Blackmailed (10 page)

wasn’t scheming with her father to extort money from Cole.

“I had no idea what my father was up to until he had me locked in

the limo and made this announcement. We were already on our way

here.” Her hand twisted in the air while the other clutched the sheet

tightly against her breasts.

Tyler snorted. As if the sheet would stop him from having her. All she

was doing was drawing attention straight to the one place she was trying

to cover up. Her beaded nipples poked through the thin cotton, making

his mouth water.

“You were right, Cole, the man’s an absolute bastard.”

“Yep. But,” Cole said, yanking the sheet from Bri’s grasp and laying a

protective hand across her smooth, sweaty belly, “what’s done is done.”

Tyler laid his hand directly above Cole’s, loving the way her stomach

muscles twitched under their touch. “Yeah, more than once if I know

you.”

“Hello? Naked woman here.”

-62-
Blackmailed

Tyler growled. “I see naked woman here.” He bent down and licked at

the pulse in her neck, smiling when she moaned and angled her head so

he’d have better access. The woman was a firecracker in bed.

“Please, you have to listen to me.”

Brianna pushed at his head, but it was the tone of her voice that had

him looking up.

“You don’t understand.” Her eyes were wild as she stared at him.

“My, my father, he, he thought that, that…”

“Slow down, Bri. We don’t need you hyperventilating on top of your

asthma.” Tyler rubbed her quickly cooling arms in an attempt to calm

her, while Cole did his best to reassure her with inane words whispered

in her ear. They didn’t work.

“But my father, he said the, the contract was with Cole Masters, not

Cole and his bodyguard. He’ll kill you for messing with his heir.”

Tyler nearly laughed when she punctuated “heir” by making quotes

in the air with her fingers. She was so cute. Naïve, but sweet and

endearing. And Cole was right, he was gonna fall very easily for her. He

already had.

“First of all,” Cole stated beside them, “I don’t give a flying fig what

your father has in his contract. A ‘father’ doesn’t give his daughter no say

in the matter of who impregnates her, and he doesn’t presume to take

the kid away when said daughter has the baby, then kick her out the

door. Secondly,” Tyler yanked his head out the way when Cole flung a

hand in his direction, “he’s not my bodyguard, he’s yours.”

Tyler grinned again when Bri’s gaze darted back and forth between

Cole and himself. She looked like a scared doe, with big, round eyes.

“Why?”

“Hey now, don’t sound all grossed out,” Tyler said, affronted.

“Do you know how much I’m worth?” Cole asked.

Bri shook her head, then seemed to reconsider and nodded. “More

than my father is if the magazines are anything to go by.”

Tyler sighed, hating Andrew Wyatt more and more. He’d thrown Bri

to a pack of wolves and given her no information about the man she’d be

“bred” with. He’d gladly choke Wyatt whenever they met.

-63-
Annmarie McKenna

“You’re right. Cole has more money than your multi-millionaire father

could ever dream of having. In a nutshell,” Tyler said, “Cole’s need for

security is far greater than your father’s. There is security all around this

estate. Some you’ll see, others you won’t.”

“But why you, specifically?”

Tyler sniffed his armpit. “Do I smell or something? Is there some

reason you don’t want to spend time with me?” He tried to give her his

best puppy-dog eyes.

A tiny smile cracked one corner of her sweet mouth, and Tyler’s heart

skipped a beat.

“Other than I don’t know anything about you, no.”

“Mmm. You know how much I want to fuck you.” He guided one of

her hands to his stiffening cock and held fast when she tried to yank

away.

“Seriously,” he said, allowing her to pull her hand back where she felt

safe, “I own the security company. Cole and I have been friends since

grade school. Most of my business is run from the estate. I had an office

built near the front entrance so I could meet with clients. I don’t do

much hands-on work anymore, but yes, if you go, I go. We won’t take

chances with your life. Not when there is a real threat of kidnapping,

mugging or whatever, because of Cole’s name.”

