Jokers: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 2) (4 page)

“The double handjob thing sure seemed pretty powerful,” Lyle quipped, though I could hear real admiration in his voice.

“Now, don't be modest,” Owen said in a low voice, his aquamarine eyes tracing loops over my bare collarbones. I stood up straighter under his gaze.

“No, really,” I protested. “In college I had to study and everything, while other people just seemed to pull it all out of the air. I make a pretty good cappuccino, if that counts as a talent.”

“You do; that's true,” Owen nodded and gave me an affectionate wink.

I kept his gaze, raising my eyebrows expectantly so he would know I was not giving up. Google didn’t mention any kind of superpowers. After all the articles that had been written about them I was deliciously eager to know something no one else did.

“So what's this secret power that Lyle is hinting about??”

Owen tried to look away again and I stood fast and simply watched him. I was pretty sure that if I just waited him out he would feel compelled to answer me.

I was starting to notice little differences between them. Though they both came across as forthright and bordering on aggressively earnest, Lyle had a little bit more of a cagey style while Owen seemed to be attracted to more empathetic modes of expression. Whereas I figured Lyle would delight in not giving into my stare, somehow I believed Owen would feel honor-bound to answer.

Charmingly, they both seemed intent on being the cleverest man in the room, and I delighted at watching their secret banter and competition. They had slightly different ways of going about it which I hadn't really parsed at the beginning. Now it was becoming more distinct, like a melody/counter-melody in a musical composition. They were in tune with each other. I had a hard time imagining one without the other.

Imagining them both together, though… I’m getting really good at that.

Owen still wasn't answering and so I still wasn't moving. Finally he rolled his head toward me with an exasperated expression as though he simply couldn't resist any longer.

“Okay, complete disclosure,” he offered.

I nodded once to indicate that was all right with me.

“I can Google.”

I waited.

He shrugged. “There you have it.”

I glanced over at Lyle who had leaned avidly forward with his elbows perched on his knees. His mouth was twisted into a sideways grin.

“Okay. You can Google. I can also Google.”

I Googled you, buddy. And what a treasure trove I found. Sounds dirty… Googling somebody. Oh please, Bree…. Focus!!

“Yeah… You're probably thinking that everybody can Google,” Lyle explained with an eager light in his eyes. “But you have not experienced the Google Fu that is Owen's ability to search and —”

“—To search,” Owen interrupted.

“Okay…” I started slowly, just beginning to get the point. “This is something I probably don't understand the scope of, right? When you say ‘search,’ you're not just talking about looking up delivery hours for the closest pizza joint, are you?”

Lyle stood, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket and grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh no no no,” he asserted. “He's more talking about being able to find out your favorite pizza toppings and track your movements and relationship changes with regard to your ordering habits over the last six months.”

My eyebrows went up. Owen still wasn't looking at me though.

“Oh is that so?”

Owen shrugged. “There's an amazing amount of data available on every person, thing, business... everywhere,” he said. “If you're looking for something, there's probably a way to find it, no matter what it is.”

“Not everybody can put it together, though,” Lyle added, and the admiration was plain in his voice. I tried to hide my smile at that sweet display of brotherly affection. “Owen’s  power is drawing actual intelligence out of what everybody else just thinks is background noise.”

“Oh really?” I sing-songed. “For instance, if I had successfully completed an obscure fellowship and yet never pursued that line of work… You could find that out?”

Lyle bark-laughed. “Child's play!” he exclaimed.

“Well, to be honest, I wasn't trying to data harvest on you, in particular,” Owen said in a low and adorably sheepish tone of voice. “I actually was looking for the recipients of that fellowship and a couple others like it. To be frank, I was surprised at where I found you.”

I felt my head tipping sideways like a puppy who had just heard something important and not entirely understood what it meant.

“You found me,” I said, not as a question but as a statement.

He nodded slowly.

“You found me on purpose.”

His aquamarine eyes went sparkly with curiosity.

“You came into the coffee shop nearly every day without ever telling me what you knew about me. Just to… what? Observe me?”

Owen winced as though insulted.

“Well, no, nothing that clinical… I mean I was curious about you —”

“How do I feel about that?” I asked mostly to myself.

Lyle shrugged as though the answer was obvious.

“You feel
awesome
about that. Check it out: some random data harvesting superhero sought you out, and then found you so addictive that he lied to his own brother in order to try to keep you for himself.”

Oh, that happened?

I glanced between the two of them one by one, trying to piece together the silent communication that they were shooting back and forth at each other. Even without the blaring country music of the bar where I had first seen them both together, it was almost impossible to ascertain the content of their subsonic conversation. All I could tell was that it was happening, and that it was intense.

