Destined for Two (21 page)

She swallowed again and his eyes closed on a groan. His hips jerked and hot cum squirted down her throat.

“Oh, damn,” Jorel groaned as she licked her tongue along his shaft, making sure to get every drop that spewed forth.

“That’s it,” Keenas encouraged. “Lick it all, sweet.” She did hungrily, even using her finger to capture a drop that had hit her chin.

“Keenas,” she whispered, her body a throbbing, pulsing wad of lust. “Fuck me now, please.”

Moving her to her back on the blanket, Jorel settled behind her, her shoulders on his knees, and helped to hold her legs wide. Keenas moved between her splayed thighs, guiding his thick shaft toward her weeping pussy. The first thrust took her breath as he shoved

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forward, stretching her walls wide. He pulled back, then thrust forward again, this time burying himself balls-deep.

Her legs were so wide, his pelvis hit her clit with every forward motion of his massive cock. Over and over, he pounded into her with slow, steady thrusts, letting her feel every inch of his cock as he slid in and out.

“She feels so fucking good,” Keenas groaned as he pulled out, and then gently circled her clit with the tip of his cock.

Her hips jerked, seeking a more firm touch against that inflamed nub. She moaned, whimpered, begged him to let her come, to finally put her out of her mindless misery.

“Please, Keenas,” she groaned. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Make me come.” Leaning over her shoulder, Jorel licked at her nipples. She cried out, her fingers clenching at the blanket, and then screamed when Keenas slid into her balls-deep with one deliciously long thrust. Stars shattered behind her eyes as he fucked her hard and deep, grinding against her clit over and over.

“Oh, God, yes,” she screamed as her release screamed through her, making her spasm from head to toe.

Keenas pounded harder, knocking her against Jorel and hitting her womb as he filled her pussy with his burning cum, his own release making him shout toward the sky.

“So pretty,” Jorel whispered against her lips.

What he said barely registered. She was a rag doll, limp, ragged, and totally spent. The two of them were amazing.

“I don’t think I could walk if my life depended on it,” she sighed, relaxing against Jorel’s chest. Every inch of her was slick with sweat and her skin was sticky. Raising her hand, she brushed her hair from her face and cringed at the sweaty dampness she felt beneath her touch. “I need a bath.”

“We have a lake,” Keenas said with a quick peck to her lower lip.

“You’ll have to carry me.”

“Lazy,” he teased.

“No. Just fucked senseless.”

Jorel chuckled. “If you think that was great, wait until later. I think you’re ready for both of us.”

She tensed, suddenly nervous about taking them both at once. They were so huge, she wasn’t all that sure she’d be able to.

“Don’t worry,” Keenas said as he stood, then bent to lift her in his arms. “We won’t do anything that will hurt you. I promise.”

“You’ll stop if I ask you to?” she asked hesitantly.

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She nodded and traced his lips with her finger. Glancing over his shoulder, she watched Jorel follow them. Part of her worried that she might show one more attention than the other and hurt their feelings. She loved them both the same. Neither meant more to her than the other.

Over Keenas’s shoulder, she held her hand out to Jorel. He took it in his, his lips spreading into a sweet smile, his gaze so full of love it made her heart burst. She wasn’t sure how it had happened, or even when, but she had fallen head over heels in love.

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Keenas and Jorel strolled down the garden paths of Sidious’s home, Rhianna between them, a hand wrapped around each of their elbows. The setting sun cast a golden glow over her auburn ringlet curls and her almond-shaped, ice blue eyes sparkled with happiness and life. They were finally seeing Rhianna the way she truly was -- friendly, full of life and spunk. Her personality made them love her all the more. They couldn’t be happier with how their wife had turned out.

“I think we should build a vacation home here,” she said, with a nod of her head.

“A vacation home?” Keenas asked in surprise. “We already have more than we ever use and you want another one?”

“We would use this one. We have family here.”

Keenas chuckled, then smiled over her head toward his brother, who shrugged. “Real estate is an investment. Can’t have enough of those.”

“So is this how it’s going to be? Rhianna says she wants it and she gets it?” Keenas asked with a wink.

“Of course,” Rhianna replied. “When I’m happy, then everyone is happy.”

“Are you happy, Rhianna?” Jorel asked and Keenas tensed, waiting to hear her answer.

“I am now,” she said, then smiled at both of them. “When you first took me, I couldn’t imagine ever caring for you or being your wife. Now…I can’t imagine not being your wife.” Keenas put his hand over hers at his elbow. “So we’re not the Neanderthals you originally thought we were?”

