by Tia Siren
“Lisa’s insane! We all know that!” Stacey exclaimed.
“So aren’t you gonna ask the next question?” I smirked.
“Shit...okay. Assuming I bypass the fact that you’re being a selfish, spoiled brat who is talking about having children without being married to a woman who has already lost two children, how long do you have to convince Kason of this crazy plan?”
“One month.”
Chapter 4
Kason
I dragged Marcus to a new speakeasy that had opened downtown. The owner was the brother of someone I worked with. I’d told him I’d give it a shot while I was in town. The dinner with my parents had gone all right. Hanna had worn a skimpy little number that hugged her tits and ass in all the right places. I had to keep reminding myself not to stare at her enticing figure. A few times, I caught Marcus looking at me while I was looking at his sister and thought he was going stab me under the table. But then I had slapped his back and talked to him about his problems and finally gotten him to open up.
Apparently Marcus was trying to get his business off the ground but it wasn’t working. He had his own web design business but he couldn’t get anyone in the door to sign contracts with him. He was starting to burn through his entire savings.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell me this shit sooner? There’s plenty of shit I have to do with the company website.”
“Don’t you have someone on-site to keep up with that stuff?” Marcus asked.
“Two whiskey sours for the handsome men in the corner.”
The waitress set two drinks in front of us, and I couldn’t help but glance at her tits. They were obviously fake, but you could wrap a fake toy in anything to make it look appealing. Her smile was bright and her makeup was caked on. She licked her ruby red lips lightly before her eyes flickered to Marcus.
“If there’s anything else, please let me know,” she said.
“Will do, doll.” I smirked and turned back to Marcus. “Anyway, as I was saying. I paid a flat fee up front to have the entire thing designed, and then they walked me through how to upkeep it. I touch it sometimes, but I’m too fucking busy to update it regularly. Wanna give it a shot?”
“Kason, I’m not here asking for favors. You asked me what was up my ass and that was it. I got this.”
I snickered. “Obviously, you don’t. But it’s all right. I was fortunate in how I got my start, but some people aren’t. I’ve seen the work you did in high school. If you can do half that shit now, I’ll hire you on.”
“I don’t need your handout,” Marcus said, a bite in his voice.
“Look, do you want the contract or not? It’s time for a redesign anyway, and the information is sorely outdated. Quote me for the initial fee and the monthly installment; then use that shit to land other customers.”
He groaned. “Kason…”
“I’m not going to pressure you any more about it after this. Get a proposal in my hand by tomorrow or keep struggling until you’re broke and crawling home to your parents. I don’t give a shit either way.”
Marcus smirked. “You know you do.”
“Yeah, I fucking do. You’re my best friend, and I’m pissed you didn’t tell me you were struggling earlier.”
“Pride and all that, I guess.”
“Yeah, well, get rid of it. Tell me what’s on your mind, all right, dude?”
“Fine,” Marcus said.
“So.” I swallowed. “How’s Hanna doing in school? Last I heard was something about some dumbass internship she had to do.”
“Yeah, Kason. I was there. That was this morning,” Marcus said.
“Right. Well, I talked to a few people, and there are some spaces she’d be good for. Did you know my company actually has an in-house psychologist working for my HR department? Who the fuck knew?”
Marcus chuckled. “You don’t know who works in your own company?”
“Not individually! I know the departments and their heads and shit, but not all the details.”
“So, you think one psychologist needs an intern?” Marcus asked.
“I called, and she said she could use someone to help with the paperwork, but that would be it. Hanna wouldn’t get any hands-on experience working with anyone. But, there is a place where she would. It just has nothing to do with her degree.”
“Well, what is it?” Marcus asked.
“So, each department head has a secretary. HR, IT—even the main security office that hires the security guards does. But I don't.”
Marcus choked on his drink, and I thought he was going to drown in the whiskey he’d sucked back. I reached over and slapped his back a few times. When he finally regained his composure, I posed the question to him again.
“She’d have her own desk and office, and I could probably write some money into the budget for her, so it’d be a paid internship. She’d sit in on my meetings and take minutes, schedule and reschedule meetings, all that shit. So, it’d fulfill her requirement for school, give her some money, and she’d have some work experience to fall back on. Hell, she could even use it as a job until she found one that suited her career path if she wanted. I don’t give a shit.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Marcus murmured.
“What?”
“Look, I saw the way you were looking at my sister. All through dinner you kept asking her questions. ‘How’s school going?’ and ‘Dating anyone lately?’ and ‘What are your plans after college?’ and ‘Where do you think you’ll live?’”
“The fuck is wrong with those questions?” I asked.
“Dude, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a crush on my little sister. My baby sister, Kason!”
“I was just making small talk with her. Fuck, Marcus, I hadn’t seen your sister since she left for college!”
“You better not try anything with her. And this secretary thing? It better not be some weird-ass fantasy shit of yours.”
“The fuck does that mean?” I asked
“If you pull that shit with my sister, I’ll kill you and leave you to the birds.”
