The Baby Mistake (A Winston Brothers Novel #2)

by J. L. Beck

  He shrugs. “Well, that has always been the name we use for the head of Maxwell.”

  I shake my head and sit back down.

  “You know, I see it is almost lunch…” He smiles at me. “And you look like you could use a break.”

  I stare up at him, still lost. “Lunch?”

  He nods. “Yeah, lunch. You know the meal you eat at noonish? So, come on. I will show you to the cafeteria.”

  I hesitate. I cannot hang out with Mr. Smells Too Good, Hot Muscles. I mean I am gonna crack up soon!

  He cocks his head at me. “You aren’t hungry?”

  Hungry? I now take a direct look at the man. Looking at you, I feel hungry all right. I shake it off. “I-I just…”

  “Yes?”

  What can I tell him? I cannot sit with someone that smells better than the food? I almost laugh aloud at the insane reason.

  He grins. “There. That’s better, you are smiling. A good sign. So let’s go.”

  I stand up. “Umm. I can’t.”

  He pauses.

  “I mean, a client is coming and I…”

  He nods. “Okay, but you are, by law, supposed to have an hour for lunch. I mean just because old—”

  “Okay, first off, the man is not old and secondly, he hasn’t been mean to me and thirdly…” I suddenly lose my train of words, as Micah steps up beside Trevor.

  Trevor turns his head to glance at him. “Hey, kid. I see you have the same idea as I do.”

  Micah gives him a suspicious look.

  Kid? I glance between the two of them. Old man for the boss who could make women cream by merely speaking in a low voice probably and now, kid for a sexy piece of heaven like Micah? I am so mixed up.

  “If you mean I came to rescue Ms. Hawkins from the old man, then yes. I want to take her to lunch,” Micah retorted.

  Trevor crosses his arms over his massive chest. “Well, I was here first.”

  I am gaping at them. They are fighting over me…well, not fighting. But they both want to take me to lunch?

  A buzzing sound pings on my desk. I turn to look. It’s the phone system.

  “There he is, like clockwork.” Trevor rolls his eyes.

  I step over and press the flashing red button. “Yes, sir?”

  “Yes, Ms. Hawkins. Peter just called on his cell to cancel, so you can take lunch.”

  I glance up at the two men waiting at my desk. That leaves out all excuses that won’t hurt their feelings.

  Trevor looks smug.

  Micah looks, well… pensive.

  “Okay, sir,” I reply.

  “Oh and cut it out with the sir, I hate it, call me Jake.”

  I take another peek at the guys.

  Trevor is scowling and Micah is now smiling.

  How odd. What is going on here?

  “So, since it is your first day. I figure I could take you.”

  I gasp.

  “I mean take you to lunch.”

  “I-umm…” I attempt a late answer.

  The red light goes off. I look up at the guys.

  Trevor is still standing there with his large arms crossed over his chest.

  Micah smiles at me.

  Aren’t they going to leave? I mean he is their boss.

  The door opens and Mr. Maxwell walks out. He stares at the two younger men. “Hey, boys.” He nods.

  Boys? Okay, I am just too damn confused by all of this.

  “Well, Mr. Maxwell, we…” Trevor points at Micah and then at himself. “…Have already asked Ms. Hawkins to lunch, sir.” He emphasizes the sir part.

  I bite at my lip. There is an undercurrent here and I cannot quite point it out. Of course, I can’t, as I am at a loss as to why, so I say nothing.

  He stares at them. “Oh, is that so?” His eyes darken.

  I glance between Trevor and Jake.

  Micah is smiling hugely.

  Why is he smiling? This is all so…

  “So, you think you can just whisk off with my new EA?” Jake challenges.

  My eyes widen.

  Micah starts laughing.

  And why is he laughing?

  “Well, I suppose we can all take her out,” Micah adds. “After all, this is her first day and I am sure it has been rough.”

  Rough? Try exasperating, frustrating, head spinning, hot and bothered, and let us not forget… panty melting.

  Jake smiles at him. “Yeah. I suppose you are right as usual there, kid.”

  I raise my head. Kid again?

