A Bride for Two Billionaires

by Lola Newmar

Even then, Jay was fearless and committed. He taught Brody to use his passion for the sport to surrender his fear of failure. The Bartlett name was no doubt a blessing, but it also had him craving his own identity and successes.

  “And I was a pretty serious kid at times, but Brody would make it his personal mission to get me to crack a grin. There’s always been something about him that encouraged me to just live in the moment. He reminds me that in order to live life to the fullest, you must be present, here in the moment, taking each step of the day as though you’re savoring the best flavor you’ve ever tasted.”

  Although Taylor tried to keep her eyes on the ground, making sure to not trip in her tall boots, she could feel Jay staring at her as he spoke. When she turned to meet his eyes, he quickly looked away. There seemed to be something weighing heavy on Jay’s mind, and Taylor couldn’t help but feel he was keeping her at an emotional distance. Yeah, dumbass, he’s a yummy billionaire at thirty who could bed any starlet in Hollywood. Why in hell would you expect something different?

  As they walked, Taylor noticed a heavy floral scent growing stronger with each step she took. “What is that heavenly smell? I just want to wrap myself in it.” Closing her eyes, she lifted her chin and inhaled the aroma.

  “Magnolia trees.” Brody turned to her to give her a full smile as he walked backwards for a few feet, then he turned back around and jogged deeper into the grove.

  Suddenly, millions of magnolia blossoms scattered throughout the tree branches came into view. Taylor let out a soft gasp. My heavens, bless my sight. She couldn’t dream of anything more magnificent.

  Brody reached up, plucked a large white bloom, and then handed it to her, allowing his fingers to slowly brush against the back of her hand. His soft touch and his sexy smirk caused her insides to flood with belligerent butterflies, making Taylor shudder in excitement. His amber brown eyes bore into hers, and a knot of emotion clogged Taylor’s windpipe.

  Brody visibly swallowed then breathed. “My, my, Miss Ewing. Your lips are just about the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, like a plump, cherry-colored heart.” Taylor smiled and looked down at her feet as felt the blush return to her cheeks.

  She looked up to thank him, but then she saw a glimpse of something tantalizingly colorful through the trees. She took a few steps, trying to peer through the forest of trunks to get a better look. Frustrated, she brushed past Brody then took off in the best run she could manage in her boots. .

  She burst through the grove of trees to discover a huge, calm lake with a pier extending far out from the grass, seducing its onlooker with an open invitation to the delicious water. The body of water was surrounded with neon green and dark green, sprinkled with pinks and purples, yellows and blues, the foliage serving as a magical picture frame to the lake’s magnificently raw beauty. There was even a rope swing hanging from one of the tree branches hovering over the lake. Downtown Dallas couldn’t hold a candle to its organic glow.

  She felt the men come to a sudden halt beside her.

  “Oh, wow,” she said under her breath. Then something completely unexpected and completely out of character happened to Taylor. A rush of giddiness suddenly swept through her as she stared out into the scene.

  When her father was alive, they would wake up at four o’clock in the morning every Sunday to go fishing after their country breakfast, followed by a shotgun lesson in an isolated field. It was their very own quality time, just the two of them, no nagging Mama, no ESPN, and no backbreaking job to steal her daddy away.

  Then, images of the life she’d lived for the past twelve years began to flash through her mind. Lying out at the W hotel pool, going on exotic vacations only to be isolated in a fancy resort with other Americans. Hell, the only outdoor activity her pageant Dallas clique would agree to was tennis. But, at the country club, of course. Oh, and it had to be the indoor court on hot days so their makeup wouldn’t melt off. Since her father’s death, she had yet to enjoy the pure, candid, untainted beauty of nature, and she felt overwhelmingly devastated at the thought.

