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Their passion, all three of them, was boundless, seamless. It flowed and
melted into one another. Ryan stroked in and out of her with steady, blurring
thrusts, while Jason shafted her mouth again and again with his straining cock.
She loved it all, and wanted more. Their collective sounds of pleasure rent the
air and it sounded like an orgy of thirty, not three. Bea felt shameless; her
cries grew louder as Ryan’s plunges came harder, faster, deeper.

But just on that split-second before her second orgasm exploded, he
pulled away, withdrawing completing from her clutching walls. She almost shed
tears of deprivation, till she realized there was more. Jason had now sat up on
the couch. His powerful arms seized her by the waist and then planted her over
him, so that she straddled his waist. And just like that, she was impaled on
his rock-hard pole. She let out a cry of agonized pleasure as her pussy was
pumped up and down his cock. His hands gripped the cheeks of her ass, guiding
in the rise and fall that saw her pussy swallowing him up again and again. She
threw her head back as he seized the nipple swaying before his face, her
fingers buried in his strong shoulder. Once more she was treated to a thorough,
most solid fuck, what with Jason finally shedding all restraint and ramping
upwards with his hips and driving into her with force. She felt blinded by
bliss, unable to perceive anything but the hot demanding cock spearing into her
incessantly. She became conscious of Ryan standing behind the couch, close to
her head. Instinctively, she reached for his cock, which was pointing straight
at her. She felt so wanton yet powerful as she seized the thick staff and
tugged it into her mouth. Her lips met bare flesh and she moaned around it,
hearing
his own
deep-throated groan. Lost in a maze of
lust, she began to swing and rock her body, riding Jason faster on her way to
meet the enormous orgasmic wave heading her way.

“Yeah baby,” he rasped, his hands squeezing tighter on her bouncing ass.
“Fuck
that cock…ride
me till you gush your hot juices
all over me. Damn you’re tight…so tight. You’ll milk me dry…”

His words made her moan even louder, and she lost all control. Her hands
grasped harder round the base of Ryan’s cock, and she stared up at him with
pleading eyes. Her mouth barely managed to get his cock halfway in, but
somehow, she could tell he knew what she wanted. He nodded imperceptibly,
taking hold of both sides of her head. “Come on, my sweet Bea…let’s do this
together,” he said, and her eyes closed dreamily.
Yes
.

Jason deep inside her pussy, and Ryan deep inside her mouth – it
was perfect. In moments she finally gave vent to her release, unable to keep it
back if she tried. Ryan clung tight, wrapping his arms around her waist as he
too, blasted forth with deep, almost punishing thrusts as he came powerfully.
At just that same moment, Bea felt Ryan erupt into her mouth, his thick shaft
pulsing as he jetted rope after rope of cum down her throat. It felt like
heaven to slurp him down as her walls convulsed and shook around Jason’s
rampaging cock.

It took her seconds to realize that Ryan had been right earlier; she was
amazed she’d never got to try this before. And even as the high notes of her
orgasm began to ebb into whispers, she knew she couldn’t wait to do it again…

Billionaire Brothers: The
Escort Book 2

Chapter One

Oh my…
God
.

Bea was
still in a state of shock, two days after that night she’d spent with the
two billionaire
brothers, Ryan and Jason Wallace.

‘What
on earth had come over me?
’,
Bea thought with an inner
wail as she bunched her fists into her hair in mortification. Had she had too
much to drink? Or was it all down to her damned lack of experience with
handling men?

It had
been a losing battle from the start. Two absolutely gorgeous, charming and
sexually predatory men had been too much for the unexposed Bea to handle. Even
she knew that and she wanted to kick herself for it!

She
only had to close her eyes and she could see their hands moving all over her
body…their tongues dancing over different places
at the same time
– and then finally, managing to send her
shooting into orbit with barely an effort.

Just
remembering how she’d acted – like some
tigress
– was enough to make her cringe every time.

Bea
knew she’d taken a big, stupid risk following the two men back into their
hotel. What if they’d been rapists and had had no intention of letting her go
if she’d declined to continue? Bea knew it could have gone either way. She’d
just been extremely lucky that those two had been perfect gentlemen –
perfect at seducing a totally susceptible woman, that is.

Lisa
Kendrick has a lot to answer for, Bea thought vengefully as she impatiently
waited for her roommate to arrive from her Vegas trip. Lisa was due any minute
and Bea was practically pacing the living room in anticipation.

She
thought of what it had felt like to wake up in the capacious bed and find
herself butt naked and flanked between two equally nude and sleeping men.

She’d
suddenly recalled being carried to the bedroom after that first episode on the
couch and then sharing the monstrous bathtub with the both of them and
then…tumbling into their bed.

