By the time Brock slid his nose up her neck, Kyra had become a trembling mess of arousal. She could hardly believe this was happening with all her friends present, but now she found herself so consumed in Brock she didn’t care.
She forced her eyes to remain open when Brock pressed his lips against her jaw. When his tongue laved a wicked path along her flesh, she failed miserably, and her eyes fluttered closed. An ache as needy as it was desperate erupted between her thighs, and wetness dampened her panties.
“Answer him,” Smith demanded, sliding a finger up the other side of her neck. “Are those your only objections?”
Kyra hesitated, her voice trapped in her throat.
Beneath the table, Smith brushed his other hand over her thigh and squeezed her knee, garnering her attention. Her breath whooshed from her lungs. “Yes, that’s all.”
“Good.” A slow smile spread across Smith’s face, his eyes positively glowing. “The other issue about how to handle a relationship between us we can deal with tomorrow.” He tangled his fingers into her hair and stole a kiss right out of her mouth.
It wasn’t gentle—it was hard and raw, showing every single part of his pain from their separation. He didn’t only kiss her, he branded his passion all over her lips. When he broke the kiss, he left Kyra breathless, and he added, “For now, we’ll clear up one immediately.”
Brock slammed his hand down on the table, and Kyra gasped, realizing he wasn’t nibbling her neck anymore. On the table and under his hand, she caught sight of a piece of paper. Then her gaze left the table as Brock kissed her swiftly.
The kiss was tender and more yearning than Smith’s, breaking her heart. They’d been hurting as much as she had. Brock travelled his mouth over to her ear and whispered, “Your excuses to avoid us have run out, kitten.”
Her breath seemed lost in her body and her only focus remained on the flood of heat between her thighs, as Smith said in her other ear, “Meet us at the castle tomorrow night at seven.”
The intensity in Smith’s features only increased when he stood, staring down at her. “Know this,” he said with a low, harsh voice. “If you don’t show up, I’ll come and get you.” He leaned down but didn’t come into her personal space. “Tomorrow is not a night to play games with us.”
Kyra’s mind raced to catch up with what had taken place in the last minutes. Stunned, she could only gape at Smith and Brock as they strode off, making their way through the pub and toward the door.
Across from Kyra, Sadie exclaimed, “Dang, Kyra, that was freaking hot!”
Kyra agreed, their quick appearance, sexy touches, and smoldering looks were hot as hell. Also explaining why her body hummed with desire, her pussy throbbed, and panties were wet.
“So…” Sadie added. “What is that?”
Kyra blinked, dragging her attention away from the door Brock and Smith had exited. “What?”
Sadie laughed, pointing to the table. “The piece of paper, what is it?”
Glancing down, Kyra noticed the paper that had been beneath Brock’s hand was actually a newspaper. Once she grabbed it, she flipped the paper over, and as she scanned it, her mouth dropped open.
Bella snickered. “Something big, obviously.”
“Read it,” Marley said.
Kyra stared at the page and processed the meaning behind what she read. Now she understood a question presented to her. Brock and Smith weren’t successful for only being business savvy, they were incredibly smart men. No wonder they made their company into a multimillion dollar venture; when they wanted something, they didn’t take no for an answer and they went in for the kill.
She lifted her head. “It says, MDR Software announces the addition of John Haggard and Samantha Madison to join MDR Software, reporting to CEOs Smith McDermott and Brock Robertson.”
All three of her best friends smirked as the implication of what Brock and Smith had done was clear-cut. Kole, however, gave his typical smart-ass grin. “Eased up their workload, didn’t they?”
Reed winked. “And they stole your biggest excuse to shut them out.”
Chapter Nine
Fresh spring air breezed through Kyra’s car window as she drove down the tree-lined street, passing the colorful wooden sign welcoming visitors into the town of Bowleys Quarters. The half-hour drive from Baltimore had been uneventful, except that her mind raced through thoughts of what Brock and Smith had done.
They’d hired new employees…for
her
.
To say she looked forward to hearing what they had to say to her this evening was an understatement. They’d gone to great lengths to ensure she wouldn’t shut them out. As much as she still held reservations about how they could make a ménage relationship work, warmth spread through her that they weren’t going to let her walk away.
