“You didn’t have…never mind. Anything is fine.” I giggled, realizing I really wasn’t going to win at this point. Tate handed me a lemonade and I laughed at the memory.
We sat on the beautiful new porch and drank lemonade like we were old timers. But it was really fucking nice. They were so sweet to me. I never thought I would deserve to have two men be so good to me. But they were. They really cared about me and I was so lucky to have them both. The house and everything too, when it was fully finished.
For now, I wouldn’t have things any other way.
Epilogue
Adley
I stared at the bubbling sauce and waited for it to thicken. Maybe I should have made something different.
After a long day at work I was too tired for anything else. Kneading dough, packing pastries up at Amelia’s. It wore down my arms but I loved the work. My new job was like a dream. This life was like a dream.
Slowly but surely, Levi and Tate moved in and now we lived in my grandmother’s house together. It was so perfect. Some nights Tate made dinner but I wanted to do something special. I was nervous for what I had to tell them.
They would be there any minute and my palms were sweaty. I fixed the straps of my bra and made my panties look cheekier. Maybe it was over the top, but I loved greeting my men after they’ve had a long day at work.
Sometimes it was hard for them to relax and I wanted to make that easier on them. Things were great since the move. It had been six months and I found a new routine that was comfortable for all of us. I didn’t know how my news would change things for me. But I also didn’t know how they would take it, either.
The keys jingled in the door and my heart leapt in anticipation. I even still get nervous when they came home. Dirty and sweaty, it was just how I liked it.
Their heavy footsteps came into the kitchen and I saw their cocks harden at the sight of me.
“Hi,” I smiled.
I was wearing a skimpy half cup bra that barely held my breasts, and panties that were so sheer they were practically see-through. The fabric was pink and I knew I was blushing. I still get nervous around them.
“Fuck, Adley. What’s all this for?” Tate nearly threw off his tool belt, as did Levi.
“Do you need a reason?” I giggled and came over to them.
“Fuck no.” Levi pulled me into a hot and hungry kiss, and I wrapped my arm around his neck.
He smacked my ass and I squealed into his mouth as he carried me off to the couch. We used the couch they had since it was bigger. I always remembered our first time together when we used it. There was a frantic flurry of trying to get them undressed and them nearly ripping the lingerie off of me.
Tate moved between my legs and sucked my clit, licking me all over. Levi sucked my nipples and kneaded my breasts. I groaned and moaned until they brought me to orgasm. Levi pulled me on top of him and entered me hard and fast. We had stopped using condoms maybe a month after they moved in. I was distracted last month so that was probably how…
I heard Tate get the lube from the ottoman disguised as a storage container. Then I felt him work me up and I groaned at the feeling. Then his cock was pressing inside of me inch by inch. I wasn’t sure how many times I had either of them, but the first time I felt Tate was definitely different. I felt so full and so taken.
“Ugh, Tate—Levi—yes!”
I cried out. My moans were loud, and my body was practically exploding. My body pressed tight against Levi and his thrusts were hard and fast. They found a rhythm together and it was madness trying to contain myself. I always had so many orgasms I couldn’t count, it was like it was never ending.
“Fuck, Adley. Shit.” Levi growled as he buried himself inside of me and he came in thick ropes.
Tate thrusted twice more before he filled me up. We used the napkins by the couch to clean up but it was no use. We just ended up laughing at the mess. My heart was heavy at the thought of what I had to say.
“What’s on your mind, Adley?” Tate asked.
I sat between them and sighed. They always knew. Levi idly traced my thigh with his thumb.
I just got the two envelopes out of the ottoman and handed it to either of them.
“What’s this?” Levi smiled.
“Just open it. Please.” I wrung my fingers out as I waited.
I waited as they opened the envelope and held the sticks in their hands. The silence was maddening. I hugged my knees to my chest nervously. They leaned forward and looked at the tests.
“Um. I took two to be sure. But I’m still going to the doctor and everything. I don’t care about the technical stuff. I just know…you guys are going to be dads. If you want to, that is.”
“Are you kidding? Of course we do! Adley, this is amazing,” Tate smiled.
He kissed me and laughed aloud as he set the test down and hugged me.
“This is great Adley, we’re going to be a family. I’ve…we’re gonna have a family.”
I knew Levi was going to say he had never had a family. But I just hugged him and let him kiss me until he was tired. I snuggled up between them, almost forgetting about dinner.
“If it’s a boy, he’ll be so much to handle I don’t know what I’ll do.”
They laughed. “Well, if it’s a girl I hope she is nothing like you,” Levi joked. I still smacked his arm playfully.
“It doesn’t matter, really. They’ll be happy. And they’ll be loved.” Tate kissed my cheek. I nodded in agreement.
“Of course. I’m excited. But nervous too,” I sighed.
“We’ll do this together.” Levi nuzzled my neck.
