The Bullion Brothers: Billionaire triplet brothers interracial menage (3 page)

He was playing with me. I tried hard not to like it. I hate it when men do that. I reminded myself so. Repeatedly.

He continued, “Maya, I see someone who needs to be loved and
 
who wants to be needed. Someone born to care and be cared for. Someone to protect. Someone made for nurturing.”

I watched his eyes. Was that a sardonic twinkle or was he being sincere. I had no way to tell. My teeth clenched. My eyes were fixed on his strong, broad chest. I was trying to take in what he was saying.

He said, “I’ve been looking a long time, Maya. Hunting, you might say. I need a woman like you. My family needs a beautiful woman, exactly like you, Maya.”

I was flustered. I didn’t know how to respond. His words made me tingle and thrum inside, but I couldn’t process his meaning. And still I hadn’t registered who he was or put his obvious wealth, his wry smile and his scorching hot bod together to identify his lethal reputation. I peered into his eyes.

Not knowing what to do and playing for time, I changed the subject and said, “Listen, I’m sorry I ran off like that on Thursday. I really didn’t mean to be rude.” The relaxation pulled out of his look and his face tightened back up.

He said, “Funny. That’s exactly what I was going to say. I looked for you, but something came up and unfortunately I had to leave. I’m so very sorry.” I thought about the two big, dark shadows of men that slipped into the back of his Bentley. “And I’m so glad now, to have found you again.”

As he said that, his eyes shone with an intensity that shook me. His eyes sparkled, and crinkled in the corners. His strong, white teeth shone above his perfectly cleft chin. A girl could get herself into a whole lot of trouble looking at a man like this.

A very large piece of pie arrived, along with my latte. I said, “Aren’t you having anything?”

He said, “I had a late brunch on the boat.”

“Is your boat going to be OK out there in the middle of the Hudson?”

“It’s a big boat, it can take care of itself. Besides, it’s not my boat.”

“Really?”

“Strictly speaking, no. A smart man said, ‘always rent if it flies… or floats.’” I caught his hesitation. I said,

“
Flies, floats or fucks
, wasn’t it?”

He smiled and said,

“I only apply it to machines and vehicles.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yes.” His grin was so mischievous it made me want to do something very wicked. He said, “The man who said that had an insatiable appetite for Japanese girls. Beautiful girls to whom he was wildly generous and permanently unattached.”

“Are you permanently unattached, then?”

“Not permanently, I hope.” Now I couldn’t tell whether he was playing or not. I was even more infuriated by his grin as it left. It wasn’t easy to tell whether it had actually grown more infuriating before it melted away, or whether the effort of not slapping him was just getting too much for me.
 

The pie had that perfect pastry base that dissolves on contact with warmth and moisture. The sweet pastry and sharp lemon was a heavenly balance with the crumbly cloud of meringue. His attention was rapt as he watched me eat. In spite of my
 
protest, the pie did make me feel a whole lot better.
 

A last triangular piece of lemon pastry sat among golden crumbs on the plate. He said, “You should finish it. It’s doing you good.” I wanted it, but I also wanted to show some restraint. To myself as much as to him.

“Really, I’ve had enough.”

“Mm. Enough is as good as a feast?”

“Sure.”

“But there’s nothing wrong with an occasional feast.” He picked the little triangle up with his fingers. His nostrils flared as he lifted it and inhaled. His eyes flashed as he held the scrummy morsel towards me.

I tried not to lean forwards. I didn’t succeed. My lips parted and I leaned towards the little treat. It was still just out of reach. He held it nearer, moved it between my lips. Popped it into my mouth.
 

As the sweet pastry melted, his strong fingers gently traced my tingling lips. His tongue moistened his own lips as he watched me eat that sweet scrap. Our eyes stayed locked on each other’s as I felt his fingers, still on the plush pillow of my lower lip.

My heart pounded as he watched me, as the sweet meringue and tangy lemon flavor melted away in my wet mouth. When I swallowed, I tilted my head slightly, slid my lips over the top joints of his fingers, drew them into my mouth, licked and suckled them.

His eyes burned as they lingered on my lips. “I’m a man of very special needs, Maya. The three of us are, as you probably know.”