“Are you fishing for a compliment?” she asked, staring at him from the corner of her eye.

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He came to a stop and spread his arms out with a shrug. “Hey. I’m just like any other guy. I need attention and love. I need my woman to say what a god I am.” Jorel snorted and Rhianna laughed. Her tingling laughter wrapped itself around his heart and clung tight. He loved to hear her laugh, to see her smile. “Are you laughing?” he said, fisting his hands at his hips. “You’re laughing at me? Your husband.”

“No,” Rhianna said, shaking her head in mock seriousness. “I’m not laughing at you.

I’m laughing with you.”

“I’m not laughing,” Keenas said, his lips twitching. Jorel stood behind Rhianna, his hand over his mouth to cover the grin.

“You’re about to,” she said with a grin.

Giving in, Keenas let his laughter go and reached out to grab her hand, tugging her into his arms. While still laughing, he covered her lips with hers. But the second her tongue slipped past his lips to tangle with his, all humor died. She tasted of raspberries and cream, smelled of flowers and sweet honey.

His arms tightened around her waist and the kiss deepened, became something more than just playful. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hard little nipples brushed against his chest through the material of his shirt. She felt so perfect in his arms and seeing her in Jorel’s only fueled the fire to have her.

There was no jealousy, no regrets. Seeing her with Jorel earlier felt right. As right as she felt in his arms right now.

“I love you,” he whispered into her mouth and her lips spread into a smile against his.

“I love you,” she whispered back.

“What about me?” Jorel murmured in her ear as his hands splayed at her waist.

“I love you, too,” Keenas teased.

Jorel kicked his shin, making Rhianna giggle. “I was talking to Rhianna, fool.” Rhianna waved them both away. “All right, all right.” Turning, she stepped toward Jorel and cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” she murmured, then slanted her lips across his.

“I know you do, baby,” Jorel said with a smile and brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “And I love you. But I have to aggravate my brother. It’s my birthright as the younger twin.”

Keenas rolled his eyes and turned to head toward the house. “I’m hungry. Are you coming or am I eating alone?”

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Rhia took hold of Jorel’s hand and followed Keenas back toward the house. The garden was so pretty at sunset. Night-blooming flowers were just opening up, their fragrance filling the air. A cool breeze blew off the lake, riffling the colorful foliage all around them. The 143

pebbles crunched beneath their feet as they strolled along. Mikayla had done a wonderful job recreating an Earth-style English garden right here on Daego. It was heaven, and Rhia had already come up with some ideas of her own for the castle garden on Argonia.

As they strolled up the stone veranda steps, her gaze wandered down Keenas’s strong back and firm ass. God, he looked good enough to eat and her flesh warmed at the image of his cock buried inside her mouth. He was such an intense man -- so sexual. Like a tiger on the prowl, and it made her heart skip wildly whenever he looked at her with that predatory gleam in his eyes.

Devlin had said he thought he and Keenas were a lot alike and now that she’d gotten to know him, she agreed. Keenas was arrogant, strong, loyal, but underneath all that gruff exterior was a very tender man. A man who loved to laugh and tease. A man who wasn’t afraid to show emotion and express his love. It had become obvious to her that when he loved, he loved with his whole heart. Just like her brother. She believed that’s why he’d taken Skylar’s death as hard as he had. Why he’d refused to let anyone else get that close.

Shaking her head, she decided that next on her list of things to do would be to find her brother someone to love. Someone who would see the man inside, just like Skylar had. But that would come later. Right now, she had one more night left with her husbands before they left to return to Argonia. Then her new life would start. Her new life as queen and wife, and hopefully one day, mother.

The three of them walked into the dining room and she gasped at how beautiful everything looked. Food covered the table, along with wine and flickering candles. More candles covered the side tables and cast their glow over the mahogany-paneled walls. A fire burned in the fireplace, its flames adding their flicker of red and gold around the room. The whole scene screamed romance.

“Wow,” she sighed, her hand over her chest.

“I think Ben and Marta outdid themselves,” Jorel said as his gaze took in the room.

Keenas gazed around as well, his lips spreading into a satisfied smile. “No. They did just what I told them to do.”

“What?” Rhia’s eyes widened in surprise. “You told them to do this?”

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “I wanted our last night here to be special.”

“I think I should add romantic to your list of attributes.”

