by J. L. Beck
The two females move over toward Jake.
I break the hot eye contact with Micah and glare at the sluts in heels. “Oh, no. He is not available to Whores R Us either.” I step in front of them.
They both halt.
“I am going to say this one last time. Get away.” My fists are clenched.
“Who the hell are you?” the blonde asks.
“I already told you. I’m the bitch that is going to slap the teeth out of your mouth if you don’t—”
The blonde lunges forward on her 5 inch heels and takes a swipe at me with her claws.
I take a step back then lean forward and grab her arm, wrapping it up behind her back.
“OWWW!” she yells.
Jake and Micah look stunned.
“You’re going to break my arm!” The bleach bunny whines.
Yes, I took classes to learn that move and never thought I would use it on some skinny, bleached blonde ratbag. I lean my mouth close to her ear and whisper, “Yes, in three pieces. Now, if you want your arm intact, you will walk away when I release you.”
She gasps and groans in pain.
The other slut bag looks horrified and she quietly slinks away.
Jake steps close. “Jenna, you need to let go.” His eyes are full of some emotion that is unreadable.
Micah nods. “Come on Jenna. It is okay.”
I let go.
The girl is crying.
“GET. LOST,” I demand.
She looks terrified and runs away.
I let out a breath and step forward. “Are you okay?” I ask a stunned looking Micah.
He nods but doesn’t speak.
“Well, god damn!” Trevor arrives. “Who knew that sweet Jenna was a stick of fucking dynamite?”
Jake and Micah exchange glances.
When he says this, I suddenly realize what the hell I just did! My face heats up as all three men are staring at me with curious but intense gazes.
Trevor starts laughing hard. “Well, kid. Your show will be something to remember!”
I look at him and the other two. My body is shaking. Oh god, what did I just do? I wonder again in panic.
The three of them are now smiling.
Micah says, “See? I told you guys. Special…one hundred fucking percent!”
The other two stop laughing and are looking directly at me.
I am so embarrassed. I just turned into an enraged animal in front of the three of them! Special? I roll my eyes. Like special Ed? I cannot believe I lost it like that! I am usually the last person to get mad. I truly don’t know what happened. I just snapped!
They see I look upset and all three gather close to me.
“Come on,” Trevor says. “I’m hungry, so let’s go get some Whore De Vours.”
We all look over at him.
He shrugs. “Come on, you know that was funny and clever. I mean Whores R Us? Come on, it’s funny!”
They all start to laugh.
I laugh too, as some of the tension leaves me.
The rest of the night turns out to be fun and enjoyable.
They finally walk me to my car and wave as I drive away. The three of them looking so edible as usual.
When I get home, I sort of feel like I’d been on a date, a crazy mixed up ride of a date…I freeze at this thought. A date with three men—a date with two coworkers and my boss? Where I showed them all how I really felt. They had to know I’d gotten jealous. Oh, crap!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jake
We all get into the Limo.
Trevor is still laughing.
Well, I’m not. I’m thinking over what happened tonight. From the minute, she arrives. Her in red? I just about dropped to my knees to worship her. ME! A woman who could make me go to my knees? That dress hugging every sweet curve. Her with her hair down and not in some bun like at the office. Her hair is like an ash blonde with highlights, and it looks natural. Under the lights in the gallery, it became illuminated like it sparkled at times. So after her references to the other woman’s bleach job, I knew her color is natural.
I could just imagine wrapping it in my fist, feeling its silky texture and using it to pull her mouth closer to my cock.
Then her scent, it nearly drove me insane.
Then the lipstick that she wore to match her dress? I wanted to smear it with my mouth. Mess up such perfection, have it sliding along my cock
Just so god dammed sweet, she made me feel protective of her, keeping those slimeballs off of her had become a vocation, not just a duty as we all agreed to do.
I was hard all night and thought I might suffer from blue balls for the rest of my life. The truth is, I only agreed to Micah’s proposal to shut the two of them up. I truly do not want to handle a god dammed virgin. The women I like are far from that little gate. I now know for sure that my brothers have it bad for her. I had guessed it before but thought it was just her being new and so cute.
Apparently, it is more than that. Me being the big brother, I would never want to crowd in on their happiness. Yes, I tease them and I especially like to goad Trev, but I decided in the limo before we got to the gallery to just go along, then bow out when the time came.
That is until she came into the gallery tonight. I did notice right away as Micah said that she is so refreshingly natural. I kept having thoughts of what it would be like to train her, slowly of course. To hear her moan and beg for me to fuck her. Have that sweet mouth as my own. To have her eyes locked on mine as I fuck her.
FUCK!
I slowly realize during the evening that my little brothers were right. I have to have her. I want to do so many things with her. I also believe, due to the precum leaking from my tip, that this might be the woman I have looked for. I dare to hope but try not to think too hard about it.
An innocent too!
Then this is where I am troubled. I have only been with experienced women. Mainly, just true subs in the last few years.
Trevor speaks up, “Did you see her when she showed up?”
I shake my head as he pulls me out of my lusty and troubled thoughts. “Yeah, like her arriving in that red dress? A fuck me dress, I might add.”
