Valentine's Billionaire Bad Boys

  “I should leave,” Brogan rasped.

  He didn’t belong here…not with her. Not anymore. And even though he wanted to rip her away, keep her close to him and keep everybody else away, it wasn’t Lou’s fault. The man knew things about Lacey that Brogan hadn’t ever let himself see.

  Lacey reached down. When her fingers closed around his wrist, drawing his hand up, he almost pulled away. This just wasn’t working…

  But she’d tried to guide him before. And he’d only halfheartedly gone along, so convinced he knew what was best. And he’d been so damn wrong.

  When she lifted his hand to her breast, he plumped the soft, full little globe in his palm and groaned, tweaking her nipple, toying with it. She squeezed his fingers—pushing him to be rougher, harder…

  Lou was already doing that, moving with a force that would have scared a lot of women.

  Lacey was making hot, wild little sounds in her throat.

  Brogan pressed his mouth to her neck and closed his eyes, pinching her nipple. With his other hand, he hooked her skirt, pulled it up, baring her ass. She pushed her rump back against him as he slid two fingers inside her sex and twisted them, screwing them in, then out.

  “That’s it, Lacey…take my dick. Swallow it… Fuck, that’s my girl,” Lou said, his voice dropping a little, his breathing a bit more ragged.

  My girl, Brogan thought. She’s mine.

  Lou drove against her harder, deeper. “More,” he snarled.

  Lacey whimpered and Brogan felt her clamp down tight around his fingers.

  Swearing, he pulled them out and tucked the head of his cock against her gate. She made a startled sound as he started to push inside. The feel of her, tight and hot and wet, closing around him like glory, had him snarling low in his throat and he tried to hold back even as she pushed down on him and started to ride him.

  “That’s not going to do it, man. She wants fucking, not a walk in the park,” Lou said.

  Brogan shot him a dark glare. “Shut up.”

  Lacey twisted again him, her pussy tight. Then his eyes all but crossed and rolled back in his head as she reached down and back, cupped his balls and twisted.

  “Fuccccckkk….” He growled, holding still as the sensation rolled through him.

  “That’s the—”

  Brogan drove deep inside, tunneling deep, and Lacey locked down around him.

  Her spine arched and he withdrew. “You want all of me?” he snarled.

  She tensed, tearing away from Lou.

  He lunged, driving back into her again. “Take it all, damn it. All of me.”

  A harsh, breathless noise left her as he flexed his hips and buried his length in her, again. And again.

  She climaxed once.

  He didn’t stop.

  She groaned and when he banded an arm around her, she covered it with her own, her nails digging into his skin. Each small prick of pain was a glorious little pleasure and the feel of her cunt gripping his cock almost made up for the days he’d spent without her.

  She climaxed a second, then a third time.

  He pulled out, picked her up and carried her to the bed. He tore away the gag, tossed it to the side. He had to hear her scream for him, had to hear his name on her lips.

  Her eyes wide, he came down on top of her and drove inside.

  “You wanted it all, Lace,” he whispered against her mouth. “Be careful what you wish for.”

  Curled up between them on the mattress, Lacey held her breath, terrified to open her eyes.

  Sometimes a dream was just too good to let it go, and she was terrified that was what this was.

  A dream.

  A very hot, wonderful dream… Be careful what you wish for, Brogan had told her.

  Yeah, because you can wish and then it falls apart and you realize it wasn’t real anyway.

  Swallowing the ache in her throat, she tried a pep talk.

  This felt really real.

  Her body hurt the way it did only after really good, hard sex.

  And she felt two warm, male bodies. That was a new experience. She’d never had a threesome before. Well, they hadn’t exactly done much threesome stuff… The oral she’d given Lou, did that count for threesome material?

  Somebody shifted behind her and the arm around her belly tightened.

  Lips brushed down her neck and she shivered.

  “You awake?”

  Her eyes flew open.

  That was Brogan.

  Oh hell.

  This really had happened.