“Three of you?” Something scratched at the back of my mind but I still hadn’t put two and two together. Or one and three, as it would be in his case.
 

His eyebrow lifted and a trace of a real smile lit through his eyes. “You don’t know. You really don’t know, do you.”

“Know what?” but in the stubborn dimness, a picture was emerging in my head. When he said, ‘Three of us,’ that opened a door and I began to recall some headlines.

Most of them were about high finance deals. Mergers and acquisitions by the ‘Bullion brains,’ or the ‘golden triplets.’ I’d only seen those in passing.
 

What I did recall were stories about a gorgeous young actresses. Pictures of Oscar nominees with makeup wiped and smeared across their faces, most of their clothes ripped or missing in action.

I remembered a YouTube clip where a rockstar singer called them, ‘the trio from Hell.’ The faraway look and the mist in her eyes had told a different story, though.

My face must have shown that I recognised him and that the penny had dropped. A look of loss pulled down the corners of his eyes. An empty feeling opened up in the pit of my stomach.

His voice was firm and he stretched his hand across the table, palm up. “What they say,” his lips were tight, “It’s true.”

My stomach whirled my emotions like a blender that was switched abruptly to ‘blitz.’ It made no sense for me to feel so much and so suddenly. There was almost no attachment between us.

“You’re…” my voice shook.

“Go on,” he said, almost snarling, “Say it.”

I looked back, horror-struck.

“SAY it!”

“You’re Crane Bullion.”

We were from different worlds. Our meeting at all was just a highly unlikely, fleeting accident. I shouldn’t have imagined, not ever, that there was anything at all to connect me to him. Or him to me.

In fact I didn’t think that I had imagined anything between us. Nothing beyond two people in a café. Not until it was all snatched away.

His face hardened. He said, “It’s true.”

I sighed. He groaned.

The chairs scraped and fell behind us as we both jumped to our feet. Crane swept away the table and the plates and cutlery clattered to the stone floor. The waiter appeared and we had to part.

With impeccably pleasant manners, Crane gave the waiter a warm smile but his voice was a firm rumble as he said, “Would you kindly fuck off.” And off he kindly fucked.

Our mouths were inches apart. I tasted his breath. Our lips poised. Mine trembled. I drowned in his eyes as mine closed. Hesitantly our lips connected. Our tongues touched and a thousand flashbulbs went off inside me.

Our breath entwined. Our mouths bound us and explored. The touch of his tongue awoke mine and we were a single sinew, a mindless passion in flesh.

The silky skin of his mobile lips infused me with a dark, thrilling taste. His hand caressed my neck, my throat, my jaw. Then my lips.

My body rammed against Crane’s, my hips ground into him as he slipped his fingers from my mouth, and his lips met mine again. First we kissed softly, then hungrily, wet and forcefully, and my ass suddenly stung and shook as he slapped it, hard.

I devoured his tongue and I melted into him in a shuddering torrent of longing. His fingers stroked my neck in a soft, fluttering caress as his other hand slapped me again and I whimpered and pressed my tongue onto his, pushing our mouths to a deeper seal. I pressed so tightly against him, and he was so strong. I dissolved.

“Crane,” I looked at him, with all the sobriety that I could muster, while my knees shook and the wet heat between my thighs was insistent. It didn’t seem like enough seriousness, but it was all that I had, “I’m just coming out of a relationship, and I’m really not ready for another one yet.”

“When you’re ready is the one time that good things never come along.”

“Are you a good thing, Crane?”

“Good is one of the things that I can be. You might remember some of the other things from the press.”

“OK, so you are still the kind of a guy that will do anything to fuck a girl until he’s had her, and then he doesn’t want to know her anymore?”

“Absolutely not.” I couldn’t trust his eyes. However much I wanted to. “Why would you think that?” His eyebrow arched.

“I don’t. I… I don’t know, I just want to check, Crane. Because, if you were then that would be a real pisser and we should fast-forward.”

“We should fast forward to where you tell me what an ass I am and leave me watching your fabulous ass depart with your finger in the air?”

“Mm, maybe not quite that far.” He wanted to play, I could play, too. “Maybe just before that,” I bit my lip, “to the part where we fuck.”

