by Nicole Casey
“Harley.” Alexa scooted a bit closer to him on the couch. “I could tell something’s been distracting all of you for a long time now. Even if I can’t solve the problem, I’ll find a way to help.”
Harley shook his head, looking at me with concern. “I still don’t think this is a great idea, Hux. We have no idea what the implications of this could be.”
I sat down on the other side of Alexa. “No, but we don’t have anything better.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “She’s the smartest thing we’ve got going right now. She can plan circles around us, so maybe she can figure this one out too.” I looked right into his eyes. He was scared; we all were. “We don’t have any other choice.”
Alexa was shaking a bit under my touch. She could sense the seriousness of the situation. Still, she reached out and took one of Harley’s hands into hers. “Don’t shut me out. Besides,” she giggled and nodded her head back towards me, “this one promised me a complete expose on your family, so…” I smiled, loving the way she was attempting to comfort him, and waited for Harley to say something. If he wasn’t on board, it would never work.
Finally, Harley closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He held it there for about thirty seconds before exhaling and opening his eyes. He squeezed Alexa’s hand and nodded at me. “Okay.”
Alexa shot me a quick glance of satisfaction and then looked back at Harley. “Okay.”
He swallowed hard. “You know Malia, my,” he held up his hands to do air quotes, “‘Fiancee?’”
“Yeah. Is she not actually your fiancee?”
“She is, but not by choice,” Harley explained. “It’s an arranged marriage.”
“Really? I didn’t realize American families did that sort of thing.”
“Our dad,” I took over, “struggled when he first started his company. His dreams were bigger than his pockets, and pretty soon he found himself in need of an investor otherwise he was going to go out of business. Unfortunately for him, no one found value in investing in a brand new news company. There were already so many at the time, and people couldn’t see that my dad was a visionary when it came to building and expanding a business. No one would invest.”
“He decided to approach a man not as interested in the business itself as he was in getting paid back,” Harley explained. “With more interest than was legal.”
“He went to a loan shark?” Alexa asked.
Harley nodded. “The man he found was notorious for shady, underbelly dealings in Dallas. Dimitri Marcello.
“I’ve heard the name before. The Marcellos are one of the most elusive and dangerous mob families in the country,” Alexa said. “Your dad got mixed up with them?”
“More than mixed up. He signed a contract that gives the Marcellos nearly half of the control over our entire company,” I said. “For as long as the contract is in my dad’s name, our company is owned and controlled by them.”
“The arranged marriage is to get around the loophole that my dad found. If he turned the company over to me, it would void the arrangement between my dad and Dimitri, the only problem is, the original contract includes a clause that says I must be married to inherit the company. My dad just assumed Dimitri was an old-fashioned guy, but it turned out the plan was always to make whomever inherited the company from my father marry someone in the Marcello family to keep control in their court.” Harley sighed. “Ergo, Malia.”
“Wait,” Alexa said, “Malia’s a Marcello?”
“Not technically,” I said, “but she’s been with them ever since she was a little girl. Dimitri practically raised her and now she helps Dante with his dirty work.”
“Dante… Where have I heard that name recently?” Alexa asked. “I feel like I’ve heard it before.”
“You probably have. His name is everywhere, even if the police can’t pin him down.” Harley leaned back against the couch and stared at the ceiling. “He’s with my dad right now. Every year we take a family vacation with my dad, and it’s been Italy ever since he moved there. Malia made a plan all on her own that we’d get married while we’re there visiting next week. I’m afraid if I don’t go through with it, that they’ll hurt my dad.”
“Wow. That is a problem,” Alexa said. “I’m so sorry.” She looked back at me. “This must be hard on all of you.”
“All she does is try to create problems between us,” Huxley said. “She’s trying to take over the company, starting with Harley.”
Harley sat up again and looked into Alexa’s eyes. “Obviously, things could get pretty dangerous. We’d never expect you to just go walking into that sort of situation.”
