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  “Playboy? You don’t know me, Bryan. You think that just because I fell into this world late, I don’t deserve anything. Well, let me tell you, I worked for what I have. Just because the idea came to me out of the blue doesn’t mean medical devices actually just manufacture themselves.”

  “Oh, and I suppose you were on the production lines?”

  “Shut up!” I yelled.

  Silence.

  “Thank you. Okay, listen, it is exactly this kind of shit that I’m talking about. So you came to be shareholders two different ways. Is it really such a big deal to you that you need to inconvenience everyone else because you can’t even be civil to one another? Dave, Nathaniel’s worried that luck is more important than years of hard work. Nathaniel, Dave feels like maybe you know more than he does about international trade agreements, but he’s pissed as hell that you aren’t taking his advice on production outsourcing. And both of you have some good ideas on how to structure these agreements. So why don’t you say what the hell has been bothering you and just let the rest of it go? Because I have news for you. You’re not going to wake up in a magical world where you get everything you want all of a sudden, and that’s actually okay. Everyone in this damned world has things they want and can’t have, so why don’t you both get over yourselves and do what’s best for everyone else for a change?”

  They stared at me, open-mouthed. Apparently, no one ever read rich guys the riot act. It was possible they hadn’t been yelled at in years. I waited, raising one eyebrow, for them to give each other an apology. And then, unexpectedly:

  “What do you want that you can’t have?” Dave asked me quietly.

  I blinked. It wasn’t a sarcastic question. He really seemed to want to know.

  “Yes.” Nathaniel was buttoning and unbuttoning his suit jacket, an adorably nervous gesture, but his eyes were serious. “What is it that you want?”

  There were a lot of things that I wanted—for instance, all of the things I’m pretty sure they expected me to say. A quiet office, maybe. A non-stressful few days. People that worked for my company not yelling at each other in the elevator bank. And I opened my mouth, in fact, to say just that.

  “I want you,” was what came out.

  Oh, shit.

  “What?” Dave asked.

  “Which one of us?” Nathaniel asked.

  The two of them actually exchanged a look that was, for once, not tinged with distaste, and I swallowed. They waited. I tried to think of anything to say other than the truth, because I’d finally figured it out. My cheeks were so hot that I thought I might explode.

  But there was no keeping the words back.

  “I want both of you,” I said quietly.

  There was a silence.

  “What?” Dave finally managed.

  “I’ll go.” I picked up my purse, burning with shame and already rehearsing excuses to be out of the office tomorrow. “I’m so sorry, that was so, so—”

  “Intriguing?” Nathaniel suggested softly.

  “I’m sorry, what?” It had to be a joke. Only he wasn’t grinning like it was a joke, and Dave’s eyebrows were raised speculatively. “You have got to be kidding,” I said, a bit desperately.

  “Were you?” Dave asked me. He was at my side a moment later. “Because if what it takes to have you is watching you with him, too…” His eyes darkened with desire, and his breath was coming short. “I don’t think that would be so bad.”

  “Agreed.” Nathaniel’s breath stirred the hair on the back of my neck.

  Chapter 6

  “We can’t actually…”

  “What?” Nathaniel set his lips to her neck, fingers tightening around her hips so she could feel his hardness pressing against her.

  “Oh, my God.” April heard her own voice as if from a distance. Dave was kissing her, his lips as soft as Nathaniel’s and just as possessive. A hand slid up to cup her breast, fingers circling one of the nipples that poked through the thin fabric.

  “Who do you want first?” Dave asked her, drawing back just enough to speak. His hand cupped her cheek and she turned her face into his hand, whimpering as she felt Nathaniel pin her between them.

  “I…” Both of you. The thought gave her a stab of pleasure, and they must have known what she wanted to say, because she heard a low, throaty laugh.

  Nathaniel pulled the zipper of her dress down and she felt the faint touch of cold air on her skin, making her shiver. When she went to step out of her heels, he stopped her with a brief touch.

  “Leave them on.”

