Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  He climaxed, seizing my ass and groaning as his cum spilled inside me.

  I laid on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For not treating me like some delicate flower. For letting me be a sex panther,” I giggled.

  He helped me get cleaned up and dressed. “There’s no holding a sex panther back.” He winked. He kissed me. “I have to get down to the locker room. Team meeting with Applewhite.”

  “Oh? What’s it about?”

  He shrugged. “Playoffs?”

  “I guess so. Will you let me know if it’s important?”

  “Of course. Have you heard anything from legal?” he asked.

  “No. It doesn’t make any sense.” I picked up the fresh glass of orange juice. I was starting to feel a little drained.

  “I don’t know about you, but I don’t like sitting on the sidelines.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t like it when other people make decisions for me. If I were you, I’d tell your brother the fight is over before it even starts. Scare him off.”

  I twisted my lips together. “You think it’s that easy? He wants a billion-dollar franchise. Ghost stories aren’t going to work.”

  “Ghost stories might not, but reality might.” Dylan winked. “Let me know how it goes. I’ve got to get to that meeting.”

  I ran after him at the door. “Wait.”

  “What is it?”

  I threw my hands around his neck. “I love you.”

  He laughed. “Love you too.”

  As soon as Dylan was gone I looked around my office. It hadn’t been an easy journey to get here. I had cried. I had sleepless night. Nights when I was so scared I didn’t know if I could make it work the next day. I started with a fifty-year old broken desk and now I was surrounded by beautiful art. I looked at the watercolor of us.

  It was the only thing that mattered in this world—my true family. I pressed my palm to my stomach. “Ok, baby. Daddy number two is right. We’re going to fight for the Warriors because this team is going to be yours one day, if you want it.” I smiled. “You don’t have to have it. I won’t force you to have it, but I’m going to fight so you can make that decision—not your crazy uncle.”

  I picked up my pink leather bag and marched to the elevator.

  Candy called after me. “Do you need me to do anything?”

  “No.” The doors started to close. “I’ll be out for a while.”

  Forty-Four

  Vanessa

  Something felt off when I climbed the steps to my grandmother’s house. Gretchen wasn’t smiling. She had an odd look on her face.

  “Hi, Gretchen.”

  “They’re in the Warriors room.” She looked down and closed the door, taking two quick steps before she disappeared.

  The Warriors room was what we called the room my grandfather had decorated with every piece of Warriors memorabilia collected since the team’s creation. Rugs, curtains, lamps, coasters. If they made something with the Warriors logo on it—it was in that room. As a kid, I thought it was fun. As an adult, I thought it was the height of tackiness.

  I walked to the back of the house. I heard arguing. Their voices were getting louder. My grandmother was practically screeching.

  “Grammy? Danny?” I looked between them.

  “Nessa,” my grandmother called, trying to change the tone of her voice. I pretended I hadn’t heard them shouting two seconds ago. She scurried past the Warriors bookcase and presented her cheek for me to kiss.

  “We didn’t know you were stopping by. It’s good you’re here.”

  “Is it a bad time?” I asked.

  I hadn’t seen them since last week. Danny’s unusual appearance in my office was the last visit.

  “No, come on in, sis. Gram and I were just discussing my inheritance.”

  “I’m not Gram,” she scolded. “It is Grammy and has been since you were born.”

  “Gram, Grammy. We’re adults. Why can’t I say Clementine?”

  She twirled to face him. “You are my grandson. Show some respect.”

  He shrugged. “Sis, want to weigh in on this topic.”

  I was hesitant to walk deeper into the room. “I’m not sure if I should, but I’ve always preferred Grammy.”

  He scoffed, “Not about her name.”

  Grammy shook her head. “He insists that since he has depleted his inheritance that you and I should split ours and contribute to replenish his trust fund.” She pinched her lips together.

  “What?”

  Danny spread his arms across the couch. “I can’t be the head of the family, if I’m the poor one. It wouldn’t look good.”

  I was tired of it. Tired of the damn charade. Tired of his flippant attitude. My grandmother may have created this monster, but I hadn’t forgotten what Charlie said. She was still a woman mourning her son and husband—she was just desperate to cling on to a life that was buried. She didn’t deserve to be stripped of her money in her golden years so my brother could spend it on a stripper in Thailand. She didn’t deserve his treatment. Granddad wasn’t here to stand up for her, so I had to. Someone had to.

  “You aren’t the head of the family, Danny.” I stated it as calmly as I could.

  “I’m the big brother. Dad’s dead. Granddad—dead. That leaves me.” He pointed at his chest with both index fingers.

