Newmar, Lola - A Bride for Two Billionaires [Male Order, Texas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by The Male Order, Texas Collection ]- A Bride for Two Billionaires (l

  Taylor carefully opened it. She studied the two happy, young faces that met her inside. Two children, a boy and girl, were embracing each other in a loving bear hug. The little girl was a few inches shorter than the boy. She proudly smiled wide in the photograph, her chin held high in obvious pride. Taylor smiled at the girl’s missing two front teeth. The boy affectionately rested his head on top of the small girl’s, giving the camera a calm yet sweet, closed-mouth smile.

  “We were six and eight there.”

  Taylor looked up at her. Aunt Veronica’s watery eyes were softly staring down at the locket in Taylor’s hand. “Best big brother you’d ever wanna meet,” Aunt Veronica whispered.

  For as long as she could remember, her aunt was always so bubbly and always ready to party. Yet, Veronica never seemed willing to break down her emotional walls with men, choosing to focus on Mr. Right Now rather than Mr. Right. But when it came to Taylor and her late father, Veronica’s walls collapsed. Taylor knew her aunt loved her deeply, always commenting on how she looked like her daddy with the same smile and dimples, and how they shared the same quiet, effortless charm without demanding attention.

  “Well, judging from that smile you’re giving the camera, it looks like you were very aware of that, even at that age.”

  “How could I not be?” Veronica pointed a French-manicured finger at the photo. “Your daddy was about this age when Mama began her battle with depression. When Papa wasn’t out chasing women, or passed out in his own puke on the front porch, he spent all his free time gambling our rent money away at the local game room. But with his temper, none of us minded him being gone all that much.” Taylor could see the pain cross her dear aunt’s face as she continued. “It was just a matter of months for Mama to go from bad to worse, and I remember her spending days, sometimes weeks, in bed. Joey took on the duties of dressing me for school every morning, styling my hair the best way a boy could, making my packed lunch, and cooking dinner when we got home from school. And every morning, he greeted his baby sister with a smile and hug.

  “I still remember coming home from school about a year after this, the first day of the first grade. I came to him crying because all the children in my class had handwritten notes from their mamas tucked in their lunch sacks. I remember the agony that had crossed his face as I sat at the dinner table, crying hysterically, convinced I wasn’t worthy of that kind of love. I thought maybe I had been a bad girl and that it was my fault Mama didn’t write me letters. From that day on, I would find a note from Joey in my lunch sack every day.”

  Taylor quickly brushed away the tears that gathered on her lower lashes. “So Daddy was always Daddy, even at eight.”

  “Baby girl, look at me.” Veronica held Taylor’s chin in her fingers. “Your daddy will always be your daddy, and you will always be his baby princess. No one can ever take that away from you..” Taylor lowered her face as she fought the tears continuing to build in the back of her eyes, but Veronica only lifted her chin again. “You loved your daddy so much, baby, and, my God, did he love you. When they brought you home from the hospital, your mama would have to bribe him with steaks just to get him to hand you over.” They both laughed at the image of her daddy, standing tall and macho in his dirty work clothes as he gently rocked a baby in his arms.

  “I know it hurts, Taylor,” Aunt Veronica continued. “Watching you grow up from a loving, affectionate child to an emotionally guarded young woman is not something your father would have wanted for you. You can’t avoid love just to avoid the loss. That’s not living, baby girl.”

  Jay didn’t feel his mind was in the present. As he carefully combed his freshly washed hair, he was actually debating about tomorrow. He wanted Taylor more than anything. After spending time with her over the week, his feelings had grown dangerously deeper. He couldn’t imagine how much control he was about to lose the more he spent time with her.

  To Jay, Taylor embodied all that he had been avoiding. She had class, beauty, brains, and a huge heart. A wife. A future mother.

  Papa Craig poked his head in the bathroom, a wide smile spread across his face. He was wearing his favorite flannel robe and holding his nightly Southern Comfort on the rocks. “Hey, bubba, it’s getting pretty late. You better make sure you’re rested for your day with little Miss Taylor Ewing tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, Pops, just getting ready for bed, is all.”

  His father let out another whistle just as he had when he first saw Mrs. Bartlett’s new Bugatti. “She sure is a peach if I ever saw one.”

