Louisa Neil (25 page)

“How will you prove that?” she asked, glancing from one man to the other.

“Come with us.” Sloan stood and reached for her hand. Diana let hers drop onto his and stood. Dane rose beside her. “Just trust us a bit. If you still think we’re crazy, we won’t hold it against you, won’t pressure you.”

“Where?”

“Upstairs,” Dane told her, taking the lead as they slowly walked back into the house. “Remember when I first brought you here?”

“How could I forget that afternoon? We fucked overlooking the front lawns.” Somehow she figured using the language would stop them, but it didn’t. Instead, Dane just laughed.

“Yes, that afternoon.” They reached the bottom of the stairs. “I brought you here to show you your room.”

“My room?” She glanced to each man in turn and saw their smiles.

“Yes, the master bedroom is yours. Come up and see what we’ve done with it.”

“Don’t you guys use the master bedroom?”

“We each have a bedroom of our own.” Sloan nudged her to continue up the stairs. “Come and see our rooms.” At the top, he turned to the right and opened up the first door. It was a masculine room done in browns and beiges, very masculine but modern.

“This has to be Dane’s room,” Diana commented, glancing in from the doorway.

“And this is my room.” Sloan guided her farther down the hallway and into a dark-blue-and-beige room. The furniture was antique in there, and immediately Diana could picture Sloan sitting before the fireplace in the club chair with a book in hand and a drink on the table beside it.

“This fits you,” she said, taking a step inside and looking around. “But why didn’t either of you use the master room?”

“That’s waiting for you.” Dane guided her by her elbow out of the room and across the hall. She hesitated, but he nudged her farther across the hall. Standing in the doorway, she couldn’t hold the gasp that escaped her throat. “It looks different than the last time you were here.”

Diana took a step forward into the most magnificent room she’d ever seen. The bed was massive, taking up most of the sidewall. The carved wood headboard called to her, and she didn’t hesitate to walk closer and let her hand run along the carving. It reminded her of Martin somehow, of the large chair she sat in with him the last time she’d dreamed him. She held onto the headboard while looking around. The walls were papered in a white-on-white wallpaper with a thin green vine woven through the geometric pattern. The linens looked so soft she couldn’t stop from letting her fingers run along the duvet. It was a dark green with a white stripe, super soft to her touch. Underneath it, she could see the actual sheets and pillow cases were white with a similar green vine design embroidered on the edges.

“I’ve never seen such a huge bed,” she said, more to herself than to Dane.

“It’s an antique frame. We had the mattress and linens custom made to fit.” Sloan was standing in the doorway watching her. Dane had dropped his weight onto the bench at the foot of the bed.

“It’s beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be used.”

“All things in life are meant to be used. Some just used, others cherished.” Sloan continued to stand where he was.

Glancing to him, she surmised his dual meaning but didn’t verbalize her thought. She walked to the back window and ran her hand along the reading chair. It looked soft and inviting. She wanted to let her weight drop into it and pull the ottoman closer to raise her feet. She didn’t. “It’s a beautiful view of the backyard.” Beside the chair was an antique desk with a Queen Anne chair. The upholstery complemented the rest of the linens and fabrics in the room. Turning, she looked along the room. Sloan had entered and pushed opened the door to a walk-in closet and then the bath. It, too, had been changed to a level of decadence she’d not known before. Everything was white with dark-green accents. The sink was now a beautiful white marble with green veining.

It was all becoming a bit overwhelming, so she wandered back to the bedroom. It was inevitable that she’d walk to the other end of the room. Before the window that overlooked the front garden, she paused. Images of her and Dane fucking there passed through her mind. Today there was a dressing table before it. The top of it was made of the same marble with green veining they’d used in the bathroom. It was cool to her touch yet with a defined texture. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“It’s called Connemara marble. We saw it in West Ireland on one of our trips. Once we met you, we knew it would be perfect.”