“But I don’t have Cole’s name. I’m a nobody.”

Cole snorted and spoke before Tyler could get his mouth open. “I can

change that.”

“What does that mean?” Bri’s voice and breathing shot up to nearpanic stage.

“Don’t worry about it right now,” Cole assured her and plucked at the

nipple closest to him.

Tyler jumped when Bri barked out a laugh. She obviously understood

more than they gave her credit for. He’d been just as surprised as she

when Cole mentioned marriage, if in an extremely roundabout way. Not

that it hadn’t crossed his mind. He’d heard something different in Cole’s

voice when they’d talked on the phone last night, and now he could see

the difference in him. Cole wanted Bri like he’d wanted no other woman.

-64-
Blackmailed

“You’re crazy. My father will never let that happen because then he

would have no control over my baby.”

“Exactly,” Tyler and Cole said together.

Brianna’s brain scrambled. What these two gorgeous, naked men

were telling her was insane. Almost as bad as her father’s scheme to get

an heir.

She scrambled out from between their hard, male bodies to stand at

the side of the bed.

“Why do all men think they can run roughshod over all us women’s

lives? I mean, I’ve been dumped by one arrogant penis into the lap of

another one.

“Sorry,
two
arrogant penises,” she clarified when Tyler’s eyebrows

rose. Both men looked down at their growing cocks and Brianna gasped,

suddenly aware of her own nudity. Her face heated beyond capacity and

she shielded her body with her arms.

“No way!”

Cole catapulted himself to his knees, his semi-erect penis bobbing up

and down. “You promised you would never cover yourself in front of me.”

Brianna shrieked and a smart-aleck remark leaped from her tongue

before she could stop it. “I promised you, Cole, not him,” she said with a

nod to Tyler.

“Ooh, you are so going to get paddled for that,” Cole promised.

Brianna shivered, unsure of whether she was scared or excited by the

notion.

“Yeah, well she’s got at least four coming from me for all the noise

and wiggling she did while she sucked me off,” Tyler threw in.

In a flash, both men towered over her, their erect cocks jutting out

and stabbing her belly and hip. She felt dwarfed by their size because

she was, in fact, very much smaller than they were. Her five-foot six-inch

frame had her staring at their throats, which made them what?

Somewhere between six and seven feet tall? She gulped down the

bubbling hysteria rising in her.

-65-
Annmarie McKenna

“You or me?” Cole grumbled above her.

“Me, then you.” Tyler threaded his fingers through her hair and

planted his lips on hers. They were soft and warm and made her forget

everything.

“Right.” Cole’s response jerked her mind out of the gutter and she

ripped her mouth off Tyler’s.

She laughed. It was either that or go insane. They were both going to

tan her hide. Like some recalcitrant child, she was about to be spanked.

Not for stealing a cookie from the jar, or breaking some priceless piece of

art she’d been told over and over not to touch, but for squealing too

much while they fucked her. She was in a surreal world. Didn’t men like

it when their women made noise in bed?

She held up her hands to ward them off. “Now wait, we’re getting way

off track here. We were discussing why you think I’m suddenly not going

to have my own name anymore.”

Brianna yelped as the world turned upside down. One second she

was standing upright, the next, she was looking at the floor. Her stomach

was pressed against two rough, hairy thighs, her butt was thrust in the

air, and her nose nearly hit the floor. It would have too, had she not

thrown her hands out to catch herself.

She was mad. Until yesterday, when her father had forced her into

Cole’s house, Brianna had never been manhandled before. Now she was

being turned over a knee for a spanking. It didn’t matter that thought

sort of thrilled her.

“Stop! Please, can’t we talk about this?”

“Oh, we’ll talk about it. Later.”

Smack!