  “Well, let’s go!” Trevor pipes in. He is now smiling too.

  Okay...what the hell is going on here?

  Jake holds his elbow out to me. “The old man can escort her there.” He hooks my elbow with his arm and leads me away.

  The other two men step up beside us. The hallway is large and now I see that is very fortunate, since these are not small men by any means.

  I am hemmed in by three of the sexiest males I have ever smelled, seen, or heard speak in my life as they all three—take me to lunch.

  Lunch might just rank as the most interesting meal ever in my life.

  Trevor made me laugh. Micah asked me curious questions about my schooling and my interests. Jake mostly looked bored but he did seem polite enough and he did smile at me a few times.

  Maybe it was because when we did walk in, stares were aimed our way and some people did have their mouths hanging open. So maybe Jake felt odd being the boss and sitting with us? But somehow, I knew that couldn’t be it. He doesn’t seem like the sort of man to care what anyone thinks.

  So afterwards, they escorted me back and the day went by uneventfully. Thank God! I mean after the first part of the day from Oz, I am going to need hours of therapy, as it is to get back from this particular yellow brick road.

  Jake‒as he made me call him‒seemed to be absent afterward and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. I sat at my new magnificent desk to study and look over all the client files to know who they were, what they did, when they were to come in and all of it. Mr. Maxwell...I mean Jake fooled me earlier and it would not happen again.

  Trevor and Micah remained absent too. I wondered at this but I knew also, it might be for the best. I mean, I just think I did need a break from holding my breath, keeping my hardening nipples from showing, clasping my thighs together tightly due to tingles radiating between my legs and all the responses that any normal woman in her right fucking mind would have being around Greek gods.

  I grin.

  Yes, who would they be if they were in fact, Greek gods? I love mythology and always have. Would Jake be Zeus? Trevor would be Apollo and Micah? I pause at the thought of him. He puzzles me the most out of all three men.

  A person could describe him as intense, but he smiles easily as well. At lunch, he would watch the other two men with great interest. Then he would turn his keen interest to me. Truly, with a curious look in those emerald eyes. A deep guy. I have never met a guy that seems so complex.

  Finally, the workday ended. I make it home and as soon as I get into my apartment, I literally toe my heels off and fall face down on my couch, stomach to the cushions. I pitifully let out a deep, long sigh.

  What an exciting day. Up and downs and mostly…ups with twists. Me thinking I would have this old stuffy boss, only to find Mr. Dark and Sexy. Then the two coworkers that could work at Chippendales and make millions as women handed them their hotel key and panties.

  I start to laugh. I acted like such an idiot too! I did feel like I was on some kind of roller-coaster ride where the thrills were just too hot to handle. My mouth popping open too many times to count.

  Really though, truth be told I am in trouble, but I just want this job so much and I hope I can handle the men, not the job, as that part isn’t so hard or at least, it didn’t seem to be, yet.

  Handle them? I think not. Well, maybe I am over reacting. After all, they were just flirting with me maybe? Harmless flirting and nothing more. I mean like I’m such a catch? Yes, I
have long blonde locks and some have said lovely hazel eyes and a nice figure. I look down at my breasts a nice size not flat, not huge. But really, nothing special really? Just look at all those other beautiful women in the offices. Yes, I might be just assuming things when all they were trying to do was be nice to me on my first day. I suppose I’m just nervous because I already KNOW I want them…Doesn’t mean they want me so badly.

  As I close my eyes, so exhausted, all I can see is their faces. All three, not just one face. So odd, three men? All looking at me like I’m a lollipop of their favorite flavor that they want to lick very thoroughly.

  Oh, to be licked by any of the three too. What would it be like? To have them all on me at the same time? Their yummy mouths, strong hands, hard bodies, licking me, kissing me, eating me, fingering me, their hard cocks in me while whispering how I belong to them—

  I scramble up on the couch in a true panic and stare at the wall.

  WHAT? A foursome? Me? With three men? No, no, no. Why on earth would I think such a thing?

