Royally Claimed (The Triple Crown Club #2)

But this was crazy, right? I’d never in a million years thought of—

Well, no, that was a lie. I mean, of course I’d at one point or another had the fantasy of two men wanting me and sharing me — what girl hasn’t? But that’s all it’d ever been, a fantasy. A dark, wicked thought in the back of my mind that only came out at my wildest, and again, only in fantasy.

But here it was, in front of me. Here on this dark beach with two men oozing sex and danger, it was right there for taking.

Just how much rebound vacation sex was I looking for?

“I’m… I’m not sure,” I said noncommittally.

“I am,” Foster growled, moving against my leg. “I’m pretty sure you want to show us. Maybe we could bring this party there.”

“You’re very forward,” I husked out, my eyes locked on his.

“We’re forward guys.”

“I can see that.”

Zane leaned in, and I gasped as his lips almost brushed my ear. “How’s this for forward, darlin? How about, we want to take you back to your overpriced cabana, tear that dress that daddy probably bought off of you, and take our time with every inch of that sweet body?”

Time froze for a second.

“No one bought this for me,” I whispered.

“It’s still going to get torn the fuck off.”

Foster’s lips brushed my other ear. “And then we’re going to use the pieces to tie you to your big king-sized, plush bed. Then me and Zane here? We’re going to cut those fucking lacy, expensive as fuck panties you’re probably wearing off and were going to put our mouths over every single inch of you.”

Zane’s hand dropped to my bare thigh, his strong fingers teasing over my skin and making my heart leap into my throat. “And then we’re going to take turns fucking you.”

Holy. Fuck.

“Too forward?” Foster grinned into my neck.

My face was bright red, my breath coming in shallow gasps as every inch of my skin burned and tingled.

“No,” I whispered, my eyes darting between the two of them.

I was freaking out. And incredibly turned on. And wanting this more than anything.

“You want to say yes to this,” Zane growled into my ear, his bare chest pressing into my arm.

I swallowed.

“You have it all over your face, darlin. You want to say yes to this.”

“Why don’t you let yourself go?” Foster growled.

Slowly, I nodded.

“My cabana is that way.”

What am I doing?

The men grinned as they helped me down from the table, each of them taking one of my hands. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”





Chapter 6





My pounded the whole way back to my cabana. I mean, fantasy was one thing, but was I seriously about to invite two strange, gorgeous men into my bed?

At the same time?

There was something so dirty, and so slutty and wild about it that had my skin tingle as we walked barefoot over the sand towards my room. I walked up the stairs to the door ahead of them, turning the knob and shivering at the feel of two sets of eyes trailing over my body from behind.

This was it. This was the “now or never”, “do or do not” moment. This was my last chance to turn and tell them that I was sorry but this was beyond my comfort zone.

Except I wasn’t sure if it actually was.

I stepped into the room.

“So, should we get that drink—”

I gasped as my words were cut off by Foster’s lips on mine. His kiss was hard and demanding, his hands pulling me close as I melted into him. I moaned into his lips, letting him pull me against him and opening my mouth for his tongue.

He pulled back, leaving me gasping and panting, our eyes wild as we stared at each other.

And then suddenly, Zane stepped forward, brought his hand up to cup my jaw, and pulled me into a second kiss. I moaned as I molded my body to his, hands grazing those perfect arms as he hungrily drank the kiss from my lips. I felt Foster move behind me, his hands on my hips and his lips brushing my neck. I whimpered, feeling the two big, dominant men sandwich me between them.

Foster pulled my face around, claiming my mouth as it left his friend’s. I moaned, feeling two huge bulges at the front of their shorts throbbing against me from both sides.

I gasped into Foster’s mouth as I felt Zane’s hands move up over my belly, his finger hooking into my tank top and slowly pulling it up. I gasped as he peeled it up to just under my breasts, his fingers brushing my skin before skimming it off. He groaned. I’d gone braless, and I whimpered into Foster’s mouth as Zane’s hands came up to my bare breasts. Fingers teased over my nipples, making them stand out at attention. The feel of his lips on my breasts, his tongue swirling over one pink nipple had me sagging against his friends, moaning into his kiss.

Foster’s hands slid down my hips, pulling at my sarong skirt before suddenly yanking it undone. It dropped to my feet, leaving me standing there pressed between two gorgeous men in just my panties. His hands moved over the front of them, a finger delving between my legs to rub at the growing wet spot at the front. I moaned as he rubbed my pussy, his friend lapping at my nipples and toying with my breasts.

The men moved harder against me, hands and lips getting more demanding, and rougher. I gasped, losing myself in the craziness of it all and the filthy fantasy I was actually about to experience.

We moved, like one, over to the large king-sized bed in the middle of the cabana. I moaned as they pulled me onto the bed, laying me down and kneeling on either side of me. Zane leaned in and kissed me again, fiercely and hungrily, his hands tangling in my hair, and I felt Foster move lower between my lips.

Suddenly, I gasped at the feel of cold steel against my leg. I jerked away from Zane to see Foster with the knife from earlier in his hands as he grinned hungrily at my panty-covered pussy.

“Fuck,” he growled, groaning and reaching down to stroke the thick bulge in his shorts. “Guess I was right about them being lacy and expensive.” He glanced up at me. “Time to do what I told you I was gonna do, rich girl.”

“I’m not—”

I gasped as he slipped the knife under the edge of my panties and sliced up, shredding them off of me in one clean cut.

Fuck I wanted this. I wanted everything they wanted to give me, and I wanted to lose myself in this.

“Ever been with two?” Zane growled into my ear, his hands moving to my breasts again.

I shook my head. “I— no.”

“Get ready, sweetheart.”

I shivered.

The men pulled back from me, slipping off the bed as they began to pull their shorts down. My eyes went wide.

Holy shit.

They’d looked big with shorts on — without, they were downright huge. Two big, thick cocks jutted out from muscled, rippling abs as they climbed back onto the bed.

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