“List?” Jorel asked, his brow arching in amusement. “You keep a list?” She shrugged slightly and took a seat at the table. “Sort of.” Normally, this room could hold twenty easy, but they’d taken the leaves out of the table so it only seated four, and moved it before the fireplace. She glanced up and noticed Keenas and Jorel both frowning slightly.

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She opened her napkin and placed it over her lap. Reaching out, she grasped the wine bottle and poured some in each glass.

“We never needed to. We already knew who our wife would be. The others were just…” Keenas stopped and she raised an eyebrow.

“The others were just for sex?”

“We were trained to please you as a team, Rhianna,” Jorel finished as he took the seat on her left, leaving the one on her right for Keenas. “So yes, they were practice sex,” he added with a grin.

“I see,” she said, fighting her own grin. To be honest, it didn’t bother her. Lifting her glass, she took a sip of the warm, spicy wine.

“And if things had gone the way they were supposed to, you would have been trained as well.”

She choked on her wine. Coughing, she raised her napkin to cover her mouth. “What?” she gasped in surprise.

Keenas sat and took a sip of his wine. “Go ahead, Jorel. You brought it up. Explain how she would have been trained.”

“Yes, please,” Rhia said, her curiosity piqued.

“One year before we would have been joined, you would have been trained to give blowjobs and your ass would have been prepped, stretched. But your virginity would have remained intact.”

She sat there, stunned. “You mean another man would have taken me in the ass?”

“No,” Jorel said with a shake of his head. “They would have used artificial cocks of varying sizes to stretch you slowly. There are men who are trained to do such things.” She gaped at him in shock that they actually did that. Hired men to train them? “You can’t be serious.”

“That’s the way ménage marriages are done within the monarchy, sweet.”

“Are there very many of them?” she asked, taking the plate of venison Jorel passed to her.

“Actually, quite a few. There’s one planet beyond the outer rim where all their marriages are ménage. Most of them are two men and one woman, but there are a few that are two women.”

Rhia snorted. “That’s probably one worn-out man.” Keenas chuckled. “I don’t know. The idea of you with another woman is pretty arousing.”

“Yeah, well. That’s something that will remain just that. An idea.”

“You would never kiss another woman?” Jorel asked.

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She picked up her glass of wine and twirled the contents, watching the red liquid swirl and reflect the light. “I already have.”

Keenas coughed, choking on the sip of wine he’d just taken. Jorel stared, his eyes glowing with growing desire. “I beg your pardon,” Jorel said.

Setting his glass on the table, Keenas waved his hand, encouraging her to continue.

“Details, sweet.”

“Not on your life,” she said and reached for a bowl of vegetables. “If I told you the details, you’d be all over me. You can’t help it. You’re men, and when men hear about women kissing it sends them into fits of lust.”

“She has a point there,” Jorel said with a chuckle and Keenas nodded in agreement.

“But at least tell us if you liked it.”

She shrugged, stealing a bite of salad from her plate. “It’s overrated, I think. Either that or she just wasn’t that great a kisser.”

“Maybe you should kiss a few more, see if you find one that can kiss,” Keenas offered with a leer.

Rhia raised an eyebrow. “Maybe we should change the subject.”

“Fair enough,” Keenas replied with a laugh. “Besides, I’m not sure I could handle any more like you anyway.”

“Good,” she said with a nod, reaching for the small cup of soup to her right. “That means I’m doing my job.”

“And what is that job, driving us insane with lust?” Jorel teased.

His finger traced the edge of her arm, sending goose bumps down her back.

“Do I drive you insane with lust, Jorel?”

“Every damn minute of the day,” he growled, making her giggle.

He sat upright so he could eat his dinner, sending her a wink as he took a bite of his venison. Keenas watched them with a slight smile, his posture relaxed, his eyes bright and sparkling. She’d had so much fun the last couple of days. Whether they were having sex or just talking, she enjoyed herself. In some ways, she regretted they had to go back to Argonia.

“When do we leave tomorrow?” she asked, using her fork to move her food around her plate.

“Not too early, but I’d like to get back before it’s dark on Argonia,” Keenas said. “We have a planet to run and you have a wedding to plan.” She frowned. “A wedding? I thought we were already married.”

“We are,” Jorel said, reaching for a roll. “But Devlin insisted there be one.”

“He thought I would want one,” she said with a sideways grin. “And I do. I think a wedding would be nice.”

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“You don’t want to help plan?”

“No,” Keenas said with a shake of his head.

