Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“I’m already addicted to you.”

“Mmm. Me too.” She turned around, leaning into his chest.

He returned to the body wash and lathered her breasts again, soaping every square inch of her until she was clean.

The water ran between them. Abby knew she had found something so perfect it couldn’t be defined any other way.

26

Abby

Cole wore a pair of pajama pants. She blinked at his bare chest. She wandered out of Deacon’s room completely satisfied.

“Sounded like you had a good shower.” Cole smiled.

She blushed. She didn’t know if she should feel guilty or not. It was hard to get used to this arrangement. Obviously, Cole had heard the sounds she made when she and Deacon were in the shower. That moment had been special. He had made love to her like a man in love.

“Don’t do that, Abby. We’ll have our time too without Deacon. It’s all good. I’m happy when you’re happy. We’ve shared a lot tonight.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Dinner should be here in a minute.”

She ran a towel through her hair. The perfect outfit she had spent the afternoon putting together was tattered. The makeup washed away. She was a new woman now. A woman she had decided to become.

She sat on the couch, drawing her feet under her. She watched Cole. She wondered how he could be so calm. How he could be ok, knowing she had just had sex with his best friend.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked. “I know you want to say something.”

She hesitated. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“I would go crazy if I thought you were with another woman. I couldn’t stand it. Yet, you know I had sex with Deacon in the shower and you’re completely fine. I’m scared to death I’m going to hurt you. Or hurt him. That I’m going to come between you or lose you both.” She pulled a pillow to her chest.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He sat next to her. “Look at me.”

Her eyes locked on his.

“That’s better.” He smiled. His hand caressed the edge of her thigh, rounding to under her leg, pushing the robe out of the way. “Does this bother you?”

She shook her head. “No. It feels good.”

“And it should. When I touch you, it feels good. When he touches you, it feels good. That’s all we want—to make you feel good. We’re not going to be mad or jealous.”

His hand rested on her knee. He squeezed gently. “Is it starting to make sense?”

“I think so.”

“And when I do this.” He cupped her cheek, brushing his lips over hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, finding her tongue with a single flick. She melted into his lips, falling for his kisses. He broke away. “When I do this, it’s about you and me.”

She nodded. “I understand.” She turned her mouth upward, she wanted another kiss, and Cole answered with passion. He growled, inhaling her lips with a fierce kiss.

“I’ve got some work to do.” He rose from the couch. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”

“I am. Better than ok.” The more she asked questions, the better she felt. The more she talked to Deacon and Cole, the more she realized they meant every word they spoke. They were happy sharing her. It was an arrangement they enjoyed.

“Did I hear dinner?” Deacon walked into the living room a minute later. He was shirtless like Cole.

“Not yet. Should be here in a few.”

Deacon dropped his athletic frame on the couch and turned on the flat screen TV. “What do you think about basketball?” he asked.