Their arms tightened around me and I swelled with happiness. I had the perfect job, a beautiful home, and a budding family. Just last year I had a crappy apartment and a job I hated. Time changed everything. But I didn’t need a lot of it to know I wanted Tate and Levi.
Forever.
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Teach Me 2x
A Ménage Billionaire Romance
By Nicole Elliot
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1
Logan
Days like this I wondered why we even did this anymore. Most of the students that would come in here won’t know the difference between ROIs and profitability calendars. But they still think they can come and waste our time. I know I should give it up, we don’t need the community’s support anymore, but sometimes there was a diamond in the rough.
Every once in a while, and I mean once in the past few years, something actually fucking impressed me. Otherwise, their idea just ended up getting bought, and they can go about their lives with their fresh few million and I have a shiny new business venture.
Jana, our dutiful secretary, already had our table set up with pen pads and a pitcher of water. For a few hours, we would be the students looking at the presentation board. As always, I was early enough to scope out the applicants and my partner, Jake, would come right in and expects me to fill him in seconds before the first applicant started. Because he is also my best friend, I always did.
But still, it was annoying.
“Your first presentation is in fifteen minutes.” Jana set the roster down in front of me with a friendly smile. Jana also moonlighted as our trusted confidant, she has been with us for years. Since the very beginning when we were running off loans until we made a name for
ourselves.
“Thanks.”
I took off my sports coat and adjusted my tie. I had gotten used to being overdressed next to Jake. He always looked like he just left the gym; the MMA gym we own and was our first endeavor. It started out as just that, a gym, but now it was home to a few B-list fighters, Division I schools, and has become its own fitness brand. But I could never ditch my dress pants, tailored shirt, and silk tie. No way.
Jake finally came in with five minutes to go, when the first presenter was already outside. As I suspected, he was wearing khaki shorts and a Polo. He always had the buttons undone to show off his tattoo. I thought his shoulder piece of roses and thorns was a drunken mistake, but apparently it wasn’t. The chest tattoo was after that.
“You ready?” He sat next to me and I stifled my annoyance.
“I’ve been here for thirty minutes.” I said in response. He just laughed and shook his head.
He took one pen pad, and in big letters he wrote ‘yes’ on one, and ‘no’ on the other. I shook my head, but smiled.
“Whatever. The only way we work is when you do the hard work, and I seal the deal with my thug tattoo and muscles. It’s proven.” Man, he was a dick sometimes, but also an entrepreneurial genius.
When we met in college, I planned to just work on software, and maybe develop my own. But he stepped in and showed me how to brand myself, and how to make a fortune with my brain. I was opposed to starting out with investments like the gym and coffee shops for undergrads, but it was what built us. Now, we could pretty much do whatever the hell we wanted. And a lot of that was due to his attitude.
“Right.”
He geared up for another rebuttal but then there was a knock, and Jana told us number one was here. Jake didn’t hide his ‘I’d rather be anywhere else’ groan. But he knew why we did this. Mentorship was a big deal, especially when you can make someone loyal to you at a young age, and become their spring board.
These younger people have great ideas…some of them. Jake and I were both almost thirty, we had lost touch with what was trending, and selling. So, these hopeful college students come in and tell us what we we’re missing, and we give them an offer they can’t refuse to capitalize on it. It’s fool proof.
“Who is this guy?” Jake grabbed the roster, and found his file in the large stack of thirty.
We had a team vet all these applications before we even looked at them. We get almost two thousand proposals, and they narrow it down to thirty before they subject us to hours of unpreparedness and entitlement. Seriously, it gets worse every year.
The school specifically might be the problem, it was no Ivy League, but UCLA had a lot of pretentious students, fueled by family money and entitlement. Only a rare gem actually deserved what we have to offer, and I doubted I would even see one today.
“Something about sustainable agriculture?” Jake asked. I chuckled softly and shook my head.
“No, recyclable agriculture. He is an Ag student, so that’s probably why we have never heard of it.” I told him. Jake shook his head and frowned.
“Hopefully it’s good.”
It was not good at all. I could see the bits and pieces, but they just did not fit together. I wondered why he was even so nervous, it was just the two of us. How could he ever make it in our board room, full of ten power suits worth more than the school’s endowment? Those are the kind of things I look for as well. Can we send them out to the business world sharks, with our names on their resume saying that we taught them?
Hell no.
“Thank you, we’ll be in touch.” I offered my best poker-faced smile as he took down his presentation.
He even had graphics set up, but he never got around to explaining the big ass graph he sat right in front of us.
“We have got to get someone else to do these.” Jake leaned back in his seat, rubbing his face in frustration.
“Then we wouldn’t know who’s walking in our office, or who we are buying.” I said.
“Uh huh. Maybe you should do it alone then, since you are so damned good at it.” He retorted.
