Maya Banks - Sweet Addiction

She let her legs slide over his so that her knees found purchase in the mattress. His hands roamed down her back to her ass. He cupped the cheeks and squeezed gently before lifting his hips to thrust again.

And then the bed dipped. Lucas’s hand slid up her spine, pressing her downward until her body was flush with Cole’s. A shiver of delight overtook her as she stared down into the eyes of a man she’d feared was gone from her life forever.

Cole cupped her ass more firmly and then spread her just as Lucas positioned the head of his cock at her opening. Lucas leaned down and kissed the center of her back and then whispered softly as he delicately probed her tight entrance.

“Relax, my love. Let us both take you. Let us show you how much we love you.”

She melted all over Cole. Lucas pushed more firmly and her body gave way to his persistence. He slid inside and she moaned at the instant fullness of having both men buried inside her body.

It was …magic. The two men she loved beyond measure. Both deep inside her body. Both commanding her, dominating her, cherishing her with words and actions.

She wanted to be consumed. Completely overtaken. Used. Controlled. Owned. This was her reality. Her existence. Between two strong men. Pampered, spoiled …loved.

It was more than she could have ever imagined. Tonight there were no belts, no crops. No harsh words meant to incite desire. No orders, no commands. Just love. So much love she was drowning in it.

Their gentleness was her undoing. They moved with a sensual grace that made her ache with desire. Every movement. Every thrust. Each push inside her body was done with complete caring. Infinitely sweet. Strong and yet so adoring.

They covered her, surrounded her, touched her, kissed her …loved her.

“This is how it will be, Ren darling,” Cole whispered so close to her ear. “Every day for the rest of your life. Us loving you. Taking care of you. Always protecting you. We may command you, but it’s you who own us heart and soul.”

She smiled and reveled in the beauty of his words. Lucas’s lips brushed across her nape and he nipped lightly as he covered her from above.

“Love you,” he said huskily.

“I love you too,” she whispered back. “I love you both so much. I want this. I want a life with you. The both of you.”

Cole shuddered beneath her. Lucas stilled and his body trembled as he sought to maintain his control. But it was as if her words drove them both over the edge. Their control was a thin thread that unraveled the moment she embraced the life before them.

With a harsh groan, Lucas began thrusting, his cock pulsing already with his release. Below her, Cole grasped her hips and surged upward, matching Lucas’s rhythm as they both poured themselves into her body.

She laid her cheek against Cole’s heaving chest as Lucas settled over her like a heavy blanket. Both men were breathing hard as they remained buried inside her. She smiled, suddenly having a very good picture of the future.

Between two strong, dominant men who loved her beyond reason and would cherish her on a daily basis.

The future had never looked so utterly wonderful.

Ren’s mouth turned up into a smile as she watched Cole and Lucas stride into their Vegas hotel suite. She lounged on the sofa, her feet curled beneath her and watched hungrily as Cole loosened his tie and Lucas kicked off his shoes.

Their gazes immediately found her, swept over her, warming her to her toes with the love and desire that was so clearly reflected in their eyes.

Lucas’s nostrils flared and Ren rose, heeding the unspoken command. As she walked toward them, they closed around her, their heat circling her and pulling her into the haven they provided.

Cole slid his arms around her from behind, pulled her against his back as his mouth slid sensuously up her neck to her ear. She sighed and shivered as goose bumps danced across her skin.

“I missed you,” he growled.

“You didn’t have to go with Lucas,” she said innocently.

Lucas frowned at her and she held back her laughter.

Over the last year, Lucas and Cole had gone beyond an uneasy truce. Their relationship had been one of tolerance in the beginning and it had been far from hearts and roses. Ren had danced delicately in the early days, always afraid of upending the tenuous peace.

But as things had progressed, so too did the friendship that had sprung between the two men. Lucas had drawn Cole in, had asked for his advice and business expertise in running the nightclubs.

More often than not, the two men arranged their times between their respective businesses so that they worked together and so their time with Ren could be planned. The only exceptions were when it was required for one of them to be out of town. They never both left her. One remained so she was never alone.

“What are you thinking?”

Lucas’s question drew her attention back to the present. She glanced up to see him watching her thoughtfully.

