Her Dirty Billionaires_An Office MFM Romance

by Nicole Elliot

“Fuck,” Jake growled and pulled my ass up in the air, already behind me with a condom on his dick. My mouth was still on Logan’s cock when Jake pressed against me and penetrated my mound, bringing me the sweetest pleasure I craved for. “Always so tight and wet. You respond perfectly to us, Madeline. You’re amazing.”

  More pre-cum poured out of Logan’s tip and I picked it up, twirling my tongue around him one more time before I pushed his cock into my mouth, enjoying the way his body shuddered when I took his whole length in. I loved being able to make them feel like this, and this potent feeling made my blood boil with need for them.

  I sucked him faster, matching the rhythm of Jake’s banging, and screamed when Jake hit my cervix.

  “Jake!”

  He didn’t stop, hitting my cervix again and again, which brought the greatest pleasure combined with dull pain, and it was almost unbearable.

  “Keep sucking my cock,” Logan ordered and pulled me by hair, bringing me back to his dick. I swallowed it whole, trying my best to focus on him, but it was so hard when the pleasure that spread through every part of me was stronger than anything.

  “I’m coming,” I cried out, and Jake slammed inside even harder, making me climax. “Ah!”

  My insides contracted around Jake, the pit of my stomach burning from the force of my orgasm, and my legs threatened to give out on me.

  Logan picked me up and led me to the couch, lying down with me on his lap. Jake handed me a condom to put it on Logan. I rubbed against him, more than ready for them both. Jake was right behind me, positioning himself so he could enter my ass, and just as Logan shoved his dick into me, Jake probed my ass, thrusting inside at once.

  “Ah! Guys!”

  I felt like they were going to rip me into two, but it was the feeling I’d grown to love and anticipate more than anything. I’d never felt closer to them than like this—when they were both owning me and creating the most delightful sensations I could ask for. We moved as one, our bodies yearning to get closer and to give the pleasure that connected us, and there was nowhere I would rather be than in their arms.

  “I love you, Madeline,” Logan muttered and kissed me, running his hands up and down my back lovingly.

  “I love you,” Jake said behind me and bit into my shoulder, sucking my skin in a way that would produce a hickey.

  “I love you too, guys. I always will. You’re mine.”

  “We’re yours, and you’re ours,” Logan said and rammed harder into me, bringing me closer to a new climax.

  “So tight. I’m cumming, babe.” Jake’s grunts filled my ears when he exploded, his cock twitching against my slick walls once, twice, thrice...

  Logan was still until Jake finished and pulled out of me, and then slammed into my ass, making me ride him. “Oh Madeline. I love your both holes. You’re so hot and wet.”

  His thrusts quickened, just like his fingers on my clit that were now pushing me to my orgasm, and I screamed his name, trembling forcefully. Two thrusts later, he followed me, slamming his lips against mine at the moment he began spurting his load. His arms snaked around me, keeping me close until he finished ejaculating.

  I looked at Jake, who was now sitting on his chair, and noticed his full hard-on. A smirk playing on my lips, I stood up and crossed the room, swaying my hips intentionally.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my pussy already anticipating their next move.

  Jake smirked at me. “Good, because we don’t intend to stop here.”

  And they didn’t. They made love to me throughout the rest of the night, showing me just how much I meant to them and that it was going to last.

  And that was all I needed.

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  Baby For The Mountain Man

  A Mountain Man Secret Baby Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Hi Kittens!

  This mountain man is broody and done with love.

  Until Ava shows up on his doorstep.

  I hope you love it!

  xxx

  Nicole

  One

  Ava

  “Miss? Miss, can you hear me?”

  The voice sounded so far away. It was hard to hear past the torrential downpouring of rain and the running rivers in the middle of the mountains. All I wanted was to get away. To step out of my car in the middle of somewhere untainted with my unhappiness and take a breath. It was stifling, being around my family. And I was done with all of it.

  “Come here. I’ve got you.”

  Strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me up, while rain battered down on my shaking body. I was so damn cold. Where was my car? How did I get here? Where in the world was I?

  “Holy fuck, you’re freezing.”

  The voice was low. Rumbling. Like tires over a gravel driveway or the thunder off in the distance. I could see a mass of dark hair, soaked to an angular face that I couldn’t quite make out. I wanted to answer the man. To tell him I was fine and that I just needed to get back to my car.

  But the only thing I could do was tremble with the cold.

  I didn’t know how long we walked and I had no idea where I was. I tried to lift my hand and cling to the body that carried me, but instead I laid there. Limp in his arms. My entire body hurt. My skin was cold. My head was heavy, and my heart was alone, and my future seemed bleak. Running away from home wasn’t supposed to end this way. I was supposed to make it to California. I was supposed to start my new life. I was supposed to travel long enough to get away from my family’s traditional grasp, so I could dictate whatever it was I wanted from my life.

  I didn’t want to live off their money and sit like a pretty little peach. I wanted to live.

  I wanted to thrive in my life. Not survive. I didn’t want to wear the dresses and put on the makeup and live in the heels. I didn’t care about business transactions and marrying young and filling a house with children. All I wanted was to live my life on my terms, to wake up in the morning and have an actual smile on my face.