“Keep me for himself?”

From their reactions, I could tell that this was the key piece of data that unlocked their exchange. Apparently, keeping secrets from each other was not something they did. Or perhaps it was keeping women from each other? Did they always… Share? Were they really symbiotic after all?

“Would keeping me for himself have been a bad thing?” I asked in as even a tone as possible. I didn't want to seem as though I was judging their answer in advance. But I very much wanted to know the answer.

“Well, yes that would've been a bad thing," Lyle said with a thoughtful nod.

“Yes, it would've been a bad thing,” Owen agreed as though he was admitting a transgression. “It seems a little early to have this conversation, however.”

“I don't think so,” I said quickly. “I think this is a great time to have this conversation.”

“Can we have this conversation while lying down?” Lyle suggested with a shrug.

“Let's just say… There are ways in which we diverge from most men that you have probably met. I'm not saying we can't talk about it… I would just like to table this conversation for another time. Sometimes things can't be rushed.”

Things can't be rushed… Is this his version of going slow?

Disappointment curled up all sour on my tongue and I washed that away with another drink of the sunny liquid in my glass.

“Go slow… All right,” I said with a phony easy-going shrug and a sigh. “But just to be sure we are on the same page, should I assume that you two are also on the ‘same page’ now? And that page is… Me?”

Lyle smiled broadly. “Now you're getting it.”

Owen nodded. A playful smile flashed across his face. “I can say with confidence that's a fair statement.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically as if to say,
Well, boys will be boys after all
.
It must be pretty weird to be boys who can buy and sell half of Chicago and know they got the good half, though.

“All right then, let's get down to business,” I said, reaching for my handbag in the proposal inside it.

Owen swooped toward me gracefully and swept me into his arms before I could reach my purse. His face dove into the mound of my cleavage, his tongue spearing the furrow between my breasts so suddenly that it took my breath away. I was off-balance and gasping in his arms as he mouthed the mounds of the tops of my breasts.

“God, I thought you would never ask,” Lyle said from close behind me. His hand traced the line of the back of my dress and I shuddered immediately. My handbag and the proposal inside it would simply have to wait.

"So, is there a bed somewhere in this penthouse?”

Almost before the words were out of my mouth Owen had hoisted me over one shoulder and was running to another corner of the penthouse. Lyle stripped off his tie as he trotted behind us and I tried to catch my breath, giggling as I held onto Owen’s flexing buttocks, hoping I wouldn't slide off his shoulder and land like a sack full of bulldogs on the floor somewhere along the way.

It had only been less than 18 hours since the last time, and I was hungrier than ever. I held my arms out and let Owen unzip my dress and Lyle pull it from my shoulders. My fingers found the buttons on each of their shirts and snapped them open one by one as though I had ever done that sort of thing before. In the space of about 20 seconds somehow we were all naked at the foot of the biggest king-size bed I'd ever seen.

Holding them each back from me with my fingertips on their chests I strode slowly to the bed, enjoying the feeling of every undulation and ripple of my flesh over my frame as I walked. I could tell by the way their cocks were instantly at attention that I had their unmitigated appreciation.

I could get used to this kind of thing. Hell, I could get addicted to it.

I crawled slowly up the foot of the bed knowing that they were getting a full view of my wide, curvy ass and not even minding that every secret part of me was vividly on display to them. As far as I concerned this was a pretty good arrangement. I could lease myself to them like real estate. As long as they behaved themselves, we were going to get along just fine.

I looked over my shoulder as Lyle crawled up the bed behind me, then Owen followed suit on my other side. Flipping around when I hit the pillows, I rolled to my backside and opened my legs as Owen approached.

He diverted his course slightly and crawled up between my thighs, his eyes fixed on my sex.

"God, you're beautiful,” he sighed as he stared at me openly. I looked at him curiously and waited for my normal cringe reflex to kick in but it didn't. I wanted to see him, seeing me. I want to see his eyes go heavy as he inhaled me. His lips parted slowly and I could feel his breath tickling my tender flesh.

“Yes, like that,” Lyle growled at his brother. Even as I was growing accustomed to the way they gave each other coaching and commands it still struck me as strangely endearing to see brothers expressing a sort of intimacy I've never even thought about before.

Lyle was both directing him and cheering him on with no sense of bitterness or jealousy in his voice at all. I realized that what they had said earlier was probably true: keeping me for himself would have been a transgression but enjoying me in the full view of his brother was not.

