The Billionaire’s Bride by L. Steele

26

Ava

I walk inside the house, then pause in the middle of the living room. The door shuts behind me and I shiver. A ripple of apprehension runs down my spine. Shit, shit, shit, what am I doing? On the way home, none of us had spoken in the car. Baron had driven, barely keeping under the speed limit, and the SUV had seemed to eat up the miles. He’d barely parked when Edward had jumped out of the car and come around to open my door, then led me to the house. After unlocking the door, he’d gestured for me to go ahead. I’d moved in, conscious of his gaze eating me up. I’d headed for the stairs, then stopped.

Shit, what should I do? Go straight up to my room? To Edward’s room where we had spent the night? To Baron’s room? What is the right protocol to follow when you are about to bed two guys? Two guys… Gah! For someone who’d been a virgin not too long ago, I’ve, clearly, come a long way. OMG. Two guys. Two alphaholes… Two massive dicks… How the hell is this going to work? Can I handle both of them at the same time?

Why the hell had I thought this was a good idea?

At least I had had the presence of mind to move away from the dancefloor and the crowd of people. With some luck, no one should have seen the three of us engaged in that little dance-fuck-fest.

Why did I care what they thought of me anyway?

Most of the people there were my parent’s friends…and I had always been the rebel. The girl who’d dropped out of medical school to become a belly dancer. I mean, who does that, right? So, I shouldn’t worry about the fact that I was dancing with two men. Still, I am fairly certain that no one saw us.

Besides, most people had been drinking since the afternoon. Everybody had been happy and ready to dance, and no doubt, the champagne had helped lower my inhibitions too. And the dance… It had been the music which had seduced me. It had gone to my head and I had gotten carried away. I had allowed myself to be seduced by the heat of their bodies, the feel of their hands on my hips, their lips on mine.

Edward stops not far from me. He looks me up and down as he unknots his tie and allows the length to hang down from either side of his collar. Heat zings in my belly. My throat goes dry. Footstep's approach. I glance past him as Baron stalks over to stand next to him. His blue gaze holds mine. He reaches for his rolled-up sleeve and smooths it down his arm. I gulp.

Baron’s lips twitch. "You want a drink, Eve?" he rumbles.

"Yes," I breathe, "yes, please."

His smile widens. He knows I am nervous, and he’s enjoying it. Jerk. At the same time, he’s offering me a drink to help distract me. Typical Baron. Confusing, a little mean, and a whole lot gentle. He stalks over to the bar, grabs a bottle of whiskey and swigs from it. He ambles over, hands it to Edward, who drinks from it without taking his eyes off of me.

He offers me the bottle and I glance from him to Baron, then back at Ed. I twist my fingers together in front of me.

"What’s the matter, Ava?" Edward murmurs. "You scared of us?"

I shake my head.

"You changed your mind, Eve?" Baron quirks an eyebrow. "If you have—"

"No," I rush out, "it’s not that."

"Then?" Baron takes the bottle from Edward, tilts it to his lips. The strong chords of his throat move as he swallows and a pulse flares to life between my legs.

"What is it?" Edward studies me. "What’s wrong?"

"N…nothing."

Baron tilts his head, "It’s something." His lips kick up, "Go on, you can tell us anything; you know that."

"It’s just," I shake the hair away from my face, "it was different on the dance floor, you know? It was more organic, more natural, and here… It just feels forced."

"Hmm." Baron’s eyebrows draw down. "You know we won’t force you into doing anything, Eve."

"I know."

"Nothing you don’t want us to do to you, that is." He smirks and goosebumps pop on my skin. OMG, that’s what I am afraid of, and I don’t know how to categorize the feelings that bubble up from somewhere deep inside.

It seems natural to be with both of them…and yet… It’s unusual. This is not what normal people do. This is not how one is supposed to choose between two men… I mean, I feel something for both of them. I’ve tried scheduling time with each of them. I’ve tried not sleeping with them, only to sleep with each of them separately… And now, here I am, faced with both of them… Actually, on the verge of doing it with both of them at the same time. It should feel odd…but it doesn’t. Which should count for something, right? If only I could, somehow, get past the strange reluctance that grips me.