  I mean I’ve kept my scruples all these years, kept my virginity in fact. Scoffing at my friends who would just jump into bed with some guy, give it away, and take less than they deserve in return. Just to be ignored later and dumped.

  I am not a whore, no far from it. So, why would I be thinking of having 3 men at one time? I rub my face with both hands in utter frustration. I haven’t even had one at one time!

  Getting up, I run to my room. I tear through my chest of drawers. Finding it, I grab my pen and sit on the bed. The journal I got from my sister for Christmas. She’d said with a shrug, “You never know if you get a bad crush on a guy, you can write about it.”

  I did roll my eyes at her at the time. I laugh now, as I ask…how about 3 crushes? No, it really isn’t funny. Coworkers and a boss? Crap! It would be a disaster.

  I could write out everything they make me feel every day. Get it out and I can handle it better. So if I do get urges, want a fantasy, I will just write it down when I get home. My mom always said writing stuff out would help you tough it out. And boy, would this be tough. Working with and seeing all three every day of the work week. If I am willing to become some nympho who takes on three men, I better do something to help stave off these wild ass thoughts.

  Where to begin? So I can sleep tonight and not have a damn wet dream or three?

  First off, will be Trevor as I met him first.

  I sit and stare off into memory and just immerse myself in all that I took in while in that elevator with him.

  My pen flies across the paper again.

  With startling blue eyes, a rich laugh and he likes to joke. I bet in bed, he likes just about anything too.

  I smile and continue to write

  I wonder what kind of things, he does like? OH! I bet he loves to go down on women. Yes, I can just see his face and that velvety tongue lapping me up. I also bet he has the hottest mouth a woman ever felt. With a twinkle in those baby blues as he drives me wild while fucking me hard with his tongue. I end up coming so hard and when I do, he shimmies his muscled body up and plunges his thick, hard cock into me. I come and my pussy squeezes him so hard, he comes.

  I stop writing and shiver.

  Good god, I bet that is just the way he does it too.

  I find my focus after trying to slow my breathing. Okay, pen down to paper again.

  Next, I met Micah. Sweet, sensual Micah. His deep green eyes locking with mine as he fucks me slowly, and so sweetly. I bet he lasts a long time as he draws out the heat while making me soaking wet and begging for it, hitting me deep with every long thrust. All while rubbing his satiny skin against me in a whole body caress. Watching my face as I come. Then kissing my breath from my body as I do come.

  Again, my heart is pounding as I stop writing. Dammit, I just know that is what he would do. It is all in those beautiful eyes of his.

  And finally, Jake.

  Now my pen stops as it hovers over the page. I am almost breathless as I get a clear and surprising feeling of him.

  I tap my pen down and begin.

  Jake Maxwell. Oh, wow. Such power. I bet he takes over and controls a woman’s body to such a point that they can barely whimper. Takes you by storm until you do not even know who the hell you are. Stretches it out, demands what he wants, making you obey as you literally drip your own juices down your legs in reaction to his commands and love every god dammed minute of it. Telling you, he owns your pussy and pumping you full without mercy, all while locking his deep dark eyes onto yours, pinning you.

  Gulping, and squirming on the bed, I stop writing.

  How do I know Jake is an alpha? Yes, I read hot romance books and I know what that means.

  I write a bit more…

  He just teased me while pretending to be the client today, and didn’t really give anything away. But somehow, it is also in his eyes. I just know deep down, he would control your body and make you love it…

  I drop the pen to the bed.

  Oh, man…This might have been a bad idea. A very bad idea. I drop the journal, run to my nightstand, and get out my largest vibrator, then I run to the shower.

  Damn, just so I can sleep or even be near sanity, I will have to make myself come exactly—THREE times.

  The next day, I arrive at work and wonder what the day will bring. Chippendales? Hot power? No… Maybe it will be quiet and boring. Maybe yesterday was just a fluke and these men just treat new employees nicely the first day and then forget you.

  I put away my stuff and sit at the desk. Turning on my PC, I see I am 20 minutes early. Eager much? I ask myself and snigger.

  “Good Morning!”

  I glance up and meet a blue gaze.

  Trevor.

