Another server had rushed over with a towel to help Alex mop up the Riesling he was wearing.
“Thank God that gentleman wasn’t drinking a nice red Merlot,”
Alex said.
Once they were alone again, Penelope turned her attention to Joshua. “Who was that woman?”
“Ms. Lola Dell is an accountant with the firm of Johnson, Dyson, and Howe, here in Houston.” Joshua recalled times when he’d been called on the carpet for one imagined crime or another. He and all his siblings had always had a pact. Volunteer nothing, offer only what is asked for. He reverted to that strategy now.
“But why was she angry?” Penelope seemed totally bewildered.
“What was she talking about? What Legacy Project? I mean, that’s a bit extreme, isn’t it? Tracking someone down at a tony restaurant and causing such a public scene? She must have thought she had a very good reason.”
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Joshua felt as if he was sinking, fast. Maybe that “volunteer nothing” policy wasn’t such a good idea, after all. He turned to Alex, hoping his more inventive brother would jump in and help.
“We’ve been planning branching off into some diverse fields,”
Alex said. “You know, renewable sources of energy, trying to find the very best venue to take the company into the future.”
All that was true. They
had
been talking about the merits of solar and wind power, and structuring a brand-new division of Benedict Oil and Minerals.
“And you were calling that the Legacy Project! Because you were protecting the legacy of future generations by developing green energies!”
“Um…yes. Exactly. And we were looking at hiring some new talent, um, from outside the oil industry, as…” Alex looked like he’d come to the end of his inventive streak.
Joshua cleared his throat. “As they’d be more likely to look at everything from a different perspective, as it were. Thinking outside the oil company, um…box.”
“I wonder where she got the idea that you were looking for a brood mare? That’s totally strange, isn’t it?”
“The woman called you a tramp and said we have orgies and subjugate our women,” Alex reminded her. “It’s all strange, if you ask me.”
“I’d suggest you don’t hire Ms. Dell,” Penelope said. “I don’t think the woman is stable.”
“Don’t worry,” Alex said. “That little display definitely took her out of the running.”
“Amen,” Joshua said. It was time to try and put this incident behind them. “Have you decided what you’ll have? How about an appetizer? I love their wild mushroom risotto. It’s served with white truffle oil and from a carved Grana Padana wheel.”
“Yes, it says that right here on the menu. What is a Grana Padana wheel?” Penelope asked.
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“Parmesan cheese,” Alex said.
“Oh. That sounds good. And I want the lobster bisque.”
“Theirs is one of the best,” Joshua said.
The waiter came, apologized for the disturbance, then took their orders. Joshua began to relax. He had the sense that he and his brother had just dodged a major train wreck. He also had the feeling they weren’t out of the woods yet. One look at Alex and he knew they’d have to discuss this entire situation—not just Ms. Dell, but the Legacy Project, itself.
Sooner, rather than later.
* * * *
Penelope felt extremely relaxed by the time the limousine pulled up to Benedict Towers. They’d come back here after dinner so Alex could hurry upstairs and change his shirt. Then they’d made the symphony on time.
She hadn’t wanted to admit that she really didn’t know much about classical music, either. But she’d enjoyed the performance, nonetheless. They’d had some more champagne at intermission, and both men had been sweetly attentive.
She wasn’t drunk, not by a long shot. But she was very mellow.
The men didn’t say anything as they headed inside. She found herself holding hands with them both, and liked it.
“Thank you both. I had a wonderful time tonight.”
“You’re welcome,” Josh said.
Once inside the elevator, Alex reached over and tilted her chin up with one finger. He kissed her, the touch of his mouth on hers light, his tongue just gently brushing her lips as if he simply wanted to taste her.
“Will you come home with us? Will you be with us?”
There was nothing Penelope wanted more. She wanted to lie naked with these men, to touch them, taste them, and be touched and
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tasted in turn. She wanted to give them pleasure and wallow in the delight they would give to her. She wanted to feel them both inside her.
