Tempting the Crown(242)

“Ohh, I’m going to come.”

Deacon’s other hand moved along her back, before sliding along her backside to that new sweet spot of sensation.

“Come hard, sweetheart.” He held her so Cole had the perfect angle to sink his tongue inside her pussy.

Just as the storm was about to rain down on her, she felt Deacon’s finger breach the ring of muscle. There was an electric surge and then he was inside her ass, pumping his finger in and out of her while Cole pried her wide, flicking and sucking her clit.

She thrashed between them, riding the winds and the lightning of the storm. Deacon’s finger was foreign and taboo, but it felt so good. Too good.

She rocked back into it, sending it farther into her ass and then jerked her hips forward, getting the full heat of Cole’s tongue in her pussy.

“Oh God. Oh God. Hold me, Deac. Oh fuck,” she whimpered as the storm clouds unleashed a wicked torrent inside her body.

Cole pulled her knees to the widest points of his shoulders, thrusting his tongue deep in her walls as Deacon sank his finger all the way in her forbidden zone. She shook and pulsed. The orgasm coursed through her with violent jolts as she muffled the screams in her throat.

“Come harder, baby. Come so fucking hard.” Deacon pumped in and out of her ass. It was pleasure she’d never felt before. Something so erotic and freeing. Finding desire in a part of her body she had never tested.

“I can’t stop,” she pleaded. “I can’t…” It spiraled through her until she was exhausted and limp in Deacon’s arms.

When her body stilled, Cole put her feet on the floor and rose from between her legs.

He looked over her shoulder to Deacon, who kept her propped against his chest. She didn’t think she was capable of walking anymore.

“I think someone likes sharing.” He smiled at his friend.

Deacon kissed her neck. “I think so.”





16

Abby



She soaked in the hot bath longer than she ever had in her life. The suite had a computerized tub that would keep the water any temperature she wanted. The bubbles piled high around her. She rubbed her body. What was happening to her?

The guys were at lunch. A business lunch they promised was an obligation they couldn’t miss.

She didn’t know if it made her feel better or worse that they had left after what she had experienced with them.

It was intimate and erotic. Deacon had actually penetrated a part of her body no one else had touched. And Cole had looked her in the eyes and told her he wanted it. He actually wanted to be inside her ass.

She sank deeper in the tub. Holy hell. Things were out of control. Or were they finally in control?

She had something most women would kill for—Deacon Evans and Cole Rockford. The sexiest, most charming, wealthiest bachelors in Chicago. And they wanted her.

Nothing about what happened felt as if it had anything to do with the debt. She played it over and over, searching for signs or red flags, but she couldn’t find any. They had done nothing but given her pleasure. They didn’t ask for anything in return. They hadn’t even gotten undressed. They didn’t demand blowjobs. All they wanted was to make her feel good. Give her more passion and pleasure than most women received in a lifetime.

The bath felt good. She didn’t know if she was ready for this. Whatever this was.

There wasn’t time to talk before they had to rush out for the lunch meeting. She was barely able to talk. She had managed to make it to the oversized tub and figured out how to use the computer to set the water temperature.

They would be back in three hours.

Suddenly Abby wanted everything about her body to be perfect. She stood from the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her chest. She padded off to the bed and picked up the resort’s amenities’ listings, bound in a leather book. She scrolled through until she found the spa and beauty section. She smiled.

She pressed the numbers for the spa on the phone.

“Rapture Spa. How may I help you Mr. Evans?” the receptionist asked. Abby realized Deacon’s name must pop up first on the computer system.

“Hi. This is Abby Mantelli. I was wondering if I could schedule some spa services this afternoon.”

There was a long pause. “Oh, Ms. Mantelli. Anything. What can we do for you?”

Abby smiled. “I’d like a wax, mani-pedi, hair and makeup.” She tried to think if there was anything else. “Oh, and a facial. Maybe a massage if there is enough time.”

“Certainly. What time do you need to be ready?” the woman asked.

“I have three hours.”

“I’ll send an entire team to your suite in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” She couldn’t believe it.