A Bride for Two Billionaires

by Lola Newmar

  “Well, sharing a community shower with twenty other freshmen had its benefits. You learn speed.”

  “Sounds brutal.” Brody reached out to quickly brush his fingertips across the soft, exposed skin of the side of her waist. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he explained when she appeared to shudder from the touch.

  She stared at him for a moment. “It’s, um, it’s okay. Just a little ticklish, is all.”

  “We’ll try to keep that in mind,” Jay told her as he took a step toward her. Brody could see Taylor’s body stiffen when Jay closed the small distance between them. He then watched as their lips met, Jay’s tongue slowly creeping through Taylor’s mouth in a long kiss.

  “Good morning, baby,” Jay said softly, gazing in her eyes after breaking their kiss.

  “Good morning.” Taylor sounded breathless.

  Jay broke her trance with a soft pat on her round ass as he gently nudged her to the limo. “Come on, let’s get in. We have a long day ahead.”

  Once they were all settled in the back, Brody opened a bottle of Cristal to make a few mimosas. “Pulp or no pulp?” He held two different cartons of orange juice in front of Taylor.

  “Pulp, please.”

  “You know, you’re a little more country than we thought,” Jay teased. “We just might end up overlooking the fact you grew up in the city.”

  “Well, Dallas city girls are pretty much country girls, but with better outfits.” The men laughed at her joke.

  “So now what?” Taylor asked as they drank from their champagne flutes.

  “Well, we actually have a favor to ask.” Brody carefully set down his glass on the surface next to the ice bucket. “The annual Male Order cotillion is in a few days, and we would love it if you were our date. That is, unless someone else has beat us to it.” Brody silently wished they would have met her a little sooner. A girl like Taylor couldn’t have gone this long in Male Order without at least a few date proposals.

  “A few of the town boys have mentioned it, but to be honest, I don’t have anything remotely appropriate to wear at such a grand ball, so I’ve just been declining the invitations.”

  “Just say yes, and we can take care of that right now.” Jay might have attempted to hide the hope in his voice, but Brody knew his best friend enough to hear its underlying tone.

  “As in you would buy me a dress?” Her eyes were wide in confusion. “That’s incredibly sweet of you, but I just couldn’t accept something like that.” She pulled out her iPhone from her Marc Jacob’s purse. “I have an extremely talented friend named Nikki back in Dallas who’s been designing my gowns since we were kids. It’s too short of a notice to have her design one now, but she always has several ready-to-wear pieces in her studio.”

  Taylor was cut off when Brody took the glass and phone from her hands then took them in his. He took a deep breath as he tried to repress the anger that was spreading within him. Her cheating ex, Dillon Day, obviously wasn’t broke. The fact he never attempted to give his best to Taylor just confirmed how much of a tool he really was. No woman should feel guilty about being spoiled, especially one like Taylor. “Look, it’s just one gown. Do this for us, and we promise you’ll have a great time.”

  She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Fine, but nothing too extravagant, okay?”

  “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, princess.” Jay pulled her face to his, kissing her while he eagerly undid the last few buttons of her shirt.

  * * * *

  It didn’t seem like he could unbutton her blouse fast enough. The hitched sound of her breathing urged him to get to her tits faster. Jay breathed a heavy sigh of satisfaction when he finally felt a mound of warm, womanly flesh weigh heavy in his left hand.

  The soft purr that escaped from Taylor’s lips compelled him to lean down and take her sweet, pebbled beads in his mouth. He then removed his shirt and knelt between her open legs. He wanted to feel her warm cunt against his skin. He lightly sucked each nipple in turn while Taylor brushed her tiny fingers through his hair. Her moans had him looking up to view her beautifully flushed face. His erection grew painfully hard as he watched her bite her lower lip, her eyes closed as if she were straining to hold back her sounds.

  Jay could feel the heat of her mound pressed against his chest while he rested snuggly between her thighs. The material of her panties grew damp against his skin, and he instinctively pressed his body closer to hers as the desire to make her scream morphed into a need. Taylor’s body immediately reacted, and she bucked her hips against his hard pecs as if seeking further stimulation.

  “Brody, come help me. Let’s show our princess what it’s like to be finger-fucked by two men at once.” Taylor looked down to meet his gaze, her eyes widened in shock. Her gaze kept darting above their heads, obviously concerned with the driver knowing what dirty things they were doing in the backseat. But she didn’t protest when Brody scooted over to them and joined Jay in massaging her inner thighs.

  Her tits looked so damn delectable as they heaved with each breath she took, her need obviously growing as their hands inched closer to her waiting cunt. Taylor stared at their moving hands as they met at the v between her shivering thighs.

  “Oh, baby, I can smell your sweet desire. You are dripping wet for us.” Brody’s impatience had him taking over as he pulled her lavender lace panties down past her knees and off her feet.

  Jay spread her knees farther apart and looked down at Taylor’s shaven pussy, licking his lips as he stared at his breakfast. “It’s glistening with your juices, baby.” Brody continued to stare transfixed on her naked bottom half.

