Their Virgin’s Secret, Masters of Menage, Book 2 (12 page)

He could practically see her shrug. “What does Mr. Landry have to do with any of this? He was supposed to submit a report two days ago. He’s late and won’t answer my calls. Do you see what I’ve had to deal with?”

“He was murdered.”

That shut her up. “I-I had no idea.”

“So call Gavin James. Get to a hotel. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. And don’t call again unless it’s an emergency.” He flicked the phone off.

“I only had to hear half that conversation to know that Hilary sounds an awful lot like a jealous girlfriend.” Jessa watched him, her feet curved under her as she reclined on the bed.

“Hilary has a thing for Burke. She can’t stand me.” Cole looked up from his work. He had wires going everywhere. “I’m a caveman. I shouldn’t be allowed in polite society.”

Again, that tiny hint of a smile. “So she’s met you, then.”

“Many times.”

Burke stepped up. His brother might be the better tracker and better with weapons, but he was going to screw up the computer. “Give me that.”

Cole seemed damn happy to defer. He stared at Burke for a moment, sharing the link that bonded them together. His brother was happy that Jessa was no longer spitting and fuming. Burke nodded, but wasn’t so sure that their little kitten had quite put her claws away yet.

“Get some sleep, you two. Well, Jessa, you get some sleep. The faster you drop off, the faster Cole can slink into bed.”

“I hate you both.” But she was shaking her head as she crawled under the covers. “Just get in, Cole. But stay on your side.”

Burke had never seen his brother move so fast. Cole shrugged out of his jacket, pulled off his shoes, and had his hand on the fly of his jeans.

“Don’t you dare. The pants stay on.” Jessa settled in and turned out the light on her side of the bed.

Cole sighed, but didn’t remove his jeans before he climbed into bed.

Burke turned back to his work, his mind on the last time he’d been in a hotel room with Jessa. New Year’s Eve. The night he was pretty sure Caleb had been conceived.

* * * *

One year earlier, New Year’s Eve – New York City

Burke watched as Jessa walked through the door, her breasts practically falling out of the little black dress she’d poured herself into. She walked into their suite and sank down on the couch, a seductive little smile on her face.

She was so fucking gorgeous. He felt his brother step in next to him. Desire practically poured off Cole.

How did she do this to them? They’d been with her for a week. They had been sleeping with her for four days. Despite their misgivings over this terrible case, they hadn’t been able to stay away from her. They were addicted. They’d tried to lay low, spending most of their time in the suite, in their bed, inside her.

“I know we’ve talked about going to Times Square,” Jessa said, crossing her legs slowly.

That wasn’t a good idea. And it certainly wasn’t what Burke wanted to do. “We talked about it. We didn’t agree to it. It’s going to be very crowded.”

“I know. I think I had enough crowds at dinner tonight.”

Thank god. Burke could feel Cole relax a little. He hated big crowds, hated not being able to watch his back. “We can watch it on TV or go down to the bar, if you like.”

She shook her head. “I don’t like. I thought we could…experiment.”

Burke’s cock jerked in his slacks. They had taken Jessa over and over, but they hadn’t taken her together yet. They had spent nights preparing her, working fingers and plugs high into her perfect ass, forcing her to take more and more. “Be very explicit, sweetheart.”

She grinned saucily. “You two perverts love it when I talk dirty.”

“Yes. And I want you to talk dirty now,” Cole said, expressing exactly what Burke wanted. “Say it. Tell me every little detail, or you might not get what you want.”

Her nose wrinkled up, a sweet little expression. “You make things so hard, Cole. It would be so much easier if you’d just pounce and do nasty things to me.”

Cole shook his head. “But I need to know exactly what you want so I can give it to you.”