  Lingerie shows were for thin girls, April wanted to say—and then it clicked into place, at long last. It didn’t matter. What mattered was what they wanted, the three of them, here in this room. They wanted to see her in her heels and her bra and panties, full breasts and round hips. They wanted to be inside her, both of them, and they found her beautiful.

  Nothing else mattered. They were stripping off their suits, both of them like some GQ magazine spread gone very, very dirty, and April had to force herself not to turn away, blushing. This was something she wanted, and that they wanted. She didn’t have to be modest.

  “Come here.” Nathaniel beckoned her to the bed. He was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, from well-muscled arms to slim hips and…April blushed. She caught her breath as he knelt to slide her thong down over her hips, and Dave’s hands were at her back, unhooking her bra.

  This time it was Nathaniel who kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and her gasping at the feel of him hard against her. At her back, Dave was kissing her shoulder, her neck, her jaw. She could feel him throbbing against her, his skin warm.

  When Nathaniel lay back on the bed and beckoned, she felt another wave of shyness. She wanted to ride him feel him press up against her, but surely that wasn’t allowed. Surely…

  “Not quite yet.” Dave’s voice held no malice, just promise. Slowly he turned her and laid her back on the bed, parting her thighs and kneeling between them.

  Nathaniel’s fingers turned April’s face to his and his lips had just met hers when Dave’s mouth touched her and she arched, moaning. She would have cried out except for Nathaniel’s mouth on hers, and she heard his groan at the sound of her pleasure, one finger circling a nipple, rolling it as she moaned with need. The fingers withdrew, and thrust again, and then Dave parted her legs further and she felt the touch of his tongue on her.

  She had forgotten which way was up. All she could feel was Dave’s fingers sliding into her, how slick she was for him, for both of them, and his tongue was sliding in and out of her until she could no longer control the moans she was making. When he slid all of his fingers into her, she jerked her hips against him. She wanted more. She needed more.

  She was straddling Nathaniel a moment later, gasping as she hesitated. She could feel him pressing against her, hard and ready, and she wanted nothing more than to sink onto his cock. But could she really do this?

  It was Dave at her back, his hands on her hips, who persuaded her. He guided her down and she gasped with pleasure. Nathaniel’s groan was her answer from the bed. He pressed up, sheathing himself in her entirely, and his eyes drifted closed.

  “Dear God,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse. “You’re so tight.”

  Any reply she might have made was lost in a cry of pleasure as Dave’s fingers found her clit. She was riding Nathaniel’s cock, whimpering, desperate for more as she moved her hips desperately against Dave’s touch. His other hand turned her face to his and she could feel him rock hard against her back. More. She needed more. Her pace increased until Nathaniel’s hands stopped her forcibly, holding her away as he gasped for breath.

  “I’m going to…you’re going to make me come.”

  “Isn’t that what you want?” April’s breath came in a little sound of need. She wanted him back inside her.

  “Not yet.” His eyes were wicked. “You wanted us both, remember?”

  “But I…” When she realized what he meant
, her cheeks flamed. “Oh, my God. I’ve never, uh…”

  “We’ll take it slow.” Nathaniel had found some lube on one of the side tables, and he raised an eyebrow at Dave. “Classy, huh?”

  Nathaniel laughed, but when April sank onto his cock, his laugh trailed off in a deep, shuddering breath.

  “Dammit, woman, you are going to drive me insane.”

  “Maybe.” April grinned as she moved slowly, so slowly, rising and falling on his cock. She looked over her shoulder as Dave’s hand stroked slowly, leisurely, along his cock. He was watching them with half-closed eyes, pleasure in his gaze.

  When he pressed her forward gently, April felt her breath come short with nerves.

  “Kiss me,” Nathaniel whispered. “Relax.”

  “Relax. Right.” April set her lips on his, feeling her tension melt away at the soft pressure. She was just forgetting her fear when she felt Dave’s fingers at her ass, circling, pressing lightly. She drew in her breath.

  “Just a finger,” Dave said softly. It pressed harder, just a little, just enough, and she moaned. Was it Nathaniel inside of her, or the feel of Dave’s fingers, or both? She was awash in sensation, she could feel Nathaniel beginning to move again and she hardly had the presence of mind to rock her hips against his.

