Sold to the Billionaire Brothers

by Genelia Love

  Thoroughly sated and feeling loved, I leaned over and laid my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and held me tight for a few minutes.

  Our shower was loving, but not sexual. He gently washed my body, making sure to get all of the nooks and crannies. He closed his eyes and enjoyed my touch as my soapy hands slid over him.

  Once we were dried off, we both agreed that it was the perfect time for a nap. We laid in his bed. He was on his side and I gently scratched his back for a few minutes before snaking my arm over his chest.

  He grabbed my hand, kissed it and then held tightly to it as he went to sleep. I wasn’t the only person in this house who snored.

  Listening to him breathing and snoring lulled me to sleep.

  I woke up a couple of hours later. Jamel was dressed and was watching me. He noticed I was awake and said, “You are beautiful. I love watching you sleep.”

  “No wicked comments about my snoring?”

  “Well, I did double check the room to make sure that there were no bears hiding anywhere. When I decided that Smokey the Bear was nowhere to be found, I assumed it was you.”

  “You’re one to talk. You sounded like a chainsaw when you went to sleep.”

  “I just want to be like you, so I decided I should snore, too.”

  That was the second time in one day that he got a pillow thrown at him.

  Xavier was in the library reading when we managed to stumble out of the bedroom.

  “I was wondering if you guys were going to show up sometime today.”

  “I was sleepy.”

  “Woman, you are always sleepy.”

  “It’s your fault for wearing me out. I never used to sleep this much.”

  “Don’t you go blaming your bad habits on us now,” Xavier protested. He kissed me on the nose as he walked by, since Joan had announced that it was dinner time.

  The next morning, I told them that I needed to head to the mainland. “I need to go talk to my parents. This is not something that I can tell them over the phone.”

  “Do you want one of us to go with you?” Jamel asked.

  “No. I think it’s better if I take care of this by myself.”

  They both nodded.

  “Call me when you are ready to come back. I’ll come get you,” Frank said.

  “I appreciate it.”

  He smiled. He wasn’t one to talk much, but he said, “Joan and I like having you here. You’re one of us now.”

  With that, he left the table and sauntered away to do his daily chores.

  Joan looked at me and said, “Damn, little girl. I would almost be jealous if I didn’t know that I owned his heart.”

  I laughed. “I’m just his new daughter, is all, since you two are practically their second set of parents,” I said, nodding at Jamel and Xavier.

  Once I reached the mainland, I had a taxi take me back to my apartment so I could grab my car. Then, I made the forty-five minute drive to Mom and Dad’s, rehearsing in my mind what I would say. This was not going to be fun.

  As expected, both of them were home. It was a Saturday and neither of them were inclined to leave the house much. They preferred to putter around the house watching television, playing canasta or dominoes, or just simply reading and relaxing.

  Mom greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. “We weren’t expecting you, honey. Is everything okay?”

  I hugged her tight. “Everything is great. That's why I am here. I need to talk to you and Dad about something.”

  “Is it about what I think it is about?”

  I nodded.

  “I’d better get your dad a beer then. Go on in the living room. He’s in there.”

  Dad enveloped me in a huge bear hug. As his only daughter, he always played on the “Daddy’s little girl” thing. My brothers, all of whom were older, weren’t jealous, because they spoiled me just as much.

  Mom came in the room with a beer for her and Dad, and a glass of iced tea for me.

  I took a deep breath to try to give myself courage.

  “I need to talk to you guys. I know that you know I’ve been on the island for the past month with Xavier and Jamel. I know that you heard it through the grapevine, and we talked about it a little on the phone.”

  Mom looked at me expectantly and Dad’s eyes narrowed. I was pretty sure that it didn’t matter what I had to say next, he was not going to be a happy camper about it.

  “The other night, Jamel asked me to marry him. I said ‘yes’.”

  Neither of them relaxed or said anything because they knew me well enough to know that there was more coming.

  “At the same time, Xavier asked me to marry him. I said ‘yes’ to him, too.”

  Dad growled low in his throat. Mom’s mouth dropped, and then she sat back in the chair, as though her spine suddenly turned to rubber.

  “How can you marry two men?”

  “I am going to marry Jamel, formally. Legally, he will be my husband. They insisted, so that I would be an official part of their family. Then, the three of us will have a different ceremony, where I agree to be their life partner, and they agree to be mine.”

  “This is not right,” Dad growled again. “First, they are brothers. It’s just weird and wrong. Your status will never be accepted. They will, because they are money and name. But you won’t.”

  “I know they are brothers. They aren’t marrying each other, and they aren’t sexually involved with each other. Only me. As for status, I don’t care. I’ve never been a part of the social world, and I really don’t need to start now. They understand that they might have a few people look at them funny, but they don’t care either. The three of us agreed that we do not live our lives based on what other people think.”

  “What about if you have kids? What would the kids do, call each of them Dad?”

  “Yes.”

  “They will be tormented by the other kids.”

