Bet on Ecstasy (5 page)

Now, Brock saw in Smith’s gaze, he fought off his orgasm. Brock wasn’t nearly done with Kyra tonight. He wanted more time with her. Having sex once wasn’t enough to get his fill of her. Though he suspected Smith wanted the same, by how he looked at Kyra with such fierceness.

Releasing his fingers from her hair, Brock murmured, “Finish Smith, kitten.”

She wrapped both hands around Smith’s cock and lowered her head, but the intensity with which Smith looked at Kyra shifted. The control he’d given her a moment ago, he clearly wanted back. To ensure she forgot what she had asked Smith to do, Brock slammed forward to steal her train of thought. In the same instant, Smith wrapped his hands around her head, then thrust up from underneath.

With Smith taking her mouth, Brock continued to pound against her sexy ass. Each thrust forward gave him quite the view as her bottom jiggled. Each withdrawal showed his cock glistening in her arousal. Her inner muscles tightened around him almost immediately after he started thrusting, which didn’t surprise him.

This
was her fantasy.

While Kyra loved to be a bit bossy to show her strength, she clearly also loved being sexually dominated by two men, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

Smith tightened his fingers in her hair, and she moaned which sent her inner muscles clamping against Brock’s cock. He gripped her waist and thrust forward, ruthlessly. His balls drew up tight against his body, causing a hot wave to rush over his spine, making him thrust faster. The squeeze of her inner walls against him made him pump into her harder. The moans she made around Smith’s cock encouraged Brock to render her cross-eyed from her climax.

His muscles burned as he pumped into her mercilessly. Kyra stiffened under Brock’s hands and around his cock. Her body quivered and shook as Smith bucked and jerked against her mouth.

The moment her lips popped off Smith’s cock, she screamed, exploding into a thunderous orgasm that, without warning, brought Brock’s climax. Flickers of flames rushed up his spine, making him roar as he blasted into orgasm.

Beneath his hand on Kyra’s back, he sensed the aftereffects of her release. The little jerks of her sweaty sexy body milked his spent cock. Unable to support his weight, he pulled out from inside her and dropped to his knees.

Smith panted, as deeply as Brock. Kyra now lowered to her knees, her head against Smith’s leg, as if she couldn’t possibly move. Brock concluded he couldn’t either and rested his forehead against her damp back.

Long minutes passed as all their panting turned into quieter breathing, before Kyra shifted away from Brock. She stood, looking down at them with a dozy grin. “Jesus, that…was amazing!” She approached her clothes, which gave Brock a great view of her ass wrapped in that sexy garter. “By the way, boys, who won the bet?”

“The bet isn’t over,” Smith muttered.

“Oh?” She reached for her skirt, glancing over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. “Why would that be?”

Brock looked at Smith in curiosity, wondering the same damn thing, since his brain hadn’t fully recovered. Smith’s eyes narrowed. “You know as well as I do, you sassy thing, that it’s a tie.”

Kyra laughed as she dressed in her skirt. She put her shoes on in no time, then finished up with her blouse. “Is that what you think?” She gave a smart-ass smirk, which included a wink. “Interesting.”

Brock counted and now realized her orders hadn’t been without purpose. She had stopped Smith earlier because she knew she was going to come, and that would’ve tipped the scales in Smith’s favor.

She hadn’t asked Brock to take her because she wanted it—or maybe that had been part of it too—but more so, it evened the score. She’d ordered Smith not to touch her at all, meaning Brock had made her come, not Smith. Brock believed any way this played out, she would’ve ensured the result was exactly what had happened.

Saucy little woman had outsmarted them.

“Thanks for the fun night. I’ll never forget it.” She blew them a kiss, spun on her heels, and her laughter followed her out of the room.

“Brat.” Smith grunted.

Brock stared at the empty doorway in stunned silence. She was a smart kitten, not only in regards of the bet, but… “Did she just walk out on us?”

“She did.”

Warmth slid through Brock. “A challenge?”

Smith gave a crisp nod. “She’s…different, hmm?”

Brock considered Kyra, and she
was
different. By all appearances, she wanted nothing more to do with them. Never, in all the years that Smith and Brock enjoyed women together, either dating or merely as lovers, had one left them after sex. In fact, it’d always been the other way around, and women tended to be clingy.

