by Ana Starling
The side stepping kind of throws him off balance, but he takes advantage of it to plow into the one who’d thrown a punch. The impact sends them both to the ground, where Derek lands on him with force. He comes up to his feet, leaving the guard dazed.
The last one makes a mad dash for Derek. Derek stands on ground, grabbing the man’s head, and sends his knee into the man’s belly—twice. The man retches as Derek allows him to collapse.
All these took less than twenty seconds. And there’s not a hair out of place in Derek’s head.
The entire room is held spell-bound, including myself and Maurice, as Derek simply shrugs and smiles, as though downing three heavyset men is a child’s play to him. He makes his way to the podium, holding a terrifying gaze on Maurice.
Maurice looks stupefied. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out.
Derek heads for him.
Maurice backpedals, his lips moving, probably begging for mercy. The cameras click away. Now this is newsworthy stuff.
“I’ll sue…”
“Shut the fuck up, Maurice!” Derek yells, causing the man to tremble to silence.
Derek grabs the mic out of his hand and shoves him to the side. He then turns to me, and for a moment, I’m terrified.
But then, his features melt until he’s smiling at me. I remember the Derek that I know and love, and immediately, I’m overwhelmed with joy.
He comes to my side and whispers into my ear, “We got you.”
He looks up at the crowd as someone walks in. At first, he’s not visible because he’s in the part of the hall that has little lights. But as he walks down the aisle toward us, I make out who he is.
It’s Kane. He looks determined, a slight smile held in stasis on his face.
Derek waves to him. “Here, Kane. Come on up.”
Kane nods and approaches the stage.
All over the place, silence reigns as everyone realizes this story is far from over.
32
Kane
After giving Derek a call, I rush to the hall.
I know there’s little time left. It’s only a matter of minutes before Diana is called on stage. That’s why I just told Derek that it’s done.
My driver ignores the traffic lights. By the time we get to the venue, we have a cop on our tail. I leave him to handle the cop, while I rush into the venue.
I walk into the hall, slightly disoriented by the number of people in the hall. The place is thick and hot, and it swirls with whispered awe and bright lights, lots of lights.
There are cameras everywhere and a knot of three men are sprawled on the ground. I’m a bit confused, but I keep walking down the aisle.
Then I hear Derek’s voice.
I turn to the stage. I see Maurice standing at the side. He looks rattled, his lips twitching and shivering.
He’s holding himself, and he looks pathetic, despite his expensive looking three-piece-suit. But I have to give it to him—he does clean up nicely.
As I see Maurice, I remember the first day we met him. All those nasty memories begin to well up within me, and I’m consumed with hatred for the fucking bastard. Not just because he put a wedge between me and Derek, which constantly drove us apart for years, but also because he tried to take Diana down.
No one messes with Diana and goes scot-free.
We’re going to make the fucker pay.
To the right of the stage is Derek, his arms wrapped around Diana in a protective manner. He’s looking at me with determination. His eyes are fierce, and from the blood tainted knuckles I assume he’s the one that took down the three guys.
Diana looks shocked. She’s looking at me. I’m about to divert my eyes, but I keep them focused on her, my heart swelling with emotion.
This is the first time I’ve seen her since the incident in her apartment.
Fuck, I miss standing next to her, seeing the perfection of her face, her tits, her nice ass. I fucking miss my girl.
Our girl.
And she’s there on the stage, wearing a fucking lingerie set that looks like something a cheap slut would wear.
Swear to all the fucking gods, I could murder Maurice.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry. That’s not how it’s even done in the industry. Okay, even if he wants to launch his own lingerie company—there’s nothing wrong with that!—he doesn’t have to ruin her career.
He could’ve chosen to take care of her, turned her into an even greater star. And through that he could’ve gained profits for years to come.
But no, he wanted to make her shit cash until there’s nothing to shit, and she’s but a chaff that the wind drives away in the desert.
Fuck him! He fucking deserves what’s coming to him!
Maybe if he was more reasonable, Derek and I wouldn’t have done what we did to stop this. As it is, it’s already too late.
Bye, bye, motherfucker.
I climb the stage. I lock eyes with Maurice and for a moment, I’m overcome with the urge to beat the crap out of him. But instead of giving in, I turn away and focus on Derek and Diana.
I go to Diana first, and I caress her cheek. I feel her shiver at my touch.
There’s a strong tension that suddenly erupts between us. With Derek beside us, it’s even stronger.
“How are you?” I ask.
“Doing fine, considering what’s happening…” she says. “You guys are going to get screwed for this. I was…”
“You don’t have to explain anything,” Derek says. “I told you we’ve got this. You don’t need to be afraid of Maurice ever again.”
Diana looks at me for confirmation. I give her a curt nod. To Derek, I say, “Do you want to do the honors or should I?
Before Derek can answer, Maurice yells, “What’s going on here?!”
“Looks like the weasel has grown a spine,” I mutter to Derek with a smile.
“About damn time,” Derek whispers back. “It’ll make this all the more enjoyable.”
“I demand to know!” Maurice is saying.
