Table of Contents
4 Men Of The House
Also By Crimson Vixens
Dedication
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
3 Men Of The House
Wanted: Big Bad Brother
Baby Bargain
Now or Never
Double Feature
Double Dealing
Caught On Tape
Taste
4 Men Of The House
By Daphne Dawn and Natalie Knight
Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.
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Also By Crimson Vixens
Vivien Vale
Mountain Man Baby Daddy
Hard Pressed
Hard Bargain
Hard & Fast
Hard Luck
Second Chance Baby Daddy
Daphne Dawn
3 Men Of The House
Double Dealing
Double Feature
Double Stuffed
Wanted: Big Bad Single Dad
Triple Pleasure
Triple Taught
Goldicox
Natalie Knight
Taste
Painting Her
Caught On Tape
The Other Brother
Wanted: Big Bad Brother
Dedication
To the 4 best friends a girl could ask for.
Description
One woman versus four brothers.
We want her for her body.
Now she’s gotta decide which of us to call Daddy.
Megan.
Pretty little vixen in the black silk Dolce & Gabbana.
Tries to act the good girl till we slip it off her.
Then tempts and teases us in her red La Perla.
She was sent to spy on us.
Gather dirt and destroy us.
What she didn’t know was she’d fall in love.
But it’s not just her.
The four of us are now her world.
Protect her with no doubt.
Take her at night.
Watch as her eyes close while she screams out.
As she takes us in with those hips.
While our teeth sink into her lips.
We’ll save her from the scumbag who sent her to destroy us.
When he comes looking for her, we’ll be waiting.
Heaven help him if he tries to hurt her.
We’ll take down anyone he brings.
Afterwards, it’s just us. Always and forever.
Happily ever after for the five of us.
And in nine months, make it six.
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Daphne Dawn
Chapter 1
Meg
The cab driver slowly pulls up to a beautiful, multimillion-dollar estate. The tree-lined driveway is about a mile long, but I savor every second that it takes to reach the large house.
I’m dreading everything about this job. I’m walking into a situation for which I am not prepared.
In truth, I blame Simon. This is all his fault.
Yes, he’s been my boyfriend for the past five years. But he’s also been a real jerk. I’d say he’s borderline verbally abusive to me—and this latest event is not helping his case.
I’m here because of him. I’m here under false pretense. I’m going to be posing as a maid.
This situation is just laughable because I’m not the tidiest person in my own life. I don’t clean, and yet here I’ve been sent to the Belcourt Estate to work as a maid.
George Belcourt died about a month ago. He had a heart attack.
Simon wasn’t sad to see him go. And neither was George’s mistress, Joan, who is Simon’s mother. The two of them together are the most money-hungry people I’ve ever met.
George must’ve known that his mistress, Joan, was only out for his cash because he deliberately left her out of his will.
It doesn’t matter how many scores of diamonds and rubies he bought her, how many fur coats or trips to the south of France—all of it pales in comparison to the billion-dollar fortune he left to his four stepsons…not including Simon.
These stepsons are to be my new targets. I’m here at the estate to spy on the brothers and to try to understand how Simon can fit himself and his mother back into the will.
It’s a fool’s errand because any normal person can see that all the proper documentation is in place. George’s will was composed by the best, most top-of-the-line lawyers money can buy. That document’s gotta be ironclad.
But alas, I find myself here.
I don’t know how Simon plans to amend it, but I do know that if I don’t do this task for him, I’m in big trouble. If I don’t betray these brothers and get some dirt on them, Simon will do everything in his power to ruin my life.
Like I said, he’s kind of a bad egg…an asshole really. And I want out.
I figure if I do this one chore for him and he inherits some money, he’ll be so blissfully unaware of me that I can just sneak away. He’ll be so into parties and money that hopefully ruining my life won’t matter so much to him, and I can just leave.
I plan to escape to somewhere tropical when this is all over. Just me and a margarita on the beach. No Simon, no Joan, just peace.
I’ve wanted out of the relationship for a while, and this escape to the country may not be such a bad thing for me personally...if it means setting in motion my plan to get away from Simon.
This time apart may do us good. And most of all, it may provide me with a perfect opportunity to leave.