  Lou was watching her, a faint smile on his face as he touched her cheek.

  “Yes,” she whispered, blood rushing to her face.

  Brogan pushed his knee between her thighs and she groaned as his cock cuddled up against her ass.

  Biting her lip, she arched and rubbed against him, whimpering as he sank between the cheeks of her rump.

  “Careful, Lacey.” His voice was a low, deep growl, the words spoken against her ear. “You remember what I said, be careful what you wish for.”

  She turned her head and stared into his eyes, feeling him throbbing against the sensitive flesh. Then, without blinking, she reached down and exposed herself, arching against him. He rocked against her, pressing the head of his cock against her back entrance, planting his elbow against the mattress for leverage. “You want to play that game?” he demanded.

  “I’ve tried to tell you a hundred times. I want everything from you.”

  Lacey lay with her body weight balanced between her knees and one hand. Lou lay underneath her, rocking inside her with one hand fisted in her hair. His other gripped her rump, pulling open and exposing her.

  Anal sex was one of her favorite wicked pleasures. She loved it.

  A ménage was one of her wildest fantasies.

  And now she was going to get both.

  With Brogan…

  She felt him approaching—even though she never heard him, she knew just before he touched her that he was there.

  Anal sex with him was almost too much alone. Having it with Lou’s long cock already buried inside her…

  “Dirty games, Lacey,” Lou teased, lifting his head enough to nip her lower lip.

  Behind her, Brogan tensed. She closed her eyes, bit her lip—was he going to leave?

  But then she shuddered as he pressed one slick, lubricant-wet finger to her anus. “I want to see you,” he said, his voice a harsh, broken rasp.

  Burning up, she reached behind her and did the same thing Lou was doing, gripped the cheek of her ass, further exposing herself to Brogan’s view.

  “That’s it, Lacey.” Brogan pressed harder and said, “Now push down.”

  She did and immediately cried out as the pleasure sliced through her.

  Below her, Lou started to move. Slow, steady little thrusts, working to help her accommodate having two invasions.

  That wasn’t so bad.

  Then Brogan added a second…

  She let go of her ass and reached for the sheets.

  “No,” Brogan growled. “You want me to fuck your ass, you’ll hold yourself open until you’re ready for me.”

  The flat, unyielding demand sent a tremor rocking through her entire body…and it did more to ready her than any amount of foreplay possibly could. Slowly, she lifted her hand again, gripped her flesh, tugged a little, exposing the opening to her ass—not that he really needed it, since he was fucking two—shit, he added a third. Too much, too much, too much…

  It was too much, and it was too good—

  “Brogan, please…”

  Finally.

  She’d said his name… Maybe I still exist for her…

  He’d had the weirdest damn feeling he hadn’t.

  Still fucking his fingers in and out of her ass, he used his free hand to grab the bottle of lube, flipping it open. She was stretched so tight around him, and his balls ached just thinking about putting his cock inside her.

  He rested one hand on her hip.

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p; Immediately, Lou slowed his movement, slow little circles that Brogan barely noticed as he settled behind Lacey, knee between Lou’s legs, the other bent, his foot braced on the bed. “We still playing by your rules, Lacey?” he asked as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance.

  “We are if you think you can walk away.” She groaned and pushed back, trying to take him.

  “Not so fast,” he muttered, holding her back. Slow… He fed her the head of his cock slowly, the muscles in his body straining as she closed around him tight and hot. Through the sheath of the rubber, he couldn’t feel her as well and he hated it, but she gripped him so snugly, and she kept trying to come back on him, ride him deeper, harder…

  Through her thin membrane, he could feel the pressure of something else—Lou’s cock. It was fucking weird. Brogan’s perversions ran to bondage, domination, a little pain. Sharing the woman he loved…

  Loved.

  Fuck.

  Groaning, he gripped her hips and hauled her back against him.

  A whine escaped her—edged with pain, low and raw.

