Their Sweet Desire [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Wow. Baby, you look gorgeous.” Stone took her hand and spun her around. She pirouetted in a circle for his perusal and Emerson smiled.

  “I don’t know how you do it. But you get more beautiful every time I see you.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She felt her cheeks blush then heard her staff make their comments.

  “Okay, we’re going now. Are you sure you have everything under control?” Toni asked Tina and Mia.

  “Yes, ma’am. You three have a great time. The weather is perfect, and no storms are in sight,” Tina said then winked. Stone took Toni’s hand and Emerson opened the front door for them to leave. Toni was surprised to see the fancy Range Rover parked out front. Stone ran to the driver’s side, and Emerson opened the back door for her. She got in and immediately noticed the bouquet of pink and purple amaryllis orchids and roses.

  “Oh my God, these are gorgeous.” She gently touched the bouquet.

  “Those are for you,” Emerson said as he turned in his seat to look at her. He smiled and she smiled back then noticed Stone looking at her in the rearview mirror.

  “We thought you might like the various pink colors in the flowers,” he said.

  She smiled. “Oh. I hate pink.”

  “What?” they both asked.

  She stared at them a moment and they appeared very upset. Then she laughed. “I was only kidding.”

  Stone shook his head. “That will cost you, baby.” He stepped on the gas to beat the light. They headed toward the seaport and the marina where the boat was.

  Emerson turned in his seat. “There’s something you should know about Stone, sweetie,” Emerson stated.

  “What is that?” she asked.

  “He likes to be in charge all of the time, and he doesn’t like to be tricked.”

  “Really? What does he mean by ‘it will cost me’?” she asked, finding the whole conversation humorous.

  “We’ll get to the rules later.”

  “Rules?”

  “Yeah. Don’t worry. We’ll explain on the boat. There’s a crew handling everything now. As soon as we arrive, we can relax and just enjoy the evening.”

  “A crew? Who the hell is this friend of yours that owns the boat with the crew?”

  Emerson cleared his throat.

  “One of our bosses. But he likes us,” Stone said, and she leaned back and wondered what these two men were up to.

  The moment they arrived, parked the car, and headed toward the largest yacht in the place, she knew that this was going to be a memorable evening.

  She held on to Emerson, hugging his arm as he escorted her down the docks.

  “This is the first yacht I’ve ever seen close up, never mind been on.”

  “Don’t look so scared. You’ll be fine,” he told her, as Stone greeted the crew and they helped Toni board the yacht.

  * * * *

  Stone had informed the crew that they were to call them by their first names and not refer to them as boss or anything. They were also to say that the boat belonged to Jett and Flynn Greyson, their good friends. It was just another little white lie, but hopefully they could share more about themselves sooner than later.

  Stone watched as Emerson opened the bottle of wine, poured the glasses, then handed one to Antoinette.

  “Are you trying to get me tipsy? I don’t even know if I get sea sick,” she stated before taking another look out toward the water. The city skyline would soon disappear along with the setting sun. On their return back, the night would be the backdrop for a hopefully progressive evening that Antoinette would truly enjoy.

  They joined her by the front of the boat, and the perfect view of the Hudson.

  “We’re going to head out a good distance. There’s a sweet spot to view the sunset and watch the city skyline in its silhouette,” Emerson told her.

  “That sounds amazing. This boat is amazing. Your boss must really like the two of you.” She lifted the glass to her lips.

  The boat was heading out, and they enjoyed the cool air and the distance they went until they reached their destination.

  * * * *

  Stone and Emerson weren’t kidding about the perfect spot to see the city skyline. The crew had gathered and prepared dinner, and set up on the top deck, where Stone, Emerson, and Toni could view everything. The boat contained three levels. Each tier had an open view of the water, and its own spectacular contents. The first deck was enclosed completely. The suede and leather furniture combined with artwork on the walls and very exquisite décor. As they gave her a tour, either Stone or Emerson always had a hand at her waist or her lower back. The dress she wore was low cut in the back, and the halter top didn’t leave room for a bra. Each time Stone or Emerson touched her, she felt these tiny waves of awareness and desire travel through her. She was so attracted to them, and her nervousness of what the night may bring had her asking questions and trying to find out more about them. At least now she knew their names, first and last and where they grew up. Neither man had siblings, and Stone was reluctant to give more information about his family. He just stated that his mother died when he was young and that his father was abusive and he survived. She felt terrible for him.

  At one point as Stone explained about his father, and spending a lot of time at Emerson’s parents’ place, she saw the sadness in his eyes. The man was hard and very determined to hide his emotions, but here and there, when she caught him staring at her as he replied to a question, she saw a change in those gorgeous blue eyes.

  As they descended the stairs to the second floor, she saw the large sitting area beyond the open deck plan. There was a hot tub, and what appeared to be couches that lined the sides of the area.

  “This is pretty cool. There’s a button that extends a cover from the top of this floor, so that you can sit in the Jacuzzi no matter the weather, or if the sun is too hot,” Emerson told her as he ran his hands back and forth over the tops of her shoulders. She felt the sensations from his touch collide against her collarbone and go straight to her pussy. They were really turning her on, and she hadn’t quite made it to the top floor yet. The boat moved with ease. She hardly felt much of anything, and the cool night air against her heated skin was a blessing.

