Tempt the Boss_A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

by Katie Ford

  But the governor had probably spent at least eighty thousand on Club Luxe females in the past few years, fucking all sorts of young, delectable girls. Shit, he was definitely all over our records, and it wouldn’t take much for the feds to figure out the “Socks” nickname.

  “How did they find out about us?” I asked curiously. Rachel knew a lot for someone who was a federal witness, and I wanted to pump as much out of her as possible.

  “Evidently Haley led them to us,” she said slowly. “He tried to wire some money to the club, and the bank reported the suspicious activity to the government. When the feds began investigating, they realized he was paying for prostitutes, and that led them to come sniffing.”

  Well, what the fuck. Wasn’t that ironic? Club Luxe had managed to stay under the radar by hiring only the best girls and promising discretion. But sometimes, it’s the clients who are too big to swallow, the ones who are famous and powerful who draw the evil eye.

  “Fuck,” swore Troy. “Fucking Spencer Haley. Fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “What do we do now, brother?” he said, turning to me.

  I had no idea, but Rachel broke in.

  “Turn government witness,” she said. “Do it to save yourselves. You can’t save this business, it’s too late already, but ask for immunity in return for your testimony against the governor. It’s worth it … the U.S. Attorney is a fucking political machine, he wants to crush Haley a lot more than he wants to crush you.”

  Again, I was floored by how savvy Rachel was. I mean, you don’t exactly expect former prostitutes to be able to anticipate every twist in a political drama. But hey, she was a street girl once, and those chicks have to have brains to survive.

  “Yeah, we’ll think about it,” I ground out. But oddly, my fate didn’t bother me. I didn’t care what happened to me or my brother, or even the business so much. I just wanted to make sure that Krissy and the baby would be okay … and if Troy and I were in jail, that would be impossible.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  Krissy

  The headline screamed “GOVERNOR HALEY LINKED TO PROSTITUTION RING.” Another read, “SPENCE HALEY SEX SCANDAL NEWS SPECIAL.” It was like a nightmare come true, the headlines hurting my eyes, almost making me queasy.

  Because the papers always included a picture of my brothers as well, right below that of Governor Haley. My heart sank. Their black hair was unmistakable, the perfect cut of their suits, the intense blue of their eyes evident penetrating and dominant.

  I was separated from my husbands. I call them that now, even though we’re not legally married, because they made a pledge to me before they turned federal witness.

  “Baby, we want you to stay with us,” said Troy. “This is going to be a hard time. There’s going to be a lot of unwanted attention and I know we promised to make you legit, but now …” his voice trailed off.

  “Now you see how impossible it would be,” finished Tyler. “It would just be adding fuel to the fire, giving the press even more to gossip about.”

  “But what does that mean?” I said softly. “I thought we were going to move forward, maybe tell Mom and Dad about us. You know my Mom’s puzzled that I won’t say who the baby’s father is,” I said.

  At the three month mark, I’d made the announcement to my mom that I was expecting. She’d been horrified at first, questions babbling to the surface.

  “You’re … what?” she sputtered over the phone. She and Robert were somewhere in the Middle East for an oil conference, socializing with sheikhs.

  “Pregnant, Ma, I’m pregnant,” I said patiently. “I’m not that far along yet, but I wanted to let you know.”

  “But you’re still in high school!” she shrilled. “And what about college?”

  “I’m going to put that on hold for now, at least until the baby’s born,” I said. “There’s always time to go back to school, and besides, I can write for the local paper without having a degree. You don’t need to have a BA to get hired by the Fort Greene Herald.”

  “Krissy, I feel like this is my fault,” my mom wept. “You’ve always been so dedicated to school, so ambitious, and now here you are, pregnant, without a degree and a baby on the way? This is all my fault, isn’t it?”

  “No Ma, you did nothing wrong,” I soothed. “And this baby is being born into a loving relationship. You don’t have to worry, both me and the child will be taken care of.”