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Simon’s not a pauper by any means. He doesn’t have a billion-dollar fortune, but he does have enough money and connections in New York City to make sure that I never get ahead.
I’ve threatened to break up with him before, and all it did was get me in hot water. He said he’d ruin me if I ever left him. And I believe he could do it.
I don’t even want to think of what my life would look like if I broke up with him. Though it’s what my heart is aching to do.
And so I feel a sick kind of fluster of nerves as the cab pulls up to the mansion. The prospect of having to be someone I’m not is just not my thing.
I pride myself in being an honest person. And yet this horrible position Simon’s put me in will assure that I have to undermine the Belcourt brothers—these men I don’t even know but have definitely heard about.
There’s a certain amount of infamy that comes with the Belcourt family name, and I’m about to walk straight into it.
“Well, here you go, honey. Good luck. By the looks of this place, I don’t think you’re going to need it,” the cab driver says.
“Thanks,” I say, tossing him some money—a lot of money, considering we just came from the city.
I get out of the cab and look at my new future.
This place is gorgeous. It looks like your classic English manor, with the brick façade and ivory climbing up around every window. The grounds exude a sense of legacy, with old oak trees rooting down into the earth and revealing how historical the mansion must be.
I feel a cool breeze coming off the lake at the side of the house.
It really is a magnanimous place, which I would feel better able to enjoy if I didn’t have the weight of Simon’s mission hanging around my shoulders. He expects me to report to him and everything.
I try to tame the aching sense of foreboding at having to be a spy, and I confidently ring the bell.
Some guy, some kid, swings open the door to reveal a flurry of people running around behind him with various tasks at hand.
“Hey, who are you?” he asks.
“Me? Oh, I’m Meg. Mrs. Simmons sent for me. I’m here to be the new maid.”
This kid can’t be more than sixteen years old. He stares at me—or rather ogles me—as all teenage boys are tempted to do.
And then he says, “Okay then. Well, Mrs. Simmons is upstairs. I’ll get her. I’m her son.”
Mrs. Simmons is the head of the household, and she’s the one who hired me. I had rather expected her to answer the door and for things in the mansion to be quiet. Instead, there are people running every which way with flowers and decorations, oversized candles, swaths of fabric, and technical equipment.
The boy is gone before I can stop him and ask what’s going on. I shuffle my feet nervously in the doorway, waiting for direction on where to go.
This is not my usual gig. I don’t know how a maid is supposed to act. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long because an older, homely looking woman who I can only assume is Mrs. Simmons appears.
She comes down one of the two grand staircases that adorn the room.
“Oh, Meg. How lovely to see you. I’m so glad you found the place,” she says warmly.
“Thanks. It wasn’t hard to find. Most people seem to know about the Belcourt Estate,” I say.
“Yes, well, George…Mr. Belcourt was very generous with the local people. He’s been a huge loss to our community.”
“I can imagine,” I say with all sincerity.
She wipes a tear from her eyes, and I can tell the loss of Mr. Belcourt is still fresh on her mind. Her vulnerable state obviously makes me feel more than horrible about my intentions for being here.
I could just strangle Simon for making me do this.
“Well, honey, let’s get you all settled in,” Mrs. Simmons says.
I pick up my one duffel bag and follow her up the grand staircase.
I venture to ask, “Hey, Mrs. Simmons, what’s going on here anyway? Are there always so many people in and out of the mansion?”
“Oh, no, honey. There’s a party going on tonight. That’s why everyone’s here. In fact, I hardly have time to get you settled, because there’s so much to do. The florist is late with the flowers, and somehow I have to organize a staging room for some band called Haven.”
“Haven? You mean Haven is coming here tonight and playing at this party?” I ask incredulously.
“You’ve heard of them?” she asks over her shoulder.
“Um, yeah” is all I say, though I’ve been trying to get tickets for weeks. “So, do these parties happen often, or is tonight a special circumstance?”
“Yes, well”—she sounds like she might start crying again—“Mr. Belcourt always threw the best parties, and his sons are trying to honor that tonight. It’s the one-month anniversary of his death.”
I try not to prod her further, as she’s visibly upset. She’s a hell of a lot more upset than Simon was when he heard the news.