  “Lacey…”

  “Do it again,” she rasped. “That hurt so fucking good, do it again.”

  Brogan closed his eyes.

  Started to move.

  I love her…

  Beneath him, beneath Lacey, Lou rocked up.

  Lacey strained awkwardly between them.

  I love her…

  Not the ideal time to figure it out… He was sharing his woman with another man and who the hell knew where this was going to lead after this one moment.

  Lacey’s hands twisted in the sheets. Blindly, Brogan caught them, held them both in his hand, locked them at the base of her spine. It changed her angle, put more pressure on torso and knees, lifted her ass… “Your rules now, Lacey, or can we play by mine?”

  “I don’t care,” she panted, shooting him a look over her shoulder. “Just don’t stop.”

  “I won’t stop.” He started to stroke, deep, slow. Watching her while the knowledge that he loved her rippled through him.

  Her hands gripped in one hand, he shafted her, taking her deep, hard, while Lou fucked her easy and slow. Lacey moaned, begging, pleading for more, pleading for everything, for them to never stop, those hot, sexy little pleas pushing him higher and hotter on every damn breath.

  She twisted and writhed on their dicks, as though she couldn’t decide if she wanted to be away from the pressure that impaled her, or to get closer.

  The sight drove him crazy, and half out of his mind, he brought his hand down on her ass. Hard enough to leave a mark. “Be still, damn it.”

  Lacey whimpered. Then started to move again. Deliberately.

  “Damn it, Lacey.”

  She moved again, harder, faster, desperate little mewls and pants. “Please…oh shit, please. Brogan….”

  Panic hit him. This was what… Guilt, already waiting to pounce, rose in a flood. “Lacey, shit…I’ll stop…”

  “No!” She all but sobbed it. “Don’t… please don’t. Spank me again. Please, shit, please. I need it, I need I need I need!”

  And as she spoke, she squeezed down with her internal muscles.

  Brogan lost it. Snarling, he hunkered down low over her and reamed her, driving his dick deep and hard into her ass, while below her, Lou rocked up, burying his cock in her pussy. And all the while, Brogan brought his hand down on the curve of her ass until the ivory of her skin blushed for him.

  A harsh, broken sob escaped her and he felt her tense. His own climax was rushing up, hard and fast, but he fought it back. Her first—her first. He gritted his teeth when she clamped down around him as if every muscle in her body had locked up. He had to fight to dig his cock inside her but the pleasure was the sweetest, most erotic pain he’d ever felt.

  She sobbed out his name, whimpered.

  Sweat bloomed along his skin, his heart pounding while his blood turned to lava.

  Lacey—

  He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

  She bucked under him, her shoulders and spine going rigid, and then she screamed, a sharp, staccato sound.

  The next moment, she climaxed.

  He stopped holding back, gave up any semblance of control.

  The pleasure was so all-consuming, it sucker-punched him and dragged him down, nearly destroying him.

  “I think I’m going to die from a heart attack,” he muttered after nearly ten minutes passed.

  Lou laughed, although the sound strained and ragged. “You spank her and want her to be still? She needs more of that… Hell, let’s make this really fun. Next, we’ll act like we’re attacking her. That’s a lot of fun.”

  Brogan tensed but Lacey was laughing. He watched from the corner of his eye as she sighed and stretched. “Don’t say it if we can’t really do it.”

  “Hey, unlike some people, I don’t see the harm in playing games with you.” Lou leaned in, pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re fun to play with, Lacey.”

  Brogan closed his eyes. Playing games…is that what this is for her…

  Shit, it wasn’t just games for him.

  “Why don’t you go shower?”

  Lacey stretched again and then nodded, sitting up and working her way out from between them. “Don’t kill each other, guys. Please?”

  As the door swung shut behind her, silence fell.

  It wasn’t a surprise that Lou was the one to break it. “Lacey and I are all about games,” he said quietly. “We’ve been playing them since college. And for Lacey…this is a game. It’s a fucked-up game, for sure, but here’s the thing you never realized…it’s something she needs.”