“What are you guys doing?” Diana asks, worry creasing her brow.
“Watch and enjoy the show,” I reply.
Taking the mic from Derek, I turn to face Maurice and the audience. Maurice, seeing that I’ve been selected to be the spokesman, turns his gingered ire to me.
“I demand to know what you’re doing here,” he roars. “You can’t just barge into my show and try and steal my model. Surely, Lush and Sinful—”
“Shut the fuck up, Maurice,” I yell, causing the man’s mouth to snap shut.
“Is that how you act?” I say. “Talking all the time, never listening? How did you get to even own a products company? Embezzled some guy’s company? Stole some guy’s idea? Just like you stole our idea all those years ago when we were college students?”
A gasp sweeps through the crowd.
Maurice begins to burn with embarrassment. His eyes flicks between me and the audience.
“I did no such thing!” he claims, but the audience doesn’t believe him.
They’re on my side. And why the fuck not? I’m Kane fucking Stone!
“But that’s not why we’re here, is it, Derek?” I continue.
“Certainly not,” Derek replies.
“Damn right, Derek,” I say. “We’re here to announce to the whole world that Lush and Sinful have just merged to form a fucking giant company!”
This time an outburst ensues in the entire room.
“What?!” Diana screeches.
Maurice looks stunned, his eyes lighting away with suspicion.
I’ve to give it to the fucker. He did always have the knack to predict behaviors, to infer from previous actions. Right now, he’s trying to guess what else I’ve done.
As I see the conclusion arrive in his eyes, I notice fear coloring his cheeks.
That’s right, motherfucker. You’re toast.
Despite having a mic, I have to raise my voice to be heard above the uproar,
blinking as the camera crews take a photo every second to capture every moment of the event.
“And the first step Derek and I took was a combined effort to buy a majority stake in Maurice’s whole company!”
“What?!” This time it’s Maurice that screams. “What?!”
“Yes, motherfucker!” I reply, focusing in on him.
Even though I’m drowned by the audiences’ screams, yells, and barrage of questions, I know he hears me perfectly clear.
“Inked the deal moments ago,” I say to him. “We own your company.”
Derek is beside me. He’s vibrating with pleasure.
“We own you,” he says to him.
Thank fuck Derek’s on my side. Alone, we might not have had the buying power for a hostile takeover, but together we were more than enough. All the whole, Maurice was counting on us fighting each other, but he never considered what would happen if we banded together to fight for the same woman.
And that was the flaw in his plan.
“Care to guess our first action as owners of your shitty company?”
Although I’m talking to Maurice, I’m still using the mic and speaking loud enough for everyone to hear me.
The hall quiets down long enough for me to make my announcement.
“You’re fired!” Derek proclaims.
“That’s right,” I say. “You’re fired, motherfucker! Someone take this asshole out of here!”
At that moment, a couple of men barrel to the stage. Maurice fights…or, rather, tries to fight them. He ends up being punched in the face and dragged out of the hall. It’s a public spectacle, and I know the media are going to have a field day with his ass.
I turn to say something to Diana when I feel her press against me. She hugs me. Soon enough, Derek joins in the embrace.
We stand like that for a few moments before she breaks the embrace.
In the background, the media guys are still making a ruckus, asking questions. Cameras are still clicking away. But I’m only focused on Diana…and Derek.
Diana is smiling once again. The kind that’s sweet and pure and innocent.
“I love you,” she whispers, “I love you so much. The two of you.”
I never thought these three words could sound so fucking sweet. And for the first fucking time in my life, I want to say them as well.
“I love you, too,” Derek and I say at the same time, and I suddenly realize that the bond we’ve just forged is…fucking unbreakable.
“This deserves a celebration,” she says, lust flickering in her eyes.
I know she’s not talking about popping some champagne. And I know she’s not talking about a party.
I know exactly what kind of celebration is on her mind.
I begin to go hard.
33
Diana
I don’t think there’s a word in the dictionary I can use right now.
Not a single one.
I guess I could say this moment is all about happiness. Perhaps I could use fulfillment or something like that. But the truth is, there simply isn’t a word that can describe how I feel right now.
My heart is bursting with joy, so much that I’m having a hard time believing this is real. When everything seemed to be lost, Kane and Derek came in to save the day. Two men that couldn’t stand each other, joined forces to save my ass.
For quite some time, I thought that I was selfish by wanting it all and not wanting to choose. Turns out, sometimes you’ve to risk it all to get it all.
I stood by what I wanted and somehow, the universe rearranged itself so that I could have it.
“Why so quiet?” Derek asks me as the three of us stumble inside the elevator of Kane’s apartment building.
His place was the closest, and so we drove here as fast as we could—and getting here without letting loose inside the car took all my effort, trust me.
“I’m just...happy,” I reply with a smile, looking from Derek to Kane as the elevator doors close.
“Makes three of us, huh?” Kane asks, taking one step toward me, a wild hunger burning in his eyes.
Derek does the same, closing in on me, and I hold my breath as I notice all the lust brimming in his eyes.
Is this real? Can I really have these two men?
