Bought by the Billionaire Brothers 6 (3 page)

“The coroner
confirmed she was about twelve weeks pregnant,” Vince answered, hating how much
it hurt to share that private information with their father. Why couldn’t she
have loved him? He would’ve loved and cared for her — even married
her — everything would’ve been different. If only he’d had the balls
to be something more than the bastard part he’d been playing along with Nolan.
“We fucked up her life. We owe it to her to at least lay her to rest in a nice
place.”

His father
digested the new information and although he didn’t like it, finally caved with
ill humor. “Fine. Who else knows about this?” he asked. “Does Dillon know?”

“Only Nolan.”

“And you tied up
loose ends?”

Vince nodded.
“There’s no record of the fetus.”

“Good.” His father
took a deep breath as he stared into his scotch before saying, “Well, that’s
that. Probably better this way. You’re right. We’ll come out looking like the
generous benefactors, which is far better than being called out as the
villains,” he mused openly as if weighing the pros and cons in his head. Finally,
he nodded in agreement and said, “Good call, son.”

He’d called Vince
son
. The sudden endearment caught Vince
off-guard and for a moment all Vince could do was stare in shock until he
recovered with a slow nod. His father was proud of him for lying and covering
up a potential scandal. How fucked up was that? Vince swallowed the bitterness
choking him and simply nodded; he didn’t trust himself not to say something
that he would regret later. Unlike Dillon, Vince had no wish to become
penniless by choosing off his father. He hated the man, but Vince knew which
side his bread was buttered. His father, wasting no more thought on the matter,
returned to his business and Vince couldn’t wait to get away from him.

Jerked back to the
present, Vince kneeled before the polished granite headstone and wished he’d
brought flowers but he hadn’t exactly planned to visit.

“You deserved
better,” he murmured, tracing her name with the pad of his finger. A likeness
of her beautiful face smiled back at him and sudden tears rushed his eyes. He
swore and wiped at his eyes. It was a long moment before the tightness in his
throat eased enough to speak. “I should’ve told you then…I didn’t have the
balls…but I loved you, Isabel Walker. I’d give anything to take it all back. I
should’ve been the one you could turn to but I fucked it up. I was too much of
a coward to stand up for what was right.” Tears trickled down his cheek. Life
was such a bitch. All the money in the world wouldn’t bring Isabel back. Maybe
that was why nothing truly satisfied him for long. Until Penny came along, his
sexual appetite for variety had been voracious. One girl after another, an
endless stream of women more than willing to hop on his cock for the chance to
snag his attention for longer than a night or two, and he was able to lose
himself for a short time. But the harsh light of morning was a brutal reminder
that he couldn’t run from the person he saw in the mirror everyday.
How maudlin
. He’d become a morose,
self-pitying prick and he could barely stand his own company most times.
Fucking fabulous
. Vince wiped at his
eyes and allowed his gaze to roam the scenic solitude of what the best money
could buy —marble headstones, manicured lawns without a single dried and
dead patch that betrayed poor maintenance, and tranquility fit for monks deep
in prayer — and he felt mocked by the stately elegance. “I screwed
up again, Isabel,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “And I don’t know
what to do anymore. She’s not you but I think I could love her.” Penny was beautiful
and strong, yet fragile at the same time. He admired her spunk and he loved
fucking her. But…he knew that she loved Dillon. And as much as he’d enjoy
spending more time with Penny to see where their relationship could go, he knew
that he couldn’t cross that line again. Human hearts, he’d learned the hard
way, were far more delicate than he’d ever realized. Dillon used to be a
self-entitled asshole who’d been as bad as any Buchanan, but if there was a
chance for Penny to find happiness with the black sheep of the family, maybe he
ought to help her achieve it.

However, if Dillon
was too stupid to realize what a gift he had…Vince wouldn’t make the same
mistake twice — he was going to make a serious play for Penny’s
heart.

And this time…he
was going to do things right.

Dillon watched
with an indolent yet narrowed stare as the two women who’d accompanied him to
his hotel room dropped their scant clothing and stepped from their puddled designer
sheaths wearing nothing but their toned skin and wicked stilettos.

