I didn’t have the money to fix the damage. I was completely broke, and I relied on earning enough with my new job, so I would be able to pay off my debts. I hoped I could get myself out of my difficult situation in a few months, but now... Now this happened and I had no idea what I was going to do.
The landlord was a complete jerk, and he didn’t want to help me at all. He didn’t have any understanding for my problem, and the worst thing was that he’d said he was just going to condemn the house. He was going to condemn it! Just like that! He didn’t care that I didn’t have anywhere to live in this moment, and since I didn’t have money at all, I couldn’t find any other place.
I was without money, my things were destroyed, and I was homeless.
I reached the bottom and I had no idea what to do now.
I picked some old boxes that were luckily undamaged and tried to box up my stuff and save them, but I was shaking and sobbing. I could barely even walk. I told myself to take deep breaths, but I couldn’t calm down. I was all alone and I didn’t know what I was going to do now.
My phone rang and I whimpered, knowing who was calling me. Travis and Patrick had tried to reach me several times, but I hadn’t answered to their calls. I couldn’t when I was so ashamed and didn’t want them to witness this. I didn’t want to include them in this mess.
I supported myself against the wall, inhaling the horrible, damp smell in the air. Everywhere I looked there was water—soaking my furniture, electronics, clothes that I’d left around the place... It was a disturbing image and I didn’t want them to see this.
Everything had gone so well. This night had been fun and romantic, but now it turned into a disaster.
The sudden knocks on my door startled me. I winced, staring at my door in panic. Was that the landlord who came to throw me out?
I approached the door with a lump in my throat. I opened it and gasped when I saw Patrick and Travis on my doorstep. Oh no.
“Cassie,” Patrick said, looking relieved to see me. “We’ve been so worried about you.”
“Fuck, Cassie, you’re all wet.” Travis was frowning, reaching with his hands to touch me, but then he looked over my shoulder and halted. “What happened here?” I blushed, ashamed more than ever. No. They weren’t supposed to see this. What were they doing here?
“How did you find me?”
“Since you didn’t answer your calls, we searched for your address in the company files. We had to check on you. Now tell us—what happened?”
“I-I …” I sighed. There was no way I could hide something like this from them. “The old pipes burst and my whole place is now flooded.” I couldn’t prevent my tears from overflowing, and I turned my back to them so they wouldn’t see me cry.
I put some distance between us, not able to look them in the eyes. “My things are ruined, and I have nowhere to go now. The landlord told me he is going to condemn this place, so I’m pretty much screwed. I didn’t want you to see this because it’s so embarrassing. That was why I didn’t answer your calls.”
“Oh, baby.” Patrick was the first to reach me. He pulled me into his embrace. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing.” His breath warmed my cheek, his body heat and strength bringing me comfort.
“Don’t worry, Cassie.” Travis came in front of me, looking at me in worry. He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it. I leaned in to his palm, closing my eyes for a moment. Despite everything, I felt better. “You are not alone. We are going to take care of it.”
“Yes. We’ll help you. Don’t worry about anything.” Patrick’s hold on me increased, warming me from the inside out.
Travis moved his thumb over my lower lip, and I shivered. “You will move in with us while you get things sorted out.”
My heart swelled with some unusual emotion. I swallowed hard, wanting to kiss them and show them just how much they meant to me.
They were here. They were worried for me and they wanted to help me.
I was speechless for a few moments, looking at Travis’s beautiful green eyes that stole my heart from the first moment I saw them. They were good to me from the start, and what did I do? I’d lied, pretending I was someone who I wasn’t, and now I was becoming a burden.
“No,” I refused, separating myself from Patrick so I could look him in the eyes. I looked between Travis and him. “I can’t do that. That would be too much, and I don’t want to bother you. This is my problem, and I will do something to solve it—”
“What are you talking about?” Patrick frowned, placing his hand on my shoulder. “There is no way we would let you deal with something like this on your own. You’re moving in with us.”
“No. I don’t want to be a burden—”
“Please, stop,” Travis interrupted me and stroked my cheek again. “Don’t speak nonsense. You aren’t a burden and we would love nothing more than to help you. That’s the least we could do. So it’s settled. You’re coming with us. We’ll help you pick your things up and bring you to our place.” He hugged me, holding me flush against his body. “You’re trembling, sweetie, and we need to warm you up.”
His gentle words and actions only made me more miserable, because they were so kind to me, but I hadn’t told them the truth. I had to tell them this.
I took a step back and looked at them with a serious face. Okay. Here we go.
“Look. There is something I need to confess to you. I can’t let you help me without knowing the truth.” I took a deep breath. “Actually, I’m broke. Completely. I’m in debt and I need money.”
“That’s okay, baby. We will help you with money. You don’t have to—”
“No, that’s not the point of my story,” I interrupted Patrick, horrified with the prospect of borrowing money from them. There was no way I would do that. I wasn’t a gold digger. “Please, let me finish. Since I needed money badly, I was desperate to find a job, but I couldn’t find any. I went to so many interviews, but I was always rejected. The job of a legal assistant in LQT was my last option.”
Travis cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean—your last option?”