The prospect that somehow they could give this a real shot made that empty feeling she’d suffered for two weeks wash away. She breathed easier. She ate more than tiny meals today. Last night, she’d slept better than she had since she left them.
She’d already realized not dating them didn’t do her any good. At this point, even if their way to fix this was weak, she suspected she’d agree. Why did she care what others thought of her? Sure, they’d have to be unobtrusive, but many couples behaved discreetly in the public eye, and no one needed to know what happened in their bedroom.
Her parents had done the whole monogamy lifestyle, and their marriage had failed. Who was to say a ménage relationship was doomed? Besides, in the month they were together, Kyra had never been happier. In the past two weeks, she’d been more miserable than she thought possible.
She decided that being
unusual
with them was better than being
typical
with anyone else.
Kyra slowed the car as the Castle Dolce Vita came into view. The castle, with its aged look and large stone facade, was a stunning sight. Even the garden around the grounds accentuated its beauty.
Turning the steering wheel, she drove up the driveway, noticing cars off to the left side in the parking lot. After she pulled into an empty spot, she turned off the car. She stared at the castle and a rush of warmth swept through her.
She’d been so worried that she’d repeat her mother’s mistakes that she set up boundaries to ensure it would never happen. Brock and Smith’s gesture was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.
Not only did they want to be in her life, but they fought to be. Her father hadn’t done that for her mother, nor had he ever done that for Kyra. He’d always put work before his family. And maybe that made Brock and Smith perfect in her eyes.
With a smile on her face, she exited the car and journeyed up the stone pathway leading to the castle’s door. There, she knocked on the big wooden door, knowing from Bella and Marley that she couldn’t simply walk into Castle Dolce Vita.
Before she could lower her hand, the peephole opened and a blue eye stared at her. “Kyra Garner to see Smith McDermott and Brock Robertson,” she told the eyeball.
The peephole closed, and then the door swiftly opened to a man wearing black pants with a matching T-shirt that had
Castle Dolce Vita
written in bold white letters across his chest. His features were kind, as was his smile. “Mr. McDermott and Mr. Robertson have arranged to have you meet them in the Rose Room. Take the stairs, and it’s the second door on your right.”
She smiled, brushing past him. “Thank you.”
Striding through the large foyer, Kyra glanced up at the thirty-foot-high ceilings above her before she climbed the staircase. Once she reached the wooden balcony, she scanned all the different doorways leading to all sorts of sexual fantasies.
When she finally arrived at the door with the sign ROSE on the right side, she drew in a deep breath. While she wanted to run straight into Brock and Smith’s arms, she also knew she couldn’t. Yes, they’d fixed one of the problems about their being together, but there was still the issue about how this would all work.
Sure, she’d agree to just about anything with them right now. Though Kyra also knew she needed to keep her head on straight. These two men had seduced every single part of her and had claimed her heart, but Kyra wasn’t only led by emotions. With her heart at risk, she needed them to prove they could, in fact, function as a threesome.
She blew out her breath slowly, then opened the door.
The small square room consisted only of a huge black leather chaise near a crackling fire in the fireplace. There were no other lights in the room, and the fire gave off a soft, romantic glow.
Though what captured her focus were the two men standing by the fireplace. Both Brock and Smith, dressed in blue jeans, had their shirts off, and the flickering flames created an orange hue highlighting their muscular bodies.
They turned to her at the exact same moment, and that was so like them. They seemed to know where each other’s bodies were and what each other’s next move was.
She scanned over their chests, abdomens and biceps before she forced her attention to their faces. Her mouth might’ve been dry, but the junction between her legs was very wet. A quick heat stormed into her as two kissable mouths curved into sexy smiles. She leaned against the doorway. “Hi.”
SMITH STARED AT perfection.
“Hello Kyra,” he murmured.
Tonight, she was dressed in a tight black skirt, red fuck-me heels, and a red sleeveless blouse. He’d never seen anything quite so delicious. The past two weeks had been utter hell without seeing her smile, hearing her voice, or touching her silky flesh. In fact, the distance between them tore Smith up enough that he couldn’t stop from striding forward to take her hand.