  “Take my hand, this last floor can be tricky,” Stone told her. She smiled up at him and allowed him to take her hand and lead her up the stairs. She felt Emerson’s hand glide up and down her calves under her dress as she took each step slowly. She nearly moaned from the sensation as his large hands caressed and slid along her skin. Then they got to the top floor. There was a table with large cushioned benches surrounding it. Above it was the upper deck where the captain of the ship steered the boat. He wasn’t even visible to them. No one was. All she could see was the open water.

  The smell of food attacked her senses as Stone offered her a seat at the table. Emerson opened another bottle of wine. This time a white, and as he poured the glasses, Stone moved along the bench beside her. A moment later, both men flanked either side of her on the very comfortable custom-made seating around the table.

  “I hope you’re hungry. We had the crew prepare a few favorite dishes of ours.” Emerson gently ran his knuckles up and down her arm.

  She swallowed hard. “It smells incredible.”

  Stone undid the first lid and placed it away from them at the end of the table. An assortment of raw clams, shrimp cocktail, and baked oysters lay on the silver tray. There were fresh lemon wedges surrounding the platter, and as Stone reached for them, she looked out to the view.

  “Oh my God, that is stunning,” she whispered, gazing at the city skyline. The scene illuminated softly by the setting sun, nearly took her breath away.

  Stone smiled then kissed her cheek and the skin near her ear. “I thought you might like it,” he said.

  “Shrimp?”

  She turned her head slowly away from Stone and saw Emerson’s blue eyes as well as the shrimp he held between two fingers.

  “Open up,” Stone whispered against h
er neck. And for some crazy reason, every feminine instinct went up in flames, and her body nearly melted with desire. These two men were incredibly sexy, and boy, did she want to open up to them in every way.

  She parted her lips and allowed Emerson to feed her shrimp. Stone took a few bites of some raw clams and then the baked ones. Then Emerson did the same while Stone fed her a raw clam and then another shrimp. They were spoiling her, arousing her senses.

  When they finished, Stone touched her cheek, and she tilted her head up toward him. His lips were inches from her own.

  “You are so beautiful, Antoinette. I want to taste you. I want a lot from you. Do you trust us?” he asked, and suddenly her heart beat a bit faster. She was surprised at the feeling of guilt she felt. She hadn’t been completely honest with them. They didn’t even know her nickname, that all her close friends and family called her.

  She felt Emerson’s hand move under her dress and over her knee. He began caressing her skin, moving slowly higher and higher, and her pussy ached for his attention.

  “I don’t know you well enough to trust you.”

  Stone’s eyes squinted and he almost appeared angry.

  “You can trust us to take care of you, to protect you, and bring you pleasure. Have we done anything you haven’t enjoyed yet?” he asked her. She shook her head and stared at the very serious expression in his eyes. His voice was low and deep, and had the air of dominance and control in it. He seemed different.

  “I want to touch you. I want to bring you pleasure,” Stone whispered then leaned forward and kissed her lips softly before pulling back. Her eyes closed and then slowly opened, finding both men watching her closely.

  “We both want you to feel comfortable with us. We’re willing to take our time, but there are things that really turn us on, and we want to share that with you. Can you trust us to not go too far?” Emerson asked, and then smoothed his hand a little higher up her thigh. Back and forth, she was nearly lost in the stroke of his fingers against her sensitive skin, and then felt the tips touch her panties. A quick intake of breath, and she nearly burst right there. Her nipples hardened, her breathing felt shallow, and she nodded her head, agreeing to what, she didn’t know.

  “Good girl. Remember when I said that there were rules?” Stone asked as he continued to kiss along her neck and collarbone.

  “Yes,” she replied softly, their touch stimulating her senses and nearly sending her into a trance.

  “You must obey us. If you do, then you’ll be rewarded.” Stone took that moment to add a little nip of his teeth against a very sensitive spot on her neck.

  She gasped. “Obey you?” she asked, feeling a twinge of fear and excitement suddenly overcome her.

  “Obey us,” Emerson said as he leaned forward and kissed her lips.

  Antoinette took an unsteady breath, but staring into these two men’s eyes, she knew she wanted them. Anything they asked right now, anything to gain more insight into who they were and what they were made of, encouraged her to give their rules a try.

  “Uncross your legs, and open up for us.”

  Holy fuck! Where the hell did that come from?

  Toni was in shock. But not so much a total outrage and “how dare you ask such a thing” way. No, she was completely sideswiped by their brazenness, and utterly turned on. Emerson tapped her thigh, and she slowly uncrossed her legs. She felt them shaking.

  Both men caressed her thighs.

  “Baby, don’t be scared. I guarantee, you’re going to love following our rules. Listening to our commands and our voices leading you to the next level is guaranteed to make you come like never before. We want you. We want to explore what is going to be ours very soon,” Emerson said, and then she felt his fingers move between her thighs and against her panties.

  He gently stroked her pussy against the thin material. She parted her lips and tried to remain still.