  “Maybe I am glad I interrupted this feud. I came over to tell you that the Warriors legal team has us on complete lockdown. You’ll never get through the iron fortress they have built. And if you try it’s going to take years. So many years, you’ll be middle-aged, Danny. And then what are you going to do with all your party money? Buy sports cars? Blond girlfriends?” I huffed. “And you do realize it will take a legal team as big as the one I have or bigger to go up against me? And you have to pay them, Danny. With money. They expect money for their work. Work that is going to take them years and years and they’ll still come up empty-handed and you’ll still owe them hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

  I turned toward my grandmother. “And Grammy, I don’t want you to use your money for this battle. He’ll take it. He’ll drain you dry. He already ran through millions of dollars and he’s thirty for God’s sake.

  “I would be happy to have your input on things at the office. I realize there are things you know about the team I haven’t even thought about. Maybe even some secrets.” I smiled slightly. “I’m not asking you to choose between your grandchildren. I wouldn’t put you in that position. I’m still your granddaughter either way. I’m still going to love you either way.”

  I stared at my brother. “But you are an embarrassment to this family. While I’ve been trying to rebuild our name and bring the team’s reputation back, all you’ve done is destroy it. The team doesn’t want you as the owner. I have a hundred men who will back me, Danny. And that’s before I even set my legal team loose.”

  I crossed my arms and waited for a response.

  My grandmother clutched her pearls and sat on the edge of the Warriors couch. “I-I, Nessa, you’ve never sounded so sure.”

  I smiled. “I am certain of this. I was meant to run this team. It might have been Granddad’s happy accident.”

  Danny rolled his eyes. “You act like you’re some kind of saint.”

  “She is,” my grandmother snapped. “She most certainly is.”

  “Fuck it.” Danny stood. “Give me some money and I’ll go. I can’t stand all this estrogen.”

  I stared at him. “What?”

  “You heard me. Don’t make me beg. Give me a million. I’ll leave.”

  My grandmother rushed over to the drawer of my grandfather’s desk. “Grammy, don’t write him a check for that. You don’t owe him anything. No one does. He can get a job.”

  “I most certainly will.” She scribbled his name and the figure and ripped it from the trust. “You have to take this to my accountant.” She handed it to him. Danny folded it in hal
f and tucked it in his pocket.

  “Grammy,” I groaned.

  “It’s done.” She looked at me. “Pack your things, Danny. You are welcome back when you’ve accomplished something.”

  My mouth hung open. I couldn’t believe it.

  He scowled, walking from the room.

  Grammy turned to me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. The last few months have been a cold dark dream.”

  I pulled her into a hug. Something she didn’t let me do very often. “It’s ok. I know you’re still hurting.”

  I felt her tiny arms circle me. “I was a royal bitch, wasn’t I?”

  I burst out laughing. “I’ve never heard you curse. Ever.”

  She looked at me. “We all have secrets.”

  Epilogue

  I pressed the button on the side of the speaker. “Testing. Testing. One. Two Three.”

  “Roger that.”

  I giggled when I heard Isaac on the other end.

  I tapped the button again. “Ok, this works.” I smiled.

  Dylan walked in the room carrying bags from the shower. “I think this is the last of it.” He deposited them on the floor. “How many gifts does one baby need?”

  I started pulling more of the presents out and lining them up just as Isaac appeared with the remote to the baby monitor.

  “This thing is awesome. It has great video quality.” He plugged it into the charger. “What else did we get?”

  I was waiting for them to find the surprise I had tucked away in the bags. I had slipped it in when they weren’t looking.

  Dylan held up a tiny Warriors jersey. “Ok, I’m going to admit it. This is awesome.”

  “We got so many beautiful things.”

  I hadn’t expected the shower. It was a surprise from Candy and my grandmother. They had lured me over for lunch and I ended up with nearly fifty women chattering and giving me advice about babies.

  There were bottles. Diapers. Outfits. Crib Sheets. The bags were filled. But the guys still hadn’t found my surprise.

  “Isaac, did you go through that last bag?”

  He dug through. “Looks like baby stuff to me.”

  I sighed. They were helpful. And it was amazing to have two of them pampering me at all times, but I was dying for them to get to the surprise.

  “See anything special?” I prodded.

  He turned the bag upside down, dumping all the gifts on the floor and then his eyes landed on it. He scattered the presents and plucked the sonogram from the floor.

  “Is that?” Dylan jumped over to look at it.

  I nodded, practically squealing.

  Isaac held it up. I saw the grin on his face before he handed it to Dylan.

  “A boy? It’s a boy.”

  I laughed. “Yes. Verified many times, I assure you.”

  Dylan studied the picture. “Wow.”

  Isaac circled his hands around my belly. It wasn’t much bigger than if I had stuffed a football under my shirt, but I loved my baby bump. I loved everything about my body when I was pregnant. How beautiful I felt. How thick my hair was. How Isaac and Dylan took care of me.

  I knew I was one of those glowing pregnant women. I could see it every time I looked in the mirror. I had that same glow on our wedding day.

