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Six Months Ago

Nicole

“I can’t keep my hands off you,” Landon says, as if blown away by his own actions tonight.

I mean, none of us are acting appropriately, so I guess it is a bit of a shocker. Can you blame us? My life, future, and reputation have just been blown to smithereens in a very public way and these guys have been with me, through everything, since the beginning.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Nicole.” Landon kisses my neck, just above my collarbone.

He feels so good, the last of my fucks burns from the heat of his mouth on me.

Tonight, at a fundraising gala, amongst all my mutuals, celebrities, and paparazzi, I humiliated a powerful woman and got out of an arranged marriage with her son at the cost of not only my pride, but my prospects both in business and my social circle.

At least I walked out of there with my head held high and my chosen family by my side, that included my best friend Grace, Gage, and these two rebellious suit Daddies.

Leaning back into Landon, giving him more access to my body, I sway to the music and let his touch take me further into the fantasy that everything’s going to be all right. That tonight wasn’t as bad as I fear, and I’ll wake up tomorrow better for it.

“Fuuuck, your tits are spectacular.” Landon boldly cups my breasts, his touch and the heat of the dancefloor with all these bodies grinding along with the bass that’s bump, bump, bumping makes me want to fuck.

Kerrington watches us from the bar, his eyes burning my body as much as Landon’s hands are. I crook my finger at him, beckoning him to join us and he obliges, with a look that seems half amused and half suspicious.

“Do you like him groping you like that?” he asks me.

My cheeks heat when I nod, admitting what I shouldn’t. Not only are we out in public being scandalous, but these two men are so off limits, it’s not even funny. I don’t care. All I’ve done tonight is make a mess of my life, so why stop when it feels so damn good?

Landon’s hands go into overdrive as he skates them up and down my ribs, along my waist, and down my thighs as if he can’t get enough of me. He sucks on my neck, and I stare at Kerrington while his boyfriend has his way with me. The look on his face is a mix of caution and lust. Maybe he’s turned on by Landon, or maybe he’s turned on by me. Or maybe, if I’m extra lucky, it’s both of us making his dick hard right now.

My heavy lids keep my eyes barely open while Kerrington continues watching us. Our gazes lock and he brings a glass up to his sexy mouth and sips his whiskey.

Landon groans against the shell of my ear. “I’m so fucking happy you’re not getting married anymore.”

His words are like ice water over my head, chilling my heated body to the point that I’m almost shaking again. Then the music in the club cuts off and all the lights turn on.

Talk about a rude awakening.

“Guess it’s get-the-fuck-out time.” Kerrington chuckles before draining the rest of his drink. The fiery look in his gaze is gone, and he turns around to set his glass on the bar top and pays our tab.

Caught between fuck or flight, I’m buzzing from being turned on, and flooded with the urge to run from my reality. The harsh lights make me feel like I’m under a spotlight, back on stage, with everyone around me having a front-row seat to my self-destruction. I close my eyes and exhale. I’m in a club, not the gala. These strangers don’t know who I am, nor do they give a shit about me. Anyone glancing at us is likely doing so because of our attire. We three are the most over-dressed ones here. My gown cost over fifty grand, and I know damn well Landon and Kerrington’s suits were a pretty penny, too. Landon’s a fashion slut. Honestly, I think Kerrington has gotten the most attention tonight. It’s the whole dark and broody aura he gives off. Can’t say I blame anyone for trying to get his number.

“Come back with us,” Landon urges against my ear. He’s still dancing like there’s music playing. I go along with it because maybe if I pretend hard enough, the night won’t be over so fast.

“Why would I do that?” I ask, coyly.

“You know why,” Kerrington answers for him, suddenly back with us.

“God, I want to fuck you,” Landon adds, without a care in the world. “Both of you at the same time.”

My heart beats harder in my chest. I don’t think Landon’s ever had to filter his mouth, thoughts, or his behavior. Must be nice . Kerrington, however, is more guarded and unamused all the time, like me. They bring each other balance, which is wildly attractive. They don’t need me in their already perfect dynamic. But…

“How bad do you want to fuck us?” I ask Landon while I stare at Kerrington.

“This bad.” He grabs my hand and shoves it against his hard cock trapped in his pants. He’s a big boy. A very big boy. My mouth waters just thinking about what he would feel like inside me.

I can’t even remember the last time I had sex.

“What if Kerrington doesn’t want to share?” I tease.

Landon’s grin takes up his entire face. “Oh, he does. Trust me.” He winks at Kerrington. “So, what do you say, Nicole? Want to keep this night going?”

The champagne buzz I’ve maintained all night will wear off soon, and I’m not ready for the fun to end. Because once it does, reality will hit, and I can’t take it yet.

Tonight, I stood on a stage and yelled for help to get out of an arranged marriage with a man who happens to be Landon and Kerrington’s best friend and business partner. Mason Finch. The media will eat this disaster up for weeks. Mason and I were never a match. And he’s got someone better suited for him than I ever would be. Someone who’s going to make him so fucking happy. He would never have had that with me.

I can’t make anyone happy. Not myself. Not my parents. No one.

And love isn’t in the cards for me—a fact I’ve spent most of my life coming to terms with. My parents are probably already in damage control mode, working on a new plan to match me with another wealthy man who doesn’t care what his wife does as long as she’s pretty, silent, and spreads her legs when she’s told. The news that I’m back on the market will spread fast. Only now, my reputation is tainted, which means the respect I’ll get will decline.

My heart clenches painfully. At least with Mason, I wouldn’t have been used, or worse, abused. He’d have treated me like a queen and kept his hands to himself. We’d have been miserable together, and alone... together.

He got out of our horrible life tonight and dragged me out of it, too.

It’s for the best.

