Beauty and the Billionaire Brothers

by Elliot, Nicole

  “Turns out this sweet little niece of mine is worth a whole hell of a lot more than I realized.”

  “Rudino,” Wyatt warned, gritting his teeth. “Where is Kayla?”

  The screen pivoted and Jason’s lungs seized when he saw Kayla sitting on the bed crying.

  “Kayla?”

  “She’s fine. Calm down. You think I’d hurt my own flesh and blood?”

  “Damn it, Rudino. What is this about?”

  They waited for a response.

  “This is about finally getting what I deserve. Finally getting what is mine.”

  “What you deserve?” Wyatt’s tone grew increasingly more hostile. “You fucked us over, you bastard. You are lucky you have Kayla in your life. Lucky I didn’t come after you with the full force of our global company.”

  The man sat on the bed next to his weeping niece. “Honey, tell your boyfriends what they need to do.” He handed her the phone.

  Kayla wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

  “You didn’t do anything,” Jason tried to comfort her. “Are you ok? Has he hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “No. But he want’s five million dollars.”

  Wyatt pressed his lips together. “Done.”

  Jason looked at him. “Are you crazy?”

  “What else?” Wyatt asked. “What else does he want?”

  She looked next to her. “Residual annual fees for my dowry.” The tears fell from her cheeks.

  “What the fuck is a dowry?” Jason roared. “This is not the damn 1700s.”

  Rudino snatched the phone away. “If you want in on my family. If you want my niece, that is the price. Five million upfront and I’d say half a million each year after that should take care of it.”

  “No,” Kayla sputtered. “Don’t do it, Wyatt. Don’t even think about paying him.”

  Wyatt looked over at Jason. “Tell the pilot to chart us for New York.”

  He nodded. “Got it.” He would fly them himself if he had to. Jason pulled out his phone and listened as Wyatt continued the call.

  “We will be there tonight. If you hurt her, or even consider touching her.”

  Rudino shot him a glare. “Get me the money.”

  He hung up and the screen went blank.

  33

  Kayla

  The next few hours were torture. Uncle Rudy ordered trays of room service while she huddled on the bed and waited. She listened to him eat with his mouth open. He had always been a slob. The kind of man who walked around with a stain on his shirt leftover from something smelly at lunch.

  “Finally, you’re good for something, Kayla. Good for something. I knew I did good taking you in.”

  “Shut up,” she shouted. “This is completely illegal what you’re doing. It’s called extortion.”

  “It’s money. Money you owe me. I deserve every fucking penny they are paying me.” He reached into a silver platter for a handful of French fries. At least if he was going to order room service at the Waldorf, he could have tried the lobster or something refined, but that was never who her uncle was.

  He was the man who thought everyone owed him something. His deals would go sour, but he never could see the role he played in it. There was another person to blame. Someone else to take responsibility. He even blamed his sister for dying and leaving her child behind. That’s the kind of man he was.

  “No one owes you anything. My parents left me money, which you could have used to pay for a roof over my head, or food on my plate, but you gambled it. You didn’t pay for me to go to college. I earned scholarships and worked two jobs to get through school. There was the time you had to pay something when I broke my arm. But I could write you a check for five hundred dollars. No one owes you a damn thing. You are insane.”

  “That’s enough. Just like your mother, trying to talk down to me.”

  Kayla stood from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” He eyed her.

  “I have to use the restroom. Is that ok with you?” Her question dripped with sarcasm.

  He waved her off. “I don’t give a shit. They’ll be here soon with my money.”

  Kayla locked the door behind her. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. It revived her in some small way.

  How had this happened? How had things gone so far? She blamed herself for bragging to him the other night. She never should have mouthed off about how close she was to Wyatt and Jason. If he hadn’t known, he wouldn’t have been able to use that leverage to extort more money from the brothers.

  God, what had she done?

