The Escort Series (Billionaire Bachelors) - Complete Collection Page 5

  Chapter Three

  Bea was standing there in her sexy high-heeled pumps and designer frock, her hair done up in a fashionably messy top knot. And her heart in her mouth.

  Okay, so she’d let herself get talked into this – again.

  Just as Lisa had been about to make the call to the agency to tell them Bea was not interested in making the appointment with the Wallace brothers, Bea had stopped her.

  “Wait,” Bea had said, when Lisa picked up the phone. Bea had wanted to kick herself for this, and she was rolling her eyes at herself for being so easy to maneuver – not that she thought Lisa’s speech had been a deliberate tactic to stir Bea’s conscience – but…she had heard the sincerity in Lisa’s words and Bea had felt bad about making such a big deal about this.

  What was the fuss about meeting the brothers again anyway? At least this time, Bea would be far more prepared than she had been when they’d first met.

  Now that she knew how sensually lethal they were, she’d be more on her guard. It was just some club-opening event after all. Very public, very innocent. And this could be her chance to give them a piece of her mind about that two hundred thousand dollars check.

  In addition, she might get the chance to come clean and tell them she wasn’t an escort at all. It may get the agency in hot water, but Bea couldn’t see the brothers causing any trouble over something that had been mainly an innocent mix-up and an equally innocent replacement had been made. Sure, the brothers didn’t get the professional escort they’d expected but Bea had a feeling they’d enjoyed the alternative well enough.

  “I’ll do it,” Bea had finally told Lisa, and Lisa’s gleeful reaction had made up a lot for Bea’s inner worry. Lisa had jumped on her with a hug and once again, promised to spend the whole day with Bea in order to prepare her for the upcoming evening’s engagement.

  “Now that you’ve agreed,” announced the gleeful Lisa, “I can give you more details. They made certain…requests as to how you should dress. This is normal for a client – or in your case, clients. Depending on where they plan on taking you, they’d prefer your attire to suit the occasion or venue. For example, if you all were going to the theater or some elegant restaurant, there’d be a certain kind of outfit they’d like you to wear. Casual, formal or smart – or very, very sexy.”

  Bea sighed deeply, already feeling like she was sinking in deep again. “So what’s it going to be this time?”

  “On this occasion, the Wallace brothers want sexy,” Lisa said with a wide grin. “And I know just the place we can go to shop for the perfect outfit…”

  Bea couldn’t believe how into it Lisa really was. She took the whole day to make sure they found the perfect clothes. Lisa was tireless when it came to shopping and she could scour a hundred stores for the exact one item that met her approval. At last, she selected a dress that she felt would fit the requirement. Bea, on her part, was more concerned about facing them again. The appointment had been booked for Friday night, which was tomorrow. She knew she’d have zero sleep till then.

  * * *

  She was picked up from a specified location by a black stretch limousine that was to take her to meet them at the venue.

  Once inside the luxurious car, the chauffeur offered her champagne, which was already chilling in its bucket, with the fluted glass in evidence. Bea politely declined, and instead asked for more details about their destination.

  “You will be joining my bosses at the Pirata Domingo, ma’am. It is a newly opened BDSM club,” the uniformed driver said lightly.

  A what?

  Bea’s carefully collected demeanor almost shattered at that revelation. Why on earth would…what in the world would they be…She couldn’t even process; she needed to tell the driver to turn the heck around.

  But she didn’t. Instead, she swallowed her panic and stared out of the tinted windows with a heart beating more wildly than ever.

  She had to admit she was terribly curious. Why a BDSM club? She’d certainly never seen the inside of one but she did have a faint idea of what could go on there. That they’d want her to meet them at such a venue did not look reassuring to the nervous Bea…

  * * *

  On her arrival inside the club, she was shocked to see that it was nothing like she’d expected. No, it didn’t look like a den of debauchery, and neither did it look like a brothel or anything. Sure, there were some eye-popping erotic art hanging all over the walls, and there was a lot of black marble going on, but it was streaked magnificently with gold. The dim lighting and the overall ambience was one of iconic cool, what with the fantastic looking mirrored bar gleaming from across the room. The place was far from crowded but then it was still quite early. There were tables and booths as well as a dance floor, just like any other club.