I lower my hands to my sides, walk up to Baron. I take the bottle from him, tilt it to my lips and take a healthy swig. The liquor burns its way down, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I take another sip and warmth flushes my skin. A pleasant numbness radiates out from my stomach. I raise the bottle and Edward takes it from me.

"Enough," he scolds, "don’t want you getting drunk."

"As if." I toss my head, pivot and head for the stairs. I stop with my leg poised on the lowest step. Turn to find them walking toward me. Oh, hell, this is it. I turn, take the steps up to my room. Yeah, if I am going to do this, then it is going to be on my turf. Not that I am going to be able to control much of what is to come, but hell, if I am going to give in to everything. At least, I am going to initiate the proceedings. Take the lead in something. Famous last words. I stop at the foot of the bed, glance toward where the men stand just inside the doorway of the room. I reach for the sleeve of my dress and shrug it down, then the other side. It slides down, pools around my ankles, I kick it off along with my heels.

Baron’s chest rises and falls.

Edward’s nostrils flare.

I reach behind me, unhook my bra and drop it to the ground. Then, without taking my gaze off of them, I slide my panties down to the floor and kick them aside.

Baron’s jaw tics. He walks toward me, grabs his shirt at the back with one hand and—in that way that men do—yanks it off and flings it aside. He pauses in front of me, and I gesture to his pants.

"Take them off," I rasp.

He toes off his shoes, unbuckles his pants and shoves them down along with his boxers and socks. He folds his clothes, places them on a nearby chair then straightens to reveal his long, thick cock that points straight up. The head is fat and swollen, almost purple with arousal. I can't take my gaze off of its heavy perfection. Precum oozes from the crown and my mouth waters.

He bends, grabs me by my waist and throws me on the bed. I squeak, bounce on the mattress once, then lay there with my hair across my face. I reach up to push the hair from my face and he points a finger at me.

"Stop."

"Wh…what?"

"You don’t get to direct the proceedings, little Eve."

"And…you do?"

"Damn-fucking right." He grabs his already erect dick and pumps himself once. His shaft seems to lengthen even more and my breath catches. Oh God, have I actually had that inside of me?

I glance past him to where Edward watches the two of us, an indecipherable look in his eyes.

"Ed," I swallow, "you okay?"

He doesn’t reply. He fists his hands at his side, rakes his gaze down my naked body.

"On your knees," he snaps.

"Wh…what?"

"Do as he says," Baron orders.

Well, hell…again, the two of you gang up on me… And this time, it’s going to lead to a gang bang. OMG.I snort and Baron glares at me.

"Do it," he growls, "or else." He takes a step forward and I flip over, then push up to my knees.

"Good girl," Edward praises me and I flush.

His footsteps approach and he comes around to stand in front of me. I glance up to find him undoing his shirt, leisurely, one button at a time. He pulls off his shirt, along with his tie, drops them to the floor.

He toes off his shoes and does the same with his pants and briefs. He turns to me and I take in his erect cock. It juts up, thick and heavy, a vein running up the underside. His dick is not as long as Baron’s, but what he lacks in length, he makes up in width. Fuck. As I watch, his cock seems to swell further—fat, turgid, and so damn huge. How the hell am I going to take not one, but two, monster cocks inside me at the same time?

He lowers his head, drags his lips over mine. I part my lips, and instantly, he slides his tongue inside. He kisses me, long and deep, and with such intensity that my head spins.

The bed dips, heat sears my back, then big palms grip my hips.

Baron slides his fingers around to strum my pussy lips and I moan. He slides two fingers inside of me and I arch back and into him. Edward cups my breast; he tweaks my nipple and I shudder.

He releases my mouth and Baron instantly replaces it with his. He swipes his tongue across the seam of my lips, licks into my mouth, and drags his tongue across my teeth. My pussy clenches around his fingers and he groans. He presses kisses across my cheek, to the shell of my ear. He sucks on my earlobe and my entire body jolts.

"Fuck." he breathes, "you’re so fucking sexy, little Eve."

