Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

Deacon snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers.

She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.

“If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Abby. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Cole’s words.

“I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”

“Good girl,” Deacon whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”

The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made it to the reception, but it was unavoidable.

“And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”

Cole shook his head. Deacon deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”

“But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?

“Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”

“And you don’t get jealous?”

Deacon chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is.”

“Oh God.” Her knees buckled.

“I’ve got you.” Cole held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Deac.”

She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information.

“What else do you need to know?” Cole asked. She felt better with him holding her.

“You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch?”

Deacon’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”

Cole laughed. “What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You’ll see.”

Abby lowered her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like. Tried to picture having sex with two men at the same time. These two men, who were basically the most perfectly physical specimens on the planet.

“I think I’m scared,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to do anything tonight. Let’s go to the cocktail reception. We can talk about it later,” Cole suggested.

Deacon wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned into his strong chest. “But this feels good,” she whispered.

“Does it?” he asked.

“Mmhmm. I like being between you both. I love it, actually. I want it. I don’t want to be scared of tonight.”

Cole’s eyes lit. “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?” Deacon asked.

“Take off your panties, Abby,” Cole demanded.

Her eyes widened. “But they’re special. I got them for tonight. For both of you.”

“Stay here.” He walked to one of the bedrooms and returned. He opened his palm.