“Let me get behind her,” Lyle said as he slipped his legs behind me so that I rested my head and shoulders against his chest. I arched my back slightly and rubbed it slowly across his erection between my shoulder blades. Immediately he started to gently thrust and stroke his hard-on against me.

Owen didn't move, but watched his brother until he was settled, and then began to move in. I felt his breath more strongly on my exposed, shaven lips. It was like a cool breeze across my drenched furrow.

Lyle slipped his hands underneath my heavy breasts, cupping the weight of them in each of his palms. He seemed happy and satisfied by that abundant handful and kneaded and pushed them together.

“You have the most gorgeous breasts,” he growled into my ear as Owen began placing tiny bites at the inside of my thighs. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about these. That's how I found you the dress; I knew exactly how I wanted to see these.”

“You did a beautiful job,” I sighed as Owen's tongue began lapping up and down the seam of my thigh where it met my vulva.

“Oh, I could do better than that,” Lyle promised as his tongue darted hotly into my ear. “I can absolutely adore these tits.”

As Lyle twisted and plucked my nipples into points, Owen buried his face between my legs. Suddenly licking and sucking at my lips wildly, he plunged his tongue into my sex with a complete abandon.

I pulled my knees back further to expose everything to him. I wanted him everywhere on me, in me, around me. I didn't want to hold anything back. His tongue swirled in circles, tracing the same path that had brought me to orgasm earlier. But this time I was ready for him. With Lyle's hands kneading my body and his chest supporting my weight, I let the impending orgasm flow through me and center itself just above Owen's nose.

Owen's hand snaked around my thighs and grabbed handfuls while his mouth stroked me up and down. My hips began to grind against his face in urgent circles. He moaned against my swollen clit, the vibrations traveling through my bones and up my spine. In moments I was arching my back and riding his face like my life depended on it.

I needed to come. I heard myself moaning and grunting like a feral animal. And was vaguely glad for Lyle's hands that kept me from thrashing all over the bed as I came and came and came all over Owen’s greedy lips.

“Turn her over,” I heard Owen say vaguely as my ears filled with the white noise of waterfall or tidal wave. I could only submit as their hands maneuvered me onto all fours.

Owen’s thighs were behind my thighs and I felt him guide himself with his hand and line up the huge head of his cock against my pussy. He slid it back and forth through the mixture of saliva and my juices that drenched me, moaning with anticipation.

Lyle flipped over and underneath me to position his hard-on beneath my swinging, heavy breasts. I held myself up on the heels of my hands as he got himself arranged so that his cock was between my breasts. Then his hands mashed them together, trapping his cock between them.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Lyle grunted as he stroked himself between my breasts. Somehow the feeling of his velvety shaft between my tits was incredibly intense. I swelled with pride to know that these boobs that I just carried around with me every day and did not pay a lot of attention to could create such a reaction in his animal side.

Owen slipped a hand around my belly to steady me and grabbed a handful of my hip. Then in one motion he entered me all the way up to the hilt. I sucked in my breath and pushed forward inadvertently, dragging my tits over Lyle's waist.

“Oh fuck, Bree,” Lyle grunted. “Fuck, you're going to make me come in seconds!”

“Yes, baby,” I commanded him. “Come on my tits!”

Owen growled behind me and began plunging himself balls-deep. I realized that everything that I said to Lyle traveled through him and through Owen too.

I had one cock between my tits and another cock buried to the hilt in my pussy, and we all moved together in a beautifully timed rocking motion. I could satisfy them both with my body and for a moment I forgot to be turned on.

Instead I started watching them: the way they groaned and their eyes rolled up in their heads. The way that they threw themselves against my body with the absolute confidence that I would give them pleasure. The way the three of us fit together like puzzle pieces that had always been intended to be this way.

Lyle's hands pushed my tits together and he began to buck his hips up, thrusting deeply into the trench. I stuck my tongue out and dragged a line of saliva across the head of his cock every time he got close to my chin.

He sucked his breath in and groaned. I knew that if I rolled my hips in circles and ran my tongue in simultaneous circles around the head of Lyle's cock that I could make them both come at once. Now I was on a mission.

Clenching my pussy walls together suddenly, I began to circle my hips in tight little motions. As soon as I heard Owen’s desperate growl, I knew he was getting close. I could feel the base of his cock expanding as he tried to jam himself completely into my now clamped-down pussy.

At the same time the next appearance of Lyle's cock head went right into my lips. I fluttered my tongue along the sensitive slit at the tip and sucked the salty juice from him, then swirled my tongue around the outside ridge of his head. His hips bucked hard underneath me and he shoved himself into my face three times in fast succession.

