The Billionaires and The Book Nerd: A MFM Billionaire Menage Romance

by Harper West

  I opted for a drink.

  As I sidled over to the miniature bar we kept in the bedroom of the boat, I heard Brooklyn singing on the other side of the bathroom door. I wasn't one for sirens. In fact, I didn't believe in much other than cold, hard facts that could make me a few thousand bucks.

  But her singing put me at ease.

  The moment I heard her voice wafting through the door was the moment I completely questioned my sanity. Even Jack seemed to fall under her spell as easily as I had with very little room for resistance.

  I didn't like it... but I did.

  I loved it.

  How could she do that to us?

  “She sounds like she could sing professionally,” Jack commented. “Maybe even better than professionally.”

  “Don't get lost in your hormones, Jack.”

  “Said the guy who got lost in his hormones just minutes ago.”

  The sound of the shower followed her singing and I listened to her voice echo while trying to ignore its obvious effects on my body. My cock was beginning to twitch.

  I had to have her.

  Again.

  I cleared my throat. “Just because you like her doesn't mean she can do whatever.”

  “You don't know that.”

  “Use your brain, you fool.”

  “Well, that sounded a lot more like you than most of the past two days.”

  “We have a contract to fill—nothing more and nothing less.”

  “Contracts can change.”

  I sneered. “You better not try to propose changes to it, Jack.”

  “Not without your approval.”

  I was sick of his joking. I just wanted to have my whiskey in peace and making grab a piece of Brooklyn on her way out. I was even tempted to go in the bathroom with her. That tub was large enough for us three…

  I shook my head. “This is ridiculous.”

  “You can't stop thinking about her either, can you?”

  “We're never like this.”

  “That's what happens when we get around beautiful women who satisfy us.”

  I shrugged. “It's not that. It's something else. It's something more.”

  “Whoa, what kind of feelings are you having there, buddy?”

  “I don't even know anymore. It just feels strange.”

  “Well, how about this,” Jack proposed as he went to get himself a drink. “Let's enjoy the night, have breakfast with her, and then determine from there whether this is something more.”

  “I suppose that's a fair suggestion.”

  “You're a man of logic and facts. I figured you would appreciate such a plan.”

  I smiled. “You always knew me best, Jackie.”

  “Ew, don't call me that.”

  “Jackie.”

  “I swear to God, Coop. I'm going to throw this glass at you.”

  The door for the bathroom swung open. “Are you two already fighting over me?”

  Brooklyn stood in the doorway with her wet hair hanging over one shoulder and a towel loosely wrapped around her torso. I gaped at her angelic form framed by steam from her shower.

  “No,” I blurted. “We would never do such a thing.”

  “Didn't sound like it,” she teased. “Could you two procure me something comfortable to wear?”

  “Jack, get to it.”

  “Why me?”

  “Because I said so!”

  She giggled. “Always quarreling. Just like college.”

  “I thought you didn't remember college?” I posed thoughtfully as Jack retreated to get something from the closet. “Or were you just playing coy?”

  “Wouldn't you like to know?” she retorted.

  “That's why I asked.”

  She giggled again and sat on the bed, smoothing her hair while waiting for Jack to get her some clothes. He handed her a semi-large t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

  He blushed. “We hadn't anticipated you staying.”

  “Well, I can't fault you for that.”

  “You could sleep naked.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Jack.”

  “Right—manners.”

  She smiled at us both in turn and then laid back. “That's not a terrible idea.”

  “Only if you're comfortable with it,” I said. “I don't want you to feel pressured.”

  She propped herself up on her hand, planting her elbow into the sheets. She looked lovely laying on our round bed, the one we used to hook up with whoever would have us. It wasn't like us to host overnight—that only happened if rounds three and four were going to happen—so this was new territory for me.

  I was beside myself with the joy of her company. She was exquisite in many ways. She was talented and sexy and incredibly smart, but she was humble about it. I think I found her resilience and humility to be the most attractive of her traits, things I didn't typically find attractive in most women.

  Then again, I hadn't met many women like Brooklyn.

  Chapter 12

  Jack

  I could feel the boat rocking gently on the water. It was well past midnight and both Cooper and Brooklyn had long since passed out. I was still awake as per usual. Although I was a relatively laid-back guy, I could be a hard thinker every so often.

  And tonight was one of those nights.

  I studied her as she slept. Even unaware of her surroundings, she appeared as perfect as she had at the ball. Her milky skin and plump breasts were enough to call me to her. I planted my lips deep into her neck, inhaling the incredible scent of the soap we kept on the boat.

  She smelled like lilac—it was intoxicating.

  I wasn't even sure what would happen once our interviews were over. She was giving us some incredible material, but she was also giving us incredible head. I don't think I ever wanted to let her go.

  I could easily a devise a plan to keep her that even Cooper couldn't resist. We hadn't met a lot of great women in the area and she was more than great—she was perfect. I didn't want to lose her just because the contract had ended.