  “People don’t need games,” Brogan muttered, rolling to an upright position and staring at the door where Lacey had just disappeared.

  “Shit, tell that to the people who play them for a living. Hell, I need games. Days like today…” Lou shrugged. “I need them. I don’t do the D/s shit. I don’t want Lacey calling me Master and I can get off just fine if she wants to be the one in the driver seat. But I want more than just vanilla sex. I want it rough, and sometimes I want pain. Sometimes I want to hurt her a little and sometimes I want her to hurt me. That’s a need for me…for her.”

  Brogan glanced back over his shoulder and saw Lou staring at him. “You need it too. But here’s the real bitch—you want it from her, and she wants it from you. Why are you so determined to screw that up?”

  “You don’t know shit about what we have.”

  “I know she spent a year being treated like a good girl because you didn’t think she could take what you have.” Lou stood up and rolled his head one way, then the other. Unconcerned with his audience, he tugged the rubber off and took it to the garbage can by the door. “I’ve got two showers down here. I’ve got models in and out of the place all the time. I’m using one…then I’m going to go play with Lacey for a while longer. She’s finally figuring out a few things and you should be too. She’s not going to linger around here forever, licking her wounds. I’ll miss her when she’s gone. I wonder if you’ll be smart enough to avoid that.”

  “I can’t make her do a damn thing.”

  Lou crooked a grin at him. “Nah, not if she really doesn’t want to. But you see, another thing you haven’t figured out, Lacey is a ball-busting bitch and she’s really good at pushing people around. Sometimes she likes it when she’s the one being pushed around…if you’re playing the game.” He paused and then asked, “So you up to playing Lacey’s games or not?”

  Chapter Seven

  Lacey’s games…

  Brogan stood outside, looking up at the sky.

  Lacey was still in the shower. Despite what he’d said about playing more games, Lou had instead decided to vacate the premises.

  Brogan eyed the key in his hand. It was the spare key to his penthouse. He was going to give it to Lacey.

  Assuming she’d listen to him.

  Assuming she’d take him back.

  Assuming he
could get her to talk to him.

  Assuming he could get his brain off his dick to have the conversation they needed to have.

  Fuck, he was such a moron.

  He didn’t deserve her and he knew it. He’d ignored what she needed, what she’d tried to tell him for nearly a year, all because he saw that beautiful, laughing exterior and he remembered…

  Sierra.

  Closing his eyes, he remembered the day he walked into their home and found her.

  Her wrists slit, the note she’d written, the shame in each word.

  Then came all the ugly accusations, the bitterness.

  Her father still hounded him and rarely did a few months go by when one of her sisters didn’t try to call him. No doubt to tell him how fucked up he was, and how much blame he had to bear.

  All because he’d pushed her to a place where she wasn’t comfortable.

  She hadn’t been able to handle it and he hadn’t realized it until it was too late.

  It didn’t matter that she’d been mentally unstable to begin with, and it hadn’t mattered that her father had basically asked her to whore herself out to spy on the competition. Brogan had seen a beautiful woman and he’d wanted her. He’d wanted her on his terms and it hadn’t been right for her and it had pushed her too far.

  When Lacey came out the shower, the house was too quiet.

  Her stomach dropped and she thought for a minute that Brogan had just left her.

  But if he had, Lou would have been there.

  As she paced the house, wondering at the silence, she passed by the window to the heavily landscaped, gardened backyards and she saw him, head bowed, standing there.

  Without bothering to pull on anything but the terrycloth robe Lou kept on hand for the models who used the bathroom, she headed outside, her heart heavy in her chest.

  And the weight only got worse when he turned and looked at her. His face was haggard and his eyes were dull, almost lifeless. As she moved to join him, he looked back out over the yard without saying a word.

  Long, tense moments passed.

  When he spoke, he said the last thing she would have expected to hear him say. “If I could give you anything at all, what would you want?”