  The finger slid inside her, in and out, and her moans were stifled against Nathaniel’s mouth. One finger, then two, stretching her in a way she had never even imagined. April whimpered, feeling her hips begin to move in a silent plea for more. Dave’s low laugh was her only answer. A third finger penetrated her, and now there was the touch of pain, but he held still, easing into her as she rocked her hips against him.

  When he entered her, she cried out. Nathaniel’s cock moving in her, muscles clenched slick and wet around him and his hard chest against her, his tongue in her mouth, and Dave sliding slowly into her from behind. She wanted more, more, and it was never going to be enough.

  She could feel her orgasm coming, building, so deep she was almost frightened.

  “I’m going to…I’m going to…”

  “Yes,” Nathaniel whispered against her mouth. “Give yourself up to it. Come on, April. I want to feel you.”

  “Oh, my God.” And then her world exploded and April was coming harder than she ever had before, gasping their names, feeling them both shudder as they came with her.

  It seemed like a very long time before she came back to reality.

  “Oh, my God,” she repeated quietly.

  “Champagne?” Nathaniel suggested, his voice low and amused. “And then…perhaps more?”

  “Mmm.” April wriggled her hips, delightfully sore. “I’m up for it. Dave?”

  “Oh, hell yes.” Dave’s fingers parted her pussy and slid inside. “But first, champagne. Good call, Bryan.”

  April laughed. She had a feeling that the rest of this visit was going to be a lot more fun than she’d expected.

  The End

  Double Rebound

  Menage Romance

  Chapter 1

  Jessie Holbrook looked down at the papers in her hand once more and hit the dial button on her phone. She finally had her freedom and it was time to celebrate. Her first call was to her best friend, Megan. They’d been waiting for this day for two longs years and it was finally here!

  “Hey, it’s me; give me a call when you get this. Big news! Love you, bye!” Jessie hated talking on the phone so she was happy the voicemail on Megan’s phone picked up but she hated leaving messages just as much so she rushed through it.

  Putting her phone down she went to her closet, pulling out the dress wrapped in plastic that she’d been waiting to wear for over a year now. Her “I’m free” dress. A concoction of black silk that hugged every curve nicely and flared where it needed to. The dress looked simple enough but when Jessie put it on the dress made her feel beautiful, desirable, and confident, even if she was a little bigger in the waistline than some of her friends.

  Jessie looked in the mirror after a shower and applied makeup. Her blue eyes popped with the expert application of black mascara, her lips were a subtle, seductive, shade of light pink that made her full lips appear to be wet from her tongue, while her high cheekbones and straight thin nose were decorated only with a slight dollop of powder to keep her skin from shining. Jessie was naturally pretty; she didn’t need much to accentuate her looks. Besides, she found her confidence in her ability to hold a conversation, her intelligence, and the way she could make others laugh and enjoy themselves. She didn’t have to look like a painted trollop to attract attention.

  She did reconsider for a moment as she adjusted the bust-line of the very low top. A little cleavage didn’t hurt, though. And she had a lot of cleavage with her large breasts. Grinning at herself once more before putting on black heels and a lace shawl Jessie picked up her phone and read the message Megan sent her.

  “Be there at 8, bringing the girls. I’m so excited, tell me now!”

  “No, see you in a few then.” Jessie sent the response and couldn’t suppress the urge to wink at the phone. Tonight was going to be incredible!

  It was Friday night and Exotica, the club Jessie was meeting Megan at, was proof of it. She produced her license for the doorman, proving her age was 24, and walked into the busy club. People filled the club, some dancing under flashing colored lights; others were sitting at tables in dark corners, trying to get away with as much as they could. Then there was Megan and “the girls” as they called each other. Four other women, two blondes, a brunette, and one with purple hair, surrounded the petite black and pink streak-haired Megan.

  Jessie slid in to the booth, her long black hair a curtain hiding the intricate work of her lace shawl. She grinned at the ladies as they jumbled up to greet her, doing half-stands to kiss her cheek in greeting. They knew what was coming and Jessie could almost feel their excitement coming off of them in waves.