  She pressed her palms onto the coolness of the marble countertops. What would she say to Wyatt? To Jason? Did this ruin things between them? Would her family ties change their opinion of her? Would they believe she was somehow mixed up in her uncle’s scheme?

  There was a pit in her stomach from all the questions. All she could hope for was a chance to explain.

  She jumped when she heard her uncle pound on the door. She hadn’t expected him to interrupt her time in the bathroom.

  “I need some privacy,” she shouted at the door.

  “I don’t care. They’re here.”

  She threw open the door. “Where? Wyatt and Jason are here?”

  He wiped his greasy fingers on the front of his shirt. “You go to the door. Let them in. And make sure they’ve got my money.”

  Kayla ran through the suite. She couldn’t get to the front door fast enough. All she wanted was to throw herself in Wyatt’s and Jason’s arms. She wanted to tell them she never meant for this to happen. She never intended for her crooked uncle to threaten them this way. To steal from them. She was ashamed. She was embarrassed. But more than anything, she was scared she was going to lose them both. She couldn’t blame them if they broke up with her. She had put them in a terrible position.

  There was a second knock on the door. She reached for the handle and as soon as she opened it, she spotted Wyatt’s deep look of concern. He pulled her into the corridor.

  “Shh.” He pushed his fingers to his lips. She looked to the left and the right, and counted seven police officers.

  “Oh my God,” she mouthed.

  Jason held her waist and whispered in her ear. “We’ve got this.”

  She nodded as Wyatt walked in first. She wanted to pull him back into the hallway with her and Jason. What if her uncle did something crazy?

  But Wyatt carried a look of determination and she knew there was no talking him out of it. She turned into Jason’s chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

  “You ok, love?” he whispered.

  She nodded. “He never touched me. He just wants the money. He has lost it. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

  “I know.” He brushed her hair back. “But we’ve got this. It’s going to be ok.”

  She stiffened in his arms when she heard a commotion inside the suite. “Wyatt!” she called in fear. There was a loud crack and she could hear the police scuffling inside. There was no way to know what was happening.

  Jason held her tightly.

  Something crashed against the wall and she shuddered.

  A few minutes later, the door was kicked open. She stared in disbelief when her uncle was escorted from the suite. His face was bleeding. His eye was already swollen shut. She looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists.

  “Your own family.” He spat a mouthful of blood on the floor. “You little bitch.”

  “You are not my family,” she hissed.

  The police officers holding him shoved him into the elevator. “That’s enough.”

  “Mr. Miller, we can call you if we have further questions?” Wyatt faced the lead officer asking questions.

  “Of course. Anything Jason and I can do to make sure he is behind bars for the rest of his life.”

  “Then we’ll call you, sir.” He looked at Kayla. “Miss Dauer, can we take a few minutes to get a statement from you at the station?”

  She nodded.r />
  Wyatt stepped in front of her. “You can take her statement here. Thank you for responding so quickly, but I’m sure you can appreciate the ordeal Ms. Dauer has been through tonight. I don’t think the station is necessary. Why don’t we step inside the suite?”

  Wyatt walked with him inside. Kayla was amazed by how easily he could sway the police officer to change his protocol.

  “You up for this?” Jason asked, holding her hand.

  “I’m fine. Really. If answering some questions, helps. Then, yes. I’m up for it.” They walked inside the room and she sat at the dining room table while the officer went through a series of questions.

  Finally, he wrapped up with the last one and told Kayla he felt confident he had all the information he needed on her uncle.

  Wyatt walked him to the elevators and returned to the suite.

  “Are you ok?” he looked at her.

  She walked from Jason’s arms into his. She nodded. “Now I am.”

  34

  Kayla

  “Really, I’m fine. Stop fussing. Nothing happened, except some extortion.” Wyatt had refused to let her feet touch the floor since the police had left. “You can put me down.”

  Jason was on the phone with the front desk.

  “What’s going on?” she asked him.

  “I want to get another room. There’s no way you’re staying here tonight.” He looked over the half-eaten room service trays with distain.

