Bought by the Billionaire Brothers 3: (2 page)

Her eyes widened at his suggestion and she was shocked to see he was totally serious. “You mean?”

He grinned and walked away.

Two minutes seemed a heartbeat away as she made her way to the restroom and quickly locked the door behind her. Suddenly, Nolan’s hands were cupping her breasts from behind, squeezing the plump flesh that filled his palms. “Have you ever had a quickie, separated by the unsuspecting public by a single door?”

“No,” she admitted breathlessly.

“Put your hands
above your head and brace your
self with the wall,” he instructed softly as the sound of his fly opening sped up her heartrate.
Was he really going to
…
? S
he swallowed a gasp as he lifted her dress to her hips, baring her behind to his gaze.
Yes, he was. “Spread your legs, sweetness,” Nolan said, positioning himself behind her,
his cock nudging her entrance, begging for her hot sheath.
Nolan’s fingers gently parted her folds and used her own wetness to ease his way and within seconds, he’d pushed himself inside her.

She stifled a groan as his cock stretched her channel, feeling deliciously impaled on his shaft. There was something wonderfully naughty about the realization that they
could be caught at any moment and the fear heightened her arousal as Nolan quickly began to thrust hard against her. She bit her lip as he buried himself inside her, quick thrusts in and out, everything becoming wetter and slippery inside, increasing the pleasure. She tried not to make a sound but when Nolan whispered, “God, I love to fuck you!” she dissolved into a mindlessly dirty girl intent on one thing: cumming.
“That’s it, baby,” Nolan coaxed, his voice tight. “That’s it…cum for me, baby. Show me how much you like my cock. Are you my dirty girl?”

“Yessss,” she admitted with shameful abandon, gasping and not caring if God and country heard her cries. Within seconds, she shuddered as Nolan’s cock hit the right spot to send her tumbling over the edge into a sweet orgasm that stole the strength from her legs and nearly sent her collapsing to the floor in a heap
.
Nolan’s
hard
thrusts
rocked
her
body
until he grunted in his effort to keep his cries muffled as he came hard inside
her, filling her with his warm seed. He blew out a long breath, still buried inside her and he leaned over and kissed her on the side of her neck. “That my darling, is how you spice up an otherwise boring party,” he teased, slowly withdrawing and tucking his spent cock back in his trousers. She turned and sagged against the wall and he grinned. “You look gorgeous after a good fuck, you know that?” He smoothed a few hairs that’d sprung free from her complicated up-do and then after straightening himself, gave her quick brush across the lips, saying, “Clean up and then have fun and
mingle, but if you want to leave early, the limousine is at your service.”

“Are you going to visit me tonight?” she asked, hopeful. She hated sleeping alone and it’d been a week since either of the brothers had visited. “I miss you,” she added in what she hoped was a seductive tone rather than a plaintive whine.

“I miss you, too, sweetness,” he said. “I’ll try but don’t wait up, okay?”

She tried not to let her expression show her disappointment as she pasted a false smile on her face. “Of course.”

“That’s my girl,” Nolan
smiled
and
left to disappear
into the throng of people.

The minute Nolan was gone, she dropped the smile, sorely disappointed.
The moment the arousal faded, she felt oddly out of sorts. Staring at herself in the mirror, she quickly repaired the damage to her make up and hair, cleaned herself and then went straight to the bartender for a drink. If she were going to torture herself and try her hand at mingling, she’d need a little assistance.
“Gin and tonic, please,” she said to the awaiting bartender.
She rarely drank but tonight seemed an appropriate time to get a little tipsy. Maybe then she wouldn’t care that the brothers were too busy to visit her and it’d been too long since either had paid much more attention to her than they would an expensive lamp.
It was Dillon’s fault, she groused as she sipped her drink. Before he came along, they’d been inseparable. Her body had rang with pleasure as each had taken their turn with her. She longed for that sweet oblivion and it
irritated
that they’d simply put her on a pretty shelf to await their return as if she were a toy, easily bought and easily forgotten.
And as fun as the bathroom quickie was, it was no substitute for what she truly craved: quality time.

Dillon’s words
had
worked like poison on her mind and she gasped at her own poutiness. Goodness gracious, she was becoming a petulant child. She supposed she was still getting used to the perimeters of their relationship and she’d become spoiled with their constant, almost fevered attention.
Although she’d rather poke one of those tiny shrimp forks in her eye than mingle, she steeled her nerves with the help of her drink, and forced herself to smile, laugh and —
 
good God —
 
flirt. She stuffed away her natural inclination to retreat from such crowds and by her third gin and tonic, she was feeling quite chatty. Downright extroverted.

From the corner of her eye she saw Vince and Nolan but she made no overt show of recognition. No one would ever guess that she was their willing sex slave behind closed doors. She smothered a giggle and realized that she was more than a little tipsy —
 
she was nearly drunk.

But it felt good to just let go and relax. She was about to order another
drink
when she realized
she was wobbling a bit in her expensive heels.

“Whoa there,” a voice said as she stumbled into the arms of a man who happened to be in the right place at the right time to prevent an embarrassing spill on her behind. She started to smile blearily at her savior when she realized with a fluttery start that she’d landed in Dillon’s arms. “My brothers are not taking very good care of their pet,” Dillon murmured low enough so that only she could hear. She frowned but in her current state she was too inebriated to refute his claim. In fact, she agreed just a teensy bit.
But that was bad of her, wasn’t it? Why was Dillon so beautiful? Why couldn’t he look horrid? With a limp and a lump on his back?
“Perhaps you should call it a night,” he suggested w
hen all she did was stare
.