Burke patted his brother’s back. That wasn’t exactly true. Cole feared his own tendencies. Jessa could give Cole what he needed most: Permission. His brother never simply took what he wanted. He snarled with and fought his nature to conquer, to bring a woman to her knees. Cole didn’t want to hurt, but he craved the consent to let loose his inner restraints and utterly possess. And Burke himself simply needed to be wanted for something other than his cock, body, and smile.

Jessa cocked her head. “No, you need me to tell you that I want to be dominated. Isn’t that right?”

With a faint smile, Burke wondered how Jessa could, despite her relative inexperience, be so intuitive, so wise. But he was so damn glad she was. She was everything they needed.

She leaned forward, taking Cole’s hands—and giving them both a great view down her dress. “I want you to dominate me, Cole. And Burke, baby, I want you to be the loving, indulgent man you are. I want you both. I want the possessive caveman and the tender seducer. I want the whole package, especially since you come in two gorgeous bodies. I want you together and apart, and every way you’ll have me.”

Tears swam in her green eyes, glistened on her cheeks.

A melee of emotion surged and swarmed. It overflowed inside Burke. Fuck, he loved her. Absolutely loved her. The sentiment had never made sense before. Love had been elusive, something written about, but it had never meant anything. He understood now. Love was this ridiculous feeling of acceptance and hope and security. This was his family. These were the people he would grow old with, count on, build a life with.

“I’ll have you every way you’ll let me, sweetheart.” Burke was caught between his raging hard-on and his soft fucking heart. The rest of the world was a piece of shit, but Jessa…oh, Jessa made it all worthwhile.

Cole still held back. “Think carefully. I’ve been as gentle these past few days as I know how. But if you give me permission, the gloves come off, baby. And I can be damn dark.”

He could. Burke didn’t need a woman’s submission the way Cole did, but he understood his brother and often assisted so Cole got what he needed. “Sweetheart, I’ll keep him in check. He never pushes too far. Don’t be scared.”

Jessa stood and inched closer. “I’ve read up, looked at some videos. I’m ready to try more. I trust you.” She stared right at Cole. “Both of you.”

Burke watched his brother’s eyes close briefly. When they opened, the Dom had taken up residence in his brother’s body, and Burke knew they were in for an amazing night.

“You need a safe word, one you can say to stop everything. Pick one now.”

She blinked, hesitated. “Resolution?”

Cole nodded. “Resolution is fine. Now undress. Slowly. Take off your clothes and get to your knees. If you’ve done your research, then you know the slave pose. I want to see it.”

Burke took a long breath at the thought of their Jessa truly submitting.

She rose, a fine tremble in her hands, but her eyes were steady, resolute. Her hands went to the back of her dress.

“Will you help her, Burke?” Cole said, his gaze never leaving Jessa.

He stood behind her an instant later. “Allow me, sweetheart.”

Grabbing hold of the zipper, he dragged it down slowly, revealing her creamy skin. As he pulled, he kissed his way along her spine. Then he eased the dress down to her waist, trapping her arms at her sides. With a practiced hand, he flicked the clasp of her bra open, allowing her breasts to fall free.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Burke asked, his hands coming around to cup her breasts. He watched Cole over Jessa’s shoulder. She wiggled a little, her ass grazing his cock. “Stop, sweetheart. Patience. Let me present you to Cole. He wants to see your breasts, pussy, and sweet ass.” He whispered in her ear, “We’re going to take your ass tonight, Jessa. We’re going to share you in every way possible.”

“I want that,” she managed to choke out a whisper.

“You’ll have it,” Cole said, backing away and sinking down into the plush chair across from them. “Eventually. But we do this my way tonight, Jessa.”

She nodded, gasping a little as Burke flicked her nipples, sending tingles and a bite of pain through them until they hardened. “Yes, Sir.”

Cole shook his head. “No. No ‘Sirs.’ My name, Jessa. Say my name. Tell me that you want both of us to take you. Together.”

That naughty backside of hers was moving again, twitching against him. “Yes, Cole. I want you and Burke to take me at the same time. I want you in my ass, Cole, and Burke in my pussy. I want to serve you tonight, to worship your cocks.”

