The Prospect (6 page)

“If you don’t like
the idea of keeping the money, you can always spend it on your favorite
charity, or something,” Jason cut in, already sounding somewhat bored –
though she could tell that might just be a ruse. Weren’t they sharp-minded
businessmen, who knew how to drive a bargain? “Look, Bea, we’ve made our play.
I think it’s time you made yours. We want you. I don’t think we’ve ever wanted
a woman this much. But we’re not going to spend all night talking you into
this. Especially when we know that this could be as much for your pleasure as
ours.”

Oh yeah, Bea
thought, inwardly pissed off. Why he really was a cocky lad, she fumed. So,
they were so sure about themselves, huh? Well, it seemed they didn’t know about
her
iron-clad
control. Bea never let her body rule her
actions. That’s why she’d stayed celibate a whole year despite the pressure
from attractive enough would-be sexual candidates. Maybe it was time these two
studs were taken down a peg or two to show them they weren’t all that. And she
was the one to show them.

Dumping her napkin,
she tilted her chin up at them both. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

She could have
sworn their lips tilted slightly in triumph, but it was too fleeting to be
sure. She drew in a breath as Ryan gestured for the tab.

Outside, as their
sleek, gleaming chauffeured black Maybach stopped in front of them, Bea was
already regretting her decision. Hadn’t she been spontaneous for one night, for
agreeing to the date in the first place? Now, she was about to be driven off
alone with these two near-strangers. What if they were serial killers, who’ll
rape her and then dump her body somewhere? They were rich enough to be able to
cover their tracks well. And what if…

“Bea?”
Ryan’s deep, Scotsman’s accent cut through her irrational fears.
“After you.”

Bea swallowed, as
Jason went in on the other side. Ryan tipped a brow at her as he waited for her
to go in before him into the powerfully expensive automobile. This was her last
chance, she knew, to run for it.

“Thank you,” she
said with as slightly quavering smile, before sliding into the luxuriant
interior.
No going back now…

Chapter Five

This is going to be
the easiest two hundred grand I’ll ever make, Bea thought smugly, as she walked
with them into their palatial suite.

It was quite
impressive, no gainsaying that. In fact, she’d never been in anything so
opulent. At least sectioned off into five rooms, the suite was massive,
opulent, and truly gorgeous. Two walls in the living room section were just
windows, giving a panoramic view of the city beyond. Eye catching, she thought,
telling herself not to be bowled over by all the grandeur. Being alone with
these two was overwhelming enough without going gaga over their beauteous
surroundings.

She turned to face
them, just as Ryan shut the door behind him, and Jason went to the elegantly
appointed bar to pour out drinks.

“So…how does this
work?” she murmured, placing her shawl and purse on a couch nearby. “What
exactly gets to happen in the five minutes?”

Jason chuckled,
handling his elder brother a glass, before coming to give her one, too. “Whoa.
Is the timer off already?” he teased, surprising her. It was the first time
she’d seen him
relax
or act jovial all night. It was
like, now that she was here, he could be himself. She felt stunned by his
gorgeous smile as their fingers brushed round the glass. He turned away to get
his own drink waiting on the bar’s polished surface.

“Why don’t you sit
down, Bea?” Ryan asked, that tilt to his smile ever present.

“Sit down?” she
croaked, looking back at the spacious couch behind her dubiously.

“Or if you’d rather
we take it to the
bedroom…,”
he suggested, and she
gritted her teeth at the teasing note in his voice. Schooling her features, she
primly took her seat without a word.

Taking a sip from
her glass and realizing it was some sort of brandy – very crisp and
flowing deliciously down her throat, she strove to stay calm. Just a few more
minutes, and…

Ryan sat on her
left, and Jason on her right. She managed to seize two gulps of the liquor
before it was gently retrieved by Jason and placed on the nearby coffee table.
Perhaps each one realized there was little need – or time, for more
words. Reaching out to pinch her chin in his thumb and forefinger, Ryan was the
first to lean forward and take her lips.