  “We will teach them at an early age that their lives are different than everyone else’s. We will teach them that some people might think that it's weird. And we will teach them that it really doesn’t matter what other people think as long as they are happy. They should be happy, because instead of having one father to hang out with, they have two.”

  “What will happen if you start to love one brother more than the other? Not only will you hurt one, but you will divide the brothers.”

  “We have talked about that situation. I won’t choose one over the other. They understand that. They have promised that I would never come between their brotherhood.”

  “What if one of them decides he doesn’t want to share you? Then, what would happen?”

  “Then, that brother would be free to find another woman, or I could leave. We will cross that bridge if it happens. To be honest though, I don’t think that it will. I love Jamel, and I love Xavier. They are both in love with me, and want to be with me for the rest of our lives. It isn’t about just sex and romance. It's about laughing together, running the camp together, playing croquet and watching Jamel cheat, and generally enjoying our lives together as one happy family.”

  I paused for a minute and used the same argument on him that Ashley used on me. “In many other cultures and countries, it is acceptable for a man to have more than one wife. Why is it so wrong then, for me to have more than one husband? I love them both.”

  Dad said, “I’m sorry. I just can’t give my blessing for this. I love you, Lindsey, and I always will, but I just can’t.”

  He stood up and left the room. I had never seen my father cry until now.

  I looked at Mom.

  “Honey, give him some time to think about everything. I’m positive he’ll come around, because he loves you so much and he wants you to be happy.”

  I nodded, but I couldn’t speak.

  I hugged Mom, told her I loved her, and walked out the door with tears streaming down my face.

  16

  Jamel

  I hated seeing Lindsey so depressed. Frank had brou
ght her back to the island, as promised. He said that she just stared off into space the entire ride across the channel, and didn’t say a word. Joan said that she walked straight into her room when she got home. This wasn’t her.

  That night, at dinner, she didn’t join in the usual banter that was going on between us. She barely picked at her food, which was something that we had never seen. She loved Joan’s cooking, and she was a healthy eater. As soon as the meal was over, she planted a kiss on Xavier’s, Frank’s, Joan’s, Kevin’s and my cheek, said she was tired and headed off to bed.

  When I looked in on her later, she was just laying on the bed, still fully dressed, staring up at the ceiling. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice that I was there. I watched her for a second, trying to figure out what to do, but I decided that I would give her some space. I knew that when I was bothered by something, I wanted people to leave me alone so that I could have some time to try to figure things out. I figured that when she was ready to talk, she would.

  The next morning, Lindsey asked Joan if they could talk. I was very glad that she felt close enough to Joan that she considered the older woman to be a confidante.

  I was an unabashed eavesdropper. It used to get me in trouble when I was a little boy, and it certainly could get me in trouble now. However, I really wanted to know what was going on with Lindsey. I had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with her father, since I knew that she had gone to visit her folks yesterday to talk about our relationship.

  “Joan, my father said that he couldn’t give his blessing to me, Jamel and Xavier. I am twenty-six years old. I’m smart. But he doesn’t trust me to know what is best for myself.”

  “Honey, that is the way parents are. You consider yourself an intelligent woman with a law degree who is all grown up and smart enough to know what is best for you and to make decisions for yourself. Your parents, especially your father, sees you as a very tall ten-year-old who still needs to be protected from the world.”

  I could see Lindsey nodding through the crack in the door. It killed me to see the tears running down her face.

  Joan wiped her tears away with a napkin and said, “Honey, if I know anything about fathers, it is this. He loves you more than he loves his own life. And he will come around. He might not like your decisions, but he will be a part of your life and be there for you.”

  “What if he doesn’t? How could I choose between my father and these two men? They are a part of my heart and soul now. They are a part of me.”

  Joan smiled gently at Lindsey. “Then, you have to do what is right for you and no one else. These guys will love you and will support your dream even if you did have to make that choice, and you decided that you couldn’t lose your father. But I will tell you, that I am willing to bet your favorite menu for a month that your father will come around. And sooner than later.”

  Lindsey smiled at this. “And if I lose?”

  “You have to clean my kitchen for a month.”

  Lindsey shuddered in mock fear. “I hope Dad doesn’t let me down on this one.”

  Joan hugged Lindsey and told her to go wash her face. “Jamel is planning a surprise picnic on the beach with you and has asked me to prepare a picnic basket for you.” She grinned, and said, “Isn’t that right, Jamel?”

  “Busted,” Lindsey said. “Dude, I wanted a private conversation with Joan. If I wanted you to be a part of it, then I would have invited you.”

  I tried to look ashamed, but it seemed that I didn’t do a good job of it. I bowed my head and said, “I’m sorry.”

  “No, you aren’t. Don’t even give me that crap. Now take your sorry ass off into the kitchen to help Joan.”

  She was trying to look angry, but her “angry” act was about as good as my “sorry” act. It looked like neither of us should be on stage, because our acting abilities sucked.

  Lindsey and I walked to the beach, hand in hand. She was still very quiet. I laid out a blanket on a section of grass, near the beach. Lindsey chose to sit in the sand and bury her feet in it and then watch the waves come up from the ocean to lap at her ankles.