“Are you kidding?” Alexa smiled. “Of course I’ll go with you! I don’t know what I can do to help, but I can at least defend you to that crazy bitch.”
Harley’s eyes went wide. “Wait, seriously? You’ll go? Why?”
Alexa fell silent for a few minutes before speaking again. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just get the sense there’s more to you guys than you’ve shown me yet, and I’m curious.” She peeked over her shoulder at me. “More material for my story, right?”
I laughed at Alexa and then noticed the look on Harley’s face. Part of it I’d seen before; the part that had lost all control and was about to take whatever the object of his attention was, but the other part was something new. A desperation--a hunger--the likes of which I’d never seen before in Harley. He reached out and took Alexa’s face in his hands and pulled her to him. He glued his lips to hers. I was nervous at first, that maybe we’d made a mistake, but soon Alexa’s hands curled around Harley’s neck, attempting to drag him even closer to her. Not only was she not resisting, she wanted it.
I slid closer to her on the couch, wrapping my arms around her waist to clench at her thighs. Harley pulled away, kissing his way down her neck, and I craned my head around to kiss her in his place. She welcomed the kiss if the way her tongue slunk out to mingle with mine was any indicator. She moaned against me as Harley pressed himself even closer. He reached around her neck and unclasped the part of the dress that kept it hanging around her neck. He grabbed her face again and took it from me, returning her to him in another passionate kiss, and I took over taking her dress and rolling it down her curvaceous form. I pushed it down until her purple, satin bra was visible, and then took each of her breasts into my hands and squeezed, massaging them while finding a spot on her neck to abuse with my lips and tongue.
Alexa let out another moan against Harley’s lips, reaching out on her own to take the base of his tank top and lift it over his head. Harley was just about to go in for another kiss when Alexa put her hands on his chest to stop him. I noticed her hesitation and halted my own movements as well. Immediately, my heart dropped to my stomach; was she rethinking it now, with my pants twice as tight as they’d been when I put them on?
“I’m sorry,” Harley said immediately. “I thought you wanted--”
“I do,” Alexa said immediately. “It’s just… I’m, um… I mean, I haven’t, uh…”
My heart, which was already in my stomach, exploded. “Are you… a virgin?”
Alexa’s cheeks, which were already flushed, darkened significantly. “It’s not that I haven’t had the opportunity, just with traveling and work and all of that. It didn’t feel worth it to invest.”
Harley sat back a little. “Uh, so… I mean, should we stop? If you’re not ready, we can--”
“I don’t want to stop,” Alexa murmured and the shy, thirsty look on her face made me want to continue immediately. “I guess I should have thought this through.” She looked up at Harley, through shimmering, baleful eyes. “Just be careful with me.” She turned her gaze to me. “I trust you.”
I looked at Harley and in that moment a silent understanding crossed between us. We would protect the woman between us with all we had.
I kissed her cheek softly. “We’ll go easy on you… this time.”
Alexa laughed, which gave me a tinge of relief, because for as excited as I
was, I suddenly felt nervous. Virgins were a whole different ball park, and I wanted her to enjoy her first time. I locked eyes with Harley because we had a very important decision to make. On the whole, we would make up Alexa’s first time, but only one of us would get to formally take her virginity. To my surprise, as soon as our eyes met, Harley smiled and bowed his head. He was deferring to me. That was so unlike him it made me want to stop altogether. The situation with Malia must have been messing with him even more than I realized.
I repositioned Alexa until she was on her hands and knees. I got on my back and slid under her until her hips were hovering over my face. I grabbed the bunched up dress that was still hanging around her waist, hooked my fingers into her underwear as well, and pulled then down over her thighs, down her legs, and off, leaving her dressed only in her sexy bra and Harley’s unbuttoned shirt. I looped my arms around her legs, took each of her smooth asscheeks into my hands, and pulled her pussy down to me.