I stared hard at Marcus, and all he did was stare back. I could tell this had been eating at him all night, and it made me so angry. I had no plans to ever pursue his sister. She was twelve years younger than me. Hell, I’d grown up with her! I’d protected her from bullies! It was like she was my fucking sister, too!
Gross.
But I couldn’t help but tug on Marcus’s strings, especially since he was so worked up.
“Now why would you go and do a thing like kill your best friend over your sister?” I asked. Then that woman walked by again. The one who had served us drinks and whose fake tits were spilling out of her top. The one with her cut-off jeans riding so far up her ass crack that I could see the under slope of those beautiful cheeks. I wanted to cup them in the palms of my hands. I caught her eye, and she stopped to look at me. Just as Marcus began to answer my question, she stopped at our table and bent over.
“I’m sorry, but are you Kason Marx, that tech billionaire guy?”
I smirked. “Maybe.”
The woman was on me faster than Marcus could finish his answer. I knew he was pissed, but I wasn’t fucking with his sister. I had told her I’d get her an internship, and I felt she needed more human interaction than HR could give her. Fuck him if he thought I was trying to get in her pants. I had women, just like this one, flinging themselves at me every single day.
I didn’t need some little girl twelve years younger than me to sit on my face.
The waitress shoved her tongue into my mouth, and her tits brushed against my chest. She took my hand and tugged me to my feet. I happily left Marcus behind and followed her into a back room. She shoved me into a velvet chair and spread my legs wide. When she sank down onto her knees, my dick hardened inside my pants.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered.
She looked up at me with her doll eyes, taunting me while she slowly and torturously pulled my dick free. She licked
her tongue along the pulsing ridges of my thick dick. When she wrapped her mouth around it, I relaxed back into the chair. Her mouth was so warm, and her tits were pressing into my legs. I wrapped my hand in her hair and began thrusting deep into her throat.
“That’s it. Take that dick.” I groaned. Her ruby red lips were leaving lustful trails behind on my skin, and I pressed my hips so far into her face that her nose touched my skin. She swallowed and hummed in delight, her cheeks tugging at my dick as she sucked me dry. My balls were hanging low with need. I raised my hips and fucked her face, standing up from the chair while her hands gripped the backs of my thighs.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
My orgasm hit my body with a fury, and I fell back down in the chair. My legs grew taut and my body shook. Her cum-greedy mouth gulped down every single drop I had to give. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to catch my breath. When she cleaned me off with her mouth and released me with a soft pop, I crooked my finger under her chin and guided her in for a slow, warm, delicate kiss.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I murmured against her lips. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a few bills that I pressed against her palm. I stood up, buckled my pants, and left.
I walked back out to the table and sat down beside Marcus. When I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips, Marcus said two words that caught my attention.
“That’s why.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about. You forget that I grew up with your sister, too. She’s like my own sister. You don’t have anything to worry about, dude.”
“I better not.”
Chapter 5
Hanna
Of course, in wonderful dual family fashion, Kason’s family and mine connived dinner plans behind our back. Kason and I had only been back in town for a couple days, and already the Marx family was ready to cater an entire meal and throw a massive party in our honor. I told my parents that I came home all the time so there was no reason to include me in the party, but they wouldn’t have it. I really should've known better. My mother never needed a reason to throw a party, especially when she could team up with her best friend, Mrs. Marx.
My mom kept telling me how wonderful it was going to be, and Kason’s mom kept going on about all the food that would be there. With both our families combined and all the people who would eventually flood in to check out the spread, there would be a least forty people dipping in and out of this party.
Wonderful.
Stacey said she would bring Brad to relieve me of the circus fest, and I was thankful for it. I still hadn’t convinced Stacey to tell Brad about the pregnancy, and she’d sworn me to secrecy, so I’d told her that I would keep my mouth shut. I understood why she didn’t want to tell Brad right off the bat in case something went wrong in the beginning, but a part of me wanted to celebrate with them. I wanted to throw my arms around them both and whisper that this one was the one, that it was going stick and be okay. In seven months’ time, I would descend upon the hospital with blankets and toys and snacks for the new parents who had just ushered their child into the world.
Still, Stacy was my best friend, and I knew she needed my support, so I’d decided to go along with her wishes and let her handle the situation however she wanted.
People crowded into our joined backyard and beverages were poured quickly. My father had practically bought up the entire ABC store down the road. He made sure everyone had multiple drink options and enjoyed mixing various cocktails for his friends. Food was brought in by the truckload when Stacey and Brad finally showed up. Stacey complained about having a headache and blamed it on all the noise. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and watched while Brad ushered her back to the car. I told Stacey to call me later and we would talk.
So much for being rescued from this party.
My dad brought me a plate of food, and we stood off to the side together. I told him they really didn’t have to go through all this trouble, and he kept telling me they were celebrating something special: the Marx’s and the Rendon’s hadn’t had all their children together since Kason had left for San Francisco all those years ago. Now that everyone was home, we needed to celebrate and enjoy it. Up until this point, I hadn’t seen Marcus or Kason, and I figured they were off doing their own thing.
