The Escort Series (Billionaire Bachelors) - Complete Collection (15 page)

Both
brothers were alone at the kitchen table when she appeared. They sent her
identical smiles of pleasure and she tried not to melt as they beheld her.

“That
dress is lovely, darling, but why didn’t wear something from your new
wardrobe?” Ryan teased, placing a hot cup of coffee in front of her as she took
her seat in between them.

She
shrugged casually. “I guess I didn’t think. I just grabbed the first thing I
saw. Hmm, this looks yummy,” she said quickly, looking down at the heaped food
before them.

“Then
enjoy,” Jason said, grinning as he placed a plate in front of her.

“Why do
I have the distinct impression you’d like to fatten me up?” she teased, finding
it so easy to smile and tease them both. But then she saw the smile fade from
their lips as she
said,
“Maybe it would be best if I
left soon after the meal. I’ll order a cab so you won’t have to bother taking
me home. I’m sure you both have things to do…business and all that.”

“What’s
the hurry?” Ryan asked lightly, biting into his toast.

Bea
looked at him. “Well, for one thing, I have a job,” she confessed. “And
although I took the day off, I still have a lot of things to do at home. And
then there’s my flat mate…”

“You’re
twenty four, Bea, not fourteen,” Jason put in with a teasing smirk. “You must
have told her where you were. I’m sure she doesn’t consider us mass murderers
or she’d never have let you meet up with us in the first place. After all, you
did say she’s an escort herself so she’ll understand if we decide we want to
continue to enjoy your company.”

Bea exhaled
a little impatiently. “I don’t understand. I was only meant to spend a few
hours as your evening companion, and then I was made to spend the night. And
then the whole weekend…”

She saw
Ryan glance Jason’s way as a look passed between them. Ryan said kindly, “I
understand how it may seem overwhelming to you, all things considered. We’re
not kidnappers; we won’t keep you here longer against your will. Of course you
can go home today if you wish. But we would like to discuss the option of
seeing you again.”

Bea
took a quick gulp from her coffee. “About that…I’m thinking that really won’t
be necessary.”

She saw
them both frown in confusion, and she sighed deeply. “I mean, like you said,
Ryan, this has really been overwhelming. Far beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed
of partaking in. And it’s been great, every second of it. I can’t imagine any
other two people I’d have wanted to share this experience with except you guys,
but…”

This
time it was Jason who spoke up, his tone understanding.
 
“You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t
feel like it might be a bit much to take in so soon. The way we feel about you
and the things we want to do to you…naturally you’d want a bit of space to
think it through. How much more time do you need?”

Bea
pushed her hand through her hair. This was getting harder than she thought.
Maybe she should just let the conversation blow over and forget about trying to
explain. She could just leave and not see them again – but a part of her
didn’t want to take the easy and disrespectful route. They deserved to know
where she stood regarding this.

Pushing
her breakfast away, unable to take another bite. Biting on her lip, she told
them finally, “That’s just it. I don’t need any more time. This thing…all
that’s happened…I never planned for it to get this far. And now I’ve decided it
needn’t go beyond this point. It’s been fun, really it has but I think it’s
best we end it here and now.”

“So, a
weekend of fun and
it’s
done, right?” Jason asked with
a thin little smile.

Before
she could reply, Ryan said calmly, “I really thought you’d come to trust us.
You wouldn’t let us get this far with you if you didn’t. Even when we could
tell this was your first time in many ways, you never hesitated or rejected
anything we did to you. And every moment, we tried to show you how much we
valued the manner in which you submitted to us.” He sighed shortly, as if
impatient with himself. And then he added, “Bea, what more do we need to do to
prove that we’re perfect for you?’

“There’s
no need to prove that because I already know,” she said quietly. “I just don’t
think that
I’m
perfect for you two.”