  “Well, thank god Troy and Tyler are there to help. Do they know who the father of your baby is?” she asked.

  To deflect attention from the twins, I decided to avoid the question.

  “Ma, it’s someone you don’t know. But don’t worry, he loves the baby and is excited at the prospect of becoming a dad.”

  Weeping, my mother hung up. Not exactly a hopeful conversation, but frankly, it hadn’t been as disastrous as I’d expected. At least she wasn’t getting on a plane to force me to think about “alternative family planning.” God, even that euphemistic phrase made me shudder. I ran a hand over my belly protectively, as if mentally conveying to the child that he or she was absolutely wanted, and nothing would harm her.

  But I wasn’t sure where I stood with the twins.

  “So what does this mean?” I asked softly.

  “Honey,” started Troy. “There’s going to be a lot of media, a lot of paparazzi around eager to dig their claws into us. Imagine, the big badass owners of a prostitution ring, key witnesses at the scandalous trial of a sitting New York governor. It’s going to be bad,” he concluded.

  “And that’s why we want you to move away … just temporarily,” said Tyler. “There are going to be a lot of people sniffing around, and if you’re here every day, living with us at the apartment, it’s bound to raise questions, especially as you begin to show. We know this isn’t want you want, but would you consider it, sister?”

  My heart almost stopped beating.

  “Move away? To where?” I asked weakly.

  “We have a friend in Little Prairie, Michigan,” said Troy. “Would you consider moving there for a few months, just until this blows over?”

  Little Prairie! Was this a joke? What do people in Little Prairie do? Farm? I had absolutely no idea.

  But I needed to consider what was best for my brothers, and for my baby. It would be serene and quiet, far from the tumult in New York.

  “Okay, I’ll go,” I said. “But only for a little while.”

  “Thank you honey,” said Troy, pulling me into his arms. “It’ll only be until the dust settles,” he promised, nuzzling my neck gratefully.

  Tyler too, gave me a sweet kiss. “Thank you baby,” he echoed. “We’re going to make you legit as soon as possible,” he promised. “As soon as this all blows over.”

  I was devastated inside, but didn’t want to make my brothers feel even worse than they already did. Instead, their closeness, the proximity to their big bodies, was already having its usual effect. Their hands trailed over my curves as the male bodies pressed in, hard, hot and massive.

  This is one of the things I’d miss most in Michigan. These two men, their personalities, their moods, their emotions, but also the sheer physicality of sex with them. Not many women have the opportunity to do what I’ve done, fuck two men while being in love with them, and I know I’m lucky. But god … months without Troy and Tyler, without their devotion, without our electric physical attraction? It was terrifying just thinking about it.

  With a desperate kiss, I pressed myself closer to them, my hands running through their hair, trailing down their massive chests. I wanted to show them how much I loved them, that this disaster wasn’t going to pull us apart, and with my body, I could tell the tale. Mewling, I pressed my breasts against Troy’s chest as Tyler pulled up my skirt, his hand trailing gently up my thigh.

  He rumbled deep in his throat as his hands skimmed my panties, the fabric sopping with desire. Like the devil he was, he traced that wet spot with his finger, teasing me, before push
ing in, using the lacy fabric to rub and scrape against my insides.

  “Oh!” I squealed, helplessly writhing between my brothers’ bodies. My cunny was gushing, my boobs so heavy and full that they ached. Slowly, gently, Troy lifted my sweater, revealing the tiny demi-bra I wore underneath. He stopped, mesmerized. I had picked out this particular piece of lingerie with the twins in mind. It was lacy and semi-transparent, the material cut so low that my nipples peeped out just where the fabric ended. Right now, they were more poking than peeping, stiff and nubby, ready for my brother’s attention.

  “Oh fuuuck,” he groaned, deep in his throat before bending his head to catch a nipple in his mouth. I writhed helplessly as he suckled, lightning bolts darting from my nipples to my cunny, making me lube up even more.