He and Smith were two of the wealthiest bachelors in Baltimore, which usually brought women who were after status and money, more than anything else. That reason had been exactly why they’d joined the castle. It kept their sexual preferences private, and they never intended to find a woman worth a deeper look, or had plans to settle down.

He wanted a longer night with Kyra, and she’d just walked away without giving him the chance to ask. Though did he want anything more with her? Did her confidence and independence somehow bring forth a hunger to see her again?

The answer was glaringly obvious. “I’m not done. You?”

“Not nearly finished.” Smith got up from the chair and gathered his clothes off the floor. After he grabbed his slacks, he threw Brock his pants. “There’s something about her that’s—”

“Unique.” Brock dressed, leaving his shirt off, as did Smith. Oddly enough, Brock felt used by her…and Christ, he liked it. More so, she had no idea how intriguing she was, to have the both of them pawing after her. A very interesting development, indeed. Little did Kyra know neither he nor Smith took no
for an answer. “Besides, she didn’t let us finish the bet.”

“Quite unfair of her.” Smith gave a firm nod, arching an eyebrow. “We need to settle the score.”

Brock grinned. “And kitten just upped the ante.”

Chapter Four

The next night, Kyra sat atop her bed with her laptop, reading an article on Smith and Brock. RAGS TO RICHES: THE STORY BEHIND THE TWO ORPHANS WHO BUILT AN EMPIRE. She scanned the article, now understanding their closeness—even if it didn’t explain why they enjoyed ménage encounters. They’d been adopted by the same woman and had grown up together, and they’d taken their self-made software company and made themselves multimillionaires.

Impressive.

Kyra clicked on another article: SAD NEWS FOR BALTIMORE’S WOMEN. MDR SOFTWARE’S TWO TOP BACHELORS ARE GAY! She burst out laughing and read some ridiculous tabloid that claimed Smith and Brock were homosexual. While she could understand how someone would come to that conclusion, since she doubted they'd had many relationships considering their
tastes
, the tabloid had it so wrong.

Shaking her head, she continued to search. After a minute of clicking through some boring business articles, she landed on another tabloid: GAY? DREAM ON. LADIES, THE TWO MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORS ARE BACK ON THE MARKET!

Kyra wondered over the tagline. Was that what they were…
back on the market
? Were they even eligible? Could they have a proper relationship? How could they share a woman so easily?

She heaved a sigh, knowing exactly why these questions remained so heavy on her mind. For the hundredth time, she picked up her cell phone off the mattress next to her and read the text message that Brock had sent just after nine o'clock.

We’d like to see you again, kitten.

The choice is yours.

She pursed her lips at the message from Brock before she placed her phone on the nightstand. Using her mouse, she opened the original e-mail from them offering the night that had brought them together.

Once the e-mail popped open, she scrolled down to their photos. Brock’s piercing blue eyes pooled heat low into her body, which only increased as Smith’s deep, warm chocolate-brown eyes stared back at her. Her night with the men flashed into her mind, making her temperature rise. Their hands on her, their voices seemingly still whispering in her ears, and the sheer pleasure they’d given her all made her mindless.

Her fulfilled fantasy ended up being so much more than she had expected. Maybe she thought it was naughty having two men at the same time, but more happened that night. Rightness settled deep into her soul, giving her clarity that she needed two men instead of one.

How confusing was that?

She shouldn’t want two men in her bed.

Only problem?

She did.

“Still staring, huh?”

Kyra gasped. “Oh. My. God. Bella.” She gripped her chest, attempting to control her hammering heart. “You scared the frickin’ crap out of me. Don’t do that!”

Bella chuckled, leaning against her door frame dressed in her pink nightie. “I knocked twice.” Her blue eyes held more happiness and contentment than Kyra had ever seen in her friend.

“Oh.” Kyra’s cheeks warmed. Had she seriously been
that
lost in their eyes, and her thoughts? “Sorry.” She took one final look at hunk one and hunk two, then closed her laptop. “What did you need?”

“I went to the bathroom and saw you were still up.” She plopped down on the bed in typical Bella behavior, as if this was her bed, not Kyra’s. Her long blonde hair looked a mess, and Kyra didn’t even want to consider the cause of that messy hair. “I had a realization tonight.”