It was already dripping as I touched my tongue to it. She squeaked as I ran my tongue along her lips and up to her clit to suck. I rolled the sensitive spot around my tongue with each and every moan Alexa made shivering down my spine and right into my dick. It was pushed up against my zipper and was beginning to hurt from how hard I was. I undid the button to my jeans and pulled my erect cock free. I stroked it in tandem with my rough tongue sliding along Alexa’s pussy, alternating between poking gently into her hole and moving up to suck her erection.
Harley’s deep chuckle filled the room. “Does that feel good? It’s okay to give into the pleasure, baby.”
Alexa let out a long whine. “It feels good.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alexa’s bra drop off of her chest, revealing her perfect, round breasts. Harley’s hands were on them a moment later, flicking the nipples, making them pert and attentive. I wanted to lick them as well, but I kept my focus on her pussy for now. I wanted her to be nice and prepared to be entered for the first time.
“What about you?” Alexa asked, I assumed referring to Harley. “I want to pleasure you too. Teach me how to suck you.”
That was my queue. I pulled myself from under Alexa, and shifted so I was sitting behind her again. I slid back and pulled Alexa back until her head was in my lap. “What don’t I do that?” I placed my cock right next to her face and stroked it gently, goosebumps covering my skin at the way she eyed it hungrily. I winked at Harley. “You focus on showing her what the Foxx brothers are made of.”
Harley’s eyes got a bit wider. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I rubbed Alexa’s face. “But I get the next time.”
Harley reached into his jean pocket and brandished a condom. We’d both come prepared given that our original plan was to have sex with Alexa. Abandoning the plan in the interest of not ruining things was a good idea by far, but once Harley lost himself, I had no choice but to go with the highly desired and irrefutably sexy flow. Harley slid the condom on, squeezed some of the lube he’d brought onto his cock and covered it thoroughly before sliding some onto Alexa’s pussy.
“Just relax, baby,” he said, rubbing Alexa’s thigh.
Laying there in nothing but Harley’s dress shirt, she looked like pancakes covered in glistening syrup. I took her breasts back into my hands while Harley perched himself at her opening. He pulled one of her legs up over his shoulder and kissed the inside of her shin and then slowly started to press his way inside. Alexa tensed up in my lap and I started to massage her nipples between my fingers.
“Breathe, gorgeous,” I instructed. “It’ll feel good soon.”
“It’s so big,” Alexa commented. She looked over at my member sitting next to her face and stuck out her tongue and licked it. “This one too.”
For a virgin, she really didn’t act like it. “Do you want to taste it?” I asked and Alexa nodded her head. I repositioned myself so that she could take it in properly. “Don’t try too much all at once. Just try the tip.” Alexa closed her lips over the head of my dick and I could feel the vibrations of her moaning from Harley rumbling over me. It was heavenly. “Ah, just like that. It feels so good.” I rubbed her cheek. “Just take more as you can. Circle your tongue around.”
Alexa’s tongue, rugged and dry from all moisture in her body shooting south, rolled around my dick. She started to work her way further down as Harley started to move a bit faster, pushing more of himself in with each thrust.
Alexa lifted off of my dick with a moan. “It feels so good!”
I stroked my dick as I took in the sight of Alexa being pleasured for the first time. Occasionally, she would weakly attempt to suck my dick again, but then the pleasure would overwhelm her again and she would stop. I didn’t expect the world from her during her first time. I was okay to finish myself off to allow her to focus on taking in every second.
“You feel so good,” Harley huffed, clinging tightly onto Alexa’s leg. “You’re so tight.”
“I’m coming!” Alexa whimpered.
I was stroking my own dick faster and faster, until I could feel myself starting to climax. “Ah, fuck.”
“Are you gonna come?” Alexa asked.
“You’re so sexy, I can’t hold it,” I said.
“Give it to me.” Alexa closed her mouth over my dick again and started to suck, suddenly some sort of expert.
“Shit,” I growled.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” Harley said. “You heard her. Give her what she wants.”