  Emerson brought her wine glass to her lips. “Take a sip. It will help you to relax.”

  A sip? Give me the damn bottle to chug, I’m already about to explode and he hasn’t even inserted anything into me.

  Emerson lowered the glass then cupped her cheek and kissed along the edges of her lips. His large hands held her face and chin in one hand, while his other hand began to play with the knot of her top behind her neck.

  “These are going to have to go. Lift up, baby,” Stone whispered. She did as he said and felt him pull her panties down her thighs. As she lifted higher, using her hands on either side of her for support, Emerson undid her top. She covered her chest and the material, afraid that it may fall.

  “Put your hands on the table in front of you, and keep those thighs parted.” Stone’s deep, hard voice made her instantly react to his commands.

  “Good girl,” Emerson said. She watched him circle the top of the wine glass with his finger then dip it into the wine. He used his other hand to gently part her top, her abundant breasts exposed to his view and Stone’s, just as Stone pressed his fingers to her cunt.

  “Oh.” She moaned and leaned forward, gripping the table, but desperately wanting to cover herself up. They were exposed to the night air, to the open water, and to that gorgeous city skyline. Her body was at their disposal, and she had never done anything like this before in her life.

  “Lean back, relax, and let us explore what’s ours.” Stone licked her earlobe, pulling it between his teeth as he used his fingers to stroke her wet pussy.

  She was never so horny, so needy before. She didn’t know what to do as she tightened and tried to gain an understanding of these out-of-control feelings.

  “You are gorgeous, Antoinette. Your breasts are so lovely.” Emerson cupped one breast, holding it in the palm of his hand, staring at it. “You’re too large for my hands, and I have big hands.”

  His thumb rolled across her nipple and she felt her pussy clench and her nipples harden. “Oh God, this is too much.” She began to lower her hands.

  “Don’t move. Keep your hands on the table, lean back, and spread wider for me,” Stone commanded. She turned her head to look at him. His fingers were thrusting slowly in and out of her pussy, and then he leaned down and licked across her other nipple.

  She moaned and then he pressed a finger to her clit, rubbing it with his thumb as his fingers continued to draw more from her body.

  Emerson pinched her nipple, drawing her attention back to him. He dipped a finger into the wine glass then dripped the white wine along her breast and nipple. He stared at her breast as if he were so absorbed in it, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. She was in awe of their tactics, their ability to draw so much out of her with their commanding tones and touches.

  “So delicious,” Stone said, releasing her breast and nipple. Then Emerson licked across her nipple again, trailing kisses and sucks along her chest and collarbone.

  She pulled her legs together as Stone increased his strokes. She felt her body tighten and she was about to explode.

  “Open those thighs, baby, and don’t you come yet. I’ll tell you when you can come,” Stone commanded as he slowed down the thrusts of his fingers. She felt her thighs quiver as she parted them. She wanted to come. She needed to feel that sensation, that building and building up inside of her.

  They were both driving her wild, and then she felt Emerson’s hand and fingers caressing, stroking her inner thigh. His mouth moved over her breast again, and he lifted her thigh higher over his thigh. She lost her ability to keep her hands on the table.

  “Put your hands above your head, and hold on to the rail behind your neck,” Stone told her.

  She stared at him as she slowly raised her arms up. Her breasts pushed forward, and both men watched her intently.

  “These breasts are mine,” Emerson whispered, then leaned forward and licked across a nipple again.

  “This pussy is mine,” Stone told her as he maneuvered his fingers, added a third digit, and began to pump harder and faster into her cunt. She closed her eyes and
moaned at the overwhelming sensation. Their words, strong thick hands, sensuous mouths, and incredible personalities had her feeling as if she were having an out of body experience right now. She didn’t care that she was half-naked, exposed to their view, or anyone else’s for that matter. She wanted to find relief. She wanted to get lost in what she felt she was on the edge of. That tight, strong, deep sensation warning her that she could snap in two if she continued to allow them to take her there.

  She was so wet. Let me come. Oh God, please I can’t take it.

  “Stone, Emerson, please.” She panted.

  She felt Emerson’s lips against hers. Right before he kissed her deeply, she felt his warm breath, fast and hard against her lips. Stone was thrusting his fingers faster. She opened wider, sunk down lower so his fingers could reach that spot, that was so very close to bringing her to oblivion.

  “Come,” Emerson whispered then covered her mouth.

  Stone whispered, too. “Come.” And she did. She shook and exploded right there against Stone and Emerson. She moaned and convulsed beneath their touches, their lips, and their strokes. They were one. They shared her orgasm and pulled everything she had from deep within her.

  Emerson softly released her lips, as Stone slowly pulled his fingers from her wet, slick cunt. She opened her eyes and both men were there, smiling at her.

  “Gorgeous,” Emerson stated.

  “All ours.” Stone softly kissed her lips.

  Each man then cupped a breast, and stroked their thumbs along her nipples.

  “The night is young, sweet Antoinette,” Stone whispered, then reached toward the table to take a sip of wine while still caressing a breast in his other hand.

  “That it is, Stone. That it is,” Emerson added, holding her breast in his palm, massaging and caressing her skin.