  But instead, I was stifled. I was expected to smile for the cameras and act a certain way. My father dictated every moment of my life in order to be the daughter he always envisioned he would have. It was sickening, and I hated it. He dictated my fashion sense, my schedule, and my future. I was to woo a well-to-do man, marry young, bear him children, and keep his house. I was to bring honor to the family name by allowing the money my father had garnered over the years to take care of me.

  Like living off my father’s bank accounts was somehow honorable.

  And every time I fought back, I was called selfish. Ungrateful. Unforgivable. Every time I voiced a different opinion or picked out a different outfit, I was called unruly. Every time I denied a blind date or intentionally screwed one up or refused to go to whatever formal function my father had roped me into, I was the wild one. I couldn’t be myself unless it was the image my father had painted for me from the time he found out I was a girl.

  And I hated every second of it.

  “We gotta get you warmed up.”

  That voice peeled me from my thoughts. Pulled me from my memories and reminded me of the present. My body shook uncontrollably as my back descended onto something. It was warm and soft, like a couch, or possibly a massive chair. I curled up into a ball as my teeth began to chatter, and I grunted with the pain in my stomach. It felt like my muscles were on fire even though they were encased in ice. It was as if someone was stabbing me with eight-inch icicles in every pressure point of my body

  Tears filled to my eyes as a swelling heat began to beat down against my face.

  “What the hell were you doing out in this kind of storm?”

  It was a good question, and one I felt needed to be answered. The rain whomped the structure I was in. The fine hairs along my skin stood on end as lightning crackled across the sky. The windows rattled as the thunder cracked right above our heads.

  The storm was getting worse, and I had no ide
a how the hell I was going to get out of it.

  I saw a shadowy figure bent over an orange flame. The heat grew, warming the icy droplets of water on my skin. My body slowly uncurled, like a flower being released to the morning sun. My bones ached, and the tears wouldn’t stop falling, but somehow, I was alive.

  Even though I had skidded off the road, I was somehow alive.

  I could still remember the argument with my parents that morning. How angry they were that I wasn’t going on a date tonight. I told them I was done with their antics. That I had no reason to marry and that I wasn’t going to until I fell in love with someone. They chastised me and called me names. Told me that I needed to be grateful for the life they had provided me like my brothers were. I told them that my brothers were happy because they got to dictate their lives. They got to do what they wanted and work in whatever fields they wanted and make money for themselves.

  My father told me that was what men got to do. Women, on the other hand, needed to be grateful that someone was willing to provide for them.

  I’d had enough of that talk. My father’s words were like a slap to my face. He told me that I wasn’t able to rule my own life and run by my own rules simply because I was a woman. Because somehow, in my father’s mind, I was feeble. Unable to take care of myself. Incapable of surviving in the harsh world he went into everyday, so my mother wouldn’t have to. And maybe that was fine for some women. Maybe my mother was just fine with keeping a house, staying beautiful, and always keeping her makeup perfect.

  But that wasn’t me.

  I wanted more.

  So, I packed up my stuff and left. I waited until my father went to work, packed up everything I could into the suitcases I owed, and tossed them in my car. My mother was too busy picking out my dress for my date tonight that she didn’t even hear me leave. I sat in my car for ten whole minutes, wondering if anyone would come out and look for me.

  But they were all so preoccupied with the pathetic lives they had fallen into that no one noticed my absence.

  It didn’t matter. I was going to set off and do my own thing. I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life, but I knew I wanted to do something. I had enough business acumen from listening to my father ramble on to be of use to someone. Maybe I could open my own business. An independent business for independent women wanting to create a new life for themselves. I dreamed about it as I wove my way out of town. How I would decorate my store. What services I could offer women transitioning into a harsh world from a family who kept them from it. I dreamed of a life where I could walk onto stages and give lectures to thousands of people. How I could use my life story to inspire others and create easy-to-follow programs to help people reclaim their lives again.

  But the daydreaming caused me to take some wrong turns, and I found myself trapped in an endless maze of nameless roads.

  “Here. This should help.”

  I looked up from the fire as my vision began to clear. I wasn’t even aware that I was still crying. The hope I had this morning when I ran away from home had quickly turned to fear. If my parents found out I had run away and somehow managed to track me down, I would be done for. I’d be under lock-and-key for the rest of my life. I would never hear the end of it and I would be married off to the first man who decided he could tolerate me. I would never get another chance to convince my family that I could make it in the real world. That I could make my own empire and create my own life and live it by my terms.

  Because doing that just this morning got me a broken-down car and a near-imminent death.

  A large pair of hands tucked the soft blanket around my body. The fire continued to roar in the fireplace while my vision slowly began to clear. I looked around the part of the room I could see and was dazzled by its beauty. I was lying on cherry mahogany hardwood floors and was surrounded by the softest furniture I’d ever laid eyes on. The cushions underneath me were as soft as clouds as I looked up at high-vaulted ceiling that would make my mother envious.