Micah sighs as if he’s picturing her.
I don’t have to picture her, she is now stamped on my brain.
“And her wanting to kick ass over the kid?” Trevor adds. “Who knew those fireworks were under there? Under that sweet exterior? God dammit, was that hot.”
I finally smile. I gotta smile. “Fucking adorable.”
“Right?” Trevor agrees. “I mean she was gonna throw down over Micah.”
“And over Jake,” Micah finally joins our conversation.
Trevor looks surprised and gazes over at me.
I nod. “One of the…what did she call them, sleazy skanks was moving my way.”
Trevor laughs. “So, she was jealous,” he states.
I shrug. “Whatever it was. We were all up on protecting her then she turns and protects us?” I chuckle. “Adorable and perfect. She’s a firecracker, I thought I had her pegged. Mousy, sweet, shy.” I’m shaking my head. “I’m usually good at reading women, though I admit I was wrong on this one. I bet she can get wild if you provoke her.”
Micah sits forward. “No provoking, old man!” He looks fierce.
Trevor and I stare over at him.
I raise a brow at him and can’t help but to tease him, he looks so serious. “I just know that sweet ass of hers would blush such a pretty pink when spanked.”
Now they both look over at me.
I shrug. “I wouldn’t hurt her. I know what I’m doing and—”
Trevor now looks fierce. “You won’t hurt her,” he seethes.
I lean forward and lock gazes with him. “I think you are assuming wrong on what I do with women, little brother. I’m not a sadist. I do not use whips and chains. FUCK you! I admit, a woman can barely walk after I’m through but that’s because she has climaxed so much she can’t use her legs.�
�� I lean back in the seat again. “What I will do for Jenna will be what she wants.”
Micah shakes his head. “Maybe we are getting ahead of ourselves here.”
We both look over at him.
“OH!” Trevor looks animated now. “Now he says it! What happened to…We have to share her?”
He shakes his head. “But what do we do? Storm her? Take her like she’s some slut?”
The two of us bristle at this.
“Of course not!” I answer fiercely. “This has to be handled right. She isn’t just some average woman.”
“I agree.” Trevor nods.
Micah studies us for a long moment. “I think…I’m in love with her, guys.”
We both freeze in our seats.
“I-I know it’s just been a week, but tonight? When she came up and nearly tore that female off me? I felt something that I never have before.”
“Yeah, a hard on that would damn near choke a sane man,” Trevor interrupts.
I glare at him.
“Well? Tell me you weren’t hard all night?”
I look away.
“Yes!” Trevor laughs. “You were. All three of us were.” Then he stops laughing. “But I also watched her in amazement. The things she saw in the kid’s paintings. Like she could see inside him, what motivates him. To have a woman see you like that?”
Again, the car went quiet.
“So it will be Micah,” Trevor finally speaks again.
We both look at him.
“Me… what?” Micah asks.
I look him in the eyes because I know exactly what Trevor meant. “You, that takes her virginity.”
His eyes widen. “W-what?”
I nod.
Trevor continues, “It has to be you. We can already see how she thinks of you and to handle something like this? Yeah, man. You are the one.”
Micah swallows heavily. “B-but…I have never done that. I mean all the women I…” He shakes his head. “Besides, why are we sitting here deciding for her? I mean, she has waited all this time. Like most girls give it up by fifteen, for Christ sake! What if she doesn’t want us like that?”
I chuckle, as does Trevor.
“What?” Micah stares at us.
“Kid, haven’t you seen when a woman wants you?”
He nods. “I just always know. But she isn’t like any of them.”
I feel interested in this. “Why?”
He furrows his brows. “Why what?”
“I want to know what you think she is like, since she isn’t like any of the others.” This is also true for me and Trevor too, I believe. So my focus is on how can that be. We do not like the same kind of women.
“I have wondered that too,” Trevor adds. “I mean how can this woman be the one we all want? We are all different, we like different…” He looks at me and arches a brow.
I glare back at him. “No S & M cracks asswipe, or I will so kick your ass.”
He smirks at me.
“Guys! Focus.” Micah cuts in. “See? That is my point. You two are so arrogant and cocky, strutting around as women fall at your feet. You get off daily, I imagine.”
We both gape at him.
I for one, do not get off daily, not anymore. But they will never know this.
“That isn’t true!” Trevor defends and looks at me. “It might be for Master man over there, but…”
Micah raises a brow. “So, in the last week, you haven’t fucked anyone?”
Trevor stills.
“HA!” I laugh at his expression.
“And you…” Micah turns on me.
I shrug.
Trevor says quietly, “No, not in a whole week. In fact, not since the day Jenna started at work.”
I take a sideways glance at him. The same is true for me. I had a session with a little angel that morning, but all week, I haven’t even thought about the club.
Micah is staring at me, as is Trevor.
“Okay, same is true for me. I have no urges for…well, the only urge I have is for Jenna,” I admit.
“Dammit!” Trevor curses. “So, we are all in love with her?”
I balk at this. I’ve never felt anything close that. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
They stare at me.
“Oh, really?” Micah asks. “So, this has happened before? You meet a woman then stop sleeping with other women?”
