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  Something electric twinged in her core. Dear God, did she have a crush on them? And what was that stunt that Lee pulled today in her office? His hard body had felt warm and protective pressed into hers. She wanted him to stay there a little longer, but it didn’t make any sense. She should hate him.

  She looked up when she heard the knock on her door.

  “Come in.”

  It was Tyler.

  “Oh.”

  “Thank you for the flowers.” She twisted her lips together. She didn’t know how to respond to the gifts.

  “You’re welcome. Lee and I wanted you to know we care. He told me about your conversation today. He told me you’re hesitant about trusting us still. That you’re hesitant about us even after you won.”

  “He did?” She was surprised they had talked about it.

  Tyler nodded. “We share everything, Brooke.”

  “Everything?” she questioned.

  He took a step toward her. Her body responded with electricity at his nearness. She reminded herself she was here because she chose it. Tyler couldn’t keep her anymore.

  “Everything.”

  His fingers lingered along her cheek.

  They had referenced it so many times, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid she would sound like an idiot or a sexual novice. Did they share women like this? Was he implying they slept with the same women? She didn’t have the guts to ask him.

  Instead, she held still while his fingertips trailed along her neck to the front of her throat.

  “So damn beautiful,” he murmured before backing away.

  Her eyes lifted to his. The touch had felt sensual. Something so small and innocent had her panties wet. She wanted another touch. Something more this time.

  “Did you see I bought a designer gown for you?” he asked, changing the mood and the topic.

  She nodded. “Yes, it’s in my closet, but it’s too extravagant for the cabin.”

  “Nothing is too extravagant for you. I’ll see you downstairs soon.” He walked to the door.

  She tried to think of how to stall him, but she knew it was wrong. Every impulse in her body was going against her heart and her mind. She should be throwing Tyler Star out of her bedroom with everything she had, instead she was concocting ways to keep him here.

  “Tyler?”

  “Yes?” He turned at the door.

  “The flowers really are beautiful. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad you like them. Now go get dressed. We have a lot to celebrate tonight. We have a winning artist to make feel special.” He winked before closing the door behind him.

  Brooke fell backward on the bed. What in holy hell just happened?

  Eighteen

  Brooke

  Dinner tonight was different. The seating arrangement was the same. Tyler was on one side and Lee on the other. The candles were lit. The wine had been poured. The food had been prepared as if by magic. But she glanced between the two men and something felt different. The atmosphere was electric. She didn’t know how else to describe it. She saw them through new eyes.

  “I’m being extremely selective who sees your design ahead of our return to StarCon,” Tyler explained. “But I sent the file to our vice president of marketing. She was extremely impressed.” He smiled.

  “She was?” Brooke still couldn’t believe everything that had happened today.

  Lee’s eyes shone. “It’s incredible what you did, Brooke. Nothing compares to it. Tyler chose the perfect design.”

  “It’s our passion project. And now you’re always going to be a part of it,” Tyler added.

  She felt the swirl of giddiness invade her.

  “Can you tell me more about what still needs to be done?” she asked.

  “Of course,” Lee answered more seriously. “When we present our quarterly financials to the shareholders we will also unveil Dreams with Wings. We like to wine and dine them once a year. And of course there is always a media frenzy when we launch something new. No one knows the something new is the foundation.”

  Tyler butted in, “And the press is going to want to see who we bring.”

  This might be it. This might be her chance to ask. She needed to know. It had been in the back of her head since the day that goon deposited her in their offices. It was a question filled with something so taboo she couldn’t believe she kept going back to it.

  “We?” She tried to look coy as she scooped a bite of roasted potato on her fork.

  Tyler nodded. “Yes, we.”

  Lee lifted the wine bottle from the table. “Would you like a refill? Tonight, is a celebration after all.”

  She nodded. “Thank you.” She felt like celebrating. Her art was going global and she had won her freedom on her own.

  “Are you trying to ask us something, Brooke?” Lee pressed her.

  She felt the pink spread from her cheeks to her chest. She was embarrassed, but the innuendos were out of control. She had to know what in the hell they meant every time they mentioned sharing and giving together. It couldn’t possibly mean what she thought it did. Could it?

  “I-I…maybe,” she sputtered on the words.

  Tyler chuckled. “Oh come on, say it. Just ask. We know you want to ask.”

  Lee reached for her hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “Go ahead, Brooke. Ask us. Ask us the right question and we’ll give you the answer you want.”

  God, they were unbelievable tonight.

  “Fine.” She pulled her shoulders back. She could do this. What choice did she have if she wanted the answer. “Do you both sleep with the same girl or something? Is that your thing?”

  “Our thing?” Lee’s eyebrows were high.

  “Yes. Do you share notes? Compare it? I don’t know. Take turns? You keep suggesting something. You’ve hinted and hinted. What is it? What am I missing? What is the relationship with women you have? It’s clearly something you do together. I know that much.”

  Tyler’s grin was devilish. He took her other free hand, sliding his fingers between hers. His grip locked tightly.