Mrs. Simmons shows me very long corridor, and then she opens the door to a beautiful room that overlooks the garden. It’s in impeccable shape. The design is modern with crystal chandeliers and contemporary furniture.
A tufted white bed hosts several white duvets, and it looks like a cloud. There’s an adjoining bath and closet.
I was expecting more austere maid’s quarters, but this is very plush. It almost feels like I’m more of a guest here rather than staff.
“I hope that you’re comfortable here and that you have everything you need. Joan spoke very highly of you.”
“Oh, Joan,” I stammer. “Yes, thank you. I think I should settle in very nicely here. Please let me know if there’s something I can do to help. Do I need to clean something?”
“Oh, heavens no, child. We won’t expect you to start work on a day like this when there’s a big party happening. In fact, you’re free to explore the grounds, and you can attend the party as a guest if you’d like.”
She leaves me alone, and her words are music to my ears. I definitely don’t feel like cleaning. And from the looks of it, this party is shaping up to be a grand time.
I think back to the big fluffy bed and how lucky I am to have landed here. I might have to do a little spying, but that’s a bargain price to pay for living in a mansion like this.
I drop my bag into a corner and look around the room at the crystal light fixtures and the special touches. I can really be happy here.
I’ll never tell Simon how beautiful it is and how happy I feel. I’m happy I’m away from him, and that’s enough for now.
Besides, I have better things to do, like pick out an outfit for the party. Luckily, I thought to bring my favorite black slinky dress.
I check out the sumptuous bathroom that has a claw foot tub and views of the gardens.
I light a couple candles and draw myself a bath. Then I sink into the warm, bubbly water and enjoy an afternoon off—an afternoon of total relaxation.
Chapter 2
Evan
I have her pressed against the stony exterior of the house.
Her tits are pressing against the rock wall, and her hands are extended over her head where I have a firm grasp on them.
I’ve been eyeing this blonde since the party started, which was not too long ago.
One look from my smoldering eyes, and I had her wet and aching for it.
I’m not totally unaware of the fact that she knows I just inherited a billion dollars. That’s half the reason she’s here, taking my cock in like a pro. She wants my body, but more than not, she wants my money.
She’s hoping that by fucking me tonight, she will somehow become my girlfriend. Little does she know that her motives are all too obvious.
Ever since I inherited so much money from my father, it’s been a near constant stream of socialites and models thinking I’m marriage material...which I’m not.
I’m self-made. I have my own millions stored away, and I’m used to gold diggers—but now that my father, the legend, has
passed away, everyone wants to be the new Mrs. Belcourt.
I just couldn’t wait for an entire party to go by before I fucked this girl. Her name is Tiffany...I think. She’s a socialite or something.
I know she’s not a runway model, as many of the guests are, because she’s too curvy and perfectly round for that.
One thing’s for sure, she has a tight little ass and nice tits. That’s enough for me to get off on for one night.
“Oh god, Evan, you’re so good,” she says as I thrust my huge cock into her.
Yeah, tell me something I don’t know. I’m the best in bed that most women have had. I pride myself on that fact and have a nice little reputation growing around town.
Everyone wants to bed one of the Belcourt brothers. I figure that my reputation better live up to my name, and by the way she’s panting and yearning for it, I think I’m doing a good job.
Also, she’s a good one-night fuck.
Tiffany fits the criteria of this night perfectly. She was practically begging for it right when she showed up for the party. And who am I not to deliver?
Naturally, I’m probably the first brother she ran into. And so I conveniently fit her bill as well. She would’ve fucked anyone of us—that I know for sure—so I feel less bad that this is just a one-time thing.
I slam into her a few more times, causing her to cry out. Then I grip the sides of her hips and prepare to take it home.
I circle her magic button with one hand. I’m always cautious to make sure that any woman I’m with has a good time. If they don’t come at least one time, I consider the fuck to be a failure.
So I finger her magic button as I plunge into her from behind. The stony exterior of the house provides a nice backdrop to our little soirée. It gives me plenty of support to fuck her hard.
With one ragged, gasping breath, I plunge into her deeply and release my seed.
She screams out, and I feel a warmth spreading from within her pussy. She comes at the same time as me, and I can tell by her vibrating body that it was as good for her as it was for me.
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