  I gushed on Tyler’s hand, and with a growl, he snapped the panties off, dropping the drenched fabric on the floor. He got on his knees behind me, spreading my thighs, and took a deep lick of my cunt, savoring that pink, tingling flesh.

  “Aieeee!” I screamed, fireworks going off before my eyes. His tongue felt so hot, so slick and clever against my twat, lapping up my juice while tonguing my hole, playing with my clit, sucking and fucking with his mouth like never before.

  Troy meanwhile, had ripped my bra off and was now furiously suckling my breasts, darting his head between both nipples, trailing his tongue into the valley between.

  “Fuck, honey,” he breathed. “You taste so sweet.”

  And I could feel his shaft, hard and pounding against my belly, grinding against me. I shifted a bit, and his wet glans trailed against me, leaving a smear of pre-cum on the inside of my thigh as I stood on my tip toes, trying to press as much breast flesh into his mouth as Tyler tongued my cunt.

  But this is where doing twins gets exciting. They’re willing to share me, each man making sure I get the best experience possible. And right now, I was desperate for dick, with Troy’s dick just inches from my dripping cunt, questing for entry.

  Tyler stopped licking for a moment and took his brother’s cock in hand. Carefully, he guided it into my pink slit, watching lasciviously as the engorged flesh parted, accepting his brother’s fleshy crown as he slid deep into me. I felt unbearably stretched, that huge dong lifting me onto my toes, struggling with its enormous girth. To make things a little easier, Troy lifted me up into his arms so that he could fuck me standing, my legs circled around his waist.

  As I sank all the way down onto his pole, we both gave out groans of ecstasy.

  “Fuck sister, you feel good,” he ground out, his cock throbbing in my box.

  I could only mewl in return, the stretching was so intense, so filling.

  As Troy started fucking me, moving me up and down his pole, Tyler stroked my back from behind, dropping kisses onto my shoulder. As I expected, his hand traced over the curve of my back, over my ass, and down into the seam between my butt cheeks, finally finding my sensitive back hole. Tyler was an ass guy, and I knew what was coming.

  He probed my anus as Troy fucked me from the front, stroking my pucker, lightly running his finger over it, even lubing it up a bit with his saliva. After determining I was ready, he licked his hand and moistened his shaft, pointing the head at my rectum.

  “Ready brother?” he ground out. And Troy stopped moving for a moment to let Tyler make his entry.

  I gasped as I felt the second dick push into my anus. Both my brothers moaned, it was so fucking tight in there, Troy in my vagina and Tyler in my ass. Only a thin wall separated them, and the two hot cocks were so huge, so magnificent, that they rubbed against each other intimately, my pussy creaming wetly again as I was fucked two ways.

  Like syncopated swimmers, one began pulling out as the other pushed in. With graceful strokes, my brothers fucked me in the ass and vag, letting me enjoy the magnificence of twin sex. I would miss this, I knew, the double pummeling, the no holds barred intensity which accompanied every physical encounter with them. I came, unable to stop it, not wanting to stop it, my little body wracked with shudders as I was sandwiched between them, their dicks in my secret spaces.

  And that caused my brothers to come as well. Both male forms heaved and roared, massive gushes of white spurting into me, coating both my chambers with their virile, viscous sperm. I cried out as the hot spurts intensified, almost burning up inside with each pulse, each throb of semen like a bubbly, jizzing geyser.

  As our breathing relaxed, my brothers stayed in me, kissing me deeply, nuzzling my neck, murmuring endearments.

  “We love you Krissy,” said Troy. “Just bear with us through this difficult time, ok?”

  “Stay with us,” persuaded Tyler. “We’ll come get you, I promise.”

  And what else could I do but agree? I was limp and sated with their love, and would do anything to keep my brothers and my baby safe.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  Krissy

  I looked out the window from the farm in Little Prairie. I guess I should have known Michigan would be dreary in the winters, blustery and cold, far lonelier than New York. I was now seven months along, and I cradled my belly reflexively, my baby a solid and reassuring presence.

