Her Mountain Baby Daddies

by Faye, Madison

  I shook my head as I poured another glass of bourbon and stood to join Luke at the window.

  An empire, and one pair of legs in hot skirt and pair of fuck me heels, with sky-blue eyes and lips made for sin could topple the whole thing.

  Hell, one almost had.

  The world opens up to you when you’re rich. But it also means you’re more vulnerable. When you’ve got a lot to lose, people want a piece of it, and they’ll lie, cheat, steal, and kill to get it.

  But then, we’re not like most guys in this position. Yeah, we’d made a killing in the clean energy market - more money than we’d ever be able to spend in ten lifetimes. But we hadn’t forgotten who we were or where we’d come from. Luke and I were still hard. We were still rough around the edges.

  We were still the dirty street kids from the slums, and we had the scars, the tattoos, and the animal instincts to back it up.

  And you you know what? We liked who we were. Shit, we were more than okay to not be a part of the normal who’s who of rich CEO types. The dinner parties, the stuffy jackets, the bullshit politics. Nah, fuck that. We enjoyed going against that grain, and being the outsiders on the rich-kid block.

  Hell, they’d all been handed their fortunes.

  We’d bled for ours.

  And now here we were, kings of the city that’d tried to bury us when we were young.

  I stood next to my friend by the window and clinked my glass to his. It was early, but I know he was as damn floored as I was by her.

  Sasha.

  I could see it plain on his face, and knew mine probably looked the same.

  This one was different.

  Yeah, so Luke and I had a thing for sharing women. We always had, and really, it tended to be a deal breaker with us. You didn’t just get one, you got the package deal.

  Most women did not complain when they found that out.

  Hell, we were rich, we took care of ourselves, and we had bodies cut out of fucking steel after years of fighting and training. The fact that both of us were packing some serious heat below the belt just made the women we shared all that much happier, which worked for us.

  Except when it didn’t, and it didn’t with employees.

  There’d been another secretary, the Amanda that Luke had snapped at me about minutes before. Damn did we have something with her. We used to fill her out across both our desks, in our beds, in hers.

  And it meant something. At least, we both thought it did.

  Until she sued us.

  Fuck, yeah that had sucked. It wasn’t just the money either, it was knowing that her goal all along was to just build a bullshit case against us to clean us out later.

  It was the lying, and the falsehoods which had burned.

  And it broke Luke and I a little. So we said no more to that, even though it’s been hard.

  And a tight, sexy little piece of sin like Sasha Reed is going to make that even harder.

  Hell, she’s already making something harder…

  4

  Sasha

  I’d slept badly the night after my first day.

  Part of it was new job nerves, of course - the worry about performing right, or fitting in, or acclimating to the new environment.

  But the other big part - the biggest part of why I’d been kept up - was Luke and Jordan.

  Luke and Jordan who had invaded my thoughts all night. I’d lain awake, the aching need in my pussy keeping me up as I thought of my two powerful, commanding, and gorgeous Finally, I’d let my fingers slip over my moist lips, moaning as quietly as I could as I let them slide wetly over my clit. I’d gasped into my pillow, picturing those eyes, and those sharp, chiseled jawlines. I’d felt the illicit thrill of being so bad imagining two different men - wanting me, taking me.

  And then of course, life had interrupted. Mark had called - drunk, of course, and trying to sweet-talk me.

  “Hey, you know I miss you babe, right?”

  I scowled into the phone, annoyed at the intrusion to the dirty thought’s I’d been having in my bed. Mark didn’t miss me, he missed my handouts.

  “Mark, we’ve been over this,” I sighed, shaking my head in the dark.

  “Heard you got a new job uptown with Steel and Stone Holdings,” Mark said, his earlier sorry tone gone.

  “Um, yeah, I did.” I frowned. “How did you-”

  “Those guys are pretty loaded, huh?”

  I scowled into the phone. “I guess? Look, Mark, please stop calling. I need to get to sleep for work tomorrow.”

  “I might have a job for you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Mark, I need to go.”

  “I’m not the only one interested in you working for that company, Sasha.” He cleared his throat. “Actually, some interested parties might pay pretty well to get an inside scoop and layout of the place. If you ever wanted to case the joint, I know they’d be interested.”

  “Oh my God, Mark, I’m hanging up now.”

  This was classic for my wannabe criminal ex.

  “Just think about it, okay?”

  I slammed the phone down and slid back into my bed, furious that I’d had my fantasies interrupted by that nonsense. Case the place? I rolled my eyes, trying to even imagine myself playing spy like that.

  Slowly though, my anger faded away as I let myself breath. And slowly, as I let myself sink back into the covers, I let my mind move back to where it’d been before.

  On them.

  And then, as the heat crept back into my skin and to that place between my legs, I wasn’t thinking about Mark and his ideas of “casing the place” anymore.

  No, but I was thinking about casing Luke and Jordan.