  It was a beautiful home. Very reminiscent of a cabin.

  “Where am I?” I asked.

  But instead of the voice answering me, it stayed silent.

  “Hello?”

  I rolled over onto my back and caught the gaze of the man taking care of me. His amber-colored eyes took me by surprise with how guarded they were. His dark grown hair was shaggy around his forehead and his strong jawline caught my attention. Even with the lack of a smile upon his face, I could tell he had dimples. Deep-set dimples on both of his cheeks that probably lit up his eyes whenever he chanced to smile.

  He was beautiful. Breath-taking even.

  “Where am I?” I asked again.

  “My home,” the man said.

  “Where is your home?” I asked.

  “Not too far from where you crashed.”

  I watched him get up from beside me and venture over to a chair. For the first time since I had become aware that he existed, I got a full look at his stature. He was massive. Broad in his shoulders and strong in his legs. His chest was stacked with muscles and his neck pulsed with veins. Even though he sat down in a chair with his long legs spread, it felt like he loomed over me.

  Except his presence wasn’t uncomfortable.

  It was more… protective.

  “Is my car okay?” I asked.

  But this time, he didn’t answer.

  “I just… had a lot of my stuff in there. Is it all going to be okay through the storm?”

  And still… silence.

  I was thrown off by it. He had been so willing to talk earlier when he didn’t think I was listening. Had he been talking to himself? I could’ve sworn he had been talking to me. Actually trying to hold a conversation with me. His voice had been steady and powerful. Commanding, but calm. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to keep asking him questions. But I knew what it felt like to be forced to do something I didn’t want to do.

  And if he didn’t want to talk, I wasn’t going to make him.

  I rolled back toward the fire and curled up with the blankets he had afforded me. I allowed the heat of the fire to warm my bones, relieving the ache deep within my marrow stores. I sighed as I closed my eyes, trying to discard the discomfort my clinging clothes brought me. The cushions underneath my body cradled me like a child and it reminded me of innocent days. Days where I ran around with my brothers in apple orchards, throwing rotten apples at each other. Days where we would climb the trees and eat our fill before going home and begging our mother to make us freshly-made apple juice. I smiled at the memories. Times when life was simpler, and I wasn’t aware of the fact that I was any different. I was cherished, like one of my brothers. I was loved, like one of my brothers.

  I was accepted. Like one of my brothers.

  A tear escaped from the corner of my eye and dripped onto the pillow. I could feel the strange man watching me. The strange man with the strong frame and the amber brown eyes. His penetrating gaze burrowed a hole into the back of my head, as if he was trying to figure out what I was all about without ever asking a question.

  Most people would’ve felt uncomfortable in this situation. Threatened, even. But me? I was just happy he wasn’t trying to put me in a dress so I would look presentable during my cold spell.

  To some, this was the stuff of nightmares.

  But to me? This was a vacation.

  Two

  Travis

  I never got any visitors on this mountain. It just wasn’t something that happened. My family owned most of the mountainous terrain on this side of Kettle, and we had chosen not to settle it. Many people over the years had tried to offer us money for it. Wild sums of money so they could have a piece of territory that hadn’t been developed yet. They wanted to build oil pipelines and string up power lines. Level mountains to create small-town cities with beautiful views so they could charge people exorbitant prices to live there. But my family and I never sold. Not once had we ever caved to anyone who wanted to take our land from us.
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  It didn’t just give our family solitude, it gave us a priceless thing of beauty. Undeveloped land meant it thrived with wildlife. Animals to hunt and birds to listen to in the morning. Families of bears that roared off in the distance and lush, green lands fit for those who wanted to explore.

  But I enjoyed the silence. The silence of underdevelopment.

  Not being developed meant there weren’t many roads. And the roads that did wind up the mountains were nameless. While most of my family lived in Florida and lived off the profits gained from the businesses they did run, I settled here. Me and my twin siblings each had a cabin we had built with our father’s money. My father considered it the least he could do if none of us wanted to live in Florida with them. And even though I protested, my father said I could pay it back if I wanted to by working some of the businesses in my spare time.

  So, that was what I did.

  I worked the couple of summer camps my family had set up in the mountains whenever I could. I helped keep up with who rented out parts of the mountains to hunt in during hunting seasons. I did it free of charge until I had paid my father back for the cabin, then I relinquished the work back to my brothers. They enjoyed all of that shit. Interacting with people and running the camps. They enjoyed getting on the phone and talking with people on what parts of the mountains were perfect hunting grounds for them to rent.

  But I hated that kind of interaction. I wanted nothing to do with the people that flooded into these mountains for sports and pleasure.

  No one ever traveled this far up the mountain. It was why I chose my cabin to be placed here. Which was why it was odd when I heard a car off in the distance. The lightning became sharper and the crackling thunder got louder. Any second now, I just knew this mountain would be struck by lightning and explode into millions of tiny little pieces. Rivers of water ran in places that had never been rivers before, taking along with it mud and pieces of rock that quickly painted my driveway brown. At first, I thought I was hearing shit. Making up sounds in my mind to distract from how powerful this storm was getting.