  She nodded. “You’re right. I’m not. I want to go home.”

  Wyatt squeezed her shoulders. “You’re in shock. Putting you on a plane is the last thing you need. We’ll take care of you tonight and we’ll leave in the morning.”

  “I’m not in shock.” She looked at him defiantly. “I want to be in my bed with you and you.” She turned to catch Jason’s attention. “I’m not hurt. He was never going to physically harm me. He never has. I was scared I had ruined everything. And being with you two is the only way that’s going to feel any better.”

  Jason put down his phone. “You haven’t ruined anything. Your uncle is an asshole who tried to sell you to us. He’s going to prison, Kayla.”

  Wyatt shook his head. “If this is anyone’s doing, it’s mine. I wanted to pay him off and if I had, this never would have happened.”

  “You what?”

  Wyatt’s voice stilled for a second. “Before the New York trip I had a conversation with Jason. I was worried something like this might happen, or could happen. I didn’t trust Rudino not to use you again for his own business. I thought the only way to keep that from happening was to pay him off for good.”

  She blinked. “I don’t know what to say.”

  Wyatt groaned, “I know how it sounds. I wasn’t trying to buy you for us. I swear. I was trying to buy your safety. Secure your freedom.”

  Kayla smiled softly. They were all afraid of losing each other. Wyatt was just as scared as she was. “It’s ok. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” She stepped into his arms again, tilting her lips toward his.

  His mouth collided with hers. He kissed her as Jason’s hands wrapped around her waist and she spun into his embrace. She left Wyatt’s lips only to meet Jason’s soft lips with heated tenderness. Wyatt kissed her neck as his hands smoothed over her clothes. She pushed back into him and groaned when she felt the hardness of his cock through her skirt. Jason’s mouth fired with passion.

  “I-I want you to take me,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  Jason stepped back, eyeing his best friend. “New room?”

  Wyatt smirked. “I have something even better. Baby, did you say you wanted to fly home?”

  She bit her lower lip. “Yes, but I’m willing to wait a little longer.”

  “Can you wait twenty minutes?” he asked.

  She grinned.

  * * *

  “We are not to be disturbed at any point during the flight,” Wyatt instructed the flight attendant. “Unless of course we’re going to crash. At that point, you may inform us.”

  Kayla suppressed a giggle. She loved it when he was bossy.

  “Yes, sir. We will remain in the crew cabin for the entire flight.”

  Jason tucked his hand around Kayla’s waist, dragging it between her thighs. “Did you hear that, love? No disturbances.”

  She nodded. “Yes.” It was hard to wait any longer. “I’ve never had sex on a plane.”

  “That will be remedied in about five minutes.” He tugged on the edge of her skirt until it hit the seatbelt.

  Kayla leaned into the leather seat.

  “Spread your legs, so I can make sure your pussy is ready.”

  Kayla looked around. “But we’re still on the ground.”

  Wyatt took the open couch seat next to her. His fingers pressed into her knee, pulling it toward him. “There’s no lube on this flight.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “That’s right. We need your pussy dripping. Dripping so wet. So hot. You’ve got to let us help you get there.”

  “Oh God.” She leaned into her chair for stability, as Jason widened her knee. “But the leather…”

  “We can replace the leather,” Wyatt growled into her ear. “What we can’t replace is you.” He kissed her. “You are everything to us, Kayla. Everything.”

  Jason’s fingers worked themselves under her panties. His finger found her clit and she bucked.

  “Easy,” he whispered. “Relax and let me do the work for you.”

  She sank into the seat as the pleasure filled her. He pushed a finger inside her just as the engines began to rev. They were getting ready to take off.

  Wyatt took her mouth, biting on her lips, sucking the corners. His hands rounded over her tits, squeezing and twisting.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so good.”

  “For the record, I would have paid ten million dollars for you,” he groaned. “Or twenty million considering how sweet your ass is.”