When her delicate fingers twined with his, it eased the ache that had filled his chest after she walked away from them. Without a doubt he loved this woman, and he wouldn’t let her go. Not now. Not ever.
He gently pulled her into the room, locked the door behind her, then tugged her toward the chaise. “Please sit. We need to talk.”
She settled against the leather chaise, crossing her legs, and Smith’s gaze went straight to her gorgeous thigh before he forced his eyes on her face when she said, “Interesting place to have a
talk
.”
“We met because of Castle Dolce Vita,” he stated, heat filling his groin and hardening his cock. “It’s…
right
…to come here.”
Brock gave a firm nod. “It’d be a waste not to at least enjoy the castle once before we said our good-byes to this place.” He leaned against the wall near the fireplace, folding his arms. “Besides, we have the room reserved all night.” A slow grin swept across his face. “I don’t plan on talking long.”
“Nor do I,” Smith said, squatting near the chaise. He looked Kyra directly in the eye, transfixed by her. “But there are things that need to be settled.”
Tonight they had a plan: removing her last objection.
Smith understood Kyra’s issue with their work hours. She wanted a better life for herself than her mother had, and well, Brock and Smith did work too hard. They’d gotten used to filling an empty void in their lives, but now Kyra had taken that place.
He’d much rather spend his time with her than at the office. After Kyra walked away, Brock finally picked two people out of the pile of résumés, even if it had taken a couple of weeks to firm up.
Smith stared into her pretty eyes as her dark hair fell over her shoulder. He didn’t fault her for caring about how the world perceived her. Kyra wasn’t an emotional woman. She lived on logic, and in her logical mind, she couldn’t see how they could have a future.
Tonight, he’d show her how. “Brock and I empathize with how you feel. We get why you can’t understand how this works between us. Even how we could share you, and be okay with that.”
Tucking his fingers in between the top buttons of her silk blouse, he undid one. He paused for her reaction. At her silence, he smiled, and flicked open another button. “But, Kyra, I like you with Brock.” When he undid another button, he noticed the flare in her eyes. “I love the way he makes you smile and laugh.”
Brock interjected in a soft voice, “And I enjoy how Smith offers you a sense of security—a solid base to always come home to, just as he does me.” He pushed away from the wall, squatted beside Smith. “Do you see, we are better as two? We can give you more as two and only half of what you need as one.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Understand?”
Once Smith finished with the rest of the buttons on her shirt, exposing her gorgeous crimson-colored bra, she leaned forward. “Yes, I do.”
Smith didn’t know where this relationship would lead them, but one thing was certain, he wanted to give it a chance. He had never loved a woman like he loved Kyra. His addiction to her was relentless. In the last month, he’d never been more settled, more content, and Kyra was the reason for that.
Anything that gave him that sense of comfort, he protected and kept close to him, always. Seeing that Brock and Smith didn’t have that bond with a mother when they were children, it gave them a greater need for it now. They’d finally found it with Kyra.
He brushed her shirt off her shoulders, then immediately undid her bra and tossed it aside. Her puckered nipples called for his mouth. “We’ve never been with a woman who we’ve wanted to share our life.” He lifted his head. “Any serious relationships have been separate and have failed. Our ménage relationships have always been casual. Though this between us isn’t something we can ignore.”
Smith stood, tucked a finger under her chin, and drew up her gaze to meet his head-on. “Besides, we’ve already been living a ménage relationship for a month, whether you want to accept that or not. We all know what we have between us is good.”
Brock grasped her wrists, tugging her to stand and pulling her close to him. He reached around her back and unzipped her skirt. A second later, the garment pooled at her feet. “We’ve enjoyed ménage relationships for a long time now because we like it and because we
need
it. We long ago accepted that.”
Smith admired the view of Kyra standing in only red high heels and a lace thong before he closed in on the other side of her. “Is it really so odd to see that eventually it would come to this? That possibly we could find a woman who needs us both, as much as Brock and I are more comfortable together.”