Okay.
Bea rushed in a breath at the first touch of Ryan’s
mouth, and found herself rampaged by tongue.
Sweet, hot, and
sexily moist tongue.
He dove into her like a rogue pirate ready to claim
his spoils. She was hell-bent on resisting, however, and didn’t give her tongue
in return. But hmm, he did taste like heaven would, she mused, easing into his
kiss and letting him take what he would. He groaned against her lips, crushing
them harder against his. Bea’s heart began to pound alarmingly. The heat and
sweetness was climbing; in seconds, she felt the strangest thrumming in between
her legs just as Ryan plucked wetly on her bottom lip.
Oh lord
.

She could feel
Jason draw closer on her other side. They’d never really explained how the time
would go, and it served her right for not making ground rules first. Would she
have to contend with both of them, or…?

Even before she
could contemplate this, she felt Jason take her hand. She had no chance to
demure as Ryan’s fingers on her chin kept her insistently turned to him. She
was gasping into his mouth just at the same time that Jason placed her hand on
his cock. Holy fuck! It felt huge beneath her fingers and even beneath the
fabric of his dress pants. He rode her fingers over the solidly wedged length,
and she shuddered against Ryan’s powerfully deep kiss.

Desperately, she
broke away, snatching her hand from the tempting hardness beneath. Why the hell
was she panting so hard? She really shouldn’t have let them overwhelm her so
easily. She almost made to skip to her feet. “I need to go,” she blurted
breathlessly.

“One more minute,”
Jason crooned, his fingers in her hair gently tugging her to meet his waiting
lips.
For the love of
God.
What gave these men the right to taste so good? Her lips merged
with Jason’s and he used the same bone-melting device, just more pliant and
tender. He didn’t go the rough route like Ryan; he chose to render her
powerless in a different way.
Soft, sensitive, giving more
than taking.
Bea purred all the more. And purred even harder when Ryan
slipped a hand through her v-necked bodice and cupped her right breast. The
sensation of her softness in the hard strength of his hand had juices rushing
to flood her panties. Her thighs quivered as Jason covered her in an
open-mouthed, blatantly sensuous kiss. Her head went round and round; every
nerve ending she possessed was alive and thrumming with the most monstrous lust
she’d ever experienced.
Jason’s free hand – the one not
gripping her hair – slid down to her knee, nudging it apart from its
twin.
In an instant, his fingertips were brushing lengthwise along the
panel of her panties shielding her pussy. She almost came there and then.

She couldn’t
withstand the torture any longer. She pulled away from Jason’s soft and firm
mouth, while instinctively gripping the hand over her breast and in between her
thighs. She was blinking and trying to focus ahead of her to the
door which
seemed like it stood a thousand yards away. If
she could just jump to her feet and make it there, she was sure she’d be safe
before she caved in to temptation.

Her fingers
tightened on the wrists of those manly, sinfully pleasurable hands still
attached to her breast and her secret center. And even as she held on to push
those hands aside, she found herself closing her eyes with a ragged sigh.
Seriously, she should have seen this coming. Hadn’t she known, deep, deep down,
how this would go?

“Bea,” Ryan’s husky
voice said in her ear, his lips now trailing down to her arched nape.

“Time’s up,” Jason
reminded her, his own blond head lowering as he kissed along her bare
collarbone. His fingers had stilled on her silk-covered core, while Ryan’s
hand, still on her breast, had stopped stroking. They were waiting for her
command and they’d let her go. She knew this. So why wasn’t she giving the
command?

Chapter Six

The
moment of truth.
She could feel their tension even as they
pressed deliciously warm and subdued lips to her throat and shoulder.

She didn’t
speak…she felt incapable of speech. All she could
do,
was lean back into the couch with a moan, as her fingers finally let go, giving
the unmistakable signal.