She remembered herself and tried to pull away.
“
I’m fine,” she lied with a bright, completely sauced smile. “It’s these damn shoes that are the problem. I don’t know who can seriously walk in these without becoming crippled. I think I saw these shoes in a Chinese museum where they deformed the women’s feet. No women’s rights in ancient China, that’s for sure. And really, why do women perpetuate this need to torture themselves for the sake of a man’s pleasure? I’ve never seen men walking around in these torture devices, that’s for sure.”

“That’s because men don’t have the lovely shape of a woman’s calf, which is accentuated by a heel.
I know for a fact, I would look quite ugly in a heel. However,
your calves for example,” he said, his voice caressing her as if they were the only people in the
room
“
are r
ound and soft, with just the right amount of flesh around the
bone. When I see your legs, they make my
eye
want to
travel higher to the plump curves of your inner thighs and then higher to the sweet junction between your legs.
Then of course, I can’t help but
wonder…are you smooth and bare or do you have
soft, springy curls covering that sweet pussy of yours?”

She swallowed, unable to tear her gaze away from his.
Had he just…
oh God, yes
he had
. And she was ten times the bad person that her senses had gone absolutely nuts with yearning at the thought of his dark head nestled between her thighs, feasting on her dewed folds.
She remembered herself with difficulty,
stammering
.
“I…I don’t think this is an appropriate kind of conversation to have with you,” she
said
, though secretly she wondered what it’d be like to lose herself in the arms of the Buchanan bad boy. Was he rough or sweet, perhaps a combination of both?

“Inappropriate? I don’t know, seems highly hypocritical to stand on moral judgments when, in fact, you sold yourself to my brothers.”

She pulled back, stung. Ouch. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could say to that so she simply lifted her chin with the intent to walk away —
 
even if her gait was a bit unsteady —
 
with as much dignity as she could muster. However, she was shocked to see Vince staring their way, displeasure written all over his face. He wasn’t even pretending not to care or notice. In fact, he’d started to head their way.
“You’d better leave,” she warned Dillon, not wanting to see the brothers fight. Vince’s eyes flashed with raw anger and pos
session, something Penny had never seen before. It scared and thrilled her at the same time.

“
I believe you’ve had enough of the evening’s revelry,” Vince stated curtly to her, though his gaze was
centered squarely on Dillon. “Be wary of my brother, Penny. He only wants what he cannot have and if by chance, he gets what he wants, his attention span is worse than a five-year-old child’s. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Funny, that’s exactly how I’v
e thought of you and Nolan,” Dillon said, smiling. “But perhaps you shouldn’t leave your pet unattended for so long. I’d hate to see her get eaten by one of the many wolves walking around this party.”

“The only wolf I’m worried about is you. Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from Penny.”

“If you have no interest in sharing, why bring her to this party at all?”

That was an excellent question, Penny realized and waited to see how Vince would answer.

“Butt out of our business,” Vince retorted coolly. “Don’t you have someone else’s life to meddle in? You’ve been gone a long time; surely, there’s someone you enjoyed toying with when you still lived here. What was her name? Belinda? Bonnie?” Vince smiled as Dillon’s expression darkened. “Ah, I guess you’re not interested in revisiting the past, is that it? Not that I blame you. Can’t say that particular arrangement had ended well at all.”

“Careful little brother,”
Dillon chuckled but there was a raw darkness clinging to the edge of the seemingly innocuous sound.
“Clumsy fingers
holding sharp rocks inside glass houses are rarely a good mix.” Then he looked directly at Penny and said, “Speaking of the past…perhaps you should ask Vince about Isabel. That’s a good bedtime story —
 
one filled with just the sort of sordid twists and turns that you may enjoy.”

Vince blanched first with shock then something else that Penny couldn’t rightly define but made her uncomfortable.
The tension between the two men was electric.
She was a living, breathing buffer between
them, a female shield made of flesh, bone and jumping nerves.
But aside from the obvious, she had a bigger problem.
She realized with a twist of agony that she was horribly aroused but she didn’t know by whom.

Penny shivered and Vince mistook her reaction for one of fear.
Oh, if only it was simply fear.
There was something dark and dangerous about Dillon and that unknown quality pulled and teased at her innermost secret places, places she hadn’t even known existed until he showed up. And
, if she were honest,
that
was the thing that
scared her. Scared her silly.
She needed to get away from Dillon.
Immediately. “Please take me home,” she begged of Vince, desperate to put her feet back on firmer ground. “
I don
’t want to be here any more.”

Her plea cut through Vince’s simmering fury and he softened in the face of her request. Mindless of the people milling about, Vince pulled Penny close and allowed his hand to possessively roam her backside until his palm rested on her behind. He squeezed
the plump flesh and caused her to gasp just as he savagely took her mouth. He plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth, tasting of scotch and sin, and she melted against him. She blissfully forgot about Dillon —
 
hell, the entire room —
 
and simply accepted the public display of affection as if it were perfectly normal for them to show the world they were connected romantically. Vince pulled away with a satisfied, almost smug smile that was directed at Dillon. “I think I will accompany you tonight,” he said. “It’s been too long since I’ve tasted that perfect body of yours.”
He grasped her hand and with a final smirk at Dillon, they left the party.

#

Vince was a wreck. He didn’t care that he’d outed himself and possibly created deep ripples for himself and Nolan by
molesting
Penny in front of anyone who had eyes to see but something dark and
vicious had ripped through him when he’d seen Dillon cozying up to Penny as if he were leaning in for the kill. Dillon, the bastard, how dare he come into their lives and threaten everything they held dear. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on, thought Vince savagely as they climbed into the dark privacy of the limousine. “Drive,” he barked to the driver. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”