  But what could I really do?

  I thought myself into such a funk that I fell asleep with my head pounding and woke to the same sensation. This time, the sun was shimmering through the blinds and alerting my senses. Brooklyn stirred next to me. I curled in close to her back and nuzzled into her skin, feeling my cock reacting before I could.

  I tangled my hand around her waist.

  “You two look cute.”

  I popped up from the sheets to find Brooklyn standing in the doorway of the room with a tray in her hands.

  “I'd say keep cuddling, but I don't think either of you are bi.”

  I glanced nervously to who I thought was her, and noticed my best friend still sleepily curled into the sheets. I shook my head.

  “You did that,” I accused playfully. “You just wanted to test the waters.”

  “And was I right?” she set the tray down on the table across the room. “Did I guess correctly?”

  “Not a bi bone in my body.”

  “Just as I suspected.”

  “I don't recall that being part of the contract.”

  She stood tall and propped one hand on her hip. “Neither was the game, but I don't hear you complaining about that.”

  She was sassy and I loved it. I sat down at the table, not minding the chill that took my skin. What was enticing me was the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast. She took the lid off the tray and revealed an assortment of delicious food that made me salivate immediately.

  “Did you do all this?” I asked while accepting a plate from her.

  “No, the cook did, but I picked it up.”

  “You're too sweet.”

  She smiled warmly as she sat down, hair spilling over her eyes. She pushed a lock behind her ear just as the left shoulder of her robe fell down to reveal her skin. But she didn't fix that.

  I couldn't stop staring.

  “Should we wake the brainstorm?” she teased.

  “Nah, let him sleep. He ra
rely sleeps in.”

  “Are you sure that's a good idea? I feel like he would have a fit if we let him sleep.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Can I just get five minutes alone with you?”

  “Is that all you want?”

  “I mean, are you offering something else?”

  She arched an eyebrow in my direction while she piled a plate full of food. As she scooped eggs into her mouth, I followed suit, feeling my hunger double when the heavenly scent reached my nostrils. I was overwhelmed with emotions—and that wasn't terribly unusual, but it felt unwarranted.

  How could a woman of her stature appear on our doorstep and sweep us away like this?

  Of course, I had no way of knowing how Cooper felt, but I could guess. I could always guess with him. We were practically bound by blood and I could tell his every mood just by looking at him.

  Still, I needed the confirmation. I needed to know whether she worked with us both or making a plan to keep her wouldn't really work.

  “What should we do today?” she asked innocently while grabbing a slice of toast.

  “We'll have to check in with our office and make sure the next issue is coming along.”

  “And how is it coming along?”

  I shrugged. “It's how it usually comes along—slow, painful, but worth it.”

  “I couldn't imagine running a magazine.”

  “It's a skill we acquired easily after college.”

  “I just couldn't picture you two doing that at the time. I always thought you would get into a more macho business.”

  “Says the woman who thinks we should be careful how we word our articles.”

  She giggled. “I was just teasing you. I mean, I made my own mistakes back in the day. I used to think it those terms all the time.”

  “And what about now?”

  “I still think you two are as stereotypical as they come.”

  I faked a dramatic gasp and held my hand over my heart. “Wow, Brook, I didn't take you for someone who believed in stereotypes.”

  She laughed and reached for her coffee mug as I reached for mine. Our fingers brushed for a moment, the mere touch causing energy to ripple up my arm and over my shoulder. I heard Cooper stirring and rising from the bed. I turned with a fresh mug of coffee to hand to him when he finally made his way over to us.

  He grumbled something incoherent.

  “Good morning to you, too,” Brooklyn said cheerily. “What do you want to do today?”

  “We have to check in with the magazine,” he said as he sleepily rubbed his eyes. A yawn interrupted his features. When he sufficiently blinked away the sleep, he started slurping his coffee. “Jack, did you check in with our assistant?”

  “Not yet. I just woke up.”

  “Well, we should do that.”

  “You got it, Captain.”

  He grimaced but didn't retort. He seemed too tired to let his brain fire off any insults and I was happy for it. He could be a real grump in the morning.

  Brooklyn didn't seem at all bothered by his lack of cheer. She calmly loaded a plate for him and handed it over. As he accepted it, he wore a sleepy smile that spoke of how her simple kindness made him feel. It was a sweet moment that made me feel compassion.

  That's rare, I considered quietly. I mean, I never really get jealous with a woman between us, but it has happened. Brooklyn doesn't do that to me. I'm actually happy that she's helping him.

  I shook away the thoughts in my head.

  “Need more coffee?” Brooklyn inquired. “I can go grab the pot from the cook.”

  “That would be wonderful,” I replied.

  She floated out the door and into the bright early morning, disappearing behind the wall. I looked after her for a few mesmerized seconds before turning to Cooper.

  “She brought us breakfast,” I whispered. “Isn't that sweet?”

  “That's odd.”

  “And sweet.”