Her whole body
screamed,
Don’t
stop. For heaven’s sake, keep it moving!
And
she didn’t doubt for a second that these two were accurate mind readers –
not to speak of being able to translate body language to perfection. Once her
fingers released their death grip on either wrist, Ryan and Jason wasted no
time in continued perusal of her trembling frame.

Bea threw her head
back with a shuddering sigh of capitulation as Jason’s fingers probed past the
edge of her panties to the swollen petals beneath. His mouth, welded to her
shoulder, sucked hungrily into her skin as his fingertips sunk into her melting
slit. Ryan bit into her neck, his teeth grazing the warm flesh as he pinched
the tight nub of her nipple through her lace cup. Both men groaned, and Bea
could do nothing to stop them as they finally took total control of the
quivering body set in their midst.

She virtually
sobbed when Jason raked through her with two fingers, sawing in and out of her
clenching walls. Ryan wasted no time in shoving aside the bit of covering over
her breast before laying his head against the swelling flesh and snatching the
whole aureole, nipple and all, into his mouth.

“Oh!” Bea moaned,
as Jason’s fingers went impossibly deep, just at the same moment that Ryan
teeth pulled hard on her sensitive teat. Ryan’s free hand cupped the other
breast, kneading into the full mound with ravenous desire. “Oh my God,” came
out of her lips before she could stop herself, and she shuddered with
embarrassment at the way she couldn’t keep silent from all the sensations racking
through her tortured body. She clamped a hand over her mouth, but Jason only
laughed and drew the hand down.

“No, sweet one, we
want to hear every whimper…every moan. Don’t take that gift from us. Let us
know how much we thrill you.”

So much
, she would have said, but then Ryan was trolling his
tongue over her nipple, causing her to gasp in desperate lust. No. Way. No way
could anything feel that good. He sucked and licked on her nub till she was a
shuddering mass. So much so that she could actually hear the sounds of the
jelly that her pussy had become, as Jason stroked faster in and out of her
quivering sheathe. “Oh please, oh no…”

“Oh no?” Ryan said
in a teasing, questioning tone, as he lifted his head to look into her
half-slit eyes.

“I mean
..
I
mean…,”
she panted, staring
into his dancing blue eyes. He looked deep into hers as Jason’s fingertips
slipped out to coat over her clitoris. Her lips parted in a soundless scream as
he stroked and teased the greedy little button till she felt it throb and thicken.

“Say it, Bea,” Ryan
told her softly. “You need to let us know this is what you want. Because from
here on, there’s no going back.”

To buttress his
words, Jason flicked his thumb over her clit, and then rubbed hard with just
his middle finger.
 
If he was trying
to coax the required speech from her, then he was doing it the wrong way,
thought the dazed Bea. His touch was doing everything to render her tongue
incapable of functioning except to word incoherent sounds of ecstasy. At last,
just when she felt ready to sink into her dark, swirling orgasm, he paused, and
kissed her jaw with hard, hot lips. “You have to say the words, baby. Say, fuck
me. And mean it.”

Her eyes widened,
blurred, and then cleared as she blinked. She looked to Jason, and then to Ryan.
The lust burning in their eyes was scalding enough to be felt on her very skin.
Her eyes squeezed tight as the sharpest blade of arousal cut through her so
deep she was trembling with it. “Fuck. Me.
Please
,”
she whispered, her throat constricting with the guilty pleasure of being able
to at last, present the truth.

And the second she
said the words, words she’d never said to anyone before, not even in her
head…she felt liberated. Bea opened her eyes and finally met their smoldering
gaze with perfect submission to their mating claim.

Chapter Seven

The outside world
was forgotten. The very premise of what had brought her to this very point in
time, the very reason she’d met who were to be her two lovers, was in the
distant past.

Yes, she started
out as escort to the two billionaires. But a dare and a bushel of moans later,
she was theirs to delight. And so help her, they were hers.