And maybe, if I prove I’m better on my own, my parents won’t shove me into the arms of the next man in line.

Impossible . You know that’s never going to happen .

Blood drains from my head and my knees give out a little.

“Whoa.” Landon grips my waist, all playfulness gone from him as he holds me up. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I lie, righting myself.

Kerrington’s brow furrows. “You sure?”

Tears sting my eyes, and I turn to bury my face in Landon’s neck so they can’t see I’m upset. “I’m thirsty and my feet hurt in these stupid heels.”

His arms wrap around me like he’s protecting me from the outside world. “Let’s get you out of here. Kerr, get our girl some water to go. ”

“On it.”

My heart thuds in my throat. Our girl . If only.

I’ll never be theirs. I’ll be someone else’s and I’ll never see these two again because I won’t be allowed.

“You smell good,” I say, forcing those thoughts down and clinging to the night a little longer.

Landon kisses the top of my head, and I don’t even care that my hair’s wet with sweat because I’ve danced the night away.

“Come home with us,” he practically begs me. “I don’t want this to end yet.”

Neither do I .

Tomorrow, I’ll have to face the consequences of my actions. But tonight? Tonight isn’t over.

“Okay,” I say, a smile tugging at my mouth.

Landon pulls back and tips my chin so I’ll look at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” There’s actual happiness in my voice and I feel a little lighter already knowing I don’t have to face reality yet. “I’ll come back with you.”

My best friend Grace took a ride home from Gage about two hours ago. Kerrington and Landon said they were staying with me till the end, and I wonder if this was their plan all along. To get me into bed with them.

The smile on Landon’s face says yes .

The one on Kerrington’s says no.

Taking the water bottle from Kerrington, I add, “But only if you two really want this. It’s late and I can uber home. It’s not a problem.”

Kerrington grabs my hand and pulls me towards the exit. “I would go insane with worry if you took an uber this late at night.”

“You can always drop me off.”

Kerrington halts at the door. “Nicole. Do you want to come back with us, or do you want to go home?” He waits expectantly for me to give a definitive answer, and I’m reminded of how bossy the sonofabitch can be. My pussy clenches with approval.

“She’s coming with us,” Landon announces, pushing the door open.

Cool air smacks my skin when I follow them outside.

“Answer me, Nicole. Stay with us or go home?” Kerrington still hasn’t let go of my hand. “There is no wrong answer.”

Maybe not, but there will be consequences for these actions too, and I’ll be the one to pay for them. This could screw up my friendship with these two. It’ll be fodder for the media if we’re caught. My family will go ballistic if they find out I’m doing something like this.

But for once, I want to not care and just have fun without the weight of guilt and stress or living up to someone else’s expectations.

Landon and Kerrington are a package deal. They’re offering me a night in their bed. A night of pleasure and escape. Who in their right mind would turn this down? “I want to spend the night with you both.”

Kerrington arches his brow. “Are you sure ?”

I look him in the eyes and find myself leaning into his mouth. “Yes. Absolutely.”

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I wake up in a haze, unsure of where I am.

Very little light filters through the curtains, but I see Kerrington’s passed out on my left. All the covers are wrapped around me, exposing him to the max. His steady breathing makes his chest rise and fall while he sleeps on his back. His dick lays limp on his thigh looking all innocent and like it didn’t rearrange my guts last night.

Oh my god. Last night…

Everything comes flooding back to me. The humiliating gala. Dancing at the club. Coming back to the hotel suite with Landon and Kerrington. Drinking. Kissing.

Fucking.

Oh my god… we had so much sex.

I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. We laughed and played and explored and every muscle I own aches. My pussy is sore in the best kind of way, and I still feel boneless and light as a feather from having both my mind and back blown .

Landon’s currently in the shower. I can hear him humming a song. And since I’m in the middle of this big bed, I’m guessing he took the still warm spot on my right side all night. I was legit sandwiched between two perfect men who worshipped me for hours…

And now it’s over.

God, why does that hurt so much?

The water shuts off in the shower, and panic smacks me.

Shit ! I… I can’t just linger. I have to go.

Slipping out of the king size bed, I quickly look around for my clothes.

Where are they? Damnit!

One heel is by the foot on the bed, the other is outside in the living room over by the balcony door. Holy hell, I remember being pressed against that glass while Landon tongue fucked me. And… I also remember Kerrington taking me from behind while I was bent over the balcony railing. The way he filled me. The way he pulled my hair and made me—

Focus, Nicole!

My dress is behind a chair, crumpled on top of a tuxedo jacket. The jacket that I squirted all over when Landon shoved the neck of a wine bottle up my—

Fucking Hell…

Adrenaline and dehydration have me shaking. I quickly slip into my dress and snag my purse off the couch. That’s when a deep groan comes from the bedroom, and I hold my breath. I can’t face these two this morning. Not after I took both their dicks at the same time. Not after they made me scream their names while I came harder than I ever have in my life. Not after they kissed and caressed and worshipped me afterwards in the bath and fed me chocolates and told me how beautiful I was with my mascara and lipstick smeared down my face.

Because last night was a fantasy. Today is reality.

And I need to get out of here now .

“Duchess, where are you?” Landon calls out in sing-songy, playfulness.

Kerrington’s deep tone mumbles something I can’t make out, but now I know they’re both awake.

Oh no, no, no, noooo.

I trip over my own two feet as I race to the door and yank it open, only to be stopped by the heavy lock at the top. It slams so loud that I gasp. FUCKING HELL! I shut the door, unlatch the lock, and open it again, dashing for the exit before either of them can see me.

I don’t do the walk of shame out of that hotel.

I fucking sprint it.

Heels in one hand, my purse in the other, I leave my heart in the hotel suite and run.