His face creased into a dark scowl. The look he gave me was so pained, I couldn’t bear it. And I’d made such an idiot of myself. I blustered, feeling hopeless and humiliated,
 

“You don’t… What do you think… I mean,” I couldn’t stand it. “Oh, look, I have to go.”

I turned and made for the door, almost crashing into a table on the way. How could I have made such a horrible mess of something that could have been… what
could
it have been?

What could it ever have been with me around to trash it? Maybe I had screwed things up with Petroc in some way, maybe it was me and not him. Maybe… maybe I should get out of there and jump in the the damn…

“WAIT”

I told myself,
don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t allow yourself to be played and made a fool of. Not twice in two days. Go. GO!
I stopped. I stood absolutely, obediently still and I waited for him. The world seemed to fall silent as I waited, frozen, rooted to the spot. I waited as the turmoil inside me swirled louder and every part of me clenched.

I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck, and as his dark, musty scent drifted into my nostrils, I quaked. My knees almost gave way, as his dark voice breathed into my ear, “Come with me.”

The launch waited, bobbing by the marina quayside. We stepped into the deck at the back, and I saw a big, dark silhouette in the wheelhouse. Crane didn’t say a word, and we stood in the back as the boat took us out into the river to the huge yacht that brooded in the middle of the Hudson.

Crane led me aboard the yacht and inside. We went down wide steps into the sunken levels of a dark lounge. He led me across a thick, brown carpet to the middle of the floor. He held me by my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I trembled.

“Maya, I have a proposition for you.”

Whatever I might have expected him to say, that wasn’t it.

“Can you stand it if I ask you something very shocking?”

I had sudden panic as I realized just how far away we were from the shore. Out on a boat, there was nobody to see or hear what might happen to you. Maybe I shouldn’t have come onto this boat.

Whatever might happen to me out here, just a few hundred feet from the shore, nobody would ever know.

“Derrick came very close to you this morning in the park.” He could not be serious. He surely didn’t expect me to believe that ragged, homeless man was his brother. That was too ridiculous. “Are you ready to meet him again, Maya?”

I didn’t know what to say. As I drew a breath I heard a sound and I turned, then I shrieked as I jolted back. I leapt into Crane’s arms, my head turned and my eyes wide. From the far sides of the room, the other two huge, golden-brown haired brothers padded slowly towards us.

Their smiles were broad and their arms were open as they approached. I clung so tight to Crane’s chest my fingers clutched and pulled on his soft shirt. My pulse thumped and I whispered, “Crane!” as I shook against his hard trunk.

The brothers came closer and I jumped against Derrick, making him hold me. I threw my arms around him, pressed against his huge, strong body. My round, quivering ass felt small as his huge hand pulled me tight to him. My pants were hot and wet and I trembled all over. He held me tight as I clung to him. Then he looked in my eye.
 

His voice was firm and insistent. “Calm yourself now.” He set me on my feet in front of him. I jumped to grab Hawser. I planted a kiss on his strong lips and he held me tight. My body trembled against his.

Crane’s thick, dark voice made my thighs vibrate. “Derrick, Hawser and I,” the other two brothers eyes blazed at me. Their dark eyes shone the color of treacle.

Derrick’s mouth opened, “Who’s been stepping on my yacht?” his booming voice made me damp in my panties.

Hawser pressed closer and I felt his strong thighs against my legs. I trembled as the nearness of him warmed the insides of my thighs. I pressed back against Crane as the heat rose and my juices welled inside my skirt. My body vibrated as his warmth heated my crotch. Hawser grinned as he said, “Who’s been perfuming
my
cabin?”

I was hot and obscenely wet down there. The three brothers stood a half a pace back. Their heavy heads lifted and they grinned with a mischief that made me tremble. And I remembered they are so dangerous. Crane’s hands held my shoulders.

From behind me he said, “Now that we’re all reacquainted, let me leave you together for a moment.” And he left me. Alone with hs two gorgeous brothers. He went through a door and was gone.

The air was thick with a strong, hot, feral scent that had a sweetness all of its own. The room itself had a delicate fragrance, like sandalwood or incense. I breathed heavily, my heart ponded, but I remained as I had been told. Briefly I wondered about what I had let myself in for, but a kind of calm seeped through me.