  I bit my lip as I pushed my hands back down my body beneath the sheets. I blushed as I felt how wet I was, how slick my lips where at the thought of the two of them. I’d never before had fantasies like this - fantasies involving two men. And I’d certainly never experienced it. It felt so naughty, and so wicked, and so deliciously slutty to want them both like that. It was so wrong, and so dirty, and yet it had me hotter than I’d ever been.

  I imagined them closing in on me, their eyes devouring me as they pressed against me. I imagined them taking charge, and dominating me - pulling my clothes off, desperate to have me.

  And I imagined what I would feel like to have to men touching me like that at the same time. I moaned and slid a finger into my wet pussy as I imagined what it would be like to have two hard and instant cocks in my hands.

  Or in my mouth.

  Or taking me at the same time.

  I moved my fingers faster and faster, my eyes closed and my breath coming ragged as I imagined Luke and Jordan making me theirs.

  And when I came, the orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me and burying me in my fantasies as I cried out into the crook of my arm.

  Later, after a quick shower, I groaned as I buried my head in my hands. God, what was wrong with me? Here I was masturbating to my two bosses - to the idea of the two of them dominating me at the same time. I’d never had fantasies like that, or desires like that. I’d never thought of two men together, and I’d never had the urge to be taken like that either.

  But there it was, burning like a little flame inside my head, keeping my body on fire and tingle with more dirty thoughts until I finally drifted off to sleep.

  And very, very dirty dreams…

  5

  Sasha

  Needless to say, my face was bright red as I walked into my job on my second day. I felt like everyone could tell what dirty thoughts I’d been having the night before about our two handsome bosses. I felt like my wicked sins were all over my face as I said hello to Tilly and some other people I’d me the day before in the office. And as I made my way to my desk outside their office, I realized with a small shiver up my back that I was absolutely dripping wet.

  * * *

  Anyways, like I said, it was the air conditioning that started the whole thing. I’d felt the heat as soon as I’d walked into the o
ffice; the hot, humid oppressive heat of a closed office building with no air conditioning in the middle of summer. Tilly looked a mess when she saw me, exasperatingly trying to explain the problem and how someone was coming but they weren’t here yet, and something about how unacceptable this was for a company of our stature.

  By the time I got to my cubicle, I had drips of sweat slowly tricking down my spine. When I sat down at my desk by the window though, I groaned; bolted shut. Of course it was bolted shut, we were in an office on the thirty-somehingth floor of a building. Luckily, I’d grabbed iced coffee on the way in, and I gratefully took big swallow of it as I settled into my hot, leather chair for the day.

  I’d barely made it two minutes into my work when it happened. The phone rang suddenly, and when I jerked around from my computer to answer it, my elbow caught the plastic cup of iced coffee sitting on the edge of my desk.

  Fuck. Me.

  It went everywhere; splashing all over my skirt as it dumped cold coffee and milk right into my lap. I jumped up with a shout, cursing at myself as I looked down at the ridiculous mocha-colored liquid rapidly staining the front of my clothes. Quickly, I grabbed the gym bag I’d brought to work with me for my workout after, and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could.

  In the ladies room stall, I groaned as I took stock of the situation; there was no way I was wearing that skirt today, or maybe ever. I might’ve been able to soak some of the stain out with cold water - if I was at home, and not at my first day at my demanding new job. I ripped open my gym bag, praying that I had something in there besides running shorts or old sweatpants.

  Shit.

  The tennis skirt was tiny; like, really really tiny. It was meant to be worn over some kind of compression shorts or leggings, but without those things, it might as well have been some sort of a slutty halloween costume. I groaned; why did this have to happen in my first week! Still, it was better than my coffee-stained mess of a dress skirt, so it’d have to do.

  And then I realized my other problem, and the panic really set in: my panties were soaked.

  Not soaked as in “oops I spilled some water”, and certainly not in the way my dirty thoughts of Luke and Jordan made them. No, these were soaked with coffee, milk, and sugar. There was no fucking way I was going to keep them against my body like that all day in this heat.

  They’d have to go. Quickly, trying not to think about what I was about to do, I skimmed them down my legs and tossed them into my gym bag along with my wrecked skirt.

  When I saw myself in the mirror, I almost wanted to cry. I looked in no way like I was there for professional reasons; unless that profession was jumping out of a cake or swinging around a pole for dollar bills. The skirt barely made it a third of the way down my smooth thighs, hardly covering my ass as I turned to glance over my shoulder. And God, knowing that I didn’t have any damn panties on underneath it only made it ten times worse! But, I had a job to do; there’s no way I could leave now.

  I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself, before I turned and headed back out to the office.

  * * *

  I felt absolutely scandalous walking back through the rows of cubicles back to my own desk next to Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone’s office door. No one said anything, but I know I saw more than a few raised eyebrows as I marched back to my desk with my bare legs flashing for the whole office.

  What didn’t help was that every swish of my legs and every wisp of air that tingled up my tiny skirt had a teasing effect on my bare slit, making me blush even deeper as I walked back.