He shoves my hair aside, kisses his way down to the curve of my shoulder. He bites down and I tremble. Edward cups both of my breasts, bringing them together. He bends down, bites on one nipple, and I shudder. He kisses his way to the other, then sucks deeply on the nipple and I feel the pull all the way down to my core.

"Bloody hell, you’re soaking," Baron growls. "You’re dripping all over my hand, Eve."

Yeah, well, you have two men, two pair of hands, two pairs of sinful mouths kissing you, sucking on you, licking their way across your most sensitive parts, and then we’ll see how you do.

As if he heard me and wants to punish me for my impertinent thoughts, Baron shoves two more fingers inside of me and I moan. He begins to work his fingers in and out of me. The wet squelching noises fill the space, and it’s so dirty and so raw that I can’t stop myself from panting, from throwing my arm up and around him, pushing my breasts deeper into Edward’s roaming mouth. He squeezes my tits with so much pressure that a sound of protest leaves my lips. Baron closes his mouth over mine again, as if he can’t bear to let the sound escape. He bites down on my lower lip, then licks into my mouth again. I wind my fingers around his neck, pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He shudders, releasing my mouth, just as Edward rises up to kiss my chin. He brushes his mouth across mine again, nipping on my lips, slurping on them, before thrusting his tongue inside my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

Baron increases the pace with which he’s moving his fingers in and out of me. At the same time Edward lowers his head to my other breast. He bites down on my nipple and heat sears my spine, my pussy clenches, my thighs spasm and I almost collapse, but Baron’s hold on my waist keeps me upright.

He kisses his way down the slope of my shoulder, down my spine, just as he curves his fingers inside me.

Edward releases my breast only to massage my thigh. He slides his fingers around and into the valley between my butt cheeks. That’s when the orgasm rips through me.

It washes over me and I pant, close my eyes, and allow the waves to carry me up…higher up…before they fade away. I slump against Baron, who pulls his fingers out of me. He brings it to his mouth sucks on it.

"Fuck," he groans, "you taste fucking sweet, Ava.”

I open my eyes in time to see them exchange a glance.

"What…?" I clear my throat. "What was that about?"

Edward glances down at me. "I’m hungry."

"Umm." I swallow. "We had dinner already," I remind him and Edward’s smile widens.

"We missed dessert."

"Oh."

"Time to make up for that."

He glances at Baron, who runs his hands up to cup my breasts. He begins to massage them, running his rough callused digits across my sensitive nipples. A moan bleeds from my lips.

"Oh, my god," I groan, "Oh my g—OD."

I cry out as Edward drops to his knees on the floor. Baron positions me to face Edward, so he is at eye level with my pussy. Immediately, Ed fits his mouth to my cunt and begins to eat me out.

"Jesus," I moan as he crams his tongue inside my channel. My thigh muscles turn to jelly. My legs slide apart further, giving him better access. He grips my hips, holds me in place as he tilts his head and sticks his tongue in and out of me, again and again. Meanwhile, Baron continues to knead my breasts. He sucks on my earlobe, then inserts his tongue inside my ear, and my eyes roll back in my head.

"Oh," I gasp, "oh, my fucking god."

I hear Baron chuckle, right before he catches my nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each his hands. He pinches with such precision that I yell. Heat sluices down my spine, and I throw my head back and groan as moisture gushes out from between my legs.

Edward licks it up, slurps his tongue up my melting slit with long, deep swipes that seem to penetrate to the core of me.

Baron releases his hold on one breast, only to pinch my chin, turning it toward him, before he places his mouth over mine. "Come," he growls. "Come right now, Eve," he says, as Edward closes his mouth over my pussy. That’s when I explode.

This second orgasm whips out from my womb, up my spine, to crash behind my eyes. Seconds later, I open my eyes to find myself slumped against Baron. I glance up at his blue eyes, which bore into me.

"Wow," I mumble. "What was that?"

"That," Edward rises to his feet, "was just the first course."

I turn to gaze up at him from under heavy eyelashes, "I thought you said that was dessert."

His grin widens, "I lied."

He glances at Baron, who places both of his hands on my hips. He lifts me up, then turns me around before placing me back on my knees, so I am facing him.

"Oh." I blink. "Now what?"

"Now we fuck."