Between me stroking and Alexa sucking, I exploded. I released my seed into her mouth, my entire lower half tingling as Alexa drank up every drop.
“Fuck, that shit is gonna make me come,” Harley murmured. He humped into Alexa repeatedly, his own grunts and groans getting louder and shorter between. “Fuck!”
“Yes!” Alexa cried and started to shudder as Harley’s movements began to stutter, emptying himself. Alexa fought to catch her breath. “That was so good.”
Harley pulled out and collapsed on Alexa’s stomach while I fell back against the arm of the couch. I combed my fingers into her hair and scratched her head gently. “Yes. It was.”
16
Alexa
It was difficult convincing myself that I had a completely normal life after what I’d been through in the past few days.
To start, I’d slept with Harley and Huxley, effectively giving them my virginity; it was not the plan at all. In fact, all I’d been telling myself from the moment Harley undid his shirt to wrap it around me that night is that I would not sleep with them. I needed to maintain some semblance of professionalism, but something about the feelings that crossed from Harley to me as he kissed me knocked all of the wind from my sails. In an instant, I went from looking at two arrogant, self-centered businessmen, to looking at two guys who cared about me and just needed help. To think that they were being strongarmed into an arranged marriage, I couldn’t believe it. The four days that had passed since then didn’t really provide any clarity as to how I would help sort things out, I just had to hope that something would come to me as time went on.
Next, I’d packed up my things and was chauffeured in a limo to an airport hangar where the Foxxes private jet sat waiting with a giant, monogrammed ‘F’ on the side. I boarded the plane with all eight of the brothers and began a comfortable, luxurious flight to Venice, Italy where the patriarch of the family, Richard Foxx, lived with his wife Sienne. Harley and Huxley had informed me that this shady character, Dante, was already there waiting, and I had to imagine Malia was as well. I’d sounded so confident when I told Harley I’d protect him from her, when the truth was I didn’t exactly know how I’d do that. If Malia was in leagues with mafia men, my sharp tongue and quick wit weren’t going to get me very far, especially if they decided to get violent. There had to be a way to fix the situation that they’d found themselves in, and I was going to figure it out.
Now, I was standing in the middle of what could only be described as a small city. The white and gold Rolls Royce limousine
that had picked us up from the airport, carried us between a pair of shimmering silver gates an hour later, onto Richard Foxx’s estate. His sons explained to me that the large marble building, with regal pillars in the front, and a giant glass dome on the top, was their father’s main house, and the eight other buildings that surrounded the property were the individual ‘homes’ that Richard had built and dedicated to each of his sons. As we pulled around the main house to the backyard, I saw a series of golf carts lined up in a row, each with a different set of initials on it. I could tell whose was whose, apart from the two that both said ‘H.F.’
“Mine is the one with the bronze letters,” Harley said, noticing me looking out with curiosity. “Huxley’s has silver.”
“Yeah, because I’m better,” Huxley responded in his childish way.
Harley rolled his eyes and pulled me a little closer to him with his hand wrapped around my waist. Not that they weren’t already, but he and Huxley had taken to treating me like a queen since we first slept together. They were making it very clear that they were looking for something more than just sex with me and I didn’t know how to process it. I couldn’t stop thinking about when I had coffee with Sadie and how she told me she had five partners. It seemed so unreasonable to expect that one woman could be with multiple men and make them all happy. Wouldn’t her time be too divided? Wouldn’t she be exhausted trying to keep them pleasured? One night with Harley and Huxley had exhausted me for the next two days. What would I do if that was my everyday? It seemed impossible.
That’s when it hit me. I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long. To figure out. “I’ve got it!”
Keaton chuckled. “You don’t say anything almost the entire flight or car ride and then break the silence with ‘I’ve got it?’”
“Dante. Isn’t he married to Sadie?” I asked. The brothers all looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “What?”
“I guess we just assumed that was obvious,” Jett responded. “He brought Sadie to our dad’s wedding last year, that’s how we met her.”