“I like the sound of that.” Burke continued rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her skin was flushing, her breasts swelling. He’d bet anything that pussy was nice and wet.

“It’s only fair,” she murmured. “You’ve worshipped me. I wouldn’t have believed it could be so good, that I would feel so…cherished.”

He kissed her neck. “You are cherished, Jessa.”

“Precious pet.” Cole consumed her with a stare. “So fucking precious. Show me that pussy. It belongs to us, and I want it on display.”

“Let’s do what he says, sweetheart. He’ll make it worthwhile.”

Burke let his hands skim the curves of her hips, dragging the dress down. He knelt behind her, helping her step out of the dress. Her lacy black bra, previously tangled with her hands, came free, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong and some spectacular fuck-me heels. Burke tossed the dress and bra away and really looked at her gorgeous ass. He traced the line of her thong from the little triangle at the top of her ass down the valley where the little string of black lace disappeared. So fucking sexy. And in his way.

He hooked his fingers under the straps. “This has to go, too. But keep the shoes. I like them.”

“Gee, thanks, Burke. They’ll keep me warm,” Jessa snarked, looking over her shoulder at him.

Cole growled, his eyes narrowing. That look let Burke know just what his brother wanted him to do.

“Damn,” Burke said as he pulled the thong down her legs and helped her balance while she stepped out of it. “You obey or you’ll get in trouble. And you have to listen carefully. He gets to a point where he communicates entirely through grunts and shoving his cock somewhere.”

“Your sarcasm is duly noted,” Cole said.

Burke ignored him, preferring to kiss the dimples right above her ass. He loved that little valley and how it dipped and curved. “Luckily for you, I speak Cole. He’s not happy with the snarky attitude, sweetheart. He’ll love you for your sass outside the bedroom, but he won’t put up with it here. Get on your hands and knees. We’ll start with a count of ten. When I’m done, you’ll find your slave pose and ask Cole very nicely to forgive you.”

“I will?” The question squeaked out of her mouth.

“Absolutely.” Cole sounded supremely confident.

Burke nodded, confident, as well. He knew something Cole couldn’t yet. “The minute I told her we’d start with ten, she got aroused as hell. I can smell her.”

Jessa tried to take a step away, but he caught her. “Burke, stop embarrassing me.”

Her skin was flushing, and he smiled. It wasn’t polite. “I would think after having one of us deep in your pussy almost constantly for the past four days that you’d be over the embarrassment. I love the way you smell. I want to stick my face in your pussy and drown.” He caressed her hip. “Sex is dirty and nasty, sweetheart. Do you really want some nice boy who will politely fuck you once a week in a standard missionary position and never, ever spank you? Or refuse to shove his cock up your ass while he shares you with his brother?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder, cheeks stained pink. “No.”

“Good. If you want two men who will obsess over you, treat you like a princess and a hot sex toy all at once, then get on your knees and take our discipline.”

Jessa dropped immediately to her knees and presented herself. Cole’s eyes glittered, and Burke smiled. Yes, she was exactly what they needed.

* * * *

Jessa felt the plush carpet beneath her and tried to breathe through her excitement. God, what were they doing to her? Five days ago, she’d been a virgin. Sex had seemed so unimportant when compared to everything else. Now she was on her hands and knees waiting for two hot men to spank her and fuck her and take everything she had to give.

Why?

Because she loved them. She let the thought flow through her as Burke settled himself behind her. She looked up, and Cole sat like a king on his throne, watching her with those deep blue eyes that reminded her of the night sky right before a storm. He wore a satisfied smile that made her womb clench, one that told her he meant to fuck her ruthlessly and often tonight.

“This is the right choice, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you.” Burke’s hands soothed over her backside.

She knew that and couldn’t resist baiting them. “There’s a lot of talking and not a lot of action.”