And
this time, things got switched up a little. She’d ended up lying on her back,
legs spread wide as Ryan fucked her deep and hard while her mouth had been busy
pleasuring Jason’s cock. Every sexual scenario had found her getting stuffed
either way and it was a wonder she could walk out of the hotel in one piece the
next morning.

She’d
been relieved when she awoke that they’d been so deeply asleep. They didn’t
stir while she had quickly dressed and slipped out. The last thing she had
wanted was to face them both again and she hadn’t minded making a quick getaway
to spare them all of the inevitable awkwardness. Lets not forget, she thought,
to spare her the temptation to jump right back into the sack with them the
moment they awoke…

How on
earth could she go from being celibate a whole year, to bedding two guys in one
night – at the same time? She asked herself this question now with a
wondrous shake of her head. Even though forty-eight hours had passed since the
incident, the whole event was still as fresh in her mind as it was yesterday.

The
things they’d made her do; the things they’d made her
say
…

When
she went over the images in her mind, flashing before her without even having
to try to recollect them; there on the couch, with her bouncing on Jason’s cock
and then sucking on Ryan’s before he ejaculated in her mouth…She moaned with
half-shame, half-arousal. The taste of him had been delicious…and Jason, with
his fast, steady fuck had been just as heady as when his brother Ryan had
pounded into her from the back. Damn, she knew that night would take a long
while to erase from her memory, if ever.

To
think how much she’d protested, and fumed, only to fall for their whacky
“wager”…

But
then, maybe it wasn’t so whacky after all. Well, Bea had
obviously
lost, but then the strangest thing happened when she
checked her purse after she arrived home. Tucked inside an envelope, was a
check – for two hundred thousand dollars.

At
first, she thought it was some kind of sick joke. Just when had that got into
her purse? And then Bea realized either of them could have placed it there
while she’d been asleep. But why would they do that? Why pay her so much when
she’d been so sure it had simply been just a ruse to get her into bed?

That
was one of the reasons why she was so confused, dazed, angry and humiliated.
Even after she’d caved in (too easily, she thought with even more shame), those
filthy rich billionaires still paid her the “bet”.

How
crazy was that?

But
then, rich men were crazy, or at least some of them were by all accounts. Bea
had read enough about people swimming in money who thought nothing about
throwing so much away on one frivolous reason or the other. And hadn’t Lisa
told her that her clients were so rich they never thought twice about spending
a load of money for her company?

And
yet, Bea had given more than her company, hadn’t she? She’d played her part in
the kinky ménage and now the brothers had magnanimously decided to pay her for
it. It didn’t matter that paying two hundred thousand dollars for sharing one
night with a woman seemed over the top on
any
level
.

Bea’s
head was in a whirl. She needed to talk to someone, needed to find a way to
send the money back to
them
. No way was she keeping
it. She’d already made too many mistakes.
First, for letting
Lisa talk her into taking her place as their escort, and secondly, for being
weak and stupid enough to fall into their bed.

But
once Lisa returned, Bea found herself incapable of confessing the truth to her
flat mate. How could Bea tell Lisa how silly she’d acted? It wasn’t that having
sex was a crime or anything, but for some reason, Bea wavered at the idea of
coming clean. So when Lisa demanded to know how the evening went, Bea could
only give a weak reply.

“It
was…fun. They were very nice um…men.”

Lisa
chuckled. “You make them sound so tame! From what I hear, they’re the most
eligible bachelors in Scotland. Every woman in Europe would give their left eye
for a night with either of them. I also heard they’ve got a bit of a way with
women and I was so worried they’d try and lure you into bed with them or
something.”

Bea was
so thankful that Lisa was busy unpacking so she couldn’t see Bea’s face flush
red.

“Nothing
of the sort,” Bea managed to croak, jumping to her feet. “They were perfect
ah…gentlemen. I had a really nice evening. And how was your trip?”

Lisa
finally turned to face her, and had a dreamy look on her face as she sighed.
“It was such fun, as always. He’s the most generous of my clients and I must say,
I’m glad I didn’t stand him up, even if I missed my chance to meet the
deliciously devilish Wallace brothers.”

If only
you knew exactly what you missed, Bea thought as her eyes darted guiltily. But
then, if Lisa had been the one to go, what were the chances she’d have been
“lured into their bed?”
- the way Bea
had been? Sure, the brothers had acted like Bea had really caught
their
fancy, but who knew with these red-blooded males
anyway? Anything in a skirt would do and as she continued to think about it,
Bea was convinced that there’d been no special connection as they’d claimed.
They’d just sensed that here was a
naïve,
easily
baited woman and she’d fallen so easily into their trap.

