by The Male Order, Texas Collection ]- A Bride for Two Billionaires (l
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…”
There it was. That killer smile. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, like they were shimmering with the kindness that radiated from her heart. At breakfast, Taylor had told them more about her charity and all the events she single-handedly organized to raise money. Brody and Jay were already filled in by their mothers about how her father had passed when she was a child.
Brody had never imagined such a gorgeous woman could be so d
own to earth. She had a genuine motive to help others, and her passion for giving radiated through her excited little face when she spoke of all the upcoming projects the foundation was planning. He was impressed with how much time she devoted, how she felt compelled to protect others from the pain she felt from losing her father.
But the best thing about Taylor so far was how her face changed when their eyes would meet. She made him feel like a worshipped God with the way she looked at him, just as crazy for him as he was for her.
Brody watched Taylor chat giddily with Jeremiah. She was affectionate by nature, he noticed. Taylor had a way of making Brody feel as though he were the only one in the room she could see and the only one who mattered. He saw now that she had woven her spell around Jeremiah as well. As they talked, she gazed into his eyes with her full attention, and she had a way of casually touching his arm when she wanted to emphasize a point. And, since they seemed to get along so well, Jeremiah continually brought out that intoxicating laugh of hers. He was rewarded as she took his hand and held it tightly for support while she hung her head back in a hearty laughter.
She and Jeremiah looked like old friends, sharing stories and going over silly fashion details. She looks like an enraptured bride, Brody thought, lost in his thoughts.
“So do you have a color preference for me?” Taylor’s voice and face were painted in joy and excitement.
“Red,” Jay replied without hesitation.
Taylor laughed. “I think that might be a bit of a fashion faux pas since my hair is dark auburn. Maybe hot magenta would be more chic?”
“First of all,” Jay began, “I don’t even know what hot magenta is. Second of all, I have no idea what is chic or what is faux pas in women’s fashion.”
Brody laughed and shook his head. He was thinking the exact same thing.
Jay’s eyes lowered down her body, then back up her face, and then he said in a low voice, “But I do know that red on your toes heats me up enough to make me wonder what my reaction would be if that body of yours was draped in it.”
Jeremiah gasped with a small hand covering his chest. “Oh, my.”
Taylor smiled wide and turned to Jeremiah. “Red it is.”
Jeremiah gave his head a small shake and broke his stare from Jay’s body to turn to Taylor. “Oh, yes, well, we could do a deep, crimson-burgundy and use a pared down smoky eye and emphasize the lashes, then the glam-squad will balance the reds with a soft lip. I think it will be absolutely ravishing.”
Taylor started to do a little jump and hop, softly clapping her hands as she visibly strained to keep herself from exploding with excitement. “My very own Jeremiah Giordano gown. I can’t believe it!”
Taylor felt like she stepped into a fairy tale. She tried on every sample gowns Jeremiah brought, allowing him to get a visual of her body in the different shapes. What she really loved was the look in the men’s eyes when she came out in each dress. They looked at her like she was a goddess, like they were memorizing every contour of her face and every curve of her body. No crown or sash could ever make her feel that beautiful.
“Ok, you got one more. This one has an asymmetrical, strapless neckline, and it has lots of draping. I think something like this would emphasize that pretty little rack of yours.” Jeremiah giggled as he gave her the last dress.
All these compliments were really making her blush. And she could hear it all day.
Taylor walked into the dressing room and stripped down to her lavender lingerie. Jeremiah gave a small knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Only it wasn’t Jeremiah.
Taylor gasped. “What are you doing? You can’t be in here. They can kick us out if they see you in here!”
Brody smirked. “Baby, we can do what we want. The owners are very close friends to my family.” He immediately began to undo his belt buckle casually as if he were doing nothing more than taking off a coat.
Taylor turned to Jay for help, but before she knew it, his hands were firmly holding her shoulders, pushing her to the floor on her knees in a single swift move. “I get hard just knowing I put that smile on your pretty face.”
She looked up at the men and said, “Let me see what I can do about putting one on your faces, too.”
By the time Brody had his giant erection pointed at her cheek, Jay was fishing out his own monster length.
There she was, near naked with two huge cocks twitching in anticipation for her watering mouth. Taking each hot erection in her hands, they all three groaned at the warm contact. Their large cocks felt like velvet-covered steel, their masculine scent causing her moisture to gather at the small lace patch covering her mound. Suddenly, she couldn’t give a rat’s ass who was outside the door.
Taylor looked up in their eyes and unclasped her bra. At once, each had a large hand covering her tits, and both men furiously tweaked the sensitive, hardened nubs, causing her to whimper with pleasure.