Penelope licked her lips, letting Alex know she tasted him, too.
Her stomach fluttered because she wanted more than
just
to be with them. “Yes. Yes, please. And I want—” Her words caught in her throat because what she wanted was the very embodiment of the dream that had haunted her, the dream that had aroused her and made every man she’d met, before these two, seem lacking.
“What is it you want, angel? You have to know we’ll give you anything you want, if we can.” Josh’s words brushed her forehead, his kiss there warming her and calming her nerves.
“I want to have you both inside me at the same time.”
“Are you sure?” Alex’s hands trembled as he cupped her face, as he lifted her so his gaze could meet hers. In his eyes she read excitement and hope.
“I’m sure. I want everything. I want it all.”
“Sweetheart.”
Josh gathered her in and kissed her, his mouth warm and wet, the slide of his lips and the probe of his tongue lighting fires that had been banked all evening, just from spending time with them.
The elevator doors opened, and together they moved down the corridor and entered the men’s penthouse.
She didn’t need seduction, but oh, how lovely it was that they took the time to give it to her. Alex kissed her, drawing her in, drawing her close, his arms sure and snug around her, his lips wooing hers.
Penelope let herself sink into his kiss, into the slide of lips and thrust of tongue, into the heat and the magic. Alex eased back and just looked at her, his eyes shining, making her melt. He caressed her cheek. She tilted her head, leaned into his touch, and felt very kittenish.
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The scent of lavender and lemon surrounded her from the candles Josh lit. Music, soft and dreamy jazz, filled the air.
Josh came to her then, turned her into his arms, and mated his mouth to hers. He tasted slightly of the brandy he’d sipped earlier, and raw, potent male. She would know his kiss blindfolded, would be able to distinguish him from his brother by touch, taste, and aroma any place, any time.
The heat of Alex’s body blanketed her back, so that between them they cocooned her in a world of sensual promise. The scent of them enveloped her, arousing her, so that her slit slickened and her nipples hardened.
“You’re so responsive to us, Penelope. Do you have any idea what a turn-on that is for us?” Joshua used one finger to trace the pucker of her nipple against the silk of her dress.
“I can’t help it. Right from the first moment I set eyes on the two of you, you’ve done this to me.” She wanted to tell them so much more than that. She’d fallen in love with them both. They’d charmed her and intrigued her. Their shy intelligence so matched her own sense of herself. Though born to wealth and privilege, they were beguilingly humble. She longed to tell them how she felt, yet the fear of rejection—that horrible legacy from her childhood—held her back and kept her silent.
“For us, too.” Alex caressed her arms and slid his hands down to entwine his fingers with hers.
“This is special.” Josh cupped her face and placed a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips. “You’re special.” He eased her toward him, and she willingly went, stretching up on her toes to taste his mouth again.
Behind her, Alex eased the zipper of her dress down. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the garment slide from her body.
“You’re trying to kill us,” Josh whispered.
Penelope smiled. The ultra-sexy red lace teddy she’d bought just that afternoon had felt like sin when she’d put it on earlier. Seeing the
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way Josh’s eyes widened, the way his nostrils flared as his gaze devoured her, told her she’d more than made the right choice.
“Lord, woman, you’re hot.” Alex’s praise whispered against her ear. He used his tongue to tease the shell of it, something that always made her shiver with delicious anticipation.
“You make me hot, the two of you. Only the two you. No one else has ever made me melt.” It was as close as she dared come to saying the words out loud, to declaring her love.
Josh’s gaze heated her. “This is very sexy, but, darling, it has got to go.” He skimmed the teddy down, his hands making quick work of stripping her. He moved his right hand between her thighs, stroking over her slit, and then slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh, yes, so hot and wet and
ready
for us.” He leaned forward and took her mouth with his. There was nothing chaste about this kiss.
Hot, hungry, his lips sucked hers, his tongue invaded, an in-and-out drinking that took her arousal so high she barely recognized the sounds she made. She tilted her hips into his thrusting fingers, seeking more, needing more. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, and if she could have climbed him then, she knew she would have.