  Because despite my brothers’ promises, I don’t feel confident about our future. The woman I’m living with isn’t very nice. She’s doing Tyler and Troy a favor by taking me in, but it probably would have been better just to live in a hotel. I guess my brothers didn’t want their pregnant eighteen-year old lover to be off by herself in some strange town, no friends, no relatives, no nothing.

  And it’s been lonely because I can’t talk to them. We don’t speak on the phone, we don’t skype, we don’t anything with the trial going on. Instead, I follow them through the news, and the coverage is lurid. “LYON TWINS WORST KIND OF PIMPS!” “LYONS TREAT GIRLS AS PREY,” and all sorts of bad puns.

  But that wasn’t the worst of it. Just the other day, I saw a clip of them on the news, and they had their arms around Rachel, the pretty bartender. Their heads were bowed together intimately, speaking about the case no doubt. But my chest cramped when I saw because there was an air of intensity about it, a certain familiarity which prickled my female instincts. I hope my brothers haven’t forgotten about me. I hope they still love me, that they still care …

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Krissy

  I turned my face towards the sunshine, soaking in the warm rays. Summer in Michigan is beautiful, the weather warm and balmy, a breeze from nearby Lake Erie making the grass flutter. I watched as squirrels hopped from tree to tree, birds chirping above. Annie gurgled, her chubby hand reaching towards the animals.

  “Birds, squirrel,” I cooed, pointing out the difference. The baby laughed and smiled, waving her little arms frantically.

  It’s been a long six months. I’d given birth during the harsh winter of Michigan, the labor and delivery so painful that I hurt for months afterwards. I hadn’t really wanted to see the baby, my body and my heart sore. But when the nurse put her on my lap, I felt myself soften … and give way. Annie opened her eyes and blinked at me with a coo and a gurgle, and I was lost.

  There’s no one I love more in the world than my baby girl, with the sweetest blue eyes and black hair. I never thought that having a child would be so profound, like having your heart beating outside of your body. But it’s amazing, while being terrible at the same time because at odd instances, Annie will remind me of her fathers.

  It’s her blue eyes, the way they sparkle brightly, like jewels. And the deep black hair, so inky that it’s like soot. Plus, even her baby personality is like her dads – she can be impossible at times, refusing to sleep unless I rock her, much the same way Tyler and Troy could be stubbornly insistent on getting their way.

  But everything’s gone off the rails because I haven’t seen Troy and Tyler for almost a year now. They haven’t forgotten about me exactly. The checks come every month, and they’re generous, more than enough to support a single woman with a child in Little Prairie. But they’ve ne
ver come themselves, never made an effort to see their daughter, and we never hear from them either. No phone calls, no letters, no skype, no nothing. I wish I knew what was going on. But my efforts to reach them are always rebuffed.

  “I’m sorry, Tyler Lyon isn’t available,” their secretary said.

  “How about Troy Lyon then?” I’d asked hopefully.

  “I’m sorry, neither of them are available, I apologize if I didn’t make that more clear,” repeated the secretary.

  “Oh I see,” I said, hanging up with a gentle click. After a few weeks, I’d given up. And my brothers had long since switched cell numbers, for fear of harassment.

  But all that’s long since over. Governor Haley resigned from his position, the public spotlight shifting to the latest corruption in Albany. Which was good, because it meant that the focus was off of my brothers, off of their business enterprises and the prostitution ring they’d run at Club Luxe. So why hadn’t I heard from them?

  I sighed, and pulled my baby closer. I wasn’t sure what was next in life. I’ve been treading water, letting my body recover after pregnancy, focusing on taking care of myself and my daughter. But I’m alone, and it’s scary being nineteen with a baby. The woman I’d stayed with initially, the one Troy and Tyler had hooked me up with, turned out to be witchy and evil.