“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.