  Finally, I got to the quiet of my own desk and partition, and sat down with a heavy sigh and buzzing sense of wild desire threatening to burst out of me from the saucy little display I’d just given the whole office. I gasped as I sat on the warm leather chair when I realized my bare ass and pussy were going to be touching the leather itself without anything in between; the skirt was simply too small. Whats more, the humid heat of the office and the warm touch of the leather against my bare lips had an almost erotic effect of me, and I found myself biting my lip as I tried to concentrate on the computer screen in front of me.

  Just make it through the day, thats it.

  “Sasha? Would you come in here?”

  The intercom squawked to life with the sound of Mr. Steel’s gruff, husking voice, and I bit my lip groaned: I was going to have to walk into those men’s office, dressed like this.

  I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to stand and turn towards the big wooden door.

  You can do this. They probably just want you to fax something; in and out.

  I felt my face blush at the “in and out” innuendo before I pushed that thought away, open the big doors, and stepped inside.

  The door swung shut behind me.

  Their desks were on either side of the room, facing each other. Mr. Steel sat back in his big leather chair, behind his huge smooth wooden desk and surrounded by the richly wooded shelves holding hundreds of leather-bound books that walled the office. Mr. Stone stood by the window, looking over some papers. They both turned and looked up, grinning at me as I stepped in - both with those same smugly confident smiles I’d seen yesterday at our first meeting.

  The second thing I noticed after how insanely attractive they still were, was how cool it was. Their office had it’s own air conditioning.

  I groaned in relief, feeling the cool air breeze over me, only then being reminded about my lack of panties as the cool air teased up my legs, making me shiver.

  Jordan raised an eyebrow at me as his eyes hungrily moved up my smooth, bare legs.

  “Hardly office attire, wouldn’t you say Sasha?”

  I blushed bright red, stammering in front of him; “I’m- I’m so sorry, Mr. Stone, I spilled coffee, and-“

  “It’s fine.” Luke waved his hand dismissively from behind his desk, before standing and moving around to the front of it and leaning back against it.

  “And how are you finding the new duties?”

  God he was attractive. They both were, and my dirty little fantasies of the previous night came rushing back in a heated flush.

  Those damned smiles, supremely confident and almost cocky, and those piercing eyes shamelessly wandered up and down the generous expanse of my legs that were openly on display. And while every other guy back out there in the rest of the office had tossed their suit jackets aside and pulled at their ties hours ago, this office was cool enough that they were still impeccably dressed in their tailored suits.

  “Th-they’re good!” I said cheerily. “Aside from the iced coffee of course.”

  Jordan smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

  He moved from the window and started walking across his office.

  “Sasha, would you mind working in here for the afternoon and assisting us in re-filing a few things around the office?” He smirked. “That is, if you won’t get too cold in here.”

  I nodded. “Of course!”

  “Excellent;” he said, his eyes still on my scandalously bare legs before darting to Luke, who was also eyeing me the same way that send a little thrill through my body.

  “You can begin with that stack over there by the bar cart.”

  6

  Luke

  God she was like a fucking magnet. She was like this explosive, fiery flame, and we were moths to it.

  She started on one side of our office, going through some old stacks of files that really didn’t need organizing anyways. But we had to have her there - had to have her close to us in the proximity of that office.

  And fuck if we were getting anything done while she was there. We did actually have work to do, too. We did have a company to run, and numbers to crunch and shareholders to appease.

  But not with her there. With Sasha reed walking around that office, we were done.

  Having her come in to work near us had been the plan. Having her show up at our door dressed like that hadn’t.

  Fuck.

  She looked like the for
bidden fruit, and I wanted a taste. Fuck that, no, I wanted to devour the whole damn thing. I wanted to shred those clothes from her tight little body and run my mouth over every Goddamn surface of her. I wanted to claim that mouth, and run my hands up her thighs to see if she was as wet as I was hard. I wanted to force her to her knees and have her lips wrapped tight around my cock, and Jordan’s.

  I couldn’t believe she was dressed like that, although I could see from her face there as probably more to the story than just dressing to kill. She wore it with embarrassment, which only made it hotter. Because it wasn’t like she’d put on this slutty little skirt to temp us on purpose, that much was clear.

  Make no mistake, it was tempting us - I could see that plain as day on Jordan’s face across the room. But it hadn’t been deliberate, and that made it sexier.

  She waltzed around that office like fucking sin, and I knew then that we were never going to survive this girl. Not even close. She had both of us fucking hooked - line and sinker - and there was no letting go.

  I watched as she walked across the room, eyes down, blonde hair tied up on top of her head, and that sinfully short skirt teasing at what might be under it.

  Jesus, I wanted to bend her over the desk right her and now and bury every single inch of my fat cock in that tight little pussy. I wanted to take her sweet ass while Jordan filled her wet slit from the front. I wanted to hear her moaning our named, coming for us, shattering and begging us take her more, and faster, and harder, and deeper.

  But we couldn’t.

  I hated the thought that crept in, but it was true.

  We couldn’t do that. We knew where that road led, and it was nowhere but blood and pain and loss.