“We’re yours,” Derek whispers, almost as if he was reading my mind.
He reaches for me, tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear, and then leans in and gently brushes his lips against mine.
“And you’re ours,” Kane adds, one hand on my waist as he leans in and starts kissing my neck, his lips hungrily savoring my skin.
“And that’s exactly how I want it to...forever,” I breathe out, my heart beating quickly.
As they press their bodies against me, I feel their cocks harden against my leg.
“Forever,” I repeat, allowing that simple world to roll out from between my lips.
“Forever,” they echo at the same time, their hands roaming all over my body, from my breasts to my ass.
I’m about to reach for their cocks when I hear the soft ding! of the elevator doors opening. Grinning at my two men, I grab their hands and march out of the elevator, dragging them after me.
When Kane finally opens the door, the three of us stumble inside fast. Wasting no time, Kane pushes me back against the wall and crushes his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue. At the same time, Derek slides his hands up my legs and under the hemline of my dress, his fingers going between my legs.
My heart tightens up as I feel the perfect pressure of his hand against my pussy. Then, as he flicks my thong to the side and brushes his fingers against my wet pussy lips, I close my eyes and surrender to it all.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted,” Kane breathes out, pulling back from our kiss.
With one hand on the nape of my neck, he uses the other to push down the straps of my dress, baring my chest. Moving fast, he unclasps my bra and pulls it off me, my nipples hardening as they finally become free.
“Fuck, I love these,” Kane continues, grabbing both my breasts and then leaning, parting his lips to take one nipple into his mouth.
With Derek’s fingers on my pussy and Kane’s lips on my nipples, I feel like I’m in heaven. Working on pure instinct alone, I reach for their cocks and curl my fingers around them, feeling them hard against the palms of my hands.
My God, I want them so fucking much it hurts.
“Your clothes—take them off,” I find myself say, letting go of their cocks and placing my hands on their chest.
I push them back, forcing them to take one step away from me, and then I just look at them expectantly, a wild grin on my face.
“Oh, are you bossing us around now? Is that how it is?” Kane grins back at me, but he’s already unbuttoning his shirt as he speaks.
Suddenly, he stops before untucking his shirt. He turns to Derek, hooks his fingers on the other man’s belt, and pulls him close.
I stand there, still leaning back against the wall, as they start undressing each other. Chomping on my bottom lip, I then move one hand down to between my legs and gasp as I slide my fingers inside my thong. As I watch them unbuttoning each other’s shirts and unbuckling their belts, I start playing with myself, my fingers working on my clit eagerly.
“Oh God,” I pant as they kick off their shoes and pull their pants down.
Grinning at each other, they grab each other’s cock over their boxer briefs and turn to me.
“You want what we have?” Kane asks me, a smile so wicked in his lips that I feel my knees growing weak.
“Sure looks like it,” Derek adds, and then he does the unthinkable.
He pushes Kane’s boxers down and goes down on his knees. Doing it so fast I can barely process what’s happening, he grabs Kane’s cock with his right hand, and then angles it in such a way that all he has to do is lean in…and that’s exactly what he does, opening his mouth and taking all of Kane’s length inside his mouth.
Oh. My
. God.
Before I know what I’m doing, I sway my hips from side to side as I push my dress down. I step out of it then and take off my thong. Allowing desire to guide my moments, I kneel next to Derek.
He simply looks at me, pops Kane’s cock out of his mouth, and the two of us start licking that delicious hard cock, each of our tongue is on one side of the thick shaft.
I no longer know what it is to have any barrier, to have any limitation.
When all this started out, I didn’t even believe that men like Kane and Derek could be interested in me…and then, I ended up fucking them. I thought that was it, that I couldn’t go any further. But then...they shared me.
And now here we are. They’re no longer sharing me—we’re all sharing ourselves. And absolutely lovin’ it.
“Both…” I find myself saying, my hand still gripping Kane’s cock. “I want both your cocks, and I want them now.”
“You heard the lady, Derek.”
“I sure did,” Derek laughs, standing up and joining Kane.
They tower over me, casting their shadows over my naked body as their hard cocks throb dangerously close to my face.
I run my tongue between my lips in anticipation, and then I push their cocks together, the tips touching. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take them both into my tongue, using the tip of my tongue to scoop up the pre-cum glistening on their tips.
With my eyes closed, I keep on sucking and licking for what seems like an eternity, completely lost in their manly flavor.
I only stop when they yank on my hair and force me to. As I look up at them, my heart skips a beat as I realize that they want to return the favor.
Grabbing me by the wrists, they force me to stand up and then guide me to the leather couch sitting in the corner of the living room. They make me sit there, and then part my legs. They kneel between my legs at the same time, and then start kissing their way up to my inner thighs.
The moment I feel the tip of their tongues brushing over my pussy lips, I simply close my eyes and run my fingers through their hair. They devour me then, there’s just no other way to say it. Their tongues, lips, and fingers...they use it all to inflict the most delicious pleasure on my body, flames of ecstasy crawling under my skin and making my soul burn from the inside out.