  She wanted to rip the seatbelt off and free herself, but the plane was climbing into the sky. Jason pumped his fingers in and out of her, spreading her juices around her thighs.

  “Lift your ass for me,” he coaxed.

  She did as he asked just as he pushed a finger inside her hole.

  “Oh shit,” she hissed.

  “You want it all, don’t you?” he asked. “Because I want in there. It’s the one thing of you I don’t have Kayla.” He turned her head toward him.

  She nodded. “It’s yours.”

  Wyatt growled. “And I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy, baby. Fuck it until you’re so high you can’t come down.”

  She didn’t care what the flight rules were. She didn’t care if the alarms went off in the plane. She unclipped the seatbelt and laid herself across them. She wanted to be under their control. She wanted them to take her body to all the places they promised.

  Jason and Wyatt rose from the couch, taking her clothes to the ground. She stood naked before them. Wyatt’s fingers replaced Jason’s as he strummed her clit, making sure her juices flowed freely. He continued to coat her ass with a slice of his finger over her tight puckered hole.

  They each undressed in front of her. She reached forward, taking Wyatt’s cock in her hand and then Jason’s. She sighed with satisfaction. They grunted as she gave them a few pumps each.

  Wyatt positioned himself on the couch. “Come here.”

  She climbed on top of him. His lips sucking her tit until her head was thrown back with passion. He clamped on her nipple, making it hard and sore with pulsing shocks.

  Jason was behind her, running a line from her pussy to her backdoor. Coating her over and over again, so he could ease into her tight ass.

  “Oh her ass is sweet, brother,” he groaned.

  Wyatt looked in her eyes. “I know.”

  She was drowning in them both. This was completely different and new. She never relied on Wyatt to steady her. It was always Jason’s emerald gaze that held her. But now she had to put that trust in Wyatt. And
Jason was the one, she had to trust with her sacred spot. She wanted him there. She wanted all of it to come full-circle.

  His cock pushed into the rim of her muscles, toying with her ass. Pushing ever so slightly against the erogenous zone she had come to love. It was her new favorite part of sex.

  Wyatt cupped her cheeks. “You are so fucking beautiful like this.”

  “I am?” She didn’t know why this worked for the three of them, only that it did. That it felt right when one took her from behind. When one watched and the other gave. It worked in a beautiful delicate balance.

  She loved showing them how they made her feel. The look in their eyes when one of them made her come. There was more devotion and power in those gazes than anything she could explain. It was pure and real. The harder she came, the deeper the bond with the man who held her.

  “You are the most fucking beautiful woman on the planet, Kayla. And we love you. I love you.”

  “Oh Wyatt. I love you too.”

  Jason pushed until the head of his cock was just inside her. The pressure burned. She closed her eyes. He popped it out and back in again, groaning each time with animalistic pleasure.

  “I love you, Kayla.” His hand ran over her back.

  “I love you, Jason. I love you both so much.”

  “I’m going to love fucking this ass of yours, love.” He sank himself into her, pushing deep in her forbidden zone while Wyatt kissed her. With one thrust Wyatt was in her pussy, stretching her walls with his wide cock. She hadn’t expected them to take her so close together. Everything spiraled out of control.

  She arched in pleasure, thrashing her body between them. The fullness of it was unbelievable. And Wyatt had been right. It was easier this time. The pain quickly became erotic as they pumped together.

  “Oh her ass is tight,” Jason pumped.

  “I fucking love your pussy,” Wyatt groaned. “Fuck me, Kayla. Fuck me harder.”

  She squeezed her walls around him as Jason panted behind her.

  “Oh love, keep it up. You’re going to make me come hard in your ass. So fucking hard.”

  She rocked and dipped her hips. She squeezed and gripped their cocks in unison. Her heart beat erratically as the orgasms built and emerged. She wanted to give them both a new experience. She wanted Jason to love her ass as much as Wyatt did. She wanted Wyatt to feel the beautiful connection in her pussy.