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“Deacon?”

  “Yes?” He turned at the door.

  “The flowers really are beautiful. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad you like them. Now go get dressed. We have a lot to celebrate tonight. We have a winning artist to make feel special.” He winked before closing the door behind him.

  Abby fell backward on the bed. What in holy hell just happened?

  14

  Abby

  Dinner tonight was different. The seating arrangement was the same. Deacon was on one side and Cole on the other. The candles were lit. The wine had been poured. The food had been prepared by the chef the way it was every night. But she glanced between the two men and something felt different. The atmosphere was electric. She didn’t know how else to describe it. She saw them through new eyes.

  “I’m being extremely selective who sees your design ahead of the trip tomorrow,” Deacon explained. “But I showed it our vice president of marketing. She was extremely impressed.” He smiled.

  “She was?” Abby still couldn’t believe everything that had happened today.

  Cole’s eyes shone. “It’s incredible what you did, Abby. Nothing compares to it. Deacon chose the perfect design.”

  “It’s our passion project. And now you’re always going to be a part of it,” Deacon added.

  She felt the swirl of giddiness invade her.

  “Can you tell me about Vegas?” she asked. “What are we going to do there?”

  Cole looked surprised. “You don’t know about Vegas?” he teased.

  “I think I should know something about the trip, don’t you?”

  “Of course,” Cole answered more seriously. “We have three days to present our quarterly financials to the shareholders. We like to wine and dine them once a year out of town. And of course there is always a media frenzy when we launch something new. No one knows the something new is the foundation.”

  Deacon butted in, “And the press is going to want to see who we bring.”

  This might be it. This might be her chance to ask. It was a question filled with something so taboo she couldn’t believe she kept going back to it.

  “We?” She tried to look coy as she scooped a bite of roasted potato on her fork.

  Deacon nodded. “Yes, we.”

  Cole lifted the wine bottle from the table. “Would you like a refill? Tonight is a celebration after all.”

  She nodded. “Thank you.” She felt like celebrating. Her art was going global and she had won her freedom on her own.

  “Are you trying to ask us something, Abby?” Cole pressed her.

  She felt the pink spread from her cheeks to her chest. She was embarrassed, but the innuendos were out of control. She had to know what in the hell they meant every time they mentioned sharing and giving together. It couldn’t possibly mean what she thought it did. Could it?

  “I-I…maybe,” she sputtered on the words.

  Deacon chuckled. “Oh come on, say it. Just ask.”

  Cole reached for her hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “Go ahead, Abby. Ask us.”

  “Fine.” She pulled her shoulders back. “Do you both sleep with the same girl or something? Is that your thing?”

  “Our thing?” Cole’s eyebrows were high.

  “Yes. Do you share notes? Compare it? I don’t know. Take turns? You keep suggesting something. You’ve hinted and hinted. What is it? What am I missing? What is the relationship with women you have? It’s clearly something you do together. I know that much.”

  Deacon’s grin was devilish. He took her other free hand, sliding his fingers between hers. His grip locked tightly.

  “We share everything, Abby.”

  “You have said that already. I want new information.”

  She tried to ignore the small flame that was starting to smolder between them. It was just as strong between her and Deacon as it was between her and Cole. She’d never experienced anything like it. How could she simultaneously be attracted to two men?

  Cole tugged her toward him. “What do you want it to mean, Abby?”

  “Want? I don’t want anything from either of you. I’ve been clear about that for two weeks.” She tried to pull her hands from theirs, but her attempt was weak. Instead she ended up with their free hands on her knees.

  Deacon pressed one knee wide before Cole did the same from his side.

  “I don’t know if that’s true,” Deacon growled. “You want something. Why couldn’t it be this?” His fingers traveled along the inside of her thigh.

  She shook her head, trying to turn off the surge of adrenaline rushing through her. They were both touching her at the same time. It was happening at once. This wasn’t what she thought sharing meant. Suddenly, everything was coming into focus. The fingers felt cool and warm. Wrong and right. Naughty and delicious.