“So you just made a few phone calls and had some shipped over?” She meant it to be a joke, but looking from one man to the other, she realized they’d done it for her. “I didn’t mean to be flip about it. It’s just a bit overwhelming.”

“But it does resemble the jewelry.” Dane still relaxed at the foot of the bed.

“Yes, it does.”

“But you’re confused about all this.” Sloan walked to her and dropped his hand on her shoulder. His finger gently touched the stones hanging from her left ear. He pulled out the small bench seat to the dressing table, and she gladly dropped onto it.

For several seconds, she just studied the view from the window. Too many things ran through her mind to concentrate on any of them. Diana slipped off her sandals and let her toes feel the carpet beneath them. She turned and scanned the room. The hardwood floors were polished to a high shine, and throw rugs were placed under the dressing table where she sat, one under the bed and one at the rear seating area. She could picture herself in all these places. Enjoying a book in the late afternoon, overlooking the garden. Waking in the morning and stretching in the huge bed. Sitting at the front window to brush out her hair. From the moment she entered the room, it had all become too surreal. Now she was picturing herself living there.

“Sloan, I think we’ve gone too far.” Dane smiled at her and sat up. “How about a drink?”

“Not in here,” she said quickly, “I’d be afraid of spilling it.”

“Diana, we designed this room for you to enjoy. It’s not a museum to be looked at and never lived in.” Sloan wandered from her side and opened a mirrored wall chest. While there were rows of drawers from waist-height down, the top was set up as a bar. She watched as Sloan poured an amber liquid into three cut-crystal tumblers. He handed her the first and then gave Dane the second. With his back leaning against the bar, he held up the third.

“To Diana being comfortable here with us.” He raised his glass in a toast. Dane did the same, and Diana followed.

“This is all a bit overwhelming.” She sipped from the glass and waited until the burning in her throat turned into a warming through her. She felt her nipples harden under the cotton shirt and didn’t try to hide the peaks. Instead, she found herself sitting taller, showing the men the reaction her body was experiencing. There were no more decisions to be made. She’d made up her mind before leaving her own home. “Are we all locked in?”

“Yes,” Sloan told her, “and the alarm is set. Nobody will bother us.”

“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble for me.” Diana stood and glanced around the room. “It is truly a beautiful room.”

“One you’d like to live in?” Dane asked.

“One I’d like to spend time in.” With her glass in hand, she took a second tour around the room. When she came to the back window, she released the satin roping holding the heavy drapes and let them close, sealing out the daylight. She wandered back to the front of the room and released that set of drapes. She was more comfortable in the darkness, more at home without daylight filtering into their space. “So tell me this—how do you imagine this to work?”

“We’re here for your pleasure, here to make your dreams come true.” Sloan finished his drink and put the glass on the bar. He walked toward her and wrapped his fingers around hers. “Do you want more of this?”

“No. I know what I want, but I’m not sure I can go through with it.”

Dane stood and put his glass on the bar. “Why don’t I leave you two alone for a bit? I’ll make us something to snack on.” He left the room but didn’t close the door behind him. Diana clasped her hands together and, with a boldness she didn’t know existed inside her, pushed her chest forward. Sloan’s hands were there to capture her breasts through the material.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for ages, since I first saw your photo. When I saw you in person, my fingers itched to touch you. Our night together wasn’t long enough.” He leaned down and captured her nipple through the material. “No amount of time will ever be enough.” He dropped one arm around her waist and tugged her closer to him. She could feel his cock, full and hard, against her. The fingers of his other hand slid under the material of her shirt and began to fondle her breast. His lips closed over hers, kissing her with a passion she’d not known before. Soon, she was writhing against him, her arm locked behind his head, pulling him closer as their tongues battled. His fingers pinched her nipple, and it hardened further. It drove her to nip at his bottom lip. Diana felt his cock surge against her belly.

“What about Dane?” Her words were breathless, and she didn’t really want to hear his answer. “Is he supposed to be here, too?”