  As she strode in deeper, she caught sight of the medium-sized platform in the middle of the room, which had a lot of weird looking machinery and equipment placed on it, including chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling. Those things looked more like they were meant for torture than pleasure, and Bea couldn’t help but wonder fleetingly in amazement if folks were really into this kind of stuff! In its pride of place was a bed, and Bea had to keep from stumbling as she made her way to where two men suddenly rose from their seats beside the bar.

  Bea’s concern about her environment faded to the back burner when she met the admiring eyes of both Ryan and Jason. She reached their side with steps as steady as she could muster though she was quaking inside.

  “Hello Ryan. Hi, Jason,” she said calmly enough.

  “Bea. It’s great to see you again,” Ryan said as she took her seat between them. She tried not to start when Ryan took her hand and kissed it, his lips falling like butterfly wings onto her skin. Jason, to her surprise, was a lot more forward. It was he who leaned close to place a whisper of a kiss on her cheek. Both gestures from the two brothers were warm and even possessive, yet lighthearted. Still, it sent large bolts of arousal shivering through her.

  Oh no. She was in trouble. She knew this in a second.

  “You look…breath-taking,” Jason said, as he drew back from her cheek. He had the same look of heated approval his elder brother had. Bea shifted on her stool. She thanked him lightly while she took the chance to view them both without showing her emotions. Damn, they were fine. That was all she could say to herself. They were dressed less formally than last time, yet with far more swag to their masculine hotness. And their accents sounded even spicier after not hearing them for so long. Help, thought Bea with an inner pang as she strove to keep her expression neutral.

  The moment they took their seats, a very sexily dressed waitress wearing nothing more than a black leather thong and corset over knee-high boots appeared to take their order of drinks. Bea let them choose something for her though she swore she wasn’t going to be taking more than a glass. She needed her wits around these two, she knew.

  “How do you like the place?” Ryan asked with a teasing smile, the music playing in the background helping to ease Bea’s inwardly nervous mood. She found herself relaxing without meaning to, as she got over the jolt of seeing them again. One things for sure, their attraction hadn’t waned. They still had that “fuck-them-in-a-heartbeat” appeal but Bea reminded herself there’d be no fucking anyone tonight. No way.

  “It’s…it’s quite tame from what I’d expected,” she murmured, refusing to let them see how nervous she was when she’d found out about their chosen venue.

  “If only you knew,” Jason said with a deep chuckle. “There are many inner viewing rooms where interested patrons can watch…a lot of exciting things going on. And out here in the club area, well, the place really starts to rock around nine thirty, say ten p.m.”

  Shrugging casually, he continued, “We’ll just enjoy our drinks out here and then if it gets much too crowded, we can retire to a private lounge area. The owners are close friends of ours so we can basically go wherever we wish to.” He flashed a killer grin, and Bea had to look away
because seeing Ryan smile was always such a stomach-tilter. She was right; their sexual appeal hadn’t waned one bit in the two weeks or so since she’d last seen them.

  Their drinks were brought by the kinky-looking waitress who then left to wait upon the other patrons present. In a bid to calm her nerves, Bea took a sip of her drink and it was delicious. She had to quell the urge to look around wide-eyed because she’d never expected to ever be in a place like this and certainly not with these two sensually lethal males. That sense of being on her guard came over her as she figured they had something up their sleeve picking this club.

  “Relax, Bea,” Ryan said with a quiet smile, as if noticing, despite her efforts, how nervous she was. This is just a cool, normal nightclub with just one difference; people are offered a place to express and safely practice certain lifestyles if they wish. It’s all about the inner self. That’s why we wanted you to join us here. We felt you needed a little more…self-expression.”