“Shouldn’t
that be our decision to make?” Jason asked coolly, but she could see the anger
in his eyes. Oh wow…she should have known he might not take this very well. She
curbed any sensation of feeling bad that she’d hurt him in some way. Couldn’t
they see she was doing them a favor? The last thing she wanted was to
disappoint them in the end when they realized she wasn’t exactly what they were
looking for. How could she dream of meeting up to their lofty demands?

“I’m
not anything like you think I am,” she cried out suddenly, throwing up her
arms. “I’m not really an escort; I never was. I work in some IT firm and I
haven’t had a boyfriend in almost a year. My flat mate Lisa suggested I help
her out when she was in danger of missing an appointment with you two. So I
filled in for her, never dreaming it would get to this. So…there you are. I’m
not experienced, at all. Everything that’s happened so far has just been a
stroke of luck on my part. I’d never have dreamed I’d be capable of sexually
satisfying one man, let alone two!”

“You’ve
noticed that you do satisfy us – in every way,” Ryan said wryly. “And did
you really think we didn’t know you were far from experienced? Not that it was
so telling, but we knew within an hour of meeting you that you weren’t some
world-weary professional escort. And you proved this to us many times. You
never cashed that check, and you never seemed interested in how much we earned
or what we could offer you financially. You genuinely seemed like you were
starting to develop feelings for us. Real feelings.”

That’s
the problem, she would have
said, but bit the words down. Yes, exactly, she added to herself; she was
totally starting to develop feelings for them, far more than was wise in her
position. They wanted a dutiful sex slave, to be trained in all their many
demands. While she…
   

“I’m
sorry Ryan…Jason. I can’t. I just…can’t,” she said, and suddenly it was too
much for her. Stuffing a fist into her sobbing mouth, she quickly dashed from
the kitchen, ignoring their calls for her to wait.

She
found herself stumbling out into the terrace. God, it was beautiful out here,
she noted even beneath the tears brimming her eyes. She really had been through
a lot this past weekend, emotionally and physically. There was no doubt she
needed a chance to just exhale, take it all in. Maybe if she thought it over,
she would change her mind and see things their way.

She
heard a sound behind her, and was surprised to turn and see Jason. She’d been
so sure he’d be too angry to want to talk to her. She could tell she’d
disappointed him in some way with her decision.

His
hands were gentle as they fell on her shoulders, his lips pressing a soft kiss
on her nape. She sighed, dashing away a tear as she leaned back against him.

“I’m
sorry,” she said numbly.

“No.
I’m sorry,” Jason replied, slipping his arms around her waist. “You aren’t
ready. We shouldn’t have rushed you. And wanting you around all the time,
expecting you to be happy to come with us to Scotland…”

“It’s a
really great idea,” she said quickly, turning in his arms to gaze up into his
handsome face with the blond hair swept over his forehead. He looked like
something from
a sexy men
’s magazine; polo shirt and
dark pants, his arms muscular, his shoulders broad and his waist narrow. Her
body thrummed in response to everything about him. She just had to look at
either him or Ryan and she felt ready to jump into the sack with them. She
wasn’t sure if such dependency was healthy.
Ever
.

And yet
with everything that had happened, she knew it didn’t even really bother her
that they wanted just her; that they wished to share her.

And she
would gladly give them complete control in the bedroom; that didn’t worry her
in the least either. What scared her was losing
all
control outside of the bedroom as well. Falling for them too
hard and opening
herself
up to wanting more than they
were interested in giving.

“I
would have loved to go to Scotland with you and Ryan. But I can’t,” she said
quietly. “I can’t let this continue. I hope…I hope you both find the right
woman that can give you everything I’m not ready or able to.” Her voice had
grown so soft it was almost a whisper. She flinched as his hands tightened
around her for a moment, before he let her go at last.

She
looked up and his expression was detached. “We’ll arrange for you to be taken
home now.”

Chapter Four

Bea
turned for the umpteenth time on her bed in her apartment, so different from
the massive king-sized bed in Ryan and Jason’s marvelous home.