“Do you want him here?”

“Eventually, but not just now. Later, after I feel your cock in me. What do you want right this moment?”

“To feel your skin against mine.” In an act of boldness, she drew back from him and reached to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and off then tossing it to the floor. Standing bare-chested before him, his mouth instantly covered her nipple, and his hands moved over her breasts. Diana became lost in the pull of his lips. She closed her eyes and let him have her. She groaned when he sucked her nipples, and gasped when his mouth encased her entire breast, sucking it between his lips. In that instant, she knew in some strange way, she’d been with him before. That his touch was the same as Martin’s, that she’d have a red mark outlining her whole breast tomorrow. She didn’t care about the mark or not being able to explain the details. She just wanted more.

Diana let her hand drop between them and started to stroke his erection in time with his sucking. “That feels amazing,” she whispered and stroked him harder.

It took all her strength to pull away from him. She pushed her hair from her face and dropped to her knees before him, rubbing both her hands along his length.

“I want to suck you,” she told Sloan and managed to undo his pants, pushing them down his hips. His cock sprang free, and she sighed. “This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

At first she teased him, running her tongue along his cockhead and around while pumping him with her hand. It wasn’t enough, so she started to swallow him in small increments. When she’d pull back, he’d groan. When she swallowed his length, he’d moan. Sloan’s hands dropped to her shoulders. Glancing up, she saw the image of her Minotaur and Martin and Sloan all mixed into one man, the man standing before her. The man whose cock she was swallowing down her throat. On each outward pass, she let her teeth scrape along his skin. He would surge between her lips, and she’d lap up the droplets of pre-cum.

“I feel like I’ve known you all my life. Like we’ve done this all our lives.”

“For generations,” he uttered and let his head drop back on his shoulders. “I’ve waited so long to find you, Diana. I almost can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“I’m here with your cock down my throat. How much more real does it get?”

“I don’t know, just don’t stop.”

Diana took his words as truth and started to suck him in earnest, using her throat muscles to milk him deeper. Just when she thought he’d come, she paused and licked at his sack, taking one testicle between her lips and rolling her tongue around it. Then she’d do the same with the other one. Diana didn’t know how long she sucked him, only that she wanted more from him, wanted both men.

Taking his cock back to her lips, she slid her finger in, too, using it to stroke his cock while she sucked. That was when her pussy really started to ache for attention. Dropping her free hand, she started to stroke herself through the material of her skirt. She was close to coming from the acts and knew she needed more. Then she realized how different she felt to her own hand since she’d shaved earlier in the day. She’d almost forgotten about that. Only when the material shifted against her bare pussy did she remember. Now she couldn’t get enough of her own touch.

Diana sat back on her heels and pulled her skirt out of the way. Then she swallowed him again. She rubbed her bare pussy as she sucked his cock, wondering how he’d react to the change she’d made. She had a passing thought that Dane would like it, too. With her free hand, she slid her finger in his anus, fucking his ass while she sucked him and rubbed herself.

From the corner of her eye, she caught movement. She didn’t stop what she was doing. Only having realized Dane was watching from the doorway, Diana wanted to give him a real show. She doubled her enthusiasm sucking Sloan’s cock and made her own movements against her skin more pronounced. Dane would know for sure she was rubbing herself. She wasn’t sure he could see she had shaved, but that would come later.

Sloan’s fingers bit into her shoulders, and she pushed another finger in his ass. His groan was her reward, along with his cum spurting on her tongue. She stayed with him, still milking the last drops of his cum with her throat muscles while she screwed his ass with her fingers. At that moment, with the taste of his cum on her lips and her throat sucking him deeper, she pushed two of her own fingers inside her pussy. She came after only a few thrusts of her own fingers. Continuing to suck Sloan, she slowed her movements until he was relaxed above her. Diana knew her pussy would be creamy from her release when the men touched her.