  Bea gulped down more of her drink, unable to meet his piercing gaze. What more “self-expression” did a woman who’d had a threesome with two strangers need?

  “Look, guys,” she said bracingly, “It was really nice of you to want to see me again, but I only came because I…well I had some things to get off my chest.” She tried not to squirm when Jason’s eyes in particular swung down to that said part of her anatomy, and she saw his eyes burn when they fell on her hinted-at cleavage, the v-neck of her dress low enough to draw some extra attention. She could kill Lisa for convincing her to wear something so risqué!

  Ryan said with understanding, “You didn’t cash the check. We noticed this,” he said mildly.

  “Oh you did? I was sure you would,” she said with cool sarcasm. “I mean two hundred grand would be a lot to just overlook if I’d actually decided to make use of your over-generosity.”

  “But you didn’t,” Jason put in, his fingers toying with the stem of his crystal. “You surprise us at every turn, Bea. You’re very different from any woman we’re used to. That’s why we needed to see you again. You intrigue us – as well as drive us crazy.”

  Bea drew in a sharp breath as his hand covered hers on the bars edge. This first, warm contact did strange things to her insides. Shivering, she snatched her hand back. “Look, if you two are expecting a repeat performance of that night, forget it. It should never have happened.”

  “Why shouldn’t it have happened?” Ryan asked, making her turn to him quickly, as his hand reached up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Once again, the breath was stolen from her. Hell no, she didn’t need to start this up again. Each man, taking turns driving her slowly to the brink. She needed to focus, arm herself…

  “Well…because it was just so…I mean, I don’t do that kind of stuff!”

  “We got that,” Ryan said patiently. “But you’re a very sexy woman, Bea. You have to get used to the fact that no matter what, we’d want to fuck you. Again. Once could never be enough.”

  “So is that why I’m here? I’m going to get fucked?” Bea said tightly, her heart pounding like a bass drum in her chest as she looked from one pair of smoky eyes to the other. Part of her wanted to just fly out the door, while another part of her was rooted to her seat, dazed with pent-up desire for these two sex gods. She could hardly breathe waiting for a reply to her question. But deep in her heart, she suddenly decided that maybe she didn’t really want to know…

  Chapter Four

  “Bea, you were made for pleasure,” Jason said in a reasonable tone, when Ryan paused. “You’re not just beautiful, you’re irresistible. We’ve already established that sleeping with your clients is not your style. But we’re banking on becoming more than just clients to you.”

  Bea swallowed, as she remembered another reason why she was here tonight. To tell them the truth: she wasn’t really a professional escort; and no, she didn’t work for the escort service. She wasn’t the kind of woman they were looking for, period. So basically, she wasn’t really their escort, and they certainly weren’t her clients. They had to find some other chick for whatever they had in mind. A woman who could handle this with the true professionalism they deserved.

  “Uh…about that, there’s something I have to tell you guys. You’ll need to find some other chick for whatever you have in mind. A woman who can really handle your um…expectations. Because I’m not really a…”

  Jason suddenly moved, and the next second, he was kissing her. Bea’s words cut off in a squeak as his firm, smooth lips slanted over hers. Instant electric volts zapped through her system. A man’s mouth had never felt as good as these two did, and Jason certainly shocked her once again with his unexpected forwardness. He was usually the laid-back one, the one who watched and waited. Looked like that wasn’t going to be him tonight.

  Bea gasped in surprise, her lips parting unknowingly beneath his molten onslaught. Just a few moments of heat and moisture, but her mouth was clinging like Velcro to his when he finally pulled back, his eyes half-lidded.

  “We don’t want “some other chick”,” he said huskily, suddenly grasping her hand and tugging her up with him before she could recover. “Come on, let’s dance.”

