Chapter Eight
Hayden Philips had no idea what to expect when he was informed his fiancée had finally arrived. He didn’t care either way what she looked like, who she was, where she came from. This was just a ploy to get his goddamn nosy family off his back.
With his thirty-second birthday eight days away, his parents had started to panic. According to his grandfather’s will, his trust fund would only be passed onto him if he were married before he turned thirty-two.
He didn’t give a fuck about the money. He was a multibillionaire and worth a thousand times more than what was in his trust fund, so he didn’t need that money. But according to his family, it was about the principle of the matter. His trust fund was a Philips family legacy, and it had to be passed down to him just as it had been passed down generations and generations before him.
For his overall peace of mind and to completely avoid his mother and sisters from shoving brides-to-be down his throat, he told them he was already engaged. And once they met his fiancée they had to back off and leave him alone. They agreed.
Usually nothing fazed him. He had a poker face that was only rivaled by maybe Ledger Mayfield and Kade Howard, two men he respected like business partners and loved like blood brothers. They’d grown up together, since birth. Their parents were close friends but the bond they’d formed throughout their whole lives was unbreakable, impenetrable, and unconditional.
But for the first time in his life, as he walked into the foyer of his parents’ house to meet his fiancée for the first time ever, considering they’d been secretly engaged for six months already, he’d been caught off guard so badly, he blanked out.
And it had been done by a five-foot three stunning beauty, whose eyes were like liquid honey, fringed with the thickest silkiest lashes. Her lips were full, and she didn’t even know it but there was a permanent lusciousness to them that made his cock quiver with the need to slide his thickness between them and anoint her tongue with his pre-cum, something only she could so effortlessly draw from him these days.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What was she doing here? And dressed like that. Fuck. She had curves for days, and smelled so fucking delicious he wanted to lick and suck every inch of her body until her taste was all he would taste.
Blood sped to his cock, forcing him to use every ounce of his will power not to fucking tear through his suit pants. What the hell?
He’d been perfectly fine until ten days ago, when McKenna Riley had descended into their boardroom, a mixture of innocence and downright sex siren and she didn’t even know it. She was nothing like anyone they knew before, which made sense because no one else had ever obliterated their senses and destroyed their control the way she had and she came with a thick colorful binder, and every color of marker there was out there.
Since then he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think about another woman, his cock had fucking died and only revived itself in her company which explained why they all avoided her whenever they could. She didn’t only turn his life upside down. She’d done the same to Ledger and Kade. In one second flat.
They never thought the day would happen when they were all three attracted to the same woman, although attracted was putting it mildly. They wanted to own her, every single part of her. Every orgasm she was worth, every breath she took. The thing was she already belonged to them; she just didn’t know it yet.
The first lesson their mentor, George Thames and taught them was not giving into temptation. It was gratuitous and fleeting. Was he teaching them that lesson again with her when he recommended, they offer her a job as their PA and then warn them not to fuck her.
The truth was they were buying their time. And if McKenna Riley couldn’t belong to them, than she wouldn’t belong to any other bastard with a dick between his legs.
“Okay, look,” she began, out of breath, whispering urgently. “Two things. First, the ladies I had hired to play the part of your fake fiancées came down with food poisoning. It was last minute, I couldn’t find replacements but I’m here, so it’s all good. Trust me. I just came from the gallery where I met Kade, and I pulled it off because he got his painting. So don’t worry about it. I got this.”
Hayden stroked his jaw, a slow smile formed on his lips. She was their pretend fiancée?
Did she understand what she’d just done? By inadvertently placing herself in their grasp as their fiancée, she unleashed everything inside them and now there was nothing to protect her. Nothing to keep her from them.
Her lips from theirs.
Her body from their touch.
Her pussy from their cocks.
She’d walked into their lair and there was no going back from this.
“What was the second thing?” Hayden asked, completely amused by the delight standing in front of him. He had no idea what was going on with her hair, but it did nothing to detract from her beauty.
“Right, the second thing,” she said and proceeded to slip her hands under the dress, very awkwardly considering the fabric looked as if it had been poured onto her. “I can’t wear any panties with this dress,” she rasped softly and completely winded as she finally seemed to have gotten a grip of her underwear and shimmed them down her thighs and out of her legs.
“I didn’t bring a purse, and I don’t think hiding them anywhere in this house will be a good idea, so please keep them for me. I’ll take them back before I leave.”
She balled up a wispy scrap of lace and handed it to him. “Can you keep them in your pocket for me.”
Hayden took her panties from her. The instant the warmth from her pussy still saturated in the lace touched his skin it felt as if his cock had touched her pussy. But fuck, when his fingers slid over them, and his tips came away damp, he no longer controlled his actions.
Without giving her any warning, he pressed her into the wall of his parents’ foyer, pinning her down with one hand while he used his other to draw the zipper up over her thigh, exposing her velvety skin, until he had easy access to her bare pussy.
“Your panties are wet, McKenna,” he said softly, sinking his teeth into her lower lip, the same moment his fingers brushed over her smooth, wet, hot pussy.
Ah, fucking hell.
She gasped and shuddered against him as he played with her clit, her eyes widening, and darkening at the same time. He slid between her folds and his mouth watered to taste the pool of dewiness at the entrance of her pussy.
She was perfection. So tight, they were going to have to take hours to stretch her open.
For them to stretch her open.
He captured her lips, kissing her softly, teasingly until he bit her, and she cried out. At the moment he slid into her mouth. His tongue branding her mouth with their ownership while she branded him with her taste.
He wouldn’t have stopped touching her, would have made her come then and there and then licked her juices off his fingers just so he could make her come again.
“Oh. Oh.”
Hayden growled at the giggling behind him. His mother and his sisters.
He licked his fingers, savoring her essence before he pulled the zipper down and turned around to face what had now become his whole fucking family.
She was theirs now. No going back.