Caught Between Brothers
Penny McDaniel had no idea that when she took the job as an accountant with the Buchanan brothers that the sexy billionaire entrepreneurs had a thing for curvy girls but when they make her an offer she can't possibly refuse, she learns just how hot they are for her soft, sweet body. Just when Penny starts to believe she's living in a dream, Dillon Buchanan, the black sheep of the family, shows up, ready to make trouble. Caught in a dangerous game with high stakes, Penny finds herself torn between three men - all of whom want her body and soul.
Penny McDaniel didn't think there was another man alive that could compare to the decadent handsomeness of Vince and Nolan Buchanan. Strong enough to toss her around like a ragdoll in spite of her bountiful curves with the stamina of a bull when they had her on her back (or knees), both men were exhaustive in their desire to possess her body and soul.
Sometimes Penny had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't living in a wonderful dream - a wonderfully erotic dream, at that.
Two months ago, the billionaire brothers who owned and operated Buchanan Enterprises, had approached her with a very unusual, very shocking business proposal and she'd accepted.
Holy hotcakes, had she accepted.
Since then, her life had been a whirlwind of sexual education (yes, she'd been a virgin prior to the brothers, and yes, she knew how crazy that seemed in this day and age) that'd often left her breathless (and deliciously spent) as well as mind-bogglingly overwhelmed.
Penny had gone from lowly bean-counter to highly desired mistress of two of the wealthiest men in the world and it was quite an adjustment.
To say she lived a privileged - albeit complicated - life was an understatement. She'd gone from anxiously staking out Payless BOGO events for new shoes to slipping into the well-heeled luxury of hand-crafted Chanel with price tags that made her want to faint. Somehow it seemed obscene to spend such an inordinate amount of money on things that went on her feet. But then, she supposed she'd never really been like many women who salivated over expensive shoes so when the Buchanans insisted on updating her wardrobe, she'd felt a bit like Julie Roberts on Rodeo Drive, trying to find a look that both suited and flattered. To be honest, it'd been an exercise in frustration. Designers simply didn't make clothes that flattered a fuller figure.
"Not everyone is shaped like a human hanger," she'd groused during one of their epic shopping excursions that'd left Penny feeling frumpy and fat until Nolan had simply suggested they employ a personal dressmaker to come and take Penny's measurements. After that, shopping had been a breeze and she had to admit, she loved her new clothes. Suddenly, she felt sophisticated and worldly when all her life she'd always lived on the fringe of everything that was cool and beautiful. Of course, as lovely as the new clothes were, truthfully, Penny enjoyed when the brothers were peeling them from her body far more than anything else.
But lately, both Vince and Nolan had seemed on edge. Their lovemaking was rough and savage, not that she minded, but it certainly seemed as if something were eating at them. It couldn't be the business because Penny knew for a fact Buchanan Enterprises was turning over record profit, which left Penny to worry that the problem was with her. What else could the two men who had everything have cause to worry about?
"You're quiet tonight," Nolan observed, knuckling her cheek lightly as they lay in the expansive four-poster cherrywood bed that she still hadn't gotten used to sleeping in since she moved from her apartment to the penthouse suite that belonged to the brothers. Nestled in the crook of Nolan's arm, she glanced up at him and smiled shyly, not quite sure how to confess her fears without sounding like a mewling, pathetic baby. "Everything okay? Are you still sore?" he asked solicitously, causing her to blush like mad. Just the mention of their epic sexual adventures made her cheeks heat. He smiled with genuine amusement at her reaction. Nolan loved that she'd been a virgin before either of them had been between her thighs. Of course, they'd both done their level best to obliterate her virginity in all ways since then - hence the slight soreness he'd mentioned.
She nodded and lied just a little. "All good. Perfect actually." It was a small white lie. She was a bit sore from last night but it was a good feeling and she didn't mind at all. In fact, being taken by either of the Buchanans was a pleasure she'd never known existed. Sounded cheesy, but it was true. Made her grateful she'd saved her "treasure" as her papa had put it, for the right person, instead of giving it away to the first fumbling male who had paid her any sort of attention.
Penny traced a line from the top of his chest down the hard ridge of his belly. "Is everything okay with you?" she asked, holding her breath. She was still learning her place in their world and was, at times, unsure of her boundaries but Vince and Nolan were always accommodating of her education. She'd only been punished once, and truth be told, Penny had writhed like a cat in heat, loving every minute. Vince had laughed and promised to "punish" her more often. Nolan stilled and Penny worried her lip, adding, "I just wondered because you seem … like something is bothering you."
Nolan exhaled and actually pulled away to sit on the edge of the bed. Penny held her breath. Maybe she should've kept her questions to herself... "Do you have any family?" he asked, surprising her with the sudden question.
"No. My dad died a few years ago. He was all I had left," Penny answered, tucking her feet under her short, demure nightie. Nolan loved her in lace, whereas Vince preferred tight corsets that made her breasts spill over the top like bountiful pillows plumped for his pleasure. "Why?"
Nolan's expression darkened but he otherwise remained silent as if wrestling with something private that he wasn't ready to share. This was the first time Penny had ever seen Nolan so pensive. Frankly, it scared her just a little. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked in a tentative voice, unsure of how to help. "Anything at all?"
She added the slight inflection with an innuendo at the tail end of her offer and Nolan cast her a sidewise glance with the hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"What did you have in mind?"
Her breath caught at the sudden hunger in his eyes. Just like that he turned on the heat and suddenly, Penny was burning alive, desperate for his touch. She slowly lifted the hem of her nightie up and over her head, peeping at him through her lashes. "Anything you want," she answered, sitting back on her heels, loving how Nolan's gaze blazed a trail of wanton desire over her body. How things had changed in her life. There was a time when she'd been so ashamed of her body that she'd hidden beneath oversized cotton tops and dowdy skirts that wouldn't make anyone take a second glance, but Vince and Nolan had taught her to appreciate being a woman with a woman's curves. Their open desire for every inch of her body made her celebrate being considered plus-size.
"Come here, sweetness," he instructed and Penny moved to comply, eager to feel his touch everywhere at once. She loved when the brothers took her together but there was something extra special about her one-on-one time with them. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She sucked in a tight breath at how possessive his gaze was when he roamed her curves, openly delighting in the way her breasts rose and fell with anticipation. The tips of her nipples pebbled beneath that hot stare just as her core liquefied with need. How had she ever survived without them in her life? Nolan wet his finger and then slowly, gently, tested her heat, pushing his finger deep inside her. Penny's eyelids fluttered shut on a groan, her body coiling with explosive need.
"Penny, you're so beautiful," he murmured in approval at the way her body reacted so readily to his touch. "Do you like the way I touch you?"
"Yes," she breathed, hearing the neediness in her voice but she didn't care. "Ohh, yes, Nolan."
He chuckled and pushed harder, crooking his finger to strum the sweet spot inside her that caused her to squirm and moan. The heel of his palm produced sinful pressure against her little pleasure button and Penny's breath quickened. "Who do you belong to, sweetness?" he asked.
"You and Vince," she answered on a moan, too aroused to blush. "Only!"
"Good girl," he said. "Would you like to cum in my arms or on your knees?"
"I don't care!" Penny gasped as he increased the pressure of his touch. If she hadn't been desperately aroused, the pressure would've hurt but as it was, she felt ready to dissolve into a pool of helpless, quivering goo. She never would've known such carnal pleasures were possible, if it weren't for Vince and Nolan. Penny squeezed her eyes shut, her heart rate slamming like a jackhammer as her body begged for release.