  Then Brody’s husky voice echoed in her mind. In order to live life to the fullest, you must be present, here in the moment. His words were like a new pair of glasses. Taylor realized that, despite her efforts to shield her heart since her daddy’s death, she wasn’t any happier today than she was then. Her system of prioritizing awards, trophies, and the wellbeing of others over her own emotional health definitely didn’t feel like it was very healthy.

  But Brody gave her the answer to her problems with that one line. Instead of thinking about home, her mother’s approval, Amber’s exhausting drama, her reputation, or contemplating the risk of loving someone, she would surrender herself to the now. Whatever the outcome would be with Jay and Brody, whatever their intentions may be, Taylor decided she would give herself permission to enjoy right here, right now.

  She couldn’t help but laugh aloud, causing confused looks on the men that stood beside her. She didn’t even announce what she was laughing at, but they smiled in response anyway.

  Taylor then quickly reached down and removed her new boots then she placed Brody’s velvety magnolia safely inside one. Taking one more good look at the exquisite image before her, then at those standing beside her, she lifted her dress over her head, tossed it aside, and ran toward the lake.

  * * * *

  “Let’s jump in!” As Taylor made her way down the pier, she occasionally looked over her right shoulder to show them her giggling face as ran to the water wearing only her matching white lace thong and strapless bra.

  “Fuck,” whispered Brody, his blood immediately flowing to his dick as he took in the image of Taylor’s tan, flawless little bubble butt bouncing in bright white lace as she ran to the water. He never saw an ass as perfectly plumped, yet toned, as Taylor’s. “I have died and gone to fucking Heaven. Well,” Brody paused as he turned to Jay, “hopefully, we will be fucking Heaven soon.”

  Jay started to laugh and shake his head, but Brody was off, running to the water instead of waiting for a response. Brody continued to watch as Taylor briefly paused at the edge to take a final look back then glided through the air in a graceful dive.

  Brody gave absolutely no hesitation. Just as he saw his Taylor swim back up to the surface, he stripped down to his boxers then jumped in. “Woo hoo!” His cannonball resulted in a huge splash, and a loud shriek of joy from Taylor. He resurfaced a few inches in front of her face, causing Taylor to break into hysterical laughter as he shook out the water from his hair and onto her. He smiled widely as he watched a drop of water make its way down her cheek and pause at the tiny brown beauty mark to the right of her upper lip. Taylor was such a classic beauty, just like the bombshells in the old movies his mother watched, simply stunning.

  Her smile and her laugh were instant drugs. Her happiness gave him a buzz like nothing he’d ever defiantly experimented with in his past. Brody knew then there would be nothing in the world that could stop him from making sure he had his Taylor fix every day, for the rest of his life.

  As Taylor’s laugh slowly began to settle to a soft giggle, her eyes stared at Brody’s mouth, following his tongue as it glided along his lips. He watched as her eyes glazed over with lust and heat, and for the first time, he noticed how the sun reflected swirls of gold in her irises.

  Brody reached to touch her face, resting his fingertips on the side of her neck. Taylor closed her eyes and exhaled a soft whimper the moment his skin came into contact with hers. His cock jumped in delight at how surprisingly responsive she was to him.

  Brody leaned in, briefly hovering over her flushed, parted lips as he inhaled the scent of the melon-cucumber lotion that still clung to her skin. It would be his first kiss as a man in love, and he wanted to remember every curve of her mouth and the flavor of her tongue.

  Using both lips to lightly embrace her bottom lip, Brody started with a small double-suck, and he could already hear a soft moan start to form in the back of her throat. He opened his mouth
, inviting Taylor’s warm, wet tongue to wedge itself between his lips. He growled deeply as she explored his mouth using random flicking motions mixed with slow, long caresses, sweeter than candy.

  He felt his hard-on rub against her stomach as she wrapped her soft, delicate arms around his neck and pressed her billowy chest to his. Her nipples had formed into hard pebbles, and a jolt of heat spread to his balls when she unconsciously brushed across one of his nipples with hers. Brody fisted Taylor’s hair as he pulled her deeper into his kiss. She moaned louder as the passion of his caress intensified. Reaching below the water’s surface, Brody grabbed Taylor’s ass and lifted her until her lush thighs gripped the sides of his waist. Her skin was even silkier than it looked.

