises do you have?”
“Any big concerts this year?”
The reporters followed them to the gold elevators. Deacon grinned. “You’ll just have to see tomorrow. Thanks for coming out. We have big news for you tomorrow.”
He waved as the doors closed.
“Oh my God.” Abby felt the breath she had been holding escape.
“You ok?” Cole asked.
She nodded. “I had no idea it was going to be like this. Do you deal with this all the time?”
Deacon chuckled. “When we are together or have press events. We seem to have a way of drawing a crowd.”
She realized Cole was still holding her hand. She didn’t let it go.
The doors retracted and deposited them in the penthouse suite of the Rapture.
Abby’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen anything like it in her life.
Deacon walked to the bar. “I think our first day in Vegas calls for a celebration.” He poured a round of drinks and handed one to Abby and then Cole.
“What should we toast to?” Cole asked, holding his glass in the air.
Abby felt the heat of their stares fall on her. She was at a loss for words. They had a way of making that happen. Being around them lately made her feel like she had so much to learn about herself.
“To a mutually successful weekend.” Deacon winked.
Cole laughed. “In every way.”
Abby knew she was blushing. “Yes. To your happy shareholders. And to as many donations as we can get for the foundation.”
She sipped the vodka before choking. It was straight. She stared at Deacon. “You didn’t add a mixer?”
“It’s Vegas, baby. We drink the most expensive liquor there is. I’m not going to ruin it with watered down soda.”
The elevator chimed behind them. The valet entered the suite with two brass carts full of luggage. Cole handed him a hundred and sent him back to the lobby.
“You’re a generous tipper,” Abby complimented him.
“I’m generous in a lot of ways.”
“I’m sure.” She stepped around him, reaching for her bag. “I think I’ll find my room and change.”
“We have a working lunch meeting in half an hour, but we’ll be back in plenty of time to take you to the cocktail reception. Douglas packed something short and elegant for you,” Deacon explained. “Wear it.”
Abby felt her back stiffen. “You don’t trust me to choose my own clothes?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.” Cole walked next to her, brushing the hair from her shoulder. “It’s that he likes it when he can see your legs. I do too.”
“Maybe I want to wear pants,” she smarted. She didn’t know why she was suddenly testing them.
Cole leaned toward her ear. “But we can’t do what we did last night if you’re wearing pants.”
Abby swallowed hard. Shit. What was he doing to her? Her nipples were tight buds, straining under her lacy bra.
“That was a one-time thing,” she whispered.
Deacon strolled to her other side. His hand found her hip. He tugged the suitcase from her hand. His palm slid against her ass, cupping it.
“You don’t want to come like that again?” His fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and she held her breath. The side of his hand pressed between her legs, firm against her heat.
She whimpered.
Deacon’s lips coasted over her neck. “I asked you something. Do you want to come like that again?”
His hand rubbed between her legs, pressing into her jeans.
Cole tipped her chin toward his mouth. He had undeniably kissable lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. She wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him too.
“We can make you come so many times, you’ll lose count,” he tempted her. “Just say it.”
Her mouth collided with his as his firm lips melted into hers. Her hips jutted forward as Deacon continued to massage her heat.
“Say it,” he demanded, pulling her from Cole’s lips and crushing her with his own. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and she threw her arms around his neck. She nodded, mewing out her yes.
Cole stepped behind her, wrapping his hands to the front of her waist. He unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips as Deacon kissed the hell out of her.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Your ass is beautiful.”
She didn’t expect her panties to be peeled to the floor, but Cole was on a mission. Deacon’s fingers immediately slid between her folds, flicking her clit.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
“You like it?” he asked.
She nodded. It was exquisite the way he possessed her.
Suddenly she felt Cole spread her cheeks as he knelt on the floor behind her. His tongue was pressed against her ass. She jumped, but his hands held her hips while Deacon worked his fingers back and forth.
She relaxed as Cole’s tongue explored her backside. She couldn’t believe it. Did he want to lick her there? She groaned, realizing it felt amazing. She’d never had a man lick her in that sensitive spot. But the tight ring of muscles felt like a circle of electricity as Cole toyed at it with her tongue.
Deacon’s kisses were everything. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth as he sucked and bit at her lips. She was losing all control.
She lifted her arms in the air as he pulled her sweater off her chest and over her head.
“Your tits are so damn perfect, sweetheart.”
Her bra was the last item of clothing to fall to the floor. She was standing in the suite naked, sandwiched between them while Cole was on his knees behind her, and Deacon’s fingers coaxed her to rock her hips back and forth.
“I want your ass, Abby.” Cole’s voice was husky behind her.
She moaned.
“Have you given it to anyone else?” he asked.
She looked in Deacon’s eyes. He towered over her.
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
Deacon looked as if he could devour her on the spot. “No one has had that sweet ass of yours?” he asked in disbelief.
“I’ve never even thought about it,” she admitted. “No one…it’s never…” She was embarrassed.
They twirled her between them so she was now facing Cole on his knees. She looked down in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m sorry I’ve never had anyone there,” she apologized. She knew they were more experienced than her. She felt inadequate.
Cole’s eyes blazed like sapphires on fire. “Don’t ever apologize. You just said the words I needed to hear.”
“I did?” Her chest rose with relief.
He nodded. “I want it, baby. I want to be the first man inside you.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered. Her knees wobbled with the idea.
She didn’t know what to do. What to say. Before she could answer, he buried his face between her legs, plunging his tongue between her slit, lapping and sucking at her honey.
She hissed with pleasure. She pushed herself in his face, abandoning dignity. It felt too fucking amazing too care what they thought. Cole was overcome with intensity. He threw her legs over his shoulders. She leaned back into Deacon’s chest.
Deacon wrapped a hand around her chest, plucking and twisting a nipple between his fingers. She bucked wildly.
The familiar buzzing started in her core. The storm was brewing.
“Ohh, I’m going to come.”
Deacon’s other hand moved along her back, before sliding along her backside to that new sweet spot of sensation.
“Come hard, sweetheart.” He held her so Cole had the perfect angle to sink his tongue inside her pussy.
Just as the storm was about to rain down on her, she felt Deacon’s finger breach the ring of muscle. There was an electric surge and then he was inside her ass, pumping his finger in and out of her while Cole pried her wide, flicking and sucking her clit.
She thrashed between them, riding the winds and the lightning of the storm. Deacon’s finger was foreign and taboo, but it felt so good. Too good.
She rocked back into it, sending it farther into her ass and then jerked her hips forward, getting the full heat of Cole’s tongue in her pussy.
“Oh God. Oh God. Hold me, Deac. Oh fuck,” she whimpered as the storm clouds unleashed a wicked torrent inside her body.
Cole pulled her knees to the widest points of his shoulders, thrusting his tongue deep in her walls as Deacon sank his finger all the way in her forbidden zone. She shook and pulsed. The orgasm coursed through her with violent jolts as she muffled the screams in her throat.
“Come harder, baby. Come so fucking hard.” Deacon pumped in and out of her ass. It was pleasure she’d never felt before. Something so erotic and freeing. Finding desire in a part of her body she had never tested.
“I can’t stop,” she pleaded. “I can’t…” It spiraled through her until she was exhausted and limp in Deacon’s arms.
When her body stilled, Cole put her feet on the floor and rose from between her legs.
He looked over her shoulder to Deacon, who kept her propped against his chest. She didn’t think she was capable of walking anymore.
“I think someone likes sharing.” He smiled at his friend.
Deacon kissed her neck. “I think so.”