wasn’t until I saw you the first time that I changed my mind. So
you see, Saturday was just like any other day for me, sex and all.”
“But…she—she sounded rather intimate with you out there.”
Cole shook his head. “She and I scratch each other’s itches when
need be. I have never led her on or promised her more than a quick roll
on the bed.”
He lowered his head and kissed her very thoroughly. His tongue
plundered her mouth, stroking and twisting with hers until she could do
nothing else but wrap her arms around his neck and hang on for dear
life. When he pulled away, her mind was even mushier than before. He
reached out and grabbed both her hands, untangling them.
“And third, it is your business who I sleep with. To ease your anxiety,
I would cut off my arm before I would cheat on you.”
Brianna sucked in a sharp breath. She darted a glance at Tyler who
smiled around the spoonful of choco-puffs he’d just shoveled in his
mouth.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t cheat either.”
She squirmed under their scrutiny and tugged on the god-awful skirt
again. Cole could have at least left some panties for her. But no, she
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suspected they wanted full access to her body at all times. Which she
would give, damn her traitorous body.
“Stop pulling at your skirt.” Cole laced his fingers through hers and
led her to a place setting between Tyler’s and his.
“I hate skirts,” she grumbled.
Both men raised a brow.
“Tomboy?” they said together.
Her face heated, giving her away. “Yeah, so?”
They both laughed out loud. “Imagine. Cole Masters tooling around
public with a non-society, nail-biting, no-skirt-wearing tomboy. The
press will have a field day with this one.”
Cole harrumphed. “Let them think what they want. I don’t give a
shit.”
Brianna sat in the chair and let Cole scoot her in. He leaned over her
shoulder, brushed her hair out of the way, and licked her earlobe.
“When you’re sitting, keep your legs spread for us,” he whispered.
Brianna’s stomach plummeted and her pussy flooded with her juices.
If it was possible, her cheeks grew even hotter. She slowly hooked her
ankles around the legs of the chair so her knees were on the front
corners.
Tyler sat on her left, munching the yucky-looking chocolate cereal.
Cole seated himself on her other side. His plate was overflowing with
fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. He was also having
coffee and orange juice. Her mouth watered. She hadn’t eaten for what
seemed like days.
“What would you like, baby? Eggs? Bacon? Or that gross stuff Ty’s
shoving down his throat?”
“Hey, there is nothing wrong with my choice of cereal.” Tyler picked
up the box and flicked the side of it. “See, it says, ‘part of a complete
breakfast’. The only thing that would make this breakfast more complete
would be if I sat Bri on my plate, spread her legs and ate her.”
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He threw his head back and laughed at the horrified expression on
Bri’s face.
“Mmm. She does sound good,” Cole murmured. “But what would go
even better would be for her to suck us off while we ate.”
Bri’s face flushed wildly. Tyler took another bite of cereal while Cole
leaned in to nibble on her ear. “We’ll start those lessons tomorrow,” Cole
whispered. She audibly swallowed.
“For now, here are the rules,” Tyler said, causing her to swing her
head in his direction.
“Rules?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m a grown woman, I don’t think I need rules.”
Tyler snorted. Reality was about to knock her for a loop.
“Like I said, the rules.” He paused while Cole fed her a forkful of eggs.
“You don’t walk out the doors without one of us with you.” Tyler watched
her jaw as she chewed, and his cock hardened remembering the sight of
her mouth wrapped around his hard length. He cleared his throat. Get
through the basics first, moron.
“Reporters
you see, Saturday was just like any other day for me, sex and all.”
“But…she—she sounded rather intimate with you out there.”
Cole shook his head. “She and I scratch each other’s itches when
need be. I have never led her on or promised her more than a quick roll
on the bed.”
He lowered his head and kissed her very thoroughly. His tongue
plundered her mouth, stroking and twisting with hers until she could do
nothing else but wrap her arms around his neck and hang on for dear
life. When he pulled away, her mind was even mushier than before. He
reached out and grabbed both her hands, untangling them.
“And third, it is your business who I sleep with. To ease your anxiety,
I would cut off my arm before I would cheat on you.”
Brianna sucked in a sharp breath. She darted a glance at Tyler who
smiled around the spoonful of choco-puffs he’d just shoveled in his
mouth.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t cheat either.”
She squirmed under their scrutiny and tugged on the god-awful skirt
again. Cole could have at least left some panties for her. But no, she
-75- Annmarie McKenna
suspected they wanted full access to her body at all times. Which she
would give, damn her traitorous body.
“Stop pulling at your skirt.” Cole laced his fingers through hers and
led her to a place setting between Tyler’s and his.
“I hate skirts,” she grumbled.
Both men raised a brow.
“Tomboy?” they said together.
Her face heated, giving her away. “Yeah, so?”
They both laughed out loud. “Imagine. Cole Masters tooling around
public with a non-society, nail-biting, no-skirt-wearing tomboy. The
press will have a field day with this one.”
Cole harrumphed. “Let them think what they want. I don’t give a
shit.”
Brianna sat in the chair and let Cole scoot her in. He leaned over her
shoulder, brushed her hair out of the way, and licked her earlobe.
“When you’re sitting, keep your legs spread for us,” he whispered.
Brianna’s stomach plummeted and her pussy flooded with her juices.
If it was possible, her cheeks grew even hotter. She slowly hooked her
ankles around the legs of the chair so her knees were on the front
corners.
Tyler sat on her left, munching the yucky-looking chocolate cereal.
Cole seated himself on her other side. His plate was overflowing with
fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. He was also having
coffee and orange juice. Her mouth watered. She hadn’t eaten for what
seemed like days.
“What would you like, baby? Eggs? Bacon? Or that gross stuff Ty’s
shoving down his throat?”
“Hey, there is nothing wrong with my choice of cereal.” Tyler picked
up the box and flicked the side of it. “See, it says, ‘part of a complete
breakfast’. The only thing that would make this breakfast more complete
would be if I sat Bri on my plate, spread her legs and ate her.”
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He threw his head back and laughed at the horrified expression on
Bri’s face.
“Mmm. She does sound good,” Cole murmured. “But what would go
even better would be for her to suck us off while we ate.”
Bri’s face flushed wildly. Tyler took another bite of cereal while Cole
leaned in to nibble on her ear. “We’ll start those lessons tomorrow,” Cole
whispered. She audibly swallowed.
“For now, here are the rules,” Tyler said, causing her to swing her
head in his direction.
“Rules?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m a grown woman, I don’t think I need rules.”
Tyler snorted. Reality was about to knock her for a loop.
“Like I said, the rules.” He paused while Cole fed her a forkful of eggs.
“You don’t walk out the doors without one of us with you.” Tyler watched
her jaw as she chewed, and his cock hardened remembering the sight of
her mouth wrapped around his hard length. He cleared his throat. Get
through the basics first, moron.
“Reporters
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