  “Well?” Megan finally demanded as Jessie just sat quietly, grinning at her closest friends. “Is it that day?”

  Jessie squealed but still didn’t answer. Instead she pulled the papers from her bag and set them before the waiting women. Megan snatched them up and read them out loudly over the din of other people and pulsing electronic music. The other ladies assembled, a mix of short and tall, thin and thick, listened to Megan with rapt attention until the end when they all cheered.

  “You’re free! Your divorce is final!” Another round of hugs and kisses started up then and Jessie felt a moment of tearful joy. These truly were caring women and they rejoiced in Jessie’s divorce because they knew the hell her now ex-husband had put her through to have it. From dragging his feet signing papers, to contesting how much money would be split between the pair, Michael had been a complete douchebag over the whole thing.

  Drinks were ordered and Cara and Seline pulled Jessie out to the dance floor for her first “free-woman” dance. Jessie laughed in joy, her hair falling down her back to her waist, and she danced seductively with her friends. She’d be lying if the movement of her friends against her body wasn’t even slightly tempting but Jessie was looking for partners of the male persuasion tonight. And she’d just spotted two over in a corner, their eyes on her as she danced.

  “Those men seem to be eyeing you, Jessie. Give them a wink.” Cara, a short, thin blonde whispered to Jessie, her teasing words making Jessie giggle.

  Jessie caught their eyes, smiled at them, and gave them an undeniable wink. Then the one towards the back, standing almost in the shadows stepped out into the light giving Jessie a wink back.

  “Oh my god, that’s my neighbor!” Jessie cried, rushing back to her seat. Embarrassment made her cheeks blaze, and Jessie hid behind her fall of hair, holding her mouth to smother her giggles.

  “Here, drink this.” Megan ordered Jessie, looking over at the men Jessie still couldn’t take her eyes from, and smiled. “Oh yes, they are a lovely pair of devils aren’t they?”

  “Indeed. That one on the left is my neighbor, Liam
. The man is gorgeous! He moved in last month and I still haven’t worked up the nerve to say hello to him but spot him in a club and wink at him. I feel like such an idiot.” Jessie buried her head in her hands but then took a shot of her drink. No, she came to laugh, to play, and to have a good time. This simply wasn’t going to do. Not at all.

  She looked over at Megan to see her beckoning to the men. Jessie felt an urge to stop her friend but decided to be brave instead. Jessie sat up straighter, brushed her hair behind her shoulders, and waited with a smile on her face.

  “Good evening, ladies.” The men said in unison.

  Each of the women said hello back and Megan invited them to sit between her and Jessie. They refused but the tall one with a blindingly handsome smile that made Jessie’s knees weak asked her to dance. The dark headed one, the one with such piercing grey eyes, held his hand out.

  “Oh with both of you? Well, that should be novel.” Jessie replied, popping up out of her seat. This was a twist.

  Jessie moved out to the floor with the men, studying them as they walked to a spot less crowded with more room to move. The dark haired one was at least six foot tall; Jessie was only five and a half feet and the man stood well over her head. His face was chiseled, familiar somehow, but she became distracted by the dark shadow of beard on his face and stopped trying to remember which actor he reminded her of. And the other one, the one moving up behind her, his hands going to her waist, he reminded her of statues of Adonis. The man had those sleepy bedroom eyes that made women go all gooey inside, with a muscular body. The one behind her had a lean waist, with a strong face that beckoned fingers to slide over his cheek into his dirty-blonde hair. Jessie’s pulse kicked up as the one in front moved up to her, his hands around her hips, pulling her close.

  Jessie forgot to breathe as the man in front leaned down, his eyes on her lips, but his lips kept moving past her mouth, barely brushing against hers, to whisper into her ear.

  “I’m Jax, the man behind you is Liam. What’s your name pretty lady?” Jax moved her with the beat of the music but Jessie didn’t notice, she was too busy resting back against the hard body of the man behind her as Jax moved enough to stare down into her eyes.