Great. One of Bella’s insights usually meant another crazy plan, like the pact of seduction. It’d been Bella’s idea, even if Kyra and her other two roommates agreed to it. “Which was?”

“You weren’t supposed to have your fantasy next.” Bella’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “But then, I remembered tonight Sadie was supposed to go, wasn’t she?”

Kyra thought back to the conversation when Bella had returned from her fantasy night with Kole, and she remembered when Bella suggested Kyra was up next. “Originally, when we drew straws, Sadie was supposed to go after you.”

Bella glanced to the floor for a moment before she looked to Kyra with a furrowed brow. “Why didn’t you correct me?”

“When you said it, Sadie didn’t object, and the way she looked at me…” Kyra hesitated. “Almost like Sadie begged me to go next. Clearly, she needs more time to be okay with this all. I figured I had to go anyway. So, why wait?”

“Ah, I see,” Bella drawled.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it either.” Kyra pointed an index finger. “I don’t want you saying anything to Sadie.”

“I won’t. Promise. I feel bad for Sadie, maybe she doesn’t want to go through with it.” Bella blew out a long breath before she glanced at Kyra’s phone on the nightstand. “Anyways, something to figure out later. So have you responded to the text?”

“Not yet.” Kyra lifted her chin, not to look like the wimp who couldn’t send a dang text message. “But I will.”

A low chuckle sounded from the doorway. “Scared shitless, aren’t you?”

Kyra gritted her teeth, not even wanting to look over at Bella’s boyfriend, Kole. She knew exactly the expression she’d meet. Though when his chuckle stopped, she figured it safe enough and turned to him. She pinched her lips together as she greeted his smart-ass wink.

Kole was dressed in only his black boxers, and his muscular physique glistened with sweat. For a man who’d only been dating her best friend a short time, he’d clearly grown comfortable in her, and her best friend’s, house. She liked Kole, but she could do without his opinion. “I’m not scared.”

His eyebrows rose over his intense blue eyes. “Then why haven’t you responded?”

“I’m…” She glanced at her clock, seeing that it was midnight, which meant she’d been reading articles about them a lot longer than she realized. “I have no idea what to say.”

“Hey, I’m up to fucking you two beasts again,” Bella stated. “When can we meet?”

“Bella!” Kyra snapped, covering her warm face with her hands. ”Honest to God.”

“That’s my girl.” Kole laughed.

When Kyra finally lowered her hands, Kole’s grin faded. His look became more controlled, stern, which was typical Kole. He was a dom after all. Kyra figured that look just went with the territory.

“There’s no reason to be nervous,” he said, in what she assumed was meant to be a soothing voice. Coming from him, it sounded more like an order that she calm down. “They’ve invited you for another night. It’s a given.”

“I’m not worried about being rejected,” Kyra countered. “It’s just…this is confusing. I thought it’d be one night. That’s it. And they’re so…”

Bella wiggled her eyebrows. “Sexy?”

“Yes,” Kyra admitted. “And well,
normal
.”

Kole’s head tilted, his eyes searching hers. “Do I look the type of person to hold the interests I do?”

Said interests were painful things that Kyra didn’t even want to consider, which included floggers, wax, and ropes, among other things that horrified her. She’d heard enough of Bella’s experiences with BDSM to sing a song in her head every time Marley or Sadie made her talk about her
adventures
. “Um…” She rolled her eyes. “No.”

He gave a firm nod, but before he could clearly push his point further, Bella interjected, “You can always say no, you know.”

That was certainly an option, one at the top of Kyra’s list.

“But you don’t want to, do you?” Kole asked in that maddening observant voice that both he and Marley’s boyfriend, Reed, possessed. Kyra looked down at her white duvet and played with a loose string. She’d be a fool not to accept another night with Brock and Smith, but that wasn’t the deal. The plan had been to live out the one fantasy that was always a naughty secret; the one that she’d spend the rest of her life remembering in the comfort of her bed with her favorite dildo.

“I don’t know what I want,” she whispered.

“Sure you do,” Kole stated. “It’s time to stop stalling.”

Kyra lifted her head, and while his tone held a sharp edge, warmth rested in his features. She’d grown to like that about Kole. Part of him scared her with all his intensity, but there was depth to him that if she hadn’t seen him with Bella, she doubted she’d ever noticed. She also expected most people never saw the softer side to Kole.