  She rested her chin on her knees and started out into the expanse. I poured both of us a glass of wine and sat down next to her. She leaned her head onto my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her back.

  I wanted her to know that I loved her and I was there for her always, and I knew that a touch and an action could convey that a lot more than words.

  We sat in silence for about half an hour. Then, she said, “I am positive that Mom and Joan are right. Dad will change his mind.”

  “If he doesn’t?” I was half afraid of her answer, because it would kill Xavier and me if we lost her.

  “Then, I guess he will have to deal with not being a part of my life. I value my parents, their love and their opinions. But I have to live my own life and do what is best for me. You, Xavier and the rest of the crew are what is best for me. You guys lift me up, support me and make me feel valued and loved like I’ve never felt before.”

  I didn’t answer her. I simply kissed her forehead. I knew that despite her words, her heart still hurt and there was a conflict going on inside of her.

  It was about that time that a loud tiger roared next to me. I looked at Lindsey and her grin was so wide it split her face in two. “I guess I didn’t eat much at dinner last night or breakfast this morning.”

  I stood up and held out my hand to help Lindsey up. We walked the short distance away to the picnic basket.

  “Looks like Yogi Bear and Boo-Boo weren’t here today,” she remarked.

  “Nah, I hired Ranger Rick to keep them busy.” We both laughed at the reference to the old cartoon that we had both watched as children.

  Joan had packed ham and cheese sandwiches with some chips. There was chocolate cake for dessert.

  “She’s amazing. I think I might have to cancel my engagement with you and Xavier and marry her instead. You two can just be my side pieces.”

  “I don’t think she swings that way.”

  “I don’t want her for the sex. Just for the food. Food is better than sex.”

  “Is it now? I thought that one fed the body and the other fed the heart. Both need to be fed.”

  “That isn’t what I learned in school. I learned that when you breathe in air, the lungs send the oxygenated blood to the heart, which then pumps it to the brain, other organs and cells. Meanwhile, the heart sends the unoxygenated blood back to the lungs.”

  “You are a consummate smart ass, do you know that?”

  “It’s one of my many hidden talents and one of the many reasons you love me.”

  “It isn’t a hidden talent, but it is one of the reasons that I love you.”

  I was so happy to see my usual Lindsey back. It hurt me to see her heartbroken.

  We sat and bantered back and forth for a while, and soon Lindsey had relaxed and was laughing. We hung out until the sun began to set.

  “The sunset is absolutely gorgeous.”

  “It is. But I see something that is more gorgeous than a million sunsets sitting right in front of me.”

  “Is that your pick-up line? It's a good one.”

  “Did it work? I even put the blanket on the grassy part of the beach in case I got lucky, so you wouldn’t get sand in any unfortunate areas.”

  “Two of the reasons I love you. Your sense of humor and your forward planning.”

  “Plus, I was thinking of your comfort. Sandpaper in your nether regions is not a pleasant experience, I am told.”

  She smiled at me and leaned over and kissed me. I pulled her over until she was sitting in my lap. I caressed her face with my fingertips, trailing them from her temple, to her jaw and back up to her other temple. I ran my fingertips over her brow, and down her nose. I circled her mouth with my fingers, and then gently ran my fingers across it.

  Her mouth opened, and I heard her start to breathe heavy. My arm around her back felt her heartbeat quicken.


  I gently turned her face toward mine and stared deep into deep blue eyes. They glowed with the intensity of the love that she felt for me. It sent a warmth through my body that I had never known before. It was the warmth of that one soulmate connecting with me, making a bond that an eternity could not break. A bond that would hold steady, regardless of what challenges were thrown in our way.

  I brushed her lips with mine and then traced her lips with my tongue. Slowly, gently and sensually, I kissed her. Her lips parted and I slipped the tip of my tongue in between her lips, meeting the tip of her tongue with mine.

  Our tongues began to slow dance with each other, and she moaned against my mouth. She reached her hand up under my t-shirt, and spread her fingers flat against my chest. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, and across my nipples.

  The ache in my pants told me that I needed to be inside of her, but I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to make love to her, slowly and tenderly, to show her the depth of my passion.

  I moved my lips to the back of her ear. I kissed the back of her neck and nibbled just a bit, then licked where I had nibbled. Her eyes were closed and her breathing became heavier. I moved back up to her ear and nibbled her earlobe, gently taking it between my teeth and flicking the bottom of her earlobe with my tongue. I traced the outer edge of her ear with my tongue.

  Her fingers tightened and dug into my chest as she moaned and squirmed in my lap. I threaded my fingers through her hair and then placed my open palm against the back of her head, holding her as my mouth returned to her lips.

  I gently laid her down on the blanket, as I continued to kiss her, gently, then more passionately, as our tongues continued to dance. I pulled her shirt off over her head. I trailed kisses from her mouth, to her chin and to her throat. I licked the little indention in her throat.

  I kissed between her breasts, and her fingers dug into my back, kneading my muscles. She arched her chest and I licked the valley between her breasts.