  Cole ran his index finger under her dress. The high slit on the gown gave him easy access. “Yes, we share everything. It could be you. If you wanted it to be.”

  Her eyes closed as their fingers inched higher. Her legs opened wider, inviting their fingers to touch her heat. Her silk panties were wet from only a few strokes along her thigh when Deacon dipped a finger under the lace. He pushed the fabric out of the way and strummed her clit, taking possession of it.

  “Ohh,” she moaned.

  Cole pulled her folds wide, guiding her into Deacon’s strokes. She started rocking her hips while her inner walls squeezed. Deacon’s fingers picked up rhythm. She was afraid if she opened her eyes it would all be over, or it would be a dream. The spell that had fallen over them would break if she looked them in the eyes.

  She gripped their hands while her climax climbed higher.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Deacon coaxed. “Fuck my fingers.”

  “She’s so wet,” Cole groaned. “So fucking perfect. Like velvet honey.”

  She let out a sigh when she felt fingers slide inside her. She didn’t know who was who anymore, only that she was open wide for them while they brought fire to her pussy with eager pumps, that gifted her ecstasy one thrust at a time.

  Deacon leaned over the table, dropping her palm. He squeezed her breast in his hand as he crashed his lips to hers. Cole kept one hand between her legs as he moved behind her. He pushed the fabric of her dress aside, exposing her nipple. It perked in the cold. He sucked it between his teeth.

  “Oh God,” she mewed softly.

  Deacon’s kiss deepened. He nipped at her lips before his tongue slid along hers, twisting and moving as his fingers toyed with her clit. She’d wanted to know what it would be like to be kissed by him. It was more than she imagined.

  Cole’s mouth was hot and wet as he sucked harder on her nipple. He pushed her leg wider and then she whimpered when his fingers pushed inside her at the same time as Deacon’s. They were thick together. The heat was unbelievable. Cole’s lips on her breast. Deacon’s tongue thrusting in her mouth.

  Their fingers fucking her with fever as she bucked under the dining table. The candlelight flickered in front of her and the wine glasses sloshed wine as the movements became more frantic. As they began to take her body to a beautiful place. Each one in his own way.

  And then it came crashing down around her. The orgasm came out of nowhere, taking her by storm. Slashing through her body. Pouring through her blood like molten rain.

  She came hard on their fingers, while her palms slapped the table with powerful jolts. She didn’t know how to steady herself. How to accept the pleasure. It was overwhelming. The waves spilled through her as the storm reached its peak in her core before the rain turned to a gentle mist and soothed her body.

  She fought for breath as they moved their hands away. Cole covered her breast with the stretched fabric of her dress and took his seat. Deacon poured another glass of wine and sat next to her.

  Abby tried to slow her pulse. She was speechless. The orgasm was still numbing her limbs.

  “Should I check on the flight for tomorrow?” Cole asked.

  “Sounds good. I
think the pilot should have everything set, but not a bad idea,” Deacon answered.

  She sat between them, trying to gain her balance. Trying to make sense out of what they had done. How amazing she felt. How the room was still spinning. How they acted as if it didn’t happen.

  Abby placed her palms on the table. She needed space to think.

  “I think I’m going to go upstairs. I’m going to my room and make sure Douglas packed everything,” she announced.

  They looked at her.

  “Everything ok, sweetheart?”

  She looked in Deacon’s dark eyes and then at the sparkle in Cole’s.

  She nodded. “Mmhmm. Good night.”

  “We leave at seven,” Cole called after her.

  “Before you go…”

  She turned around at Deacon’s words. “Yes?”

  “There is always another deal, sweetheart. Consider this to be our offer.”

  She nodded slowly.

  Abby managed to make it all the way to the banister before her knees wobbled and she had to grab the railing before she fell in a puddle on the floor.

  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.”

  “Mayb
e 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.