18
Abby
She held her breath. Everything was in place. Her legs were waxed. Her nails were painted. Her long blond locks were layered in waterfall curls. Her makeup had never looked like this. She’d never felt like this.
She stood in front of the foyer mirror, waiting for the elevator to open. Waiting for her men to return to the suite.
The floor numbers lit up, and her heart beat wildly. They were on their way. In thirty seconds they would know. They would know she had done all of this for them. She was giving herself to them. Every part of her. Everything they wanted.
It had taken two weeks to reach this moment, but she knew without a doubt she wanted this. She wanted Deacon and Cole.
Abby took a final glance at the gold strappy heels with the sharp points wrapped around her ankles. They were sexy as hell. If they didn’t scream “sex vixen” nothing did. The door opened and her gaze drifted upward.
Her eyes landed on Cole then darted to Deacon.
“Fuck,” Deacon growled.
She bit her lip, trying not to ruin the gloss the makeup artist had so carefully applied.
“Double fuck,” Cole echoed.
They walked toward her.
They were imposing. Walls of athletic lean muscle headed her way.
“This is the dress you told Douglas to pack, isn’t it?” she asked innocently.
Cole’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Dress tape held the fabric to her skin. She couldn’t wear a bra with the low cut. Deacon’s eyes raked up her thigh. The dress hugged under her ass where another piece of tape was strategically applied by the stylist the spa sent to her.
Deacon inhaled. “You look fucking edible, Abby.”
“Tell us this means what I think it means,” Cole pleaded.
She reached forward, grazing the side of his chiseled jaw. Her other hand reached toward the broad plane of Deacon’s chest. She wanted to know their bodies, the way they had explored hers. This was the beginning of something incredible.
“Yes,” she answered. She felt the power surge through her. The control. Her inner goddess surging to the surface, knowing these men wanted her beyond measure.
Deacon looked at Cole. “Do we have to go to the damn cocktail reception?”
“Yeah. We can’t back out. We’re only here three days.”
“I think we could be fashionably late,” Deacon argued.
Abby interrupted them. “I want to know how this works. How is this even possible?”
Cole blinked, his long eyelashes making his eyes sparkle. “Baby, do you need me to draw you a diagram of how the three of us are going to fuck?”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” Her inner strength was starting to fade. “I meant, is this just sex? How do the three of us handle it? It feels like more to me. But you both know I’m inexperienced.”
Deacon snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers.
She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.
“If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Abby. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Cole’s words.
“I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”
“Good girl,” Deacon whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”
The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made it to the reception, but it was unavoidable.
“And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”
Cole shook his head. Deacon deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”
“But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?
“Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”
“And you don’t get jealous?”
Deacon chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is.”
“Oh God.” Her knees buckled.
“I’ve got you.” Cole held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Deac.”
She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information.
“What else do you need to know?” Cole asked. She felt better with him holding her.
“You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch?”
Deacon’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”
Cole laughed. “What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You’ll see.”
Abby lowered her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like. Tried to picture having sex with two men at the same time. These two men, who were basically the most perfectly physical specimens on the planet.
“I think I’m scared,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to do anything tonight. Let’s go to the cocktail reception. We can talk about it later,” Cole suggested.
Deacon wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned into his strong chest. “But this feels good,” she whispered.
“Does it?” he asked.
“Mmhmm. I like being between you both. I love it, actually. I want it. I don’t want to be scared of tonight.”
Cole’s eyes lit. “I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” Deacon asked.
“Take off your panties, Abby,” Cole demanded.
Her eyes widened. “But they’re special. I got them for tonight. For both of you.”
“Stay here.” He walked to one of the bedrooms and returned. He opened his palm.
Abby stared at his hand. “What is that?” It was bright purple and shaped like a large marker.
“It’s a dildo for your ass, baby.” He was matter of fact about it.
She blinked. “A what?”
Deacon wrapped his hands tightly around her waist. “We’re going to fuck you with it.”
“But I thought…don’t you just want to.you know…the natural way?”
Cole held it forward for her to see it. “Deacon told me how tight your ass is. I don’t know that it can all happen tonight. I’m not the kind of man who likes to back down from a challenge, but I want you to love it when I take it. So, take off those expensive panties we paid for.”
Abby reached under the cocktail dress and shimmied them over her knees and off the stilettos.
“Now what?” she asked.
“We’re going to the cocktail party.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, what?” Deacon barked. “I thought we decided to postpone that.”
Cole handed the dildo to his friend.
“There is always a dark corner at these parties. We’re going to take turns tonight. We’ll pass it back and forth like a baton.” Cole smiled.
“I like it.” Deacon slapped him on the back. He guided Abby toward the elevator.
“But I’ve never. How am I supposed to handle this?” Abby squealed.
“Are you wet right now?” Cole asked. “Wet thinking about us fucking you?”
She nodded.
He pulled her into the elevator. She didn’t know what would happen when the doors closed.
“We have a two-minute ride. Spread your legs.”
Abby didn’t hesitate. If she did she’d lose precious seconds.
“Bend over a little, sweetheart.”
She held the gilded railing. Deacon drew the dildo over her pussy, drawing a line from her clit to her backside. He pressed the tip of it against her ass.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “Please.”
She wanted to feel the electricity spread through her. She wanted it deep inside her. She knew how good it would feel once it was inside her.
Deacon pushed it against the tight ring of muscle. She clenched.
Cole tipped her chin forward. “It’s going to take a lot of practice to get this right. And we aren’t leaving the party until you fuck this dildo properly.”
She nodded. “I want it now. Please, Deac. Please.” She wiggled.
He pushed it deeper and she felt the ring burning with pain.
He groaned. “So fucking tight. Damn it. I want you, baby.”
“Almost at the party.” Cole kissed her. “You look stunning, by the way. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She relaxed into his lips and she felt the tip probe farther. She sighed, loving the depth Deacon took with it.
But just when it started to feel amazing, Deacon pulled it from her and tossed it to Cole. They twirled her around to face the doors, pulled the hem of her dress to cover her bottom just as the doors retracted. Abby realized they had arrived at the party and all the guests were staring at her and her eligible dates for the night.