25
Abby
Abby nuzzled between Cole and Deacon. They were warm and strong. She felt safe between the two men she had just given the ultimate gift.
“Should we order dinner now?” Deacon asked.
She giggled. It was her fault they were all starving. “Ok, but I still want a chicken salad.”
Deacon kissed her neck. “You get to order anything you want. I’m sorry I gave you a hard time earlier.”
Cole’s hand rested on her hip. “We’re sorry if our money has hurt you. We don’t want that. But we do want you to eat.”
She nodded. “I want to eat too. And I’m ok with the money. Really. Everything has been overwhelming the past couple of weeks. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
Deacon rolled across the king-sized bed to grab a room service book. “You would have to hurl a worse insult at us than to call us rich.” He laughed. “Forget the money shit. I bet you didn’t think Vegas would be like this.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled. Two weeks ago, she would barely speak to either to them. Tonight, she had been more intimate with them than any man in her life.
“You’re right. I’ve been so busy trying to get my designs ready I didn’t really focus on anything else.”
Cole kissed her shoulder lovingly. “And look where you are now.” He drew a circle on her hip.
“I still can’t believe it’s real.”
“It is. Every bit of it is real.” Deacon grinned.
She pushed to sit up on the pillows. “Are you being easy on me? Should I be able to do more than I am?”
Cole propped himself up on his elbow. “We aren’t being easy. We want you to love it. And I’ll say it again. It’s worth the wait.”
She chewed on her lip. “But I want it. I want to know what it’s like. Not just the toys.”
Deacon passed the menu over her to Cole. “You are a determined little thing. And we appreciate it. But it’s not a sprint to the finish line. Let your body take this in.”
“My body wants you,” she purred. “And you.” She turned to Cole next.
“That may be, but you’re not going to be happy if you get hurt and can’t have sex for a week, are you?”
She scowled. “That’s a possibility?”
Cole handed the menu back. “You worked up two levels on your first night, baby. It’s not going to take long. In the meantime, let us love you. Let us give you pleasure. Enjoy the toys. We want them to feel good. Do they?”
She nodded. “I didn’t know they could feel good. It’s weird. Is it weird?”
Deacon laughed. “No, it makes you sexually evolved. Willing to try everything you can. Exploring something new isn’t weird. Enjoying it means you know how to handle your body and ours.”
His words made her feel more triumph than she expected. “How many levels?” she asked.
Cole blinked. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
Deacon slid off the bed walking around to where his suitcase was. They were staying in his room. “I think I can.”
He pulled out a velvet bag and dumped the contents on the rumpled sheets in front of them.
Abby gawked at the display. She had never seen toys like these in her life. But she knew they were all for anal play. All of them.
“If you can take this one,” He held up a wide rubber cock. “I think you’ll be fine.”
Abby’s jaw dropped. It was huge, but still not as huge as either Cole or Deacon. “That’s going there?”
He nodded. “See? Baby steps. Let’s take it slow and have fun with it. No rush. It will be epic. We want you to remember it because of how much you loved it, not because of how much it hurt. Get it?”
He began to repack his toy bag. Cole picked up the phone to place the dinner menu.
“Want to take a bath before dinner is served?” he asked. “I think there will be plenty of time. I have a few other calls to return before the meeting tomorrow.”
Deacon appeared at the side of the bed, scooping her into his arms. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. “I think I’ve got this. You get dinner and drinks started.”
Cole smiled and turned his attention to the phone.
Deacon carried her into his oversized spa-like bathroom.
“This is ok with Cole?” She didn’t know how it was supposed to work. Sharing was being defined in new ways in Vegas.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
He started the shower, punching in the temperature controls and setting the lighting, so the shower glowed. It looked like there were candles on the other side of the glass walls. It was amazing.
“Because you and I are alone. I don’t know. It’s ok? Is this considered cheating? Is he fine with it?”
He nodded, closing the shower door behind him. “We both want alone time with you. And no one gets mad or jealous. It’s not cheating.”
She felt the rush of hot water trickle over her skin. Deacon rushed for the soap behind her. He poured a dab between his palms and began to lather it over her shoulders, letting his hands trail farther south.
“So we can have sex?” she asked, realizing how naïve her question sounded.
He nodded. “Yes, we can have all the sex we want. I can take you to be every day if you want.” His dark stare made her heart thud. “Do you want that? You want me inside you every day?”
“I think so.” She could barely breathe. Deacon was intense in everything he did.
He continued to wash her body with strokes the massaged the bubbles into her skin.
“You’re different than I thought you were.” Abby’s eyes met his.
He massaged her nipples, bringing them to life under his touch. “How so?”
It was hard to concentrate when he focused on her body like this.
“I thought you were a dick. But you aren’t. You’re sweet. You’re caring. You’re gentle with me.”
His hands locked around her hips. She felt his fingers slide into place.
“Ok, I’ll confess.” His voice was deep and husky.
“Confess what?”
“I am different with you. There’s something about you Abby that makes me want to stop being a dick. I want to make you happy beyond sex. Beyond what I can give your body.”
He rounded his palm over her bottom, drawing her to his wet body. It was like he was carved from stone. Every line of him, chiseled and sharp. He was a work of art.
She sighed. “What else can you give me, Deac?”
“Me,” he growled, crushing his lips against hers. He picked her up, pressing her against the shower wall. The lights glowed behind her.
His tongue twirled in her mouth.
“I want to drown in you,” he moaned.
She held on to him with all her strength wrapping a leg around him. He hiked her other leg to his hip. She moaned when his cock paused at her entrance. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted this moment with him.
“Drown in me,” she begged. “We can drown together.”
“I’ve never done this, Abby. Fallen for a woman like this.”
Her eyes locked on his. “It’s ok.” If he didn’t take her she was afraid her heart would beat out of her chest. “I’ve never done this either. But I want you. I want Cole. I want this thing we have together.”
His cock nudged enough to nestle inside her pussy.
She hissed. “Please, Deac. Please. Drown. Go under with me.”
With one thrust he buried himself inside her. He hoisted her hips closer as he moved in and out of her.
The world fell away. She clung to him in the shower, kissing and moaning. She called his name in whispers when she felt her release come to the surface.
“Fuck me, Abby. Fuck me,” his voice was hoarse.
She gripped his cock with all her strength. She loved it. How he felt. How strong and masculine he was, yet in this moment he was hers. He was vulnerable. He was giving her something he’d never given before.
As they came down from their orgasms, Deacon rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m already addicted to you.”
“Mmm. Me too.” She turned around, leaning into his chest.
He returned to the body wash and lathered her breasts again, soaping every square inch of her until she was clean.
The water ran between them. Abby knew she had found something so perfect it couldn’t be defined any other way.