I shook my head. Jake could be a real trip sometimes. Honestly, when it came down to it, he was still responsible. The gym we have is what he tends to focus on. Not only does he operate it himself, he trains there too. In other days, he planned to be an MMA fighter, but somehow that plan got lost in the wind.
He doesn’t talk about it, and I don’t ask. But I know it has something to do with his parents. When we met, they had recently died. I think that was why we took to each other so easily, and why we work so well as business partners. I grew up with my aunt, so we both know how to appreciate shit before it’s gone.
Most business people don’t do that, and that is why most businesses fail.
“We should make this more exciting?” Jake flashed a devious smile and looked at the files again for the next person.
“How so?” I asked. He shrugged, telling me to just wait and see. Oh boy.
Jake can be a real prick. He could moonlight as a prison guard if he wanted, always playing bad cop of course.
“Next one is coming in.” Jana peeked in, and then went back outside.
“Does she have a date?” Jake asked me. I furrowed my brow in confusion.
“No, why would you think that?”
“I’ve never seen her wear a dress is all.” He eyed the space she just left. I shook my head and hid a yuck sound.
“Uh, she dresses like that all the time. What is with you?” The next applicant was in now, setting up her presentation. I didn’t pay any attention to her, but Jake was flashing his sizing up look.
“Nothing. Just haven’t gotten laid in a while is all.”
“Seriously?” I asked, in a way I was asking how he could be talking about that right now.
“What? You haven’t either.”
“I have been busy. As we are busy now,” I gestured to the young woman clicking through a power point.
She actually looked prepared though. She was in a gray pantsuit with a pink blouse, and had her blonde hair pinned up. I hoped for something good.
“Right. We should go back to the club this weekend.” I was prepared to shut him down, but the idea was appealing.
It had been a while. And Jake and I had interesting sexual tastes. It wasn’t uncommon for us to share a woman, not since back in college. It made things more exciting, gets your testosterone flowing like crazy and makes for a good time.
“Maybe. Now hush.” I turned to the girl smiling at us nervously. She probably heard our entire conversation.
The screen was a good few paces from us in the lecture seats, so maybe not.
“Please begin.”
I thought she would have a good idea, then I was reminded why I don’t judge based on appearances. Sorority matching. That was her pitch. A company that would learn your interests starting in high school, and prep you for the houses you wanted. Making the rush process more ‘focused and way more fun,’ as she said.
I couldn’t believe it. I don’t have anything against sororities, but the way she delivered the presentation made me wonder how she even met our GPA requirement. A 3.5 wasn’t too high, and we thought it would weed out, well, people who want to open a sorority dating site of sorts.
“So, how do you think this matches up with anything our company has been doing?” Jake asked in his no bullshit voice. I tapped his foot with mine, I really didn’t want to watch anyone crying again.
One time he was so hard and mean, that the guy started crying and broke down saying he didn’t know why he was so worthless. I kept tabs on him for some reason, and found out he is now an assistant professor at a junior college. His idea was really good, he just didn’t want to sell.
“How do you mean?” She replied with a smile. I relaxed a bit.
“Do you even know what kind of companies we invest in?” He asked.
She blinked rapidly, and shook her head once. Jake scoffed and started writing on the ‘no’ pen pad. He wro
te her name down, and then held it up for her to see.
“We won’t be in touch. Thank you.”
She dropped her jaw like she expected to be handed the job instead. But eventually, she started packing up to leave. We either use their idea as a springboard and actually open the business, with a three-month plan and make them the CEO. It is much easier than outsourcing yet another job. Or, we see it as a really good seed we want only our name on, and buy them out.
Out of the thirty here today, only one would actually get the CEO job. And out of the rest, three would be bought out. So, I was prepared for twenty-six shitty presentations.
“I have to say, it was kind of a good idea.” I told him. Jake frowned. I think he just had an affliction with sororities.
Back in college, he slept his way through Tri Delta, and somehow expected them to not tell everyone they knew. One girl in particular was his repeat, and he thought they were monogamous for a while. That was the last time he tried that. Because he found out from their brother fraternity that she was sleeping with them too, and they call her Wendy because she is four for four. To save herself, she blogged about rating all the men she had slept with. Jake was last.
So, the last presentation didn’t stand a chance.
“Maybe. But sorority girls…can you imagine having to go in for reporting?” He shuddered. But he was right. I didn’t want to imagine it.
We sat through twenty-two more presentations. Disappointing, and unfortunate. The very last one, her PowerPoint wouldn’t come up and she wasn’t good at extemporaneous delivery, so she tried to explain it without any graphics or supplemental material. If it was her idea, she should have been able to.
And Jake ripped her apart for it. She about ran out of there in tears.
“That was so mean,” I mumbled.
“Yeah. This is shitty man, what if we don’t find anyone?”
I shrugged.
“Then we set our sights on a different school.” He shook his head, looking at who was next.
I crossed all my fingers, hoping Madeline Jackson would save the day.
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