The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

Yes, Jewel had that innate desire to reunite people torn from each other. She didn’t know from where it stemmed. All she knew was that being so intricately entwined with others’ lives and then being stripped from them was excruciating. Not just for her. For everyone.

And it seemed that in some instances there just might be a simple answer for reconciliation. This one in particular.

So she said, “The last thing I want is for the two of you to fight over me. My intention has never been to come between you. What’s happened in the past and even now … happened.” She drew in a steadying breath and surged forward. “What I want is for you to understand that I could never love one of you more than the other. It might not make sense to anyone other than me. But in my heart, you are both it for me. No one else could ever replace you. And I won’t ever be able to choose between you, because I am-one-hundred percent committed to both of you. At the same time. For all of eternity.”

Jewel was a little shocked over her own confession. The acknowledgment of the finality of her feelings when it came to these two men.

Perhaps it was Paris that made her so forthcoming. Had her so willing to present her inevitable reality. Whether Rogen and Vin were in agreement didn’t hold her back. How they felt wasn’t something she could control. All she could do was be genuine. They deserved that from her. Direct and to the point. So they could make their own decisions.

Which she didn’t expect them to do in one evening. The trio had reunited just over a week ago. A hell of a lot had happened in that short span of time. There was a lot to process.

She stood and deposited her snifter at the wet bar, then went into the master suite of the private executive residence she’d rented for the trip. Jewel pulled back the thick, luxurious bedcovering and slipped between sateen sheets.

Rogen and Vin joined her. She lay on her side again, this time facing Vin.

He said, “Don’t take our reticence as rejection, baby.”

“I’m not. In truth, I’m still absorbing the idea myself. But I’d be lying if I said taboo doesn’t suddenly appeal to me.”

“Mm,” he murmured against her lips. “Definite thrill seeker.”

“Why don’t we try a little experiment?” Rogen suggested. “Take it slow.”

A thrill chased through her. “As I’ve mentioned, I’m always willing to experiment.”

Vin kissed her as Rogen’s hands explored her body and his lips and tongue skated over her shoulder, along her nape, between her shoulder blades. The feathery touch of Rogen’s mouth on her skin and the fiery sensation of Vin’s tongue tangling with hers were the perfect combination of eroticism. A very specific example of why she felt complete when she was with them.

Rogen’s hands snaked around her to cup and caress her breasts. Vin’s fingers glided over her slick folds, teasing her. Both men were hard. She felt Rogen’s erection against her lower back; Vin’s nestled against her stomach. She writhed between them, their cocks rubbing her tingling flesh, turning her blood molten.

Her palm pressed to Vin’s chest. Her other hand clasped his biceps. He continued the red-hot kiss. Rubbed her pussy lips, making her wetter.

Jewel lifted her leg and draped it over Vin’s waist. Rogen apparently took that as an invitation, because he eased his cock into her from behind. Pumped slowly.

Jewel’s grip on Vin tightened. Exhilaration ribboned through her. She had a feeling this was about to get a hell of a lot sexier.

“Vin,” Rogen said in a low tone. He withdrew from her.

Vin entered her.

Jewel’s nerve endings ignited.

Vin gave several solid thrusts, then pulled out. Rogen plunged in.

Jewel tore her mouth from Vin’s. “Oh, God,” she said on a lusty moan. It wasn’t just the difference in their length and width. Their technique. The angles at which they each penetrated her. It was that they worked so well in unison. The tandem act of Rogen pumping into her while she ground her ass against his groin, and then Vin driving more forcefully as his fingers massaged her clit.

They took turns with her. Their breathing escalated at the same pace as Jewel’s. She kissed Vin. Then Rogen. The tempo quickened and they changed up their pattern to three deep thrusts each, one after the other so that she barely noticed a void as Rogen slipped out and Vin slipped in.

“Yes,” she whispered, her lids dipping, her mind going blank. She concentrated only on having them both in her pussy—almost at the same time. It was sensational. The technique changed to two strokes. The pace hastened. Then it was one stroke each until Jewel shattered.

“Yes!” she cried. And her body quaked.

Then Vin fucked her until he exploded. Rogen followed, filling her pussy with his hot seed. And sending a second, rippling orgasm through her.

* * *

“Are you still in love with her?” Rogen posed the question to Vin the next morning. “After all this time?”

They hunkered down at the kitchen island, Rogen eating a croissant and drinking orange juice, Vin reading a newspaper and sipping black coffee. Jewel had gone shopping.