She pulled both of their cocks to her mouth, slowly swirling the heads with her tongue in a figure-eight motion, over the top of Brody’s, down to scrape the underside of Jay’s, circling to run it around and across the top of Jay’s, then down to scrape the underside of Brody’s. Four hands came up to grasp her hair as a low, double groan reached her ears.
She took each in her mouth one at a time, swallowing around them to get them nice and wet while she deep-throated them ravenously. Once they were glistening with her spit, she started to alternate jerking-off one while sucking down the other.
Their hips bucked as they silently begged for more of her mouth. Their hands were going back and forth from squeezing her hard nipples to grabbing the back of her head for deeper penetration.
“Open your mouth for us, sugar.” Jay was panting his response, seemingly close to completion.
Taylor opened her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out while they both began to eagerly tug their throbbing, purple-tinted dicks. When she reached up and began to gently pull and fondle their balls, they each grabbed one of her shoulders, brought their cocks closer to her open mouth, and moaned huskily as two pearly-white, hot streams began to shoot in her mouth. Taylor did her best to swallow every drop, but a few drops landed on her naked breasts.
Both men leaned back against the dressing room wall, and their eyes closed as they struggled to regulate their breathing.
Another knock on the door.
“All right, bitches, y’all had y’all’s fun. I’m sure Miss Thang has had her daily dose of man protein. Now come out before we all get hungry for some meat!” Jeremiah broke out in giggles. Then his sweet southern voice suddenly turning sassy, and he snapped, “And don’t let me see any stains on those gowns, or I’m taking a switch to those perky bottoms!”
It was almost seven o’clock when they finally walked outside to the warm, breezy evening air. It reminded Jay of Sunday nights as a boy when the maids would routinely wash and iron the bed sheets for the week. The feel of the crisp, cool sheets would immediately relax him to sleep.
As they walked back to the truck, Jay inhaled deeply, the aroma of the fresh blossoms that surrounded them, making him think of only one thing. He’d been eight years old when his parents celebrated their tenth anniversary. His fathers chose to slave for almost a year prior to create his mother’s dream secret garden.
When Mama had seen how hard they had to work in order to complete the garden as a two-man team, she urged them to hire help, for their sake. Papa Craig and Papa Clark had refused the help, hell-bent on doing the project themselves. They wanted Mama to know this garden was completely built by her husbands’ own four hands.
Mama loved that garden. It was her “personal slice of heaven,” as she used to say. It became an escape from the world for not only his parents, but also for Jay throughout his childhood and teen years. When he was shut in by the mystical stone walls of the secret garden, he felt like he was shut out of the world of teen angst and misunderstanding adults and into a world of Zen and nirvana.
; He knew Papa Craig and his mama were still sticklers about the upkeep of the garden, but since his Papa Clark’s death, Jay hadn’t been able to bring himself to open the door in the stone wall that led to the confined paradise.
As he walked beside Taylor, watching her eyes sparkle with childlike joy as she giggled at Brody’s boyish charm and jokes, Jay wanted nothing more than to see that joy on Taylor’s face for the rest of his life.
The rest of my life? Yes, the rest of my life. If I let her get away, it won’t be long before she finds a guy smart enough to know she is a miracle to treasure and to take care of.
The thought of another man besides him and Brody touching her, stealing her heart, making a family with her made Jay curl his hands into fists. His nails were beginning to break his skin when he realized what he was doing, so he took a deep breath to calm his red-hot temper. Fuck this macho, playboy bullshit. I can’t fucking lose her.
As Jay slid into the truck seat, Taylor to his right and Brody to hers, he interrupted Taylor and Brody’s conversation. “Change in plans. Taylor, we’re taking you to another surprise location.” Brody immediately shot Jay a confused look but stayed silent.
“Another surprise!” exclaimed Taylor, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Well, if it’s as breathtaking as the last surprise—”
“More so,” interrupted Jay, turning to give Taylor a smile. She gave him a wide grin in response, her eyes now sparkling with anticipation. Looking over at his friend, he could tell from Brody’s now shocked face that he had a pretty good idea about where they were heading.
It began to lightly rain outside as the rode down the neighborhood roads of Male Order. They were headed toward Jay’s house, passing by Aunt Veronica’s and blocks of other family houses. Brody could feel Taylor gently sway in place to the beat of the radio, a soft song coming from under her breath, her full pink lips pursed in a whistle when she didn’t know a lyric. The shape they made had Brody wishing he could bury his cock between those sweet lips.