Hands from behind slid around her waist, gently easing her back against hot, naked male flesh.
Josh’s fingers left her and she whimpered.
“Let him get undressed, angel,” Alex whispered. “We’re going to take very good care of you, I promise.”
“I need you both so much. I need you to hold me and eat me and fuck me.” Never had Penelope spoken so brazenly. The emotions, the needs swirling through her, felt raw and primitive. They pulled and pushed inside her until she thought she might scream if she didn’t get what she needed.
“All that and more.” Josh stepped forward, gloriously naked, his clothes abandoned in a messy, discarded heap. “You’ll have all that and more, sweetheart. Starting right now.”
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He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped herself around him, relishing the sensation of flesh against flesh. His cock, so hard and hot and big, nestled between the lips of her pussy as if it knew that’s exactly where it belonged.
He laid her on the bed and came down beside her on her right.
Alex stretched out on her left. How wonderful it felt to have these hot, naked men surrounding her. Her pussy gushed, ecstatic with their nearness. Her nipples beaded, turning so hard they almost hurt.
“We need you, too,” Josh said as he stroked his hand down her body. He petted her with one long caress from neck to thighs. “We’ve had women before. We’ve shared women before. But nothing has ever been like it has been with you. With you, it’s so much more than just sex. It’s deeper, sweeter, hotter. We don’t understand it, either, but it is, and we’re glad.”
“When we’re lying here like this, there’s something that feels as if we’ve always been together.” Alex’s voice, low and deep, seemed to vibrate deep in her stomach. “It’s a kind of recognition of what we are, the three of us, collectively. That sense of unity is something we’ve never experienced before.”
“Please.” Their words were undoing her, making her feel shaky, urging her to step out onto that emotional limb. Drawing her away from the here and now, because a part of her believed if she took that chance, if she stepped out onto that limb, she would never, ever recover the rejection that was certain to follow.
So much better to bury everything under a thick layer of sex and sensations.
Their hands brushed so close to her clit. Penelope undulated her hips, trying to entice them to stroke her there even as she reached down and wrapped a hand around each of their cocks.
Hot, hard, and silky, the feel of them thrilled, the girth of them whet her appetite and drove her even higher.
“You’d have us off like rockets,” Alex said. “But it’s our turn to drive you crazy.”
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He reached down and freed himself from her grasp. Then, before she could draw another breath, he slid down the bed and buried his face between her legs.
Penelope groaned, her eyes closing on the first delicious sweep of his tongue against her cunt. She lifted herself, pushing into his mouth, and he responded by using lips and teeth and tongue to excite her, to drink from her and send her on a thrilling climb toward bliss.
Josh turned her face to him and kissed her, sucking on her mouth in a rhythm that matched his brother’s.
Higher, faster, she imagined herself a speeding bolt of energy, gaining strength, racing toward the sun. Penelope pulled her mouth away from Josh, crying out as her orgasm shimmered just on the horizon. Alex slowed his actions, adjusting himself on the bed, and she had one moment to realize he’d put on a condom. Then he surged up her body and plunged into her in a single deep thrust.
Penelope came in a starburst of sensation, wave after wave of rapture consuming her, making her heart pound and her thoughts scatter.
Alex reversed their positions, then pulled her mouth down to kiss her, to share the taste of her pussy with her. The flavor of them combined enthralled her, making her crave more.
Josh moved in behind her, and when he urged, she gained her knees. Straddling Alex with his cock still buried deep inside her, she eased her lips from him, took one moment to look over her shoulder.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Josh’s voice had gone husky.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Right now.”
She shivered when he ran his lube-coated fingers up and down the crack of her ass, and shivered when he moved closer, placed his hands on her cheeks, and spread her slightly.
Then he pressed against her anus.
Alex drew her head down, slipped his arms around her. Holding her for his brother’s penetration.
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