I pause at this. “It’s only been a week.”
Trevor rolls his eyes. “I haven’t gone a week in like…” His voice fades away. “Just that time I had the flu.”
Micah rolls his eyes. “You two aren’t good enough for her.”
We both swing our glares over at him.
“What?” he asks. “You two are man whores, everyone knows this.”
We give him beady eyed looks then lunge for him. This time, Trevor gives him a nuggie and I deliver a hard wedgie.
“Stop it, you fuckers!” he yells.
We both laugh evilly.
“We can’t stop, kid,” I retort as I laugh.
“Yeah,” Trevor adds. “We are man whores remember? We have no off button!”
Laughter fills the limo.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jenna
The weekend flew by fast. Too fast. I both dreaded and looked forward to Monday. I wrote furiously in my journal. I had to. Once I saw them out of the office setting, the hots level escalated for me.
This time, I put down exactly what I wanted from each man. Yes, so naughty, but I figured no one would ever know but me.
Then my mom arrives. This would have been a wonderful thing usually, but as much as I love her, she always snoops into my life. It really isn’t her fault. I mean she keeps on me about having no boyfriend and no prospects to even get serious, so that she can get some grandbabies, so she says.
If only she knew. I have three men lined up as prospects. I shake my head. No, you don’t. You can’t. But this yearning is getting worse. I am at a loss about what to do.
I did know one thing. The journal could not stay in my apartment while my mom is staying with me. She would burst at the seams if she ever saw it. She would think I was sleeping with them or have me in therapy when she finds out I haven’t even dated them and am fantasizing about three men!
I figure I can’t chance it. I place it in my briefcase.
Now here I am going up to the twelfth floor on pins and needles, wondering if they will all mostly act the same or if like I suspected, they would be acting different. Plus, I still feel mortified about acting batshit crazy with those two sluts.
I roll my eyes as the floors go by. I mean they were sluts that still remains as my defense and they were harassing Micah. Not that I wouldn’t love to grab his ass myself. I huff out air in frustration. Only I don’t grab it. They just did it without even knowing him. Using him for the notoriety, wanting him only because he was the unknown artist. It’s disgusting. You need to want a man because you want HIM. Not what he can give you or do for you.
DING!
Okay, this is it. I shake it off. Maybe it will be nothing. They will act like they always have and the whole thing will blow over.
I step out and halt.
Employees are all standing up as I arrive.
I suck in a breath.
They all start applauding.
I find myself holding the breath.
What the hell?
There are whistles and hoots.
“Way to go, Hawkins!” someone yells.
I am stricken. What is this about? Oh, god. What has happened?
Dottie comes up and puts her arm around my shoulder to lead me down the hall.
I am dumbfounded. “W-what was that?” I ask her almost not wanting to know.
“There was a video on YouTube.”
I gasp and shake my head. “Of what?” Again, I’m afraid of the answer.
She laughs. “Of you kicking some girl’s butt! It was taken by a phone but it is pretty good clarity, it shows what was happe
ning to Mr. Maxwell, those women groping him. Then you come marching up.” She starts laughing again.
I am horrified. Someone taped it?
We get to my desk and I stop. “Wait, Jake wasn’t being groped.”
Dottie wipes the tears from her eyes. “What?” she asks.
“They were groping Micah.”
She nods. “Yes sweetie, they were. I was so proud of what you did.”
I blink my eyes.
Micah wanders up with donut box in hand.
I stare at him.
“Hey!” Trevor comes up from the hall. “Wait for me.” he is carrying the latte he always brings.
I am still speechless and confused.
Jake walks out of his office and grins at me.
Okay, they are acting well… overly nice, but that isn’t what is bothering me.
Dottie is smiling. “Your girl here is a star in the office, Mr. Maxwell.”
“I know. Some asswipe taped that whole thing,” Micah says looking disgusted.
My mouth pops open.
Trevor chuckles as he sets the latte down on the desk. “Here let me get your briefcase and set it over here.”
“Gosh, how sweet Mr. Maxwell,” Dottie gushes while winking at him.
“Well, slugger here deserves some coddling.” Trevor nods.
Jake steps closer. “Yes, I sure don’t want to piss her off.”
“Right? Mr. Max—“
“WAIT!” I yell.
They all stop and stare at me.
I swallow heavily and speak, “Dottie, why are you calling all of them Mr. Maxwell? I mean is this another like office joke? Like old man and kid?” I look around.
The guys all look puzzled.
“We’re brothers,” Jake replies.
I gasp and take a step back. “No!”
Trevor laughs a little. “Last I checked, yes we are.”
Micah nods. “Though, I’m so different than them, I often wonder,” he snickers.
Dottie laughs.
Jake is staring at me. “Um, Dot. We can take it from here. Have a good day.”
She looks around at everyone. “Oh, okay. If you need me, Jenna, just call.” She walks down the hall.
Jake steps close. “You mean you had no idea?”
I am trying to get my brain together. How could I have missed this HUGE fact? I look at each of them. Cause they look nothing alike, that’s how! “No! I mean. You, I knew was a Maxwell, but…” I shake my head and sit at my desk.
