Jacks: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 1) (7 page)

I flipped both taps on full blast in the lavish gold and white bathroom and dug frantically to my small handbag for my cell phone.

“Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!”

“No!” she said as soon as the call connected.

I flinched. “What you mean,
no
?”

I heard Melita hiss through her teeth.

“Well, I assume that you're calling me to ask me for a ride home because you are fixin' to chicken right the fuck out. Am I right?”

“Sort of? Melita —”

“Then, the answer is still no.”

“Melita," I whispered right into the cell phone microphone with my hand cupped around my mouth, “
I am in their hotel room!
"

A pause.

“They? As in, both of them?”

“Oh my God!” I moaned. I stared at my face in the enormous mirror, trying to see if I looked as crazy as I felt. But no, I had to admit I actually still looked pretty great. It's amazing how appearances can deceive.

“Well, that does change things.”

“Thank you! I can be downstairs in five minutes…”

“No, girl, I mean grab me some of those oatmeal soaps they got there in the bathroom. I love those things!”

“Melita!” I whined as loudly as I could without risking the Jacks hearing me in the next room.

“Brienne, you are bringing new meaning to the phrase ‘getting right back on the horse.’”

I shook my head, knuckling my forehead. How did I get here? Being with them was like a drug. I was not myself. The whole thing had been my idea, and I loved the way Owen’s eyes lit up when I coyly suggested we get a private room to continue talking.

As we strolled down the hallways together I felt pleasantly tipsy, but when Lyle smirked and opened the penthouse door with the key card he produced from his tuxedo breast pocket, suddenly I was as sober as I ever had been in my life. What had I just talked myself into?

Excusing myself to the bathroom to freshen up or whatever it is ladies are supposed to do in the bathroom, I honestly thought making a getaway was a possibility. But then again, I had to admit I was curious about the experiences that lay just behind that door.

“Just tell me one thing,” she said. “Are you absolutely sure this is something you
don't
want to do?”

"Well… No," I said, the truth of the word ringing in my ears.

"Well, good, because I couldn't come get you anyway.”

“What are you — oh my gosh, are you still with the cowboy?”

“Like a bronco buster!”

“Um, okay, wow.”

“Yeah, wow is right,” she agreed breathlessly.

"Does that mean your date was a success?” I asked as I slowly turned off one of the taps with trembling fingers.

I could hear the excitement in her rushed words. “Let me just ask you: do you believe in love at first sight?”

I stood up straight in the bathroom. Do I? I was not sure I believed in love at all anymore. But I couldn't say that.

“Hmm — I totally think that's possible,” I lied.

“Oh my gosh, Brienne, I am so glad to hear you say that. It's like… It's like a goddamn country song is what it's like. He opens doors for me and says ma'am like a proper cowboy and everything!”

I swallowed hard. “Melita, that is so awesome —”

“Oh, girl, I gotta go!”

My eyes burned like I wanted to cry. What was wrong with me?

“Go go go!”

“Okay love you bye!” she said in a loud whisper.

And the call disconnected. I was left standing there with one tap still running in the cold, echoing bathroom. What was I going to do?

You could go in there and admit this was all a big mistake. You got carried away.
You’re not the woman they think you are. You’re just Brienne.

But as soon as I crossed the threshold back into the other room I turned on like a light. Owen and Lyle both froze in mid-gesture and swiveled their heads toward me as I swished my satin dress a few steps toward the small, reflective table and dropped my handbag on it. The way they looked at me, it was so easy to slide right back into the role I had been playing all day. I felt a million times better than I had just moments ago, and all that doubt and fear seemed to evaporate.

“Thirsty?" Owen purred as his eyes swept me like a searchlight from top to bottom and shoulder to shoulder.

“I would love some water, thank you."

“You were really magnificent tonight,” Lyle said. “I am certainly glad you were on our team. You would have crushed us if we had been competing against you."

I shrugged just one shoulder, delighting in the way his eyes hungrily tracked that movement. They really didn’t hold back. Then again, they probably had never been turned down in their lives, for anything.

“Well, those questions weren't really that difficult. A couple of obscure ones, but they just happened to be things I knew. Nothing extraordinary about it.”

Owen handed me a fluted goblet filled with cool water. One side of his mouth was drawn up in an amused grin.

“Extraordinary people always say that.”

"Say what?” I said, sipping at the water gratefully. I could feel the cool, slightly sweet tendrils of it snaking through my torso and landing in my stomach.

“Right. The Dunning-Kruger Effect strikes again,” Lyle nodded with a chuckle.

"Oh, like how incompetent people think they're awesome and competent people always think they’ve failed?”

“Exactly. Your modesty is part of how brilliant you are.”

Brilliant. That’s me. Yup.

“Well then, what about you two? You seem pretty confident that you are at the top of everything,” I countered.

Lyle shrugged. “Well I suppose we are extraordinary in the way that ordinary rules of extraordinariness don't apply to us.”

I rolled my eyes theatrically.

“Ah yes, of course. How could I have assumed otherwise?”

“I would wager that you have never experienced anything like us,” Owen said in a close murmur as he slipped behind me, his breath tracing a line across my shoulder and the nape of my neck.

My body shivered deliciously. Owen stood at my back and I kept my eyes on Lyle who had dropped his smirk and was staring at me brazenly, his aquamarine eyes alight.

“You're probably right about that,” I agreed tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you like to?”

I shivered again. Though I knew what he meant, I wanted to hear it out loud. I wanted to hear the words in the room. I wanted proof that he wanted me. That they both wanted me.

Lyle left his seat by the window and crossed the low, textured carpet. His shirt had the top two buttons undone and his bowtie dangled, unknotted. He moved slowly and smoothly with a rolling gait, like a cat. I kept my eyes fixed on his.