  “We share everything, Brooke.”

  “You have said that already. Tell me something I don’t already know. I want new information.”

  She tried to ignore the small flame that was starting to smolder between them. It was just as strong between her and Tyler as it was between her and Lee. She’d never experienced anything like it. How could she simultaneously be attracted to two men? How could they both affect her body? She was spiraling in something unexpected.

  Lee tugged her toward him. “What do you want it to mean, Brooke?”

  “Want? I don’t want anything from either of you. I’ve been clear about that for two weeks.” She tried to pull her hands from theirs, but her attempt was weak. Instead she ended up with their free hands on her knees.

  Tyler pressed one knee wide before Lee did the same from his side.

  “I don’t know if that’s true,” Tyler growled. “You want something. Why couldn’t it be this?” His fingers traveled along the inside of her thigh.

  She shook her head, trying to turn off the surge of adrenaline rushing through her. They were both touching her at the same time. It was happening at once. This wasn’t what she thought sharing meant. Suddenly, everything was coming into focus. The fingers felt cool and warm. Wrong and right. Naughty and delicious.

  “You share?” she whispered. “At the same time?”

  Lee ran his index finger under her dress. The high slit on the gown gave him easy access. “Yes, we share everything. It could be you. If you wanted it to be.”

  Her eyes closed as their fingers inched higher. Her legs opened wider, inviting their fingers to touch her heat. Her silk panties were wet from only a few strokes along her thigh when Tyler dipped a finger under the lace. He pushed the fabric out of the way and strummed her clit, taking possession of it.

  “Ohh,” she moaned. It felt good. Too good.

  Lee pulled her slit wide, guiding her into Tyler’s strokes. She st
arted rocking her hips while her inner walls squeezed. Tyler’s fingers picked up rhythm. She was afraid if she opened her eyes it would all be over, or it would be a dream. The spell that had fallen over them would break if she looked them in the eyes.

  She gripped their hands while her climax climbed higher.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Tyler coaxed. “Fuck my fingers.”

  “She’s so wet,” Lee groaned. “So fucking perfect. Like velvet honey.”

  She let out a sigh when she felt fingers slide inside her. She didn’t know who was who anymore, only that she was open wide for them while they brought fire to her pussy with eager pumps, that gifted her ecstasy one thrust at a time.

  Tyler leaned over the table, dropping her palm. He squeezed her breast in his hand as he crashed his lips to hers. Lee kept one hand between her legs as he moved behind her. He pushed the fabric of her dress aside, exposing her nipple. It perked in the cold. He sucked it between his teeth.

  “Oh God,” she mewed softly.

  Tyler’s kiss deepened. He nipped at her lips before his tongue slid along hers, twisting and moving as his fingers toyed with her clit. She’d wanted to know what it would be like to be kissed by him. It was more than she imagined.

  Lee’s mouth was hot and wet as he sucked harder on her nipple. He pushed her leg wider and then she whimpered when his fingers pushed inside her at the same time as Tyler’s. They were thick together. The heat was unbelievable. Lee’s lips on her breast. Tyler’s tongue thrusting in her mouth.

  Their fingers fucking her with fever as she bucked under the dining table. The candlelight flickered in front of her and the wine glasses sloshed wine as the movements became more frantic. As they began to take her body to a beautiful place. Each one in his own way.

  “Dessert?” Lee asked.

  “Absolutely.” Tyler twirled her around and placed her on the table.

  She felt the world turn upside down he spread her legs and dove between her folds, licking and lapping at her juices.

  Lee’s mouth fell on hers. He kissed her, twisting her nipple between his fingers.

  She began to pant wildly when Lee broke the kiss.

  “Let me taste her,” he groaned.

  Tyler kissed the inside of her thigh before switching places with his best friend. He knelt on the table, taking her tit in his mouth. Lee pushed her knees far to the side and began to devour her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she cried.

  His beard was rough and exquisite on her thighs. It was better than her wicked fantasy. He was wild and untamed.

  Tyler kissed her and she tasted her own scent on his tongue. They were insatiable. Licking and sucking until she felt the climax start to take over.

  It came crashing down around her. The orgasm came out of nowhere, taking her by storm. Slashing through her body. Pouring through her blood like molten rain.

  She came hard in Lee’s mouth, while her palms slapped the table with powerful jolts. She didn’t know how to steady herself. How to accept the pleasure. It was overwhelming. The waves spilled through her as the storm reached its peak in her core before the rain turned to a gentle mist and soothed her body.

  Her eyes opened and Tyler stared at her with complete lust and maybe something else, but she had to be imaging it. There was no way he cared about her. But it was just like the dream she had. Lee between her legs. Tyler hovering and watching.

  “Oh shit,” she whispered.

  “Good girl. He pressed a kiss against her throat. “You were perfect.”

  She fought for breath as they moved their hands from her body. Tyler covered her breast with the stretched fabric of her dress and took his seat. Lee wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and helped her from the table, handing her panties to her. Tyler poured another glass of wine and sat next to her.