Gigi
— was that her name? — smiled at her friend, Stacy
— and bent down to suck Stacy’s pert, pebbled nipple into her mouth for
a long, teasing suck. A half-smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he enjoyed
the show, his cock stirring to life with promise. He refused to allow his brain
to think of anything but the moment at hand. He had no reason to think at all.
He planned to get fucked — and Gigi and her hot friend were going to
help facilitate his plan. Dillon settled in to enjoy the show as Gigi knelt
before Stacy and buried her face into the bare folds, nuzzling the flesh before
slipping her tongue between the slit, playing with the tiny clit jewel that
winked in the soft light. Dillon had a nice view of Gigi’s heart-shaped ass as
she pleasured her friend and as he freed his cock from his trousers, he palmed
the length slowly as the two women got the party started. Gigi glanced over her
bare shoulder to ask coyly, “Do you like what you see?”

“If I didn’t you
wouldn’t still be here. Less talk, more action,” he instructed with a narrowed
gaze. He didn’t want chit-chat and he didn’t want to get to know them beyond
the superficial satisfying of physical need. Stacy moaned and clutched at
Gigi’s head, her breathing becoming harsh and gasping as her face flushed with
pleasure. Dillon enjoyed watching a woman cum — nothing aroused him
faster than a woman losing control of herself as her body clenched and released
— but as he watched the two women together and heard Stacy’s cries,
he felt little more than a mild flush of arousal, which not only frustrated him
but angered him as well. He wasn’t naïve. He knew why he wasn’t fully hard when
by all rights he ought to be busting out of his skin — and her name
was Penny.

Nothing about
Penny had been tawdry, unlike the XXX show he was getting three feet from his
nose. Penny’s cries of passion had been gasoline to his flame, igniting a
firestorm that swept them both away until they were rasping for breath and
clinging to one another in amazement. He squeezed his eyes shut, determined to
shake her from his mind, gesturing for the women to join him. They fluttered
around him, kneeling before him, cooing and twittering about how lovely and big
his cock was and it was all he could do not to get up and walk away.
You will get over her!
He felt soft lips
wrap around his cock, while a wet tongue slid along his shaft and clever
fingers sought out his ass. He scooted down a little further in the chair to
allow better access and concentrated on how amazing it felt to have his ass
fingered by someone who was skilled in pleasuring a man in a myriad of
different ways. If he asked Penny to stick her finger up his ass, she’d
probably shriek in embarrassment, he thought with a faint smile. And even that
would be hot because it would be Penny. She had this sexy, sweet and vulnerable
quality about her that rocked his world and when she found her release with
him, he nearly embarrassed himself by cumming almost immediately afterward
because he’d lost the ability to remain detached and controlled. God, it’d been
amazing. Nothing like what he was getting right now, which felt wrong and dirty
— and not in a good way.

His lids flipped
open almost desperately as he sought a way to kickstart his arousal but as Gigi
rose to plant her lips on his, he shifted his head, unable to stomach the idea
of allowing her dirty mouth to graze his. He’d never been a huge fan of kissing
— until Penny. God, he could kiss her senseless.

“What’s wrong?”
Gigi asked softly, her breath smelling of Stacy’s musk. “I thought you wanted
to have a good time.” She nuzzled his neck. “If you want to fuck me in the ass,
you can. I love a fat cock in my ass; it’s my favorite way to get fucked.”

“Aren’t you afraid
my
fat cock
will rip your ass wide
open?” he asked with faint mocking, which she completely missed as she
practically purred in answer.

“Baby, I can take
whatever you want to dish out. It’s not my first rodeo,” she said, giggling as
she added in a conspiratorial whisper, “But if you want a really tight hole,
Stacy has never been fucked in the ass and she’s dying to try it.”

He looked to the
peroxide blond and raised a brow. “Is that true? Never had a cock in your ass?”
At her practiced shy shake of her head, he resisted the urge to call her bluff.
He was willing to bet a small fortune these two women played men all the time
with this routine. However, he was more amused than outraged by their play and
went along to see where they were going with it. “I like virgin asses…what’s it
going to take to allow me to fuck you in your virgin ass?” he asked
conversationally, as if he weren’t lying half-reclined with his cock jutting
out and two naked whores plying their wares in his over-priced penthouse suite.