  He extends a cup out. “I hope you like latte?”

  I nod. “I love them. Thank you.”

  “So, you’re here early,” he notes.

  “Yep, and so are you.”

  He smiles.

  I blow into the cup and take a sip. “MMMM, wonderful.” I moan.

  Trevor is now staring at me.

  I look up at him. “What? Foam on my lip?” I ask and swipe my upper lip with my tongue.

  His eyes seem to deepen in color, like that cobalt color yesterday in the elevator. “Um, no. It’s just that sound you just—”

  “Good Morning!”

  I look up to see Micah with donuts.

  He walks over and sets the box down.

  “You brought me donuts?” I ask.

  He nods and looks over at Trevor. “To go with the coffee?”

  Trevor nearly squints his eyes at him.

  Micah bursts out laughing.

  I look between the two. “Well, you two are so nice, welcoming the newbie to the office. Wow.” I lean forward. “I hope the whole box isn’t all for me?” I raise a brow at Micah.

  He shrugs. “I didn’t know what kind you like.”

  “So, you got me a dozen?” I ask in shock.

  He laughs. “Well, ole Trev and I can eat the ones you don’t like.”

  Ole Trev raises a brow at him. “Yeah, kid. I’ll have one.

  “Well, good morning.”

  We all turn to look at Jake. He is carrying two cups.

  Micah grins at him. “Did you need extra coffee this morning?”

  Jake smiles back then spots the cup on my desk. “Well, no. But as I see our Ms. Hawkins has coffee and seeing as you are TOO young to have one, this would be for Trevor.”

  Micah glares at him as his smile drops.

  Trevor laughs. “Hand it over old man.”

  I look between the three men. I want so badly to ask…well, what do I ask? Why the old man, kid and teasing? Maybe it is just the way they bond? Like men are different than women as we females know. Competitiveness is there, but loaded with power and not many words. Not like women who try to strut their wares around as in their looks or boobs. They will also talk shit about you when your back is turned.

  “So…donuts?” J
ake asks as he lifts the lid off the box.

  “Wait!” Micah snaps. “Jenna hasn’t chosen one yet.”

  We all stare at him.

  He shrugs. “Well, I bought them for her.”

  Jake laughs and smacks him on the back. “Well, she doesn’t look like she could eat them all.”

  I am sipping my latte, yes it’s good but I am sipping cause my nerves are already stretched. They all seem to be competing and it does seem to be over me? Maybe it is just something they had already been doing before I came along. Like a pissing contest. I wince. I hate being in one of those, it could surely get messy. I almost choke as I try hard not to giggle.

  All three hot, intense gazes swing over to me.

  I instantly stop sipping. Did they hear me giggle? Oh, wow. To have all three sets of eyes on me at once. Dammit, what had they been saying? I’ve lost my mind here for a moment.

  “Well?” Trevor asks.

  I swallow the coffee and try so hard not to show how I am electrified inside at their intense stares. “What?” I squeak out.

  “I bet it’s the chocolate,” Micah suggests.

  “No, no. Cinnamon bun,” Trevor adds.

  “Hmm…” Jake looks over the pastries. “The French twist.”

  My eyes widen. “How did you know?”

  He grins. “I can read…women.”

  I again swallow. Yep, just like in my journal. The man knows what is inside you and he doesn’t quit till he gets deep enough to get at it.

  Trevor rolls his eyes.

  Micah again, does the oddest thing. He chuckles.

  As they all three watch me, I lean over and grab the twist. Yes, it is my favorite. Just do not show how nervous you are. Oh, easy to say. God, they make a woman want to… I raise the pastry to my lips. They are all watching me. I take a bite. Then a moan slips out as I chew.

  The office gets quiet. Like too quiet.

  I look up and all three men are staring.

  Staring at me again. Only these gazes are not curious like a minute before this—these are hot, blazing stares.

  I think I may have to sit down. To hide the shaky legs, the hard nipples. You know…the side effect list of being around Greek gods… who are STARING at you!

  Jake looks away and takes a sip of his coffee.

  Micah seems to snap to and grabs a donut without even looking to see what kind.