  Brody let out a low groan as Taylor took his silent direction and wrapped her smooth, golden legs around his waist. She softly gyrated her hips, torturing him with the tease of the friction. When she dropped her head back, he took it as an invitation to finally, finally, taste the perfect, large globes that were peeking above the lace trim of her bra.

  He effortlessly lifted her small frame until his view was obscured by the pink nipples poking for release through the bra’s white lace. Using his tongue, Brody slowly traced a silky path from the top of her right tit down to her cleavage. He tongue fucked the warm valley for several moments before continuing the path up her left breast. Instead of ending at the top, his tongue made a detour to the edge of lace and pushed it back to taste the nipple that stood at attention underneath. Taylor let out a soft cry as he circled his tongue around the stiff peak.

  Needing to taste her again, Brody brought her mouth back down to his, and she immediately dove in for the kiss. Suddenly, Taylor pulled her face away to look up at the pier. Brody only used the opportunity to kiss and lick her neck more. He didn’t really care what got her attention. He couldn’t stop tasting her.

  * * * *

  Jay toed off his shoes, peeled off his white T-shirt, and pulled off his shorts before he began to make his walk to the pier in his black boxer briefs. Dead man walking.

  He could hear Taylor’s laughter, and it gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. Although he’d told himself he just wanted Taylor as a quick fling, getting to know her and seeing her surrender herself to the magic of Male Order right before their eyes, he wondered if he would really be able to stop himself from falling in love with Miss Taylor Ewing.

  When he began to walk on the pier, he could see that Brody was kissing her deeply. They kissed like they were running out of time, urgently and desperately. He then watched as Brody lifted Taylor to work his mouth on her full tits, her amazing tits. His hard-on almost grew painful as he watched Brody use his tongue to pull Taylor’s nipple out of her bra and into his sucking mouth.

  Damn, Taylor looked so gorgeous with her head flung back, moaning in ecstasy, her eyes closed as her silky auburn hair cascaded down her back. Too damn gorgeous. For the first time in his life, Jay doubted his abilities to successfully complete a challenge. And he never considered “not falling in love” as much of a challenge. But then there was her.

  Jay’s toes touched the edge of the pier just as Brody and Taylor began to kiss again. He couldn’t help but give his cock a quick, firm squeeze to ease some of the ache that had developed as he watched the nearly naked goddess’s sexual hunger deepen with each touch Brody gave her.

  Jay reached up to put his fingers on his temples as he squeezed his eyes shut. Think, Jay, think. Shit! This is fucking emotional suicide.

  “Jay.”

  Jay’s head immediately snapped up at the soft, sensual southern purr of her voice.

  “Jay, join us. Please.”

  Taylor looked up at him with those Goddamn innocent-looking doe eyes. She was almost begging him with that hypnotic stare. The thought of Taylor begging for him on her knees, naked and bound, was almost enough to make him explode all over them right then and there.

  Brody continued to shower Taylor’s neck with attention since she had released his kiss to talk to Jay. He could see that Brody’s intense passion for Taylor was completely unlike any chemistry he had ever witnessed between his friend and a woman.

  Brody must have sensed Jay’s hesitation. Although he spoke as he rubbed the side of his face against Taylor’s naked, beaded nipples, Brody took a break from the kissing to turn his head to Jay. “You’re completely in control, Jay. It’s whatever you want.”

  Brody always knew exactly what to say to calm him down.

  “So, do you want to get wet with us, Jay?”

  But Taylor knew even better.

  Looking in her eyes, his gut wrenched as if he were at the top of a rollercoaster loop anticipating the frightening drop below. He took a deep breath and dove in.