I almost wanted to smile or giggle with delight at how well I was able to bring both of them right to the edge. I had no idea I was so fucking good at this! But instead I stayed where I was, circling my hips like a mad woman, sucking Lyle's cock like a fucking pro.

And just as I predicted they both came at the same time. Owen shoved into me with a last, majestic thrust, sending me up and up the length of Lyle's cock in a fast motion that seem to squeeze the come out of him. It shot out in ropey, creamy arcs that splattered across the tops of my breasts.

Lyle opened his eyes to watch, his expression slack with awe and satisfaction. Taking a chance that this was protocol, I used one hand to smear his cum all over my skin and thrilled to watch his eyes widen with delight.

Owen fell across my back panting and heaving. His hips were hot and sweaty against mine and I arched my back and rolled against his furry torso, loving the way that our sticky union felt between us. Slowly I lowered myself against Lyle's chest and we all laid there for a few sweaty, panting minutes as our bodies came down from the clouds.

It's like heaven in here. I can't remember ever feeling this satisfied.

I heard Lyle's breath becoming slower and deeper and realized that we were all going to be sleeping, still connected, and possibly waking up glued in place if I didn't do something. I started stroking her hair on Lyle's chest to keep myself awake.

“You want to hear my proposal now?”

Owen kissed the back of my hair and squeezed my shoulder. I could feel him slipping away.

“Owen? I think you'll like this. Hold on for just a second.”

Wriggling as carefully as possible, I disengaged myself from Owen and pulled my sticky breasts off of Lyle's chest. I scooted to the end of the bed and glanced back at them. By the look of them I only had a few seconds before they were too unconscious to even hear me.

This is important. Don't let this slip away.

I jogged on my tiptoes back to the entrance way and my handbag. Snapping it open I pulled the papers out and skimmed over them again quickly.

I rustled the papers in my hand as I stood at the foot of the bed, watching them carefully for signs. Owen sort of shrugged and reached back to scratch his hip.

“So, as you know I have a history, ha ha, with medieval art research. I believe that I could easily into managing a contemporary art collection…”

Lyle pushed himself up on one elbow and squinted at me sleepily.

“Bree, honey…”

“Oh. I'm glad you're listening,” I said in a rush, too loudly so that I could keep whatever remained of Owen's attention. “I thought I lost you for a second there.”

“Can we do this in the morning?”

I shifted my weight to one hip and perched my hand on my waist.

“This was our deal, Lyle,” I reminded him, bringing back my sassy tone of voice. "You asked me to write a proposal and I've written one.”

Owen groaned and flopped onto his back. I bit back a smirk as his glistening member flipped to the other side.

“Ugh, she has a point,” he moaned at the ceiling.

“She has
great
points,” Lyle shot back. “That's why I'm so damn tired. Can't we just have a breakfast meeting or something?”

I just stood there glaring at them. I figured if they didn't pay attention to me soon I could start doing something really obnoxious, but I hope to didn't come to that.

I'm going to count to 30…

I heard Owen's breath sighing out his nostrils. He pushed himself up on both elbows and stared at me with raised eyebrows.

“You're not giving up, are you?”

I pursed my lips and shook my head tightly.

Owen flicked his fingertips against Lyle's chest with increasing intensity until Lyle swatted his hand away.

“Geez, wow! What the hell, man?”

Owen gestured at me with his finger. “Pay attention. It's the only way we're going to get any sleep tonight.”

“Fine,” Lyle moaned. He pushed himself up on one elbow and rested his head on his fist, yawning like a zoo lion. The picture of them from the tiger nursery sprang up in my head and I batted it away. Each of them cradled a newborn cub in their arms while dressed in hospital scrubs. That was just too damn cute. How was I supposed to switch to business gears with all that cuteness in the way?

“Go on, then. We're all ears.”

I stood there for just a couple seconds more to make sure that I had their full attention. Then I took a deep breath and began again.

“So, when you introduced me to Doug Kimball I didn't realize how extensive your collection of modern art was. According to Google,” I waved the list I had printed with a flourish, “it’s a lot. An impressive lot. I don't know if you have a curator, but I think I could add a lot of value there.”

Owen raised his eyebrows. “And?”

I shifted uneasily. “Well, yes. Do you have a curator already?”

“Of course we have a curator,” Lyle said.

I chewed the inside of my lip.

Why didn't I think of that? Of course they do.

“Is it… Are you happy with them? Because I really think that —”