Under Two Billionaire Brothers, jewel crotan [top e book reader .TXT] 📗

dry? It was a pretty farfetched thought, even for her, but why else would they want anything to do with her? She was a Plain Jane compared to the women they went after.

“I think I’ll pass.” It was too dangerous and far too tempting. She didn’t want to end up doing something that would screw up this job. She may only work on the weekends, but the McKnight brothers were generous with their pay, which resulted in her not having to work during the week. If she fucked that up because she couldn’t keep her legs closed, because she let them have their way with her like all those other women, then she would be no better than the females she bitched about every Saturday and Sunday morning.

“Come on, Lola. What’s the worst that could happen?” Max’s words held a lascivious tone and she felt herself grow wet from her desire to be under both of them.

“It’s just a little swim.” Ian winked and tilted his head toward the pool house. “It’s not like you have to spend all day in there with us. Although--"

Max cleared his throat and Ian continued. "Just go change, and we’ll order some lunch and enjoy this gorgeous day.”

Ian made it sound so tempting, but she didn’t forget that they had just screwed two women last night and probably would be doing that again tonight. All she could picture was the three of them rolling around in the sheets, their sweaty, naked bodies moving together, touching, caressing…

She had to stop right there or she was going to do something very embarrassing, like throw herself at them and beg them to do all the dirty things she knew they were capable of.

“Okay,” she exhaled, and found herself walking back into the pool house to find a suit. It should have irked her that they had extra swimsuits, like they were storing them up for their fuck-buddies, but she knew they hosted parties so it wasn’t too farfetched that they had extra clothing lying around. She picked the skimpiest one, because really, if she was going to be forced to swim with the half-naked McKnight brothers, she was going to make sure she was showing an equal amount of skin.
  chapter 4

Ian and Max were already in the pool when she emerged. She had a towel around her waist, cursing herself for actually picking the suit she had. She was no better than those damn sluts and their triangle-top bathing suits. When they heard her approach they stopped talking and turned to look at her. Neither one of them spoke until her feet curved around the lip of the pool and she took off the towel. Ian’s strangled cough and then Max’s throat clearing had a smile tugging at her lips. She was glad they weren’t immune to her.

“Damn, girl.” Ian ran a hand over his hair, his bicep bulging. “I had no idea you were hiding a body like that under your clothes.” Sometimes she could see the youthfulness of him come out, like he wasn’t one half of a billion-dollar company.

“Ian, manners,” Max spoke sternly but he never took his eyes off of her. In fact, his eyes continued to move up and down her body, stopping several times to stare at her breasts and then her pussy, which was barely covered by a white inverted triangle of cloth.

“Don’t act like you don’t see what’s right in front of you. The girl is smokin’ hot. She’s tiny as hell but her legs go on for miles. Fucking. Miles.” Max didn’t respond but his hand was running over his jaw, back and forth. Lola dipped her foot in the water and shivered. “The water is freezing.” Changing the subject seemed like a good idea since Ian was starting to embarrass her. She had never thought her body anything special, but the way these two were looking at her made her feel like she was beautiful, maybe even better looking than the Barbie twins.

Max and Ian splashed water on her at the same time and she cried out before laughing. “You assholes!” As soon as she said it they stopped and stared at her and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Did she really just call her bosses that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Max swam over to the edge, his face a mask of serious composure. “Come here, Miss ... Shyne.” Oh shit. She took a few hesitant steps toward Max and when he gestured for her to come closer she bent at the waist, knowing he was about to fire her. It was her own damn fault, though. When would she ever learn to keep her mouth shut?

He lifted his hand and gripped her wrist so fast she didn’t know what his intentions were until she was flying through the air and doing a belly flop in the water. When her head surfaced and she gasped for air, she called Max every curse word she could think of, including a few she made up. Hair was stuck in every which way on her face she shoved it out of her eyes and glared over at him. Max was laughing his ass off and Ian scowled at him, swimming over to her and slinging his arm across her shoulders.

“You had it right the first time, Lola. He is a massive asshole.” Ian started laughing, which in turn made Max laugh harder. It was like a domino effect, and before long she too was giggling. Giggling! When in the hell did she start giggling?

Scooping water in her palm, she pushed the water toward Max and grinned wider when he choked on a mouthful. She screamed when Ian grabbed her by the waist and tossed her in the air. Her arms and legs flapped around for a split second before she flopped back into the water.

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Half an hour later and the water had since warmed -- either that, or she had just gotten used to it. Lola sat on one of the cement steps as she watched Ian climb out and head into the house.

“You guys want to eat inside or out here?” He stopped and looked over his shoulder at them. A towel was wrapped around his waist and fell to his knees. It looked like he had nothing on underneath, and she couldn’t help but picture him nude under that strip of terrycloth. All big and just … hanging there.

“In.” Ian nodded at Max and then disappeared inside. She leaned back against the steps and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her face. It felt so good to be outside and just absorb the heat.

Water lapping at her chest had her opening her eyes. They widened when she realized Max was right in front of her, his big body looming over hers. He was so wide, with shoulders so muscular that a shadow covered her. Her breath stalled and her pulse quickened. “What are you doing?” She whispered, not trusting her voice to go any higher, especially since his mouth was so close to hers.

“What are you talking about?” His voice was a whisper as well and she didn’t miss how he kept looking down at her mouth. “I’m just talking to you.”

“You’re awfully close.” The air came out of her in fast pants and she prayed he didn’t notice the effect he had on her.

“I know,” he moved in another inch, “but you like it like that.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Wh-What makes you think that?” Was that her voice, all husky and needy?

“Just admit that you want me, Lola.” His eyes were on her mouth now, completely focused on her lips.

Her heart was beating so fast she wondered if he could hear it, or if he could see her pulse beating frantically at the base if her neck. Did she dare admit that to him? It seemed dangerous to show her vulnerability, but at the moment she wasn’t thinking clearly. All she could think about was what he would taste like. His scent was clean, fresh. Leaning in, she stopped right before their lips touched. His breathing was heavy and fast and she smiled slowly. Yeah, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

“Maybe you should admit that you want me?” Why in the hell was she playing with fire? Even as this thought slammed home, she also couldn't deny that getting burned by them would feel damn good.



 

chapter 5

 Max’s mouth was on hers as soon as the words left her lips. His kiss was firm, demanding, just like the man himself. Groaning, Lola threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Kissing him was so much better than anything she had ever imagined. His tongue stroked first her top and then her bottom lip, teasing her until she opened and he could slip inside. His kiss tasted tangy with a little bite to it, like he had taken a shot of whiskey. It was potent, yet addicting. “God, Lola, your mouth is so soft, so fucking sweet. I could kiss you all day.” He spoke in-between nibbling and sucking at her lips, causing them to swell as the blood rushed to the surface.

She tilted her head and opened her mouth wider, urging him to slip his tongue back inside, tease her own. He didn’t disappoint and she moaned, pulling him closer and closer until it was like their bodies were fused. She spread her legs and he moved his hips into the cradle of hers until she felt the hard, expansive length of his cock press against her pussy. The very thought that only a few pieces of thin material separated his shaft from sliding into her pussy made her clit tingle and her nipples bead. Legs now wrapped around his hips, Lola rested her heels right above his firm ass and tugged him closer until he was grinding all that hard male length against her.

His hand cupped her breast and massaged the globe. His grip tightened and then loosened. Tightened and then loosened. It was a crazed sensation, and when he took his other hand and mimicked what he was doing to her other breast, Lola made a small mewling noise in the back of her throat. A little voice in the back of her head reared up, telling her what she was doing was wrong on so