  Brooke tried to slow her pulse. She was speechless. The orgasm was still numbing her limbs. The world was suddenly a new place. It was brighter. Hotter. Wilder.

  “Dessert was delicious.” Lee smiled wickedly.

  Tyler laughed. “My favorite flavor of pussy.”

  Brooke stared at the flickering flames on the candelabra.

  She sat between them, trying to gain her balance. Trying to make sense out of what they had done. How amazing she felt. How the room was still spinning. How they acted as if it didn’t happen. As if they hadn’t just licked her raw on the dining room table.

  Brooke placed her palms on the table. She needed space to think. She needed air that wasn’t filled with this much testosterone.

  “I think I’m going to go upstairs. I’m going to my room and look over my desings again,” she announced.

  They looked at her.

  “Everything ok, sweetheart?”

  She looked in Tyler’s dark eyes and then at the sparkle in Lee’s.

  She nodded. “Mmhmm. Good night.”

  “Before you go…”

  She turned around at Tyler’s words. “Yes?”

  “There is always another deal, sweetheart. Consider this to be our offer. Dessert every night.” He winked.

  “And what do you want in return?” she asked boldly.

  “Oh we’re both going to fuck you.” Tyler winked.

  She nodded slowly, praying they didn’t see how the words made her shiver with want.

  Brooke managed to make it all the way to the banister before her knees wobbled and she had to grab the railing before she fell in a puddle on the floor.

  Nineteen

  Brooke

  She looked out her bedroom window. Suddenly her prison tower looked like a peaceful winter oasis. She wore a silk robe and watched the sun start to glisten on the snow.

  Her door opened and she turned around, surprised to see Tyler and Lee together. They had never both been inside her room at the same time.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” Tyler spoke first.

  “How did you sleep?” Lee asked.

  She realized they could probably see her hard nipples through the sheer silk, but that was probably why they had bought this outfit for her. She turned on the window seat to face them.

  “I was a little restless,” she admitted.

  “Thinking about dessert?” Lee winked.

  “That was a one-time thing,” she whispered.

  Tyler strolled to her side. His hand found her hip. His palm slid against her ass, cupping it. She looked at him, stunned he was so forward with her body, so quickly.

  “You don’t want to come like that again?” His fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and she held her breath. The side of his hand pressed between her legs, firm against her heat.

  She whimpered. “What are you doing?”

  Tyler’s lips coasted over her neck. “I asked you something. Do you want to come like that again?”

  His hand rubbed between her legs, pressing into her panties.

  Lee was next to him. He tipped her chin toward his mouth. He had undeniably kissable lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. She wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him too.

  “We can make you come so many times, you’ll lose count,” he tempted her. “Just say it.”

  Her mouth collided with his as his firm lips melted into hers. Her hips jutted forward as Tyler continued to massage her heat, drawing her off the window seat.

  “Say it,” he demanded, pulling her from Lee’s lips and crushing her with his own. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and she threw her arms around his neck. She nodded, mewing out her yes.

  Lee stepped behind her, wrapping his hands to the front of her waist. He untied her robe, sliding it off her shoulders as Tyler kissed the hell out of her.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Your ass is beautiful.”

  She didn’t expect her panties to be peeled to the floor, but Lee was on a mission. Tyler’s fingers immediately slid between her folds, flicking her clit.

  “Ohh,” she whimpered. “It’s happening so fast.”

  “You like it
?” he asked.

  She nodded. It was exquisite the way he possessed her. “Holy hell, I like it. Too much.”

  Suddenly she felt Lee spread her cheeks as he knelt on the floor behind her. His tongue was pressed against her ass. She jumped, but his hands held her hips while Tyler worked his fingers back and forth.

  She relaxed as Lee’s tongue explored her backside. She couldn’t believe it. Did he want to lick her there? She groaned, realizing it felt amazing. She’d never had a man lick her in that sensitive spot. But the tight ring of muscles felt like a circle of electricity as Lee toyed at it with her tongue.

  Tyler’s kisses were everything. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth as he sucked and bit at her lips. She was losing all control.

  She lifted her arms in the air as he pulled the sweetheart nightie off her chest and over her head.

  “Your tits are so damn perfect, sweetheart.”

  It was the last item of clothing to fall to the floor. She was standing in the suite naked, sandwiched between them while Lee was on his knees behind her, and Tyler’s fingers coaxed her to rock her hips back and forth.

  “I want your ass, Brooke.” Lee’s voice was husky behind her.

  She moaned.

  “Have you given it to anyone else?” he asked.

  She looked in Tyler’s eyes. He towered over her.

  She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

  Tyler looked as if he could devour her on the spot. “No one has had that sweet ass of yours?” he asked in disbelief.

  “I’ve never even thought about it,” she admitted. “No one…it’s never…” She was embarrassed.

  They twirled her between them so she was now facing Lee on his knees. She looked down in his bright blue eyes.

  “I’m sorry I’ve never had anyone there,” she apologized. She knew they were more experienced than her. She felt inadequate.