I sniffed, taking another deep breath. I could barely even look them in the eyes. “I’m not a law student. I already graduated.” Their faces twisted in confusion, and my heart skipped a beat. I had to go on and tell them the whole truth. I clenched my fists. “I’ve actually passed the bar, and I’d searched for a job of an attorney, but all of them asked for experienced candidates. That was why I’d applied for your job.”
For several moments they were just looking at me, and tension spiked. Oh no. This was not going to end well. I fought against my tears, and began rambling, “I’m so sorry, guys. My intention wasn’t to hurt you or anything. I was just desperate. I had to pretend during the interview because I needed a job badly, but then we started sleeping together ... I don’t want you to think I’m just using you or anything. I don’t want your money. I just need a job.”
Travis was the first to move, taking my hand in his and curling his lips into a slight smile. “Hey. Don’t worry. We don’t think that.”
Patrick nodded, taking my other hand. “Yes. We don’t think like that at all. We’re just stunned. I mean, you went through so much on your own, and even though you lied to us, I actually admire you. You fought to deal with your difficult situation in the best way you could then, and you managed to get a job.”
They gazes filled with admiration. “Yeah, Cassie. We aren’t angry. You are brave and strong. It’s completely understandable.”
“Actually, we knew that you are brilliant—we could tell. The way you handled your interview was amazing. Your smart answers completely surprised us, and we knew from the beginning you were capable and knowledgeable.”
I erupted into tears—this time crying from happiness. They weren’t judging me. They thought I was brilliant. How lucky I’d been to meet them?
“So I’m not going to get fired?”
“Fired?” They looked at each other,
shocked, and then they burst into laughter. “Are you crazy?” Travis asked. “Of course, you aren’t going to get fired! We need you, Cassie. This doesn’t change anything. We want to be with you and we are going to help you now. Come on, you are trembling. We’ll wrap you up and take you home.”
Home. My heart contracted. I was so happy.
I pulled each of them for a kiss, giving in to the passion that was filling every part of my being. Yes. Home was definitely where they were.
***
When we arrived at the penthouse, the guys suggested I take a shower so I could warm up and calm down a bit. They’d brought some of my clothes and several things that I’d managed to save here, waiting for me in the guest room—my room.
I washed myself thoroughly, already feeling better. Travis and Patrick were the best medicine, and now that I had their support I felt like I could deal with everything. I would find a solution. I could do this.
I got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, and found them lying down on my bed. They were also wearing bathrobes, wet after their shower, and my heart accelerated. They were so sexy and just watching them made me hot and ready for them.
Travis stood up, his heated eyes sliding over me. “Did you have a nice shower?”
I licked my lips. “Mmmhmm.”
“Did you have a nice shower? The next time, we’ll wash you. Every single part of you.”
The thought of them touching my whole body under the shower left me breathless, and when Travis stopped directly in front of me, still not touching me, I ached.
“I would love that,” I answered.
Travis groaned and grabbed my face, kissing me passionately. I loved their kisses. I loved everything about them.
“We were talking, baby.” He opened my bathrobe and found my breasts, grabbing them with his big, warm palms. He rubbed my little nubs and sucked my lip into his mouth, stretching it as he looked me in the eyes.
“Yes?”
Patrick nuzzled my neck. “And we want you to be happy. In every way. We want to give that to you. Tonight.”
I inhaled sharply, my pussy clenching in anticipation. “Does that mean? Are you saying?”
Travis’s eyes grew darker, and he slid my bathrobe off my body. He pulled me to my bed. “Lie down on your stomach and let us show you.”
My skin tingled as pressed my stomach on the quilt. He stroked my hair and moved his hand slowly down my back. I shivered and curled my toes, losing myself in his touch. He stopped right above my ass, and I squirmed. I needed him to touch me there
“Relax and enjoy,” he whispered and lowered his head to kiss my shoulders and back. “Let’s take it slowly. We’ll make it feel good. I promise.”
I nodded. My eyes closed. I couldn’t believe my dream was about to come true. It was everything I wanted.
Travis knelt beside my bed and took my foot. I moaned when his lips traveled across my sole. He brought my other foot to his mouth and kissed every single toe, making me wetter. Patrick’s mouth reached my ass cheek. Travis’s tongue twirled over my sole as Patrick neared my rosebud, and my breathing quickened.
“Show me, baby where you want me to fuck you.”
I groaned as I wiggled back, exposing my ass.
“Wider,” he demanded.
I whimpered, spreading my knees far apart and tilting my bottom up towards his mouth.
He hissed. “So fucking perfect.”
Patrick curled his hand underneath me, cupping my hot pussy with his hand. I moved my legs inches farther, exposing myself even more. I was desperate to be penetrated. For them to know my ass was theirs. It was my gift to them. One I gave willingly. Lovingly.
Patrick’s tongue ran over my bottom before licking my small hole at the same time he pumped his fingers inside my puss. I cried out. I convulsed strongly when a buzz of pleasure rushed through me.
“You’re already so wet.” Patrick groaned and pushed another finger in my pussy. “I’m so hard for you. I want to fuck you badly.”
My walls contracted around his fingers, responding to his words and intrusion with more juices.