  Isaac stood next to Dylan on the natural alter we built at Isaac’s ranch. As I said my vows, my eyes locked on each of them. My vows were to them. To us. To the love I shared with each of them.

  My grandmother was upset we didn’t get married on the estate, but the ranch seemed like the right place. It was where I became the woman I was today. It was where I pledged my body and soul to these men I loved with all my heart.

  Besides, we had to move the wedding up so it was before Christmas and didn’t interfere with playoffs. I didn’t think after everything Grammy had been through, she could handle the confines of a small wedding.

  We kept the guest list limited. Charlie ran proper background checks and no press was included, except the Warriors’ press corp.

  I couldn’t think of a more perfect day than our wedding day. And no night meant more to me than our honeymoon.

  “What are you thinking about?” Isaac’s hands massaged the swell of my belly.

  “Our honeymoon.” I smiled.

  “We should do that again.” Dylan winked.

  He folded onesies and stuffed them in a drawer.

  I giggled. I was staring at my husband. A man who had more career receptions than anyone the entire season. The sexiest, most irresistible playboy and he was folding baby clothes.

  “What’s so funny?” He turned around.

  “Six months ago you were in my office telling me how I should run the Warriors.”

  “And?” He’s eyebrows arched.

  “And now we’re married and you’ve never been more adorable getting this baby’s room ready.”

  “Adorable?” Dylan looked at Isaac. “Did she just call me adorable?”

  I giggled harder.

  “I think she did, brother.”

  “Please, stop. It hurts to laugh this much.”

  Dylan strolled across the nursery, planting a kiss on my lips. “I love you, darlin’.”

  “I love you too.”

  Isaac’s eyes popped. “Shit. Did you feel that?”

  I smiled. “He’s missing out.”

  “I want to feel him kick.” Dylan dropped to his knees.

  I thought I would die from happiness. I had everything I ever wanted. The two loves of my life who adored and worshipped me. A healthy baby on the way. I had found my way in a haze of confusion and sadness because of them. They brought me into clarity. Into light.

  They gave me a family. And for the rest of my life I would always have double the joy and double the love. My happily ever after was twice what I could ever have imagined.

  Shh…another secret from Vanessa…You didn’t think she was finished with the secrets did you? She gives you the inside scoop on what happened on the honeymoon. Keep reading to get to the **deleted scene.**

  Naughty Notes

  Y’all, I don’t even know where to being with this story. First, I have to say thank you to Nicole for joining me on this journey. And wow, did she bring the heat to some of those scenes! I needed a fan when we were editing. So, thank you, Nicole! You sure know how to set the pages on fire.

  My readers know by now I LOVE football players. I’ve had so much fun writing about them, and the idea for this book came to me when I couldn’t decide between which character to pursue for Vanessa. And after talking to Nicole, I realized we shouldn’t have to choose—we could have both! Win-win! Right?

  This book really took me out of my comfort zone (cough, cough), but sometimes we need art to push up to expand our creativity. And what’s better than a little fantasy with two super hot sweet and dirty on the side guys?

  Thank you so much for reading! I have a special treat for you. There’s a deleted scene from the HONEYMOON! OMG—you’re going to need another fan. Keep reading until the VERY end and Dylan and Isaac are waiting for you.

  I included some of my other favorite books for you too. Happy reading, y’all!

  XOXO,

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  Copyright

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  Copyright © 2017 Nicole Elliot

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  Warning

  Warning: This book is SUPER dirty. I mean you saw the title, right?

  It’s totally romantic and features a ton of sex scenes.

  I hope you love it!

  Nicole

  One

  Oliver

  “We have to win the bid for this building, you got this?” I said in annoyance to the underling on the other side of the phone line.

  I was going down the stairs of the said building in a hurry, talking over the phone with the real estate division of my company. I’d come here today to see it again, and now I was even more convinced in its high potential.

  I was one of three partners in my development firm LQT, and I dealt with the purchasing of old buildings to renovate. The building I was currently interested in was another run-down building. It was historic and held a great value.

  In its old glory days, this was a hotel—the luxurious Art Deco styled rooms attracted many customers—but the owner went bankrupt and his hotel went out of business. He moved away, leaving the building as it was and neglecting it completely over the next years. It was sad really, not for him, but for the building itself.

  For many years, various companies had been trying to get this building as its district became wealthier and attracted more contractors. Thankfully, its owner had finally decided to put it for sale. Obviously, the news of this auction spread like a wildfire, and it reached media too. That was why I wasn’t the only one who was interested in this building. Currently, there were several other bidders interested and I knew I had to grab it before someone else got it.

  I was on my phone for several minutes already, making sure we secured the bid. I just had to make sure nothing went wrong, but I was fucking nervous and desperate to get this building. I wanted to restore it to a boutique hotel for high-end clients, and I was sure this would bring our firm huge profits. The guys would love it and maybe it would be my turn to take a vacation.