The first blow landed sharply against her left butt cheek, surprising

Brianna with its force, and causing her to bite her lip. If not for the hand

between her shoulder blades holding her down, she would have launched

herself off Tyler’s lap. Her bottom stung with a thousand needles. Tears

flooded her eyes with pain and mortification. Even as she squeezed her

cheeks together, a rough hand stroked where it had just injured her

tender skin.

-66-
Blackmailed

“God, she’s got the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.”

A slow burn flooded her pussy, radiating from her affected butt

cheek. She squirmed, wanting to feel more.

“Stop moving,” Tyler growled.

She stilled a split second before another slap rang out. Tears sprang

to her eyes, blurring her vision, and she tasted blood against her lip. Oh

God, she would not survive this. These were not gentle taps, they were

blows, meant to cause pain. Too bad she couldn’t complain. Not when

the pain led to her clit humming in pleasure. One touch would send her

over the edge. Just one. The hand between her shoulders stroked down

her spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake. She arched into the touch.

“I said.”
Smack.
“Don’t.”
Smack.
“Move.”
Smack.

Brianna screamed with each slap, her butt on fire now. She clenched

her legs together, hoping for some friction to ease the ache sizzling at the

apex of her thighs, as Tyler soothed her aching cheeks with his fingers.

“So pink, so pretty.”

She dropped her head so close to the floor she felt her bangs brush

the carpet and moaned with the sensations. She was so close to a climax.

Her mind reeled at the implication. How could a spanking have brought

her to this point?

“Again,” she begged wantonly. Tyler chuckled. One hand spread her

thighs and rubbed her labia, spreading her juices, but never touching

her throbbing clit. She bit his leg, the only thing she could reach with her

mouth.

“That’s it, bite me, fight it, baby. I don’t want you to come yet.”

His finger stroked her, trailing up over the skin between her vagina

and back hole, and pressed against the tight rosebud. Brianna panicked

and jerked her mouth off his leg. She arched away from his thighs and

Cole’s hand now holding her down again.

“Don’t…” Her cry was muffled as she gritted her teeth, while Tyler’s

finger sank into her anus. The pain was scorching, burning her unused

muscles, overwhelming the pain she thought she’d felt with the

spanking.

“So fucking tight. We’ll have to start small, Cole.”

-67-
Annmarie McKenna

His finger retreated, slipped back into the juice coating her pussy,

then returned to her anus, gaining further entry into a space Brianna

had never imagined would be penetrated. She fought the intrusion,

wiggling her backside, trying to shake him off at the same time trying to

get closer, but he and Cole held steadfast.

“Relax, Bri,” Cole coaxed. “We need to start stretching you here so

you’ll be able to take our cocks.”

Impossibly, the blood drained from her head where it had pooled

from being upside down.

“What do you mean?” she croaked. No way could they fuck her ass.

The idea made her shiver.

Cole knelt bedside her and put his lips next to her ear.

“Exactly what I said. We intend to fuck your tight little asshole. It’ll

feel so good, Bri.”

He pushed her hair out of the way and got closer to her.

“Imagine, one of us in your pussy, one of us in your ass. You’ll be so

full, so tight. The sensation will set you off like an explosion. We’ll do it

too, often. You won’t know where we begin and you end. Let Tyler in, let

him stretch you, so your body will accept the plug.”

The image of Tyler and Cole both fucking her at the same time had

her body relaxing. They were both so good at getting her off, and neither

of them had hurt her. Even the spanking, though it had hurt at first, had

left her wanting to come. Instinct had her screaming that she could trust

them with her body, even despite the fact she knew nothing about either

one of them.

Tyler’s thick finger retreated and his body twisted, nearly throwing

her off his lap. Seconds later something hard touched the sensitive hole

of her rear and she felt a cold wetness. She tensed.

“It’s just a lubricant, Bri, I don’t want to tear you. This will help.”

Then his finger was back, working and wiggling its way inside her as

her tight muscles eased. The burn remained but had lessened as his

finger pushed in and out of her.