Bought By The Billionaire Brothers 2(3)

She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he wasted little time in delving  between her private folds, burying his face between her thighs with  single-minded purpose. In Nolan's own words, he loved eating pussy,  which had been a shocking thing to hear seeing as Penny had never even  said the word "pussy" let alone had anyone desire to lick and suck hers.  But, ohhhh, Nolan had changed her mind on that score. She threw her  head back and arched as he held her thighs open. Wild desire whipped  through her as his clever tongue teased and flicked while his mouth  sucked and slurped. "Nolan!" she gasped, gripping the rumpled bedsheets  in her hands as she barreled toward her release without mercy. Her nerve  endings sizzled and snapped as suddenly everything clenched with  powerful need. A wail escaped her as she slammed back to earth, gasping  as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave of pleasure. Nolan  pulled back and watched as she writhed with the pleasure, breathing hard  and making small mewling noises as she slowly came to her senses.

A long sigh rattled out of her chest and she smiled sheepishly at Nolan,  always a little embarrassed by how wanton she became in the moment.  Penny clapped her hands over her flaming face and groaned. "Oh my  goodness," was all she could say and Nolan laughed, pulling her hands  free with a mock stern expression.

"You're beautiful and never forget it, especially when you're cumming beneath my tongue. Understand?"         

     



 

She nodded but her cheeks were still hot. "Aren't you staying tonight?"  she asked, noting with a subtle frown that he wasn't climbing into the  bed beside her.

He answered with a small shake of his head as he rose. "Not tonight. I  have pressing business elsewhere but I will see you tomorrow at the  office. Perhaps you could wear that blue Versace I picked up for you  when I was in Milan?"

"Of course," she said with a demure nod, though in truth she was a bit  afraid of the price tag on that dress. What if she spilled something on  it because she was a terrible klutz? She swallowed her fears in the face  of Nolan's expectation and simply acquiesced like a good mistress  should. "Good night, Nolan."

He pulled her to him and kissed her thoroughly. The scent of her own  musk teased her nostrils as he drew away. He warmed her with a charming  grin. "That's my girl. Sleep tight, gorgeous."

And then he was out the door. Penny heard the front door close and lock  and she heaved a short sigh. Whatever had been bothering Nolan, he  hadn't seen fit to share even though they'd shared the most intimate act  two people could share.

The knowledge made her feel a little empty and more than a little disappointed as she fell into a fretful sleep.



"You look exquisite," Vince said under his breath the following morning  as Penny entered the office. Penny fought the urge to squirm with  absolute pleasure at his approval and simply smiled at his compliment.  Vince's eyes warmed with heat and Penny knew he was already mentally  undressing her. Tonight he would visit her, she could tell by the hunger  in his gaze. Vince had been insatiable as of late and she'd begun to  crave his savage touch like an addict needed a fix. But whereas Nolan  was always tender and considerate, Vince was rough and thorough. Penny  always felt ravaged after a night with Vince. She liked both styles of  lovemaking and she was glad she didn't have to choose between one or the  other. Just thinking of what Vince could make her do, caused her cheeks  to bloom and her insides to slick. Goodness gracious, the Buchanan  brothers had managed to turn her into a raging sex fiend in a  surprisingly short time frame. Penny couldn't help the secret smile that  followed but she startled when she realized there was another person in  the room.

"Oh!" she gasped, jumping just a little but enough to cause her breasts  to jiggle obscenely. She covered her heart with her hands and swallowed  with embarrassment. So much for looking the part of the sophisticated  mistress. "I apologize. I didn't see you there," she said, looking to  Vince. "Should I come back later?"

Before Vince could answer, the other man rose with a dark smile on his  full lips, saying, "No need to scuttle off on my account. My brother is  right; you do look exquisite in that shade of blue. Let me  guess … Versace?" When Penny could only stare, the information stunning  her brain into silence, he chuckled and shot Vince a knowing look.  "Nolan's go-to designer for his pets. Now … who might you be aside from  achingly lovely to look at?"