  “Fuck, I can see her pussy hole contracting with need already. It’s begging to be stuffed with a long, giant dick, isn’t it, princess?” Jay twirled a single index finger around her sopping entrance. He smiled as Taylor bucked her hips. He knew she hoped his finger would somehow slide straight into her oiled cunt.

  * * * *

  Taylor watched hungrily as Brody placed a single finger in his mouth and then let it join Jay’s as it wedged between her engorged pussy lips.

  “Lift your skirt up higher.” Taylor didn’t hesitate to follow Jay’s insistent command. She lifted the ruffles of her skirt until the hem rested on her lower stomach, completely exposing herself in the sunrays that shone through the sun roof. Their eyes widened farther, encouraging Taylor to spread her pussy apart with her fingers to release her erect clit from its protective hood.

  “Yeah, baby, you like playing with your pussy, don’t you?” Brody’s voice was seductive, but his smile remained gentle. “Did you finger-fuck yourself last night?”

  “No,” Taylor answered between heavy breaths. “I just pinched my clit over and over in front of my bedroom mirror until I came.”

  Both men growled at her description, and Taylor gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion of two fingers from two different hands in her cunt. Taylor’s cries of arousal and the wet sound of her juices filled the limo as the two men wiggled their fingers all along her pussy walls, hitting every sweet spot inside of her. Her body heat rose, and her breaths became shorter and more erratic.

  “Get completely naked, Taylor. Brody and I have something special for that puffy little nub down there just aching for attention.”

  Sounds good to me! Taylor quickly pulled off all her clothes and placed them in a messy pile on the seat next to her.

  She watched as they both pulled down their pants and began to jerk off while they still had the index fingers of their left hands inside her pussy. Their beautiful cocks grew darker and longer with each tug. Their moans of passion pulled all the blood in her body straight down to her engorged pussy. She held her breath in anticipation for what they had planned for her.

  “Harder, please,” Taylor begged. Brody began to lightly circle her heated clit with a thumb, and Jay continued to pump his finger in and out of her.

  “Spread yourself open really wide, then we’ll give you your next surprise,” Jay promised between heavy pant
ing.

  Taylor reached down with one hand and used her fingers to spread her lips open, but she needed so much more. “More, please! Please, Jay, I want my surprise!” Taylor pouted and cried out as she began to firmly pinch her own nipples with her free hand until she felt a dull pain send jolts of cream dripping from her folds and down the crack of her ass.

  Just when Taylor felt the first sparks of an oncoming orgasm, Jay told Brody, “Now!”

  Both men quickly moved in closer between her wide-open thighs, and each man placed their large, throbbing cocks firmly against either side of her desperate clit, using two rods of rock-hard steel to pinch the pink nub tightly. Both men cried out together as they completed their final jerks, and the violent pulses of their orgasms radiated through to Taylor’s exposed clit.

  Taylor could hardly believe her eyes. Both cocks throbbed against her exploding clit while two streams of hot, pearly white seed landed perfectly in the middle of her glistening abdomen. Taylor screamed her climax, yet she never took her eyes off the vibrating cocks that pressed down on her grateful hooded clit.

  * * * *

  After a delectable breakfast at Stephanie’s of sweet potato biscuits with a bacon, goat cheese, and zucchini quiche, they strolled out into the SoMale shopping district.

  “Wait, where’s the limo?” She looked around at the parking spaces on the road, scanning the area for the shiny, long vehicle.

  “I arranged for my truck to be waiting here for us so we can take a ride a little later to show you even more of the town,” Jay replied as he and Brody each grabbed a hand and led her down the sidewalks of the large district.

  Looking around, she realized she was surrounded by Chanel, Gucci, MAC, Marc Jacobs, and dozens of other designer boutiques. She smiled wide when she spotted “the food court,” a cluster of five-star restaurants for the shoppers to enjoy during their day. Male Order seemed to be a girl’s fantasy come true in every way.

  “This is it,” Jay said when they stopped in front of the glass doors of Jacqueline’s. Taylor had never been inside the tall doors before, but she heard they had the most gorgeous dresses in Texas. When they walked into the boutique, Taylor realized that had been a complete understatement.

  A flawlessly dressed woman greeted them when they stepped onto the black and white marble floor of the department store. “Welcome to Jacqueline’s.”

  Immediately in front of them was the makeup counters, each having a friendly face to greet them as they passed by.

  Jay grabbed Taylor’s hand and led her to the woman, “Miss Ewing is giving us the pleasure of being our date to the cotillion this weekend, and she needs a dress.”

  The woman turned her bright smile to Taylor. “Follow me, please.” She led them up a flight of stairs toward women’s formalwear. It looked like a huge cathedral, only with mannequins draped in chiffon to worship. “I’m Ms. Roberts, and I will be assisting you today. Is there anything in particular you had in mind, my dear?”

  Taylor looked around and immediately recognized some of the gowns. Paris fashion week was just the week before, and many of the dresses that were on the catwalk hung just a few feet away from her.