  “Yeah, she even tastes like a peach.”

  Papa Craig threw his head back in a roar of laughter at Jay’s instant response. Jay softly smiled at the nostalgically melodious sound. He always knew just what to say to make his father laugh like that.

  “Well, my boy,” Papa Craig wiped a laughing tear from under his glasses, “on that note, I’ll see you in the morning.” Papa Craig gave him a soft pat on his back and began turning to walk away.

  “Pops?”

  “Yeah, bubba?” No matter how old or successful Jay got, his father always spoke to him in the same soft and nurturing voice like he had when Jay was a toddler.

  Jay took a second to choose his words carefully. “If you could do it all over again, with all the pain you feel now, would you still have shared a marriage with Papa Clark?”

  “I’d gladly feel this pain for a thousand lifetimes just to relive those fifteen years again.” His father said it casually, without hesitation, and walked away whistling.

  Chapter 6

  Honk! Honk, honk!

  Taylor was dreaming she was in a floating basket, flying through the heavenly clouds as a band marched alongside her, the large group playing a song especially for her. And how appropriate, they were playing Bill Withers!

  Honk, honk!

  When she looked down, the basket began to slowly transform into…Furby?

  As Taylor rolled in her bed, slowly coming to, her eyes struggling to open against the bright sunshine peering through the window, she realized the honking horn and the music was not from her dream, but from outside the house.

  As she groggily sat up in her bed, she looked to her right at the alarm clock sitting on the side table. Eight a.m.

  Before she could curse at whatever crazy bastard was being so rude, Aunt Veronica burst through the door.

  “Aaah!” Taylor screamed and just about jumped out of her skin.

  “Oh! My! God! Baby girl, you better look outside.”

  “Outside?” Taylor jumped out of bed then quickly pulled on her sleeping shorts. She ran to the front room and peered through the blinds. “What the—” There in the street, right in front of the house, were Brody and Jay standing up through the sunroof of a stretch Hummer, followed by the Male Order High School marching band enthusiastically playing “Lovely Day.”

  Taylor opened the front door and stood on the porch to get a better look. She noticed several neighbors were standing on their porches in their robes, happily dancing to the musical wakeup. Out in the yard, Aunt Veronica danced with the thirty-something bachelor from down the street. Wow, so not only is it a ménage town, but it’s full of crazy morning people, too?

  Taylor couldn’t help but smile as she watched Jay and Brody being silly, dancing through the sunroof like a couple of drunken prom dates. The three teenaged drum majors that led the band were incredibly impressive, bending back low to the ground, coming back up in a high step, their batons flying high in the air then getting caught from behind. The band continued their march around the limo and down the street. When they rounded the corner, the music slowly fading with distance, the whole block broke out in applause and whistles. Taylor held back the giddy tears that were trying to break through her lashes, and her face was already hurting from smiling and laughing so much.

  “That was incredible!” Taylor ran out to meet her men, barely noticing she forgot to grab a decent robe on the way out of the house. “I can’t believe you set that up for me.�
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  Jay shrugged. “Give a high school kid a hundred-dollar bill, and they’ll do just about anything.”

  “Yeah, they were more than happy to wake up early for the surprise,” Brody confirmed.

  “But we’re not done, so go get dressed. But thanks for returning the favor with your own show, princess.” Jay indicated the sheer T-shirt she was wearing and gave her a devilish wink.

  Looking down at herself, heat rushed to her face, and she immediately covered her erect nipples with her arms. Without another word, she ran in the house as she heard Brody and Jay laugh behind her.

  “Hmm, twenty minutes, pretty impressive.” Brody looked up from his watch, and he stopped breathing. He stared at his Juliet making her way down the porch steps. He gave her an onceover from her red toe nails to her dazzling smile. She wore brown leather platform sandals, a light pink ruffled mini-skirt, and a khaki short-sleeved button-down that she tied above her naval, a hint of cleavage peaking from the several unfastened buttons on top. She wore several gold bracelets, and a small purse hung across her body. Even dressed casually, she was every bit the Dallas beauty queen.

  “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 ar
ousal 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 panting.

  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.