Rhia tried to hide her grin behind her glass. He looked so cute -- his face contorted into a repulsed scowl. Jorel had the same horrified look on his face. Taking a sip of her wine, she took a moment to enjoy the spicy taste. It was so different than what she was used to. She was sure it had come from Sidious’s cellar and Sidious only bought the best, which meant it either came from Earth or Vondigas.

Because she was already on her second glass, the alcohol in the wine had begun to warm her blood. She felt relaxed and slightly light-headed, so she set her glass on the table.

Keenas started to refill it, but she put her hand over the rim and shook her head. “I don’t want to be drunk later. If tonight is when I try to take both of you, I want to remember it.”

“Oh, you’ll remember it, sweet,” he purred and she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, pretending to be disgusted.

“Roll those eyes now. Later they’ll be rolling from pleasure.” Rhia laughed, and then tossed her napkin at him. “Have you always been this arrogant?”

“Yes,” Jorel said, then stuffed a spoonful of soup in his mouth, grinning around it.

“Eat your soup and shut up, Jorel,” Keenas said.

Jorel swallowed and then put his elbow on the table, pointing toward his brother. “Do you see how bossy he is? ‘Shut up, Jorel.’ That’s the best comeback he can think of? That’s sad, Keenas.” Keenas opened his mouth to say something, but Jorel held up his hand, stopping him. “Yeah, I know. Shut up, Jorel.”

Rhia covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide the laughter that made her chest shake, but it didn’t work. She snorted around her hand as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Both men turned to look at her, startled.

“Did you just snort?” Jorel asked as he leaned forward to study her.

She shook her head just as another snort escaped. Keenas burst out laughing, his hand slamming down on the table and rattling the crystal glasses. “I love it, that’s adorable,” he said, laughter still shaking his entire body. “Can you imagine some of those court wallflowers doing that?”

“Are you kidding?” Jorel snickered. “They don’t know how to crack a smile, much less laugh.”

Rhia took a deep breath, getting herself more under control. “Are all the women of Argonia that stiff?”

“A lot of them are, I’m afraid. That’s what makes you such a breath of fresh air,” Jorel said as he leaned forward and wiped at her tears with a napkin.

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How hard would it be to make friends with some of these women? Would they all shun her because she wasn’t as proper or stiff? She’d never been insecure, but she’d also never been a queen.

“Hey.” Jorel gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “They’ll love you, Rhianna.” She nodded, her lips lifting into a hesitant smile. She didn’t agree with him, but she wouldn’t argue. Not tonight. She would cross the bridge of fitting in when she returned.

“What will happen when we get back?” she asked, returning her attention to her plate.

“Well, Keenas and I will resume our duties. We’ll hire someone to help you adjust.”

“Who?” she asked.

Keenas shrugged, shooting a questioning glance toward Jorel. “Liza? She is Rhianna’s cousin. And equal to her in title.”

“What is her title?” Rhia asked.

“It was princess. When your father died, his cousin took his place, which made Liza a princess. Before that, she was a baroness.”

Rhia shook her head firmly. “Then she should remain a princess, I think. She shouldn’t be made to back step just because I showed up.”

“I’m okay with that, but it’s not up to us. That’s up to Phelisine.”

“Would I have any say?” she asked, curious as to just how much power she had.

“To be honest, I’m not sure. All that was to have been worked out with your father.

Normally, yes. But since your parents are both dead, everything is now up to Morganic. So we’ll have to see,” Keenas replied.

“So I could possibly just be a token head. Not have any say or control at all. Wasn’t any of this spelled out in the treaty?”

“Some, yes,” Jorel offered. “But most of the treaty deals with the two planets. Very little deals with you beyond our marriage and your dowry.” She sat up straighter, shocked. No one had mentioned an inheritance, and to be honest, she hadn’t really thought of it either. “My what?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Keenas said. “You don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” she said in exasperation.

“You’re quite wealthy, little one.”

“You mean beyond what I have from Devlin?” she asked.

“You have a dowry from Devlin?” Keenas looked just as surprised as she felt.

“Not a dowry. The money was in trust until I turned twenty-two. I never spent any of it, just continued to invest. It’s tripled in value now, I think.”

“Hmmm,” Jorel said, then took a bite of his venison.

“Hello,” Rhia snapped. “Dowry?”

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Keenas chuckled, and then answered for Jorel. “Your parents left you a fortune. It has been kept in trust all this time.”

“Who was in charge of it?” she asked.

“Me,” Jorel said with a grin.

Her frown deepened. “You? Why you?”