It was
more than two weeks since that fateful weekend. And every night, they still
filled her dreams. Even now, she found it hard to sleep as she punched her
fists into her pillow before falling back unto it with a heavy sigh.

She
remembered talking to Ryan one last time as the driver brought the car up front
to take her home. She’d looked up at him with a rueful smile. “I hope you
aren’t too mad at me for lying about being an escort.”

“Hey,
you never actually
lied
,” he said, returning
the smile gently. “Besides, I think we guessed that you weren’t exactly who you
pretended to be. It doesn’t matter either way, little one. We still think
you’re perfect.”

She’d
shaken her head in reply, unable to speak as she kissed him on the cheek and
then hurried to the dark, low-slung automobile that had come to a stop in front
of the entrance of the house. Bea had to force herself not to look back as she
slid into the back passenger seat and the car sped out of the driveway.

A deep
sigh escaped her as she thought of how it had been so far
;
life without Ryan and Jason. Just three days and they’d changed her whole
outlook. Just like after her first night with them in their hotel suite, she’d
suddenly been made to realize everything that was missing in her life. She felt
that same emotion all the more keenly now.

Take a chance on love
, a
voice in her head kept telling her. She shouldn’t have walked away, she
realized. She should have
tried.
Taken it slow, given them the chance to show her how much more there was to it
all.

But
then the other side of her told her not to be a fool. They needed a willing sex
slave
;
or at best, a ready submissive. Someone who
would satisfy both
their
dominant lusts. A woman like
her would need monumental loads of willpower and gusto to keep up the role as
their sexual plaything. They would shower her with gifts, and everything money
could buy, she knew. But never meaning anything more to them than an object of
desire did not sit so well in her stomach.

Lisa
had been able to see right through her dilemma. Three days after her return
from her weekend with the Wallace brothers and she was still mooning about,
picking at her food. Her work suffered, and she felt like just packing it all
in and going on a well-deserved holiday.

Bea
felt grateful that Lisa had been supportive, telling her she’d done the right
thing. But as the weeks went by and Lisa noticed Bea falling into more and more
despair, Lisa felt the need to share from her wealth of experience, so to
speak.

“You’re
hurting. I can see that,” Lisa said kindly as she reached over the kitchen
table to take Bea’s hand. “You went through a lot with those two, didn’t you?”

Bea
half-shook her head, half-shrugged.
“They
didn’t harm me or anything. In fact, they were the best guys ever. I mean,
sure, the sex was like, kinky as hell, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

“So why
did you cut off from them? They sounded like they could make you happy.”

“Depends
on the definition of happy you mean,” Bea said wryly. “I think I want more from
my men than just the wish for me to spread my legs any time they required.” And
then she clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized she’d said “her men”.
Sure enough, Lisa was staring at her with that same look of awe and envy.

“You
had
two
gorgeous billionaires panting
for your sexy self and you still let that go?” Lisa teased, shaking her head.
But then she sobered as she continued.

“I have
a confession to make, Bea. You know Adam Beaumont? The guy I went to Vegas with
that weekend? Well, many times I got tempted to make him more than a client. He
sure seemed ready to take things further between us if only I gave the
go-ahead. But then I’d always sworn never to get emotionally involved with any
of my clients. It was just business; I was never going to let it get any
deeper, not even to the point of sex. But Adam...not only is he just a cut
above being
inhumanly
sexy, he’s also
a great guy. I mean sure, he’s this wild child property magnate with an insane
amount of wealth but he was always so down to earth. He treated me like…oh, I
don’t know. Better than I ever treated myself. I went to Vegas with him and I
started to do the unthinkable. I started to fall in love with him. I thought it
was just all the excitement; the glamorous life, the expensive living…
But
then I realized I didn’t care about that. Not his money
or what he could offer me. I began to see him as a man and not just a client. I
tripped hard and for a long time I was tempted to give in. But I didn’t.”