She settled more comfortably into Cole’s embrace and smiled, allowing all of the happiness inside her to shine through.

“I was thinking about us.” Her throat tightened and she had to work to get the words out around the sudden catch. “I was thinking how lucky I am. And how happy.”

Lucas reached for her hand and tugged her away from Cole, into his arms until he was wrapped around her, their noses just inches apart.

“That’s funny, because Cole and I were just remarking on what lucky sons of bitches we were that you hadn’t tossed us out months ago.”

Her smile grew broader and she leaned up on tiptoe to offer him her mouth. His hand tangled possessively in her hair and he pulled her to him, devouring her lips in a breathless kiss. Then he pulled her away, his hand still solidly fisted in her hair. His eyes glittered with desire and she shivered at the raw power that emanated from him.

With his free hand, he traced a line along her cheekbone and then softly over her lips. “So very beautiful. So very perfect. And you belong to us.”

“Always,” Cole growled softly from behind her. “Never doubt it, Ren.”

Tears pricked her eyelids and her vision became swimmy. One escaped, trickling down her cheek, landing into Lucas’s hand. He looked instantly alarmed. His gaze softened and he released her hair to cup her face with both hands.

“Ren, love, what’s wrong?”

Cole was at her side, shoving in instantly. His eyes narrowed and he glanced accusingly in Lucas’s direction. She looked at both of them, took in these strong, dominant men. Men who loved her, adored her, cherished her every single minute of every single day.

“Ren?” Cole prompted. “What’s wrong, darling?”

She smiled again, so wide that her lips felt as though they would split at the corners. “Nothing. Nothing at all. In fact everything is so …right. So very right.”

She pushed in close and wrapped an arm around both their waists. She rested her cheek against Lucas’s chest but held on tightly to Cole. Cole slid his arm around her until she was held by both men. Loved. So very loved.

“I love you both so much,” she whispered.

Cole kissed her temple and Lucas brushed his mouth over the top of her head. “We love you too, Ren,” Cole said.

The men pulled away from her and then Lucas took her hand. “Come with us. There’s something we have for you.”

Cocking her head to the side, she followed obediently, but inside she was like a kid at Christmas. They were forever showering her with little surprises and she enjoyed being spoiled as much as they enjoyed spoiling her.

Lucas stopped to pick up several bags that she hadn’t seen them bring inside the door. Cole led her toward the bedroom and Lucas followed closely behind.

Lucas set the bags onto the bed. “Put on everything we’ve bought. Dress, stockings, shoes. There is jewelry. And combs for your hair. I’d like you to put it up tonight.”

She opened her mouth to ask what they were doing, but Cole slid his lips over hers, smiling against her mouth. “Just get dressed, darling. Lucas and I will be waiting.”

It took an hour for Ren to dress, do makeup and arrange her hair. The dress was stunning. White, floor-length. It hugged her figure perfectly. The bodice was tight and just at the hips, silk flowed to her ankles, swirling delicately about her legs. There was a long slit up one side that bared a sexy glimpse of her stockings and the shoes were killer. Cinderella shoes. Clear but crusted in diamonds.

Leave it to her men to buy shoes that cost more than a house.

Ah well, she’d reward them later by giving them a show in just those shoes and those decadent stockings that she’d loved pulling up her legs.

She gasped softly when she opened the velvet box containing the jewelry. Gorgeous dangly diamond earrings and an equally stunning necklace. There was also a diamond-crusted bracelet that was dazzling when it caught the light.

She looked and felt like a million dollars. She looked and felt …cherished. Pampered. Spoiled beyond measure by the two men she adored.

At the door leading out of the bedroom, she paused, suddenly nervous to face them. She knew she looked stunning but it wasn’t herself she wanted to see in the mirror. She wanted to see herself in their eyes. Wanted to see the instant flash of approval and desire. The pride and the fierce possessive glint they always wore when they looked her way.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped into the living room of the suite. Both men turned and looked her way. They had changed and both wore expensive slacks and formal white shirts. They’d showered and Lucas’s hair was still damp. They both looked so damn sexy, she wanted to strip them both naked and ride them, wearing nothing but those to-die-for shoes they’d bought her.