“You make me feel so good,” I whispered. Patrick’s fingers were working fast inside me now and his tongue on my asshole felt amazing. It flicked as the electric sensations shot through me.
“You make us feel good, Cass,” Travis responded, sliding his hands over my calves and reaching my upper thighs.
Patrick pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips. “Suck them,” he ordered. I raised my head and took his fingers into my mouth. “Mmm, so hot. Do you like your honey, baby?”
“Mmmhmm.” I was still sucking his fingers, returning his dark stare as Travis replaced his hands on my thighs with his lips.
“I want those juices too,” he said and set my legs apart. He took a pillow and pushed it below my stomach so he could get easy access to my pussy and ass.
“It makes you feel good when we taste your ass, doesn’t it?” He didn’t wait for my answer as he buried his face in between my cheeks, pressing his mouth against that forbidden zone.
“Ahh.” I bucked my hips and shuddered, biting Patrick’s fingers. It felt like euphoria.
Patrick chuckled. “Oh so, you like to bite, huh? You like to play rough?” He took his fingers out of my mouth. He pressed my head against the mattress with one hand and secured my hands above my head with the other. Travis held my hips tightly, so I wasn’t able to move.
Travis made me drip with my desire, nipping, licking, and rubbing my sensitive virgin ass. Patrick released my head and moved his hand under me, thrusting his fingers in my pussy. I trashed wildly in an urgent need to come. Travis’s tongue breached my precious rosebud.
“Travis,” I begged.
I was so wet, throbbing, and I could barely breathe as he stroked my tiny hole with his warm tongue. The pleasure devoured me, getting stronger with each passing moment. Patrick fucked me with his fingers, slipping out, moving to my clit.
“Yes.Don’t stop.” Just as my orgasm started, Travis pushed one finger in my ass and I burst in sensations that were robbing me of all senses—nothing mattered but this ecstasy that continued when his finger started moving in me.
“Mmm, so tight,” Travis muttered and fucked me faster, while Patrick added another finger to my swollen pussy. “This is going to be so good.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I squirmed, their hands still restraining me. “Please, fuck my ass,” I whimpered. “Take it. It’s yours.”
Patrick slowly released my hands and reached for a bottle of lube out of his bathrobe pocket. “I have lube for your ass. It’s going to ease the penetration there. You’re so tight, baby. And my cock is going to burn.”
I shivered, wanting it, needing that burn.
“Please.” I looked in his eyes.
“All right.” He kissed me quickly. “You want my cock?”
“I do. So much.”
Travis took his fingers out of me, and I already missed them. I’d never known I was going to like being touched there, but now that I knew how good it was, I wanted more. I was addicted to it. I loved anal play.
They switched places, so Patrick was behind me and rubbing my pussy slowly as Travis sat next to me and held me by hand. Patrick’s fingers pressed through my wet folds, reaching my entrance before he continued to my asshole. I was already tense again, and I needed his touch there more than anything. He pressed his finger against my tight bud and pushed inside. His whole finger slipped in, my ass swallowing it greedily, before he took it out.
“Oh shit.” I was panting, squeezing Travis’s hand as lust and need consumed me.
“It’s going to feel fucking amazing,” he growled.
“Yes. Please.”
He coated his fingers with lubricant and pushed two of them deep inside me, with more force this time.
“Patrick,” A burning pressure settled in me, increasing when Patrick inserted his fingers fully inside, slid them out, and thrust them again. He repeated t
his several times before he pushed the third finger in. “Patrick.”
“Your ass is amazing. How does this feel?” His three fingers stretched me widely, but I was so hungry for more.
“It’s so good. I need more,” I breathed out.
“Baby, you’re making me all wet for you. I need to fuck your tiny hole that is squeezing my fingers so tightly now. You’re so ready to be fucked.”
“Fuck. You’re so hot.” Travis’s breathing was fast now. He stood up to take off his bathrobe, just as Patrick’s fingers sped up in me.
“Yes.” It was so intense! He inserted the fourth finger, and I was completely blind with the mix of pain and pleasure that started from the pit of my stomach and spread through my body.
“Damn. I need to fuck you right now.” Patrick pulled his fingers from me and shed his bathrobe. He put some lube on his huge, pulsating cock and pulled my hips up, getting me on all fours.
I looked at Travis. “I need you too. Please.”
He grinned, rolling underneath me. His gaze held me as I straddled him and sank onto his cock.
“Oh shit,” I hissed. He was so huge. So perfect. But before I could get a rhythm, I felt the ooze of lube run down my crack.
“What do you want, baby?” Patrick demanded.
“Yes. Fuck my ass, Patrick. Please, please. I need you both now.”
He grabbed my hips and guided his dick to my asshole. He pushed against it, sliding in slowly, and I moaned loudly when an unusual combination of sharp pain and pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Oh, baby. This feels so good. Ahh. So tight.”
“Patrick,” I gritted out.
Travis held my face, staring in my eyes. “Relax, baby. Let us fuck you until it feels so good. Relax.”
I nodded, my lips brushing over his with a desperate kiss. I was spiraling. Falling. Everything burned with a white light. My pussy ached from him. My ass was on fire.
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