“Well, for you…I’d
let you have it for an extra five thousand,” Stacy said, almost demurely, which
almost caused him to laugh out loud. It seemed ludicrous to him for someone to
try and play the innocent card when they were quite expertly manipulating his
prostate with their clever little fingers. There was a reason Gigi and Stacy
drove up in a Mercedes — they were good at their jobs. He had no
doubt that both Gigi and Stacy (likely not even their real names) had been
fucked in every which way possible, so many times in fact, it would be a
miracle if his cock didn’t flop around uselessly like a hot dog thrown down a
hallway. At that he burst out laughing, causing both women to stare and frown
at his outburst.

“What’s so funny?”
Stacy asked, dropping her demure act and quickly withdrawing her fingers from
his ass. She shared a look with Gigi and both seemed to know that he’d
completely lost interest. Even his cock, which never discriminated, had
deflated to its flaccid state, lolling to the side as if suddenly exhausted.
“You still have to pay us,” Stacy said, rising in irritation. “It’s not our
fault that you couldn’t get it up long enough to get the job done.”

What could he say?
He knew it wouldn’t matter how many times they sucked his cock or stuck their
tongue up his ass, he simply wasn’t going to rise to the occasion and it was
downright embarrassing as fuck but for some reason, he was relieved. Dillon
chuckled as he grabbed his pants and pulled a wad of cash free, tossing it to
Stacy in a dismissive gesture. “I’m sure that’s plenty for your trouble,” he
said. “Now get out.”

“Gladly,” Gigi
muttered, scooping up her clothes and jerking them on. “C’mon Stacy.”

The two women left
and Dillon heaved a sigh of consternation. He was losing his mind. And his
mojo. Somehow that didn’t seem quite fair.

Please God…there
had to be someway to get her out of his head.

And heart.

Otherwise, he
might have to become a monk.

“And what do I owe
this surprise?” Dillon asked in a bored drawl as Nolan and Vince entered his
office with steadfast resolve in their identical faces. “I wasn’t expecting a
meeting with you until sometime next week but if you’re in a hurry to discuss
terms…”

“Cut the crap,
Dillon,” Vince interrupted with a curt gesture as he helped himself to his
brandy while Nolan took a seat opposite Dillon. “We need to talk about Penny.”

At the mention of
her name, Dillon immediately shut down. “Not interested in talking about your
little pet. I’ve since lost interest in that particular topic.”

“You’re lying,”
Nolan said quietly. Dillon shot him a dark look but Nolan didn’t back down. “You
may think you’re the king of deception but we’ve long ago discovered your
tells. You have to remember, little brothers idolize their big brothers and we
were no different. At one time, we wanted to be just like you.” Dillon had no
response for that, choosing to regard his brothers silently.
 
Truthfully, a part of him was curious
about what his brothers had to say. Had Penny mentioned that he’d seen her at
the park? Vince joined his brother in the opposite chair, a hard look in his
eyes. “We want to know what your intentions are regarding Penny.”

“I would’ve
thought my intentions were clear enough,” Dillon said coolly. “I wanted her, I
took her. Simple and eloquent don’t you think? Besides, she was a means to an
end and she worked quite perfectly. For that, I’m very grateful.”

“You’re such a
liar. You care for her.”

“You presume too
much,” Dillon retorted, shifting in his chair. “But for the sake of argument
what makes you think that I care for the girl?”

“Because Penny is
the kind of girl who gets under your skin and doesn’t let go until you can’t
possibly imagine life without her,” Vince said, startling Dillon with his
revelation. Dillon regarded his brother with renewed interest. He leaned
forward and Vince stared him down. “So, what are your intentions with Penny?”

“I think the
bigger question is what are your intentions? Are you suddenly growing a heart,
little brother?” Nolan made a sound of irritation and Vince looked ready to
jump from his chair and plant his fist in Dillon’s mug. “It’s a fair question
wouldn’t you say? I’ve never known you to be afflicted with any sort of deep
affection for anyone but yourself so I’m curious as to what’s truly happening
here. If I recall, you’re all about the chase. As far as I can tell, the chase
for Penny is over. She’s your willing pet. It amuses me that you care that I’ve
fucked her when that hadn’t seemed to matter in the past,” Dillon said, his
tone taking on a bitter edge.