  “Hey!” she finally managed, still struck down by that kiss while Jason totally ignored her protest, leading her straight to the dance floor. She was spun around in his arms so that she was resting her back against his chest. To her utter trepidation, his hands on her hips brought her ass in contact with his crotch, as he started moving to the beat of the music. She was incapable of breaking away, what with the way he kept a tight hold on her hips, pinning her to him. She shivered when she felt his lips suddenly caress her ear, the warmth of his breath teasing her.

  “Let go, baby,” he said in a whisper, as his solid, large body rubbed up against her from neck to legs. “You’ve done it before. And it was perfect. Why would you want to fight this?” As he spoke, he smoothed his hands down her arms to clasp her wrists, which he guided up to link around his neck. Bea felt her breasts push out even more, and she bit back a moan.

  No no no! That crazy chemistry she seemed to have for either half of the Wallace duo was acting up again. She felt the unmistakable ridge of his erection straining against her buttocks, and she trembled. Her neglected hormones only seemed to react when they were around. She worked and interacted with men every day, but none of them seemed to get to her the way Jason and Ryan did.

  No one even came close.

  Bea couldn’t deny her shivering body a few seconds of relaxing back against Jason, closing her eyes and casting herself into the moment and the music. Promising herself that soon enough, she’d break away. She would fight this. She had to. But no…not yet.

  Her resolve was soon to be tested when at that moment, she felt another body press into her front. All male, hard and warm, it pressed into her breasts while at her belly, another rigid cock aligned itself. Her eyes flew open and she was looking into Ryan’s feral, dark gaze.

  “We think you handle our expectations very well, sweet Bea,” he murmured; in reference to her last comment at the bar. “And Jason was right. We sure as hell don’t want another chick. We want you. Only you.”

  Oh…hell. Bea saw Ryan’s head edge slowly down to hers, and she knew she had plenty opportunity to move away, to stop him. But she didn’t. His lips slid over hers warmly and somewhat questioningly, even tentatively. Both men had her sandwiched between them, with Ryan moving so that his body blocked hers from prying onlookers. She felt Jason’s hands rubbing up her sides in gentle motions, moving higher and higher while Ryan’s mouth teased and cajoled her. She moaned, finally responding with a helpless parting of her lips and then having them invaded by his tongue sliding in hotly to taste her.

  She couldn’t help but gasp in arousal as she felt those roving hands of Jason’s reaching past the outside of her breasts to suddenly scoop them in his palms, massaging them in a hard, possessive caress. His thumbs flicked over the suddenly hard nubs straining against the thin fabric of h
er dress and bra, and she whimpered into Ryan’s mouth. What were they trying to do, seduce her in public, and on the dance floor? No matter how her pussy started to drip, and even though she felt her clit begin to tingle with carnal hunger, she made herself stiffen, pulling sharply away from Ryan’s mouth and covering her hands over Jason’s, pushing them off her heaving tits.

  Although they stopped kissing and touching her intimately, they didn’t release her from between them. Bea was suddenly conscious of the other people dancing around them, lost in their own private bubbles. But that did nothing to reassure her.

  “I can’t…I can’t do this,” she blurted, closing her eyes tight for a few moments. “Just…let me go home. I think I’ve had enough.”

  She opened her eyes to see Ryan’s calm expression. He didn’t look angry or disappointed. He said easily, “Alright. But you don’t get to leave until you at least see the floor show. It’ll be starting up soon.”

  “You’ll like it, we promise,” Jason added in her ear. She shivered as she felt both their cocks jutting into her, front and back. She was sent straight into the past, back to that night in their hotel suite. “We’ll just sit in a secluded booth and watch. No hanky panky, Bea. You have our word.”

  Bea knew she wasn’t worried about their word. It was her racing libido she feared. Whenever they were near or touched her, she lost control. She could do anything they wanted if they pushed hard enough. Maybe they knew this, and weren’t going to push. Not yet at least. But Bea knew that the longer she stayed around them, the weaker her resolve would be.