  “Something simple,” Taylor quickly responded before the men had a chance to answer.

  The men both laughed, obviously knowing how modest Taylor was trying to be.

  “Baby, nothing about you is simple,” Brody said. “Just let Ms. Roberts show you a few things. And we’ve arranged for someone to come and help, so they should be here soon.”

  Taylor wasn’t very comfortable at the thought of another man buying her something so elegant and just to wear once. In fact, the only gift she had ever received from a guy was a white and red teddy bear holding a box of chocolates that Dillon rushed to pick up from the drugstore for Valentine’s Day.

  Although she thought she had grown up in the high society of Dallas the last twelve years, the Male Order billionaire lifestyle trumped any flavor of luxury she had ever tasted. She used to get giddy when her step-father would buy her five hundred dollar BCBG dresses. But the gowns in Jacqueline’s were McQueens and Givenchys and…sigh…Dolces, dresses that had to be worth thousands!

  “Okay, so did you want me to call you once I’ve found something?”

  “What do you mean?” Brody looked confused.

  “I mean, don’t you two want to go kill some time while I try on clothes?”

  “Are you kidding?” Jay replied, sitting on the snow-white quilted chaise that sat in front of the dressing room. “We’re sitting right here. We wouldn’t miss you trying on a bunch of sexy dresses for anything.”

  Taylor couldn’t help but smile as Brody joined him in the white chair next to the sofa. It was like she had her own fashion catwalk and audience.

  Ms. Roberts brought her dress after dress for her to model for her cotillion dates. But despite the obvious hunger in the gazes as they looked her over in each one, they always had the same response. “It’s beautiful, but it’s not the one.” At first Taylor thought their honest opinions were refreshing. But after trying on the twelfth dress without success, she began to get frustrated. She couldn’t help but to narrow her gaze at them when they still shook their heads no. Taylor turned to return back to the dressing room when Brody’s voice stopped her.

  “Oh, yes,” Brody called out, “and here’s our special guest now.”

  “Good morning. So sorry I’m late. Lip gloss crisis, my dears. And airport security, ugh! You understand, don’t you, honey?”

  Taylor’s jaw dropped in shock. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she turned toward the loud, flamboyant voice coming through the entryway. Skipping his petite frame over to Taylor, smiling brightly, wearing black head-to-toe except for the sequin raspberry beret on his head, was Jeremiah Giordano, last season’s winner of Mission: Vogue. It was Taylor’s favorite reality show, and she’d tuned in to the fashion competition every Sunday since season one.

  Jeremiah had been the underdog of the season, a small-town Texas boy from outside of Houston with no formal fashion training. He went on to blow the judges away with his immaculate, fifteen-piece formalwear collection during the season finale. He had since transformed into one of the most in-demand couture designers in the entire world.

  Taylor vaguely remembered mentioning Mission: Vogue being her favorite show when they were eating at Hester’s the other day. But how were they able to get him here such short notice?

  When Taylor didn’t answer, speechless from the shock, Jeremiah added, “Oh, how adorable. She’s shy! No worries, my dear, I’m going to design you the best gown this town has ever seen!”

  Taylor turned to Jay and Brody, both smiling excitedly. “Wait, you mean I’m getting a custom-made evening gown?”

  “We just decided to have a little fun with you to throw you off and make you think we were just going to buy one from the store,” explained Brody proudly, then quickly assured her, “Don’t worry about Ms. Roberts. We’ll take care of her for her time. In fact, Jeremiah here is related to the Caldwells through his mother. The Caldwells have owned this store since Male Order was founded, so that gave Jeremiah the power to help us with our surprise.”

  The entire scene seemed so surreal, like a dream. “How much does that cost? You promised nothing too extravagant!”

  Jay smirked. “Actually, we didn’t promise anything, darlin’. Now just relax, and let us have our fun.”

  “So it’s fun to spend an insane amount of money on a date’s dress?”

  “No,” Brody answered, his face turning slightly serious. “It’s fun to do anything it takes to make you smile.”

  Brody was gazing at her affectionately, bringing a warmth to her insides and, of course, a smile to her face. He smiled back and gave her a sweet wink. Then that heat spread down, immediately causing her clit to engorge with sensation. Such a Prince Charming.

  Jeremiah stepped back to give her an onceover. “Wow, girl, look at you. Your boy toys mentioned on the phone that they had a
beautiful Texas pageant queen they wanted to spoil, but, honey, you are one hot bitch!”

  “Why, thank you.” Taylor blushed at the compliment, still somewhat star-struck that the fashion industry’s upcoming superstar of fierce was standing right there in front of her. She could hardly believe her five foot four frame would even be noticed by someone surrounded by flawless, six-foot-forever runway models.

  “Okay, well to start off, I’ve brought a few sketches of ideas and some basic silhouettes you can try on so we can see what works best with your figure. Now I based these on what I saw of you on the Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose Web site, and your contestant profile mentioned your basic measurements, as well…”