"P-penny," she stammered, looking to Vince for guidance. Did he say  brother? How had she not known that Vince and Nolan had another brother?  Embarrassment and confusion colored her voice as she said, "I'm sorry … I  didn't know there was another Buchanan."

Vince exhaled a short sigh of aggravation at the forced introduction.  "Penny meet my older brother Dillon." He gestured swiftly. "Penny, meet  Dillon. Dillon meet Penny."

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you," Dillon said, grasping Penny's  hand and pressing a kiss to the soft skin. The pressure of his lips did  something strange to her insides, shaming her with her sudden arousal.  What kind of person was she that she immediately felt an attraction to  Vince and Nolan's older brother?

"If you wouldn't mind keeping your lips off my secretary … " Vince warned  Dillon with a distinct growl. Penny withdrew her hand, her eyes wide at  the odd undercurrent passing between the two men.

"Secretary?" His mouth quirked at the lie. "The temp agencies have  really stepped up their game if Miss Penny is any indication of the  hiring pool these days."

A flush stole up Penny's neck but she lifted her chin and directed her  stare back to Vince, saying, "Is there anything you need from me this  morning?"

"I can think of a few things I might want," Dillon remarked with a  decidedly wry grin, almost taunting Vince. Vince's mouth hardened,  unamused by his brother's innuendo and Dillon shrugged, unaffected by  Vince's censure. "A water would be great," he added, without glancing  back at Penny. A silent war of wills raged between the two men that  thickened the air with a palpable sense of tension. Penny suppressed a  delicate shiver and let herself out, eager to escape. This was  definitely not a happy reunion    ; that much she knew for sure.         

     



 



"What are you doing here?" Vince cut straight to the chase as soon as  Penny was free from the room. He didn't want his brother anywhere near  him and Nolan's girl. Dillon had a way of sucking all the air from a  room when women were concerned. Their older brother was something of a  black sheep and women gravitated to him like moths to a fucking flame.  Vince was not about to lose Penny to Dillon.

"No hello, nice to see you? Tsk, tsk brother. Where are your manners?  Mother would be so disappointed." Dillon helped himself to the bar,  pouring a generous snifter of brandy. He gestured to the door where  Penny had left. "So let's talk about Penny … "

"Let's not." Vince held his brother's stare, steel to steel. "Get to the point. You didn't show up to talk about my secretary."

"Ah, but that's the thing, I don't think she's just your secretary. How  many secretaries can afford Versace?" Dillon challenged, raising his  glass to his lips, watching Vince. When Vince remained stubbornly  silent, he chuckled and took a measured sip, savoring the flavor. He  closed his eyes briefly with a small smile. "God, it's been too long  since I had good scotch." He finished the snifter off and placed the  glass on the marble bar before settling into the chair opposite Vince.  "Let me tell you what I think the delectable Miss Penny is … "

"Knock it off, Dillon," Vince warned. "Does Nolan know you're back in town?"

Dillon smiled enigmatically. "I didn't feel it was necessary to send out  a text alert about my whereabouts. Besides, I'm part owner of this  company, though I know that's not common knowledge. I figured you might  appreciate my taking an interest."

"A little late for that, don't you think?" Vince said under his breath.  "You're out of money, aren't you?" he guessed. When Dillon laughed,  Vince grabbed his checkbook, prepared to make Dillon go away in the same  way he always did when he showed up to make trouble.

"Put your checkbook away, little brother," Dillon said, surprising Vince  with his hard tone. He looked up to find all semblance of Dillon's  casual flippant arrogance gone. Dillon leaned forward. "You can't make  me go away any more. Let's just say, I'm ready to take an interest in my  inheritance."

Vince didn't believe him for a second. There was something else driving  Dillon and he had a feeling it had nothing to do with wanting to become a  responsible member of society. Vince sneered with open derision. "Yeah?  Since when?"