  * * * *

  Taylor couldn’t think of a more beautiful image than the look in Jay’s eyes when she had asked him to join her. Although she could sense Jay had been holding up an emotional wall since they met, the look in his eyes at that moment was the most vulnerable Jay had been since she’d met him.

  Jay’s large body landed in the water with a huge splash. She smiled in encouragement as he began to swim his way toward her. Before Taylor realized Brody had swum away, she heard a loud “Woo hoo!” and turned to see Brody swinging from the rope swing a few trees down from them. He crashed to the water below.

  Taylor suddenly felt the masculine warmth of Jay’s body as he moved closer to her, and she whipped around in the water to face him. She prayed her brain was branded with the memory of how beautiful Jay Stephens looked at that moment. Crystal water drops sprinkled his tanned, broad shoulders, his full bottom lip slightly quivering from the chill of the lake, his raven-colored hair dripping a little water down the sides of his face. His jade eyes darkened to an emerald color, but they were no less hypnotizing, especially with the sunrays that shone down and made them sparkle. “Brody never gets this shaken up for just a slice of cherry pie.”

  “Excuse me?” Taylor’s voice seethed with attitude at his disrespectful innuendo. “I’m not a slice cherry of pie, Mr. Stephens.”

  But instead of apologizing, Jay moved even closer until their faces were just a few inches apart and whispered, “Of course you’re not.” Jay enveloped her body in his muscular arms, pulling their torsos together as he took her mouth in his. Her already swollen clit throbbed in reaction to the firm, hungry sucking he was giving her tongue. He broke away and looked down at her. “Mmm, but you sure taste like a cherry pie.”

  Taylor wanted to protest, sass him for being such a pompous barbarian. How dare he compare her to a piece of food. She would never accept such behavior from a man. But the way he drawled cherry pie sure was sexy, and the ache deep inside her pussy betrayed her logical thought of slapping him across his face for such talk.

  Jay moved closer, his eyes grazing over every exposed inch of her upper body. Now! Slap the arrogant ape now! Her brain struggled to scream reason into her consciousness, but oh, he smelled so damn good. He bent his head down, and his tongue began making a slick, winding trail from her jaw line, down the scoop of her neck, and then wedged in the cleavage of her swollen breasts.

  She searched for the strength to tell him no, to push him away and take back the control he’d taken from her. All she could manage was a deep moan as he firmly held her by the waist and lifted her body to his face. She gripped his large shoulders, and his mouth slowly tasted her stiff, aroused nipples.

  Tell him to stop.

  “Don’t stop! Oh, Jay, don’t stop!” She probably should have been listening to her head, but her bratty pussy was just so much louder.

  “If your juice tastes anything like your tongue or tits, I’ll never go hungry again.”

  He lowered her back down, and she immediately felt his enormous erection. He managed to sustain his cool countenance, despite his giant cock jumping against her body as if it were coaxing her body to move in closer.

  She then felt Brody’s warm hands holding her shoulders from behind. He then ge
ntly brushed her hair to the side as he kissed the back of her neck with tiny pecks and warm touches of the tip of his tongue. His warm breath against her wet skin gave her a chill, leaving behind patches of gooseflesh. Never before had Taylor ever lost control of her desire, but being sandwiched between the two gorgeous, sexy best friends wrung the life out any chance she would be able to stop.

  She reached back with her left arm while she kept her other wrapped around Jay’s neck, then she clenched Brody’s hair. The wet, soft waves slipped between her fingers like silk. She moaned in pleasure as the realization of being with two men at once crashed down on Taylor’s stunned consciousness.

  Jay looked into her eyes as he gathered her breasts from her bra. She felt Brody’s giant hands around her waist as he slightly lifted her in the water, giving Jay better access to her tits while Brody softly traced his nose and lips along the curves of her back. Jay let out a deep growl as he pushed her breasts together to capture her nipples in his warm mouth at the same time.