Bea’s
dubious thoughts were broken by Lisa, suddenly coming to throw an arm around
her shoulders, saying warmly,
“You did it, babe. You
went out and had a blast. And though you may act like it was nothing, I can
tell this was a really big leap for you.”

You can
say that again, Bea added wryly to herself.

“I
mean, how many girls out there can boast that they’d been wined and dined by
the two hottest Scotsmen in America?” Lisa teased, giving Bea a quick, hard
hug. “Thanks, Bea. You really saved my ass. And to make it up to you, I brought
you a gift from Vegas!”

Bea
started to protest that she didn’t require a gift, but Lisa waved her words
away and started to dig into her luggage once again. Swallowing a sigh, Bea
decided that for now, she had to bear the burden alone as regards her night
with Ryan and Jason, and what she was going to do about the check.

One
thing was for certain: she wasn’t taking a dime of their money. No matter how
shocked and freaked out with herself she was, she couldn’t lie that while it
had lasted, her night with them had
rocked
.
They’d pampered her body like she was some exotic feast to be relished. There
wasn’t an inch of her that hadn’t felt their tongue. And then they’d let her do
the same for them both.

So
basically Bea had played the part of a horny female – one who’d obviously
deprived herself from sex much too long. She knew this though: she’d never fall
for the same trick twice and that night with Ryan and Jason will remain a
one-off twist of fate she had no intention of ever repeating…

Chapter Two

Bea
would have loved to think her life went back to normal, eventually. But she
knew she was only kidding herself. True, she showed up every day at her job,
which she took much pride in. She loved the sense of achievement it gave her
making an impact in such an influential industry. And the company she worked
for was one of the top players in their field.

So why
did she no longer feel fulfilled?

Why did
she think with a twitch of fondness of her one night of glamour? When she’d
felt like “Cinderella”, all dressed up. And she’d ended up with not one Prince
Charming, but two!

The
elegantly posh setting of the club, the trendy crowd, and the company of two
very gorgeous men… Bea had to admit; she was getting mixed feelings about that
fateful night. She’d acted like a right tart, she knew, but she’d definitely
not even considered sleeping with the two billionaires for money. She’d
succumbed to them because they’d carved a hole within her sexuality that had
needed to be filled, and only by them.

Her
darkest, most hidden fantasies found life when they’d both reached for her,
peeling off her clothes, taking her breasts in their hands, kissing her mouth
in turns. Bea would have never considered herself capable of acting so
wantonly, but she’d now convinced herself she’d done nothing wrong. Oh, she’d
acted out of character, but the fact remained was that she was grown. And grown
women could have threesomes once in a while if they so wished. Right?

Bea
couldn’t help grinning to herself at this thought as she let herself into the
apartment, only to almost jump out of her skin when Lisa flew at her the moment
she entered.

“Where
the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting forever for you to get home!” Lisa
cried, grabbing her arm. Bea stared in surprise at Lisa’s strange behavior.

“I
always get home by this time, unless I have errands to run. Besides, you could
have rung my cell if there was a problem.”

Lisa
waved her hand dismissively. “Of course I couldn’t call; I wanted to wait and
see your expression when you hear the news.”

Bea’s
eyes darted in confusion. “What news?”

“You
won’t believe it,” Lisa breathed with a wide beam. “Today, I got a call from my
agency. Looks like the two Wallace brothers made another booking. And no, they
don’t want me. It’s you, Bea! They seem to be under the impression you work for
the agency or something.’

“I did
what you asked me to, Lisa,” Bea said, speaking as if she was on autopilot, her
head in a daze. “I arrived, told them I was the escort sent to replace you.
They…they said they had no problem with that. I guess it all went well.”

“I’d say
it went better than that! They’re attending some kind of new club opening and
require your escort companionship. The agency tried to explain that you won’t
be available, but they insisted it’s you they want.”

Lisa
looked a little sheepish. “I already told my agency I got you to help me out,
and they thought it had been unprofessional of me. But now, they’re hoping you
can take this assignment, Bea. What do you think?”

“What
do I think?” Bea echoed, glaring and gaping at her at the same time.

“I
know, I know, it seems crazy!” Lisa exclaimed, shaking Bea’s shoulders with
glee. “But in a way, I think it’s pretty cool. They met you, and seem to like
you. Now, they want to see you again. My agency was reluctant to tell them you
weren’t officially an escort, so like I said, they’re interested in you making
the appointment.”

“And
they’re counting on you to convince me, right? Like you did the last time.” Bea
couldn’t keep the accusation from her tone – then immediately felt
bad
about it. It wasn’t Lisa’s fault that Bea had had zero
self-control when it had come down to the
two billionaire
brothers Ryan and Jason. However, if Bea had never agreed to go in place of
Lisa, she’d never have met them in the first place.