“Would you?”

“Would I — what?” I whispered hoarsely.

Lyle smiled vaguely as his eyes traced the outline of my mouth. I watched his lips part and the shiny pink rim of the border of the interior of his mouth.

“Would you like to experience… Us?”

Get ready, bombshell.

“Yes,” I said, my voice ringing out clear and strong in the room.

So fast I barely knew it was happening, Lyle covered the distance between us with a single step, his hands rising to encircle my neck, his thumbs under my jaw, lifting my face toward him. At the same time, Owen came up behind me hard, aligning his body with mine and wrapping his hands around my waist, holding me.

Lyle's lips burnt against mine. He kissed me like he was hungry for me. Holding nothing back, he growled against my tongue, biting me lightly, sucking my tongue into his mouth while his brother bit against the back of my neck and pulled my hips hard against his pelvis.

I heard the zipper of my dress rolling swiftly down and hands were sliding the fabric off me. It fell to the floor with a sultry
whoosh
along with my strapless bra and then suddenly my arms were up, pinned over my head.

Lyle left me gasping as he broke the kiss and stood back. I opened my eyes in alarm, standing there with my arms raised like a real life version of the painting
Birth of Venus
. I wanted to reflexively cover myself but couldn’t move.

“Yes,” Lyle growled in a slow, throaty moan. “Get her panties, Owen.”

I flinched slightly, unsure if I was ready to be completely exposed.

“Don't do that," Lyle shook his head urgently. “Let me look at you. You’re gorgeous, Brienne. Let me see."

I set my jaw and took a deep breath, keeping my hands over my head as Owen dropped his to my sides, tracing a line from the outside of my breasts to my waist. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of my panties and dragged them swiftly over my hips and down to the floor. One by one I raised my feet so he could unhook the panties from my ankles and toss them away.

Lyle appraised to be like a predator looking over his prey. His eyes darted hungrily over every inch of me, circling my nipples and crisscrossing over my wide, full belly.

This is you. You can do this.

I refused to move. I posed like the Botticelli and let him see all of me.

Behind me, I heard the sound of Owen snapping his buttons open one by one. His trousers dropped on top of my crumpled dress.

Lyle's eyes half closed and his features thickened. His lips opened slightly as his fingers found the remaining buttons of his tuxedo shirt and undid them one by one while his gaze never left my skin. I crackled and buzzed all over, like an electric current was running over my entire body.

The wait was excruciating. I refused to falter. As Lyle opened his shirt I took that as an invitation to inspect him the same way that he had inspected me. His skin was smooth and undulated with the shape of the thick muscles beneath it. I watched his strong, manly fingers as they manipulated the buttons and then peeled the white cotton from his torso and dropped it on the sofa.

He cocked his head at me as his hands lingered on the closure of his trousers and a hungry grin opened his mouth. Silently he unfastened his pants and took them off, releasing a thick, substantial cock that was already half hard and eager.

I felt fingers trailing up the back of my calves, swiftly replaced by the warm, wet feeling of a tongue plunged into the furrow between my thighs. It circled the crease under my buttocks, laving generously back and forth in a warm, sensual bath. A shudder clenched my belly and rumbled through my torso and up my throat. I opened my mouth to let a low moan unfurl on my tongue.

“That sound,” Lyle said breathlessly, “is one of the sexiest things I have ever heard. When you did that at our building I almost had to have you right there.”

I should have been embarrassed but I couldn't be shy anymore as he walked toward me, his turgid cock bouncing with every step. All I could think was how I wanted him close to me. How I wanted to be drowning in this.

As his lips covered mine I let my arms fall over his head and clasped my hands behind his neck, dragging him closer to me. I arched my back and let my nipples draw a line up his torso, feeling them harden and pucker into points.

I closed my eyes. Hands circled my knees and pushed them open slightly as Owen's tongue plunged farther between my thighs, working upwards to the back of my sex.

Lyle's hands were everywhere. He grabbed handfuls of my shoulders, my waist, my breasts from underneath. With my eyes closed the sensation of two tongues on me and four hands massaging and manipulating unpredictable parts was overwhelming. I felt like I was caught in an undertow of sensations: a suffocating, confusing tsunami of desire and feeling.

On his knees behind me Owen groaned and growled as his tongue speared deeper and deeper into my swollen furrow. I felt his warm exploration of my entrance and then his tongue slid up and back, tracing the line between my buttocks, plunging into that part of me I had never let anyone touch before.

But I couldn't say no. A raging hunger gaped inside of me and I could only satisfy it by having every sensation, all at once. I sucked hungrily at Lyle's mouth, my fingers locked behind his neck, pinning him to my body. I could feel his erection swelling desperately against my thigh. He shifted back and it bounced straight upward. He slammed back against me, trapping his hard cock between us.

The room filled with sounds of licking, sucking, moaning, and groaning so fast that I couldn't tell who made what sound. I felt a warm, exploratory circle of pleasure around my back entrance and commanded myself not to flinch away. I wanted more of that. Forcing my thighs to relax, I pivoted my hips slightly backward as an invitation.

Owen tongued my dark entrance greedily. I felt him enter me tentatively, spearing into me three times in a row. Then I heard the plastic squeak of a bottle being opened and a warm deluge of lubricant trickled generously down between my buttocks.

“You are perfect,” Lyle groaned into my mouth as Owen stood up behind me.

I could feel Owen's hands sliding around to circle my waist while Lyle kept my mouth and breasts twitching with desire from the front. Owen grabbed two ample handholds of my hips and squeezed as his huge cock slid up and down where his tongue had just been.