There was a part of me that was excited to see Kason again. I still wasn’t sure how I was going to seduce him, but I knew it started with tight clothing and a splash of makeup. So, I had found a dress that hugged me tight and put on one of my push-up bras. Then I’d slapped on a pair of heels that flexed my legs just right and painted my lips with a ruby red lipstick. Dad fawned over how wonderful his daughter looked, and Mom kept teasing me about how I was on the prowl even though I was supposed to be home to relax. What I didn’t tell them was that Mom was right. I was on the prowl, and the person I wanted was Kason.
After an hour and a half went by, I settled on the fact that they weren’t coming. I figured Marcus had pulled Kason off to some bar or something, not wanting to bother with the party at all. I was kind of pissed they hadn’t invited me. I mean, I couldn’t legally drink yet, but we all could’ve gone to get food somewhere or something.
Just when my disappointment hit its peak, Kason and Marcus walked around the house and into the backyard.
Kason looked absolutely stunning. Every inch of his 6’1” stature was painted with rippling, pulsing muscles. He was wearing another short-sleeved shirt that showed off the sleeve tattoo that cascaded up his arm. A few times, I brushed by him just to see if I could figure out what it was. His jet-black hair was styled with gel that glistened in the afternoon sun. When his light blue eyes caught the sun just right, they sparkled like diamonds set in a ring. His smile never quite bloomed fully, making it seem as if he had a secret he was holding back from everyone. Eventually, I tried to interject myself into his and Marcus’s conversation.
“Wasn’t sure you two were gonna show,” I said.
“Eh, we weren’t sure if we were at first, but we decided to come and leave our energy for tonight,” my brother said.
“Oh? And what’s tonight?” I asked.
“There’s a new speakeasy that opened up downtown. Marcus and I went a couple nights ago, but we’re thinking about heading back.”
Marcus smirked. “Yeah. Some bunny there likes to shove her tongue down Kason’s throat.”
A twinge of jealousy ricocheted around my stomach, especially when that dumbass grin Kason was dawning bloomed on his face. What woman was this? I wondered what she looked like. I bet I could have looked like her if I’d tried. She’d be a wonderful person to model myself after if Kason was chasing her.
“Oh? And what does this special woman look like?” I prodded.
“Oh, you know, the usual: big tits, short spiky hair, shorts that show her ass cheeks,” Marcus said.
“So she’s a whore,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Kason choked on his drink, and I could feel Marcus’s eyes bore into my temple, but I didn’t shift my glare from Kason. I wanted him to know I disapproved, that he could do better, that he was so much better than that.
I wanted him to know he could have the likes of me if he wanted.
God, our babies would be so beautiful. They’d have my bubbly personality and his intense eyes. They’d have my smooth tongue and his tall stature. Maybe my chin and his strong jawline. They’d be gorgeous and well-off because of the money we could make together. They’d love me for the energy I had and the things I’d be able to take them to do.
I’d protect them and keep them safe, loving them with everything I had. The late nights would never tank the energy stores I could replenish in a hurry with how young my body was. Sick nights would always flow into days full of cuddling because I’d have the strength to hold them close to my chest. I wouldn’t have to depend on a bed to hold them like my mother had to with me.
Didn’t every child who came into this world deserve that kind of love?
I sure as hell tho
ught so.
One by one, everyone left the party. The few of us who were left ventured inside for a few drinks, and I was kind of shocked that Marcus and Kason hadn’t left yet. The adults were talking in the other room, and a few of the straggling guests were pouring themselves another drink in the kitchen. I found Kason and Marcus in the living room, sitting around and talking.
Then Marcus got up to go do something and Kason was all alone.
He was sitting on the couch next to the empty fireplace, so I slowly made my way into the room and sat beside him. His body heat radiated toward me, and when he cleared his throat and crossed his legs, I knew I had him where I wanted him. He looked so sexy in the shadows of the room, and I just wanted to reach out and place my hand on his knee. God, his legs were so long and his arms were so strong. Part of me wanted to straddle his hips and plow my ruby red lips right into his. My heart rate sped up and my palms began to sweat. When I turned to look at him, I saw he was staring right at me.
His hungry stare puckered my nipples.
I moved closer to him and felt the fuzz of his hand against mine. I reached out my pinky and lightly brushed it against his skin. I was so close I could see the black of his eyes double in size. My legs grew weak and my body slowly collapsed into his. But just before I closed the gap between us, Kason shot up off the couch.
“Good talk,” he muttered before he turned and walked out of the room.
Good talk? Good... He hadn’t even fucking said anything! What did he mean ‘good talk’?!
I watched him walk out of the room and felt my heart drop to my feet. He called out for Marcus, probably eager to go find his floozy whore or something. When the front door opened and then shut, I knew exactly what had happened.
Kason had left and hadn’t even told me why he’d jumped away from me in the first place.
“Shit,” I murmured.
“Hanna, sweetheart?” my mother asked. “You all right? The boys left in a hurry.”