  He sighed. “Well, I'm glad it was here. I think I have a hangover.”

  “You never get hangovers. Did you drink anything out of the ordinary?”

  “No, that's the thing. It's like she has a different effect on me.”

  I chuckled. “You and me both, brother.”

  She returned quickly with a full pot in her hands and set it in the center of the table. The smell of it prompted me to reach for it, topping off my halfway empty mug.

  She hummed as she went for more food.

  “I've never seen a woman put away so much,” Cooper commented.

  I glared at him. “Not that he thinks it's bad or something.”

  “Oh, no, never.”

  “He just means that we usually date women who... well...”

  “Don't eat?” she finished for us. “I get it. I like to eat. It doesn't make me gain a ton of weight and I'm thankful for that, but I'm not shy about my food.”

  “And we like that,” Cooper said.

  “We enjoy having someone who can enjoy a meal with us,” I added.

  “You two are adorable when you're nervous,” she teased.

  I flushed red. I hated that she could make me blush, but it was such a liberating feeling. Not even the most beautiful women could bring me to my knees like she could.

  And here I was resisting it.

  She was more submissive, sure, but she had a way of taking power. It was rather attractive. I suppose her field required her to be extra assertive. I couldn't imagine the challenges she must have faced through the years while building her reputation. It made me suddenly want to guard her; to protect her.

  “So, after we check in with our magazine, our afternoon is open,” Cooper stated.

  “Would you like me to go home?” she asked.

  “No, actually,” he replied. “I think it would be good for you to come along. We could even do our next interview there.”

  “I would like that. It was quite a sight the last time I was there, but I wasn't there for long.”

  “You could see our office,” I offered. “Or whatever you like. You can see the print room and the review room. There's so much in there to witness.”

  “Sounds like a wonderful plan.”

  “Do you need to go home and wrap up any loose ends?”

  She shrugged. “I can make a few simple phone calls. There was a pile of letters on my desk from professors who needed this or that, but they can wait.”

  I shook my head. “We wouldn't want you to sully your reputation on account of us.”

  “It would be so simple for us to drop by the library where you work—and then you could show us what your office looks like.”

  “Actually,” she said while lifting her coffee mug. “That ain't a half-bad idea.”

  I chuckled at the idea of us getting into trouble in her office. Our workers knew not to disturb us in our office. But her people? Well, they might accidentally walk in on something.

  I must have looked dreamy or something because she waved her hand in front of my face.

  “Are you alive?” she asked.

  “Oh, I'm quite fine.”

  “I asked if you were alive.”

  I laughed. “Just dreaming still.”

  “About?”

  “Wouldn't you like to know?”

  Cooper groaned. “Please, don't bicker before I've had enough coffee to deal with people.”

  Brooklyn giggled and hid her lips with her coffee mug. I watched her lips move to accommodate for her drink and instantly thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock. The effect she had on me was wild. And it wasn't purely lust—at least I didn't think so. It was something more visceral, something deep and primal.

  I felt my boxers grow taut and I cleared my throat, adjusting my position in my seat as I loosened my boxers.

  “Do you two happen to have something mildly professional for me to wear?” she inquired. “Or should I go in my robe?”

  Cooper looked red in the face.

  At least I wasn't the only one who blushed with her.

&n
bsp; “We could drop by your place,” he offered. “And then take you to work.”

  “What a full day we're all about to have,” she joked.

  “Oh,” I said with a grin. “You have no idea, darling.”

  Chapter 13

  Brooklyn

  Once again, I found myself in the offices of the most prolific men's magazine in Phoenix, Arizona. It was a wicked structure with wide windows and plenty of space to move around. Truthfully, I was a bit jealous of the amount of space they had—it would have been perfect for a library had it been built just for that. The library I worked in was excellent, but it also had limited resources.

  That was just the nature of this world—magazines were more invested in than libraries. Though it made me angry, I tried to empathize with the amount of hard work they had dedicated to creating such a popular business. They truly commanded the center stage of the printed news, and they even made changes when their readers demanded them.

  I was truly impressed.

  I admired the magazine covers that were framed upon the walls leading to their private office. Along the way, I noticed the number of busy workers buzzing around the place. Some of them typed at fancy new-age computers while others busied about with papers or cell phones or other workers.

  It was a thrilling place to be. I could feel the energy surrounding me like that of a never-ending hurricane. I almost became absorbed by it. It was such a different vibe than bustling around a library.

  My job was typically hushed and soft except for the occasional book slapping the carpet. No one ever raised their voice above the sound of a whisper and those who did get the glares from me as well as other librarians. And no one defied my glare. I could say all that I needed to say in one simple, sharp look.

  It was all part of my charm.

  “Princess, are you alright?”

  I perked up, realizing I had been standing just outside their office while Cooper was holding the door for me. He gestured inside.

  “We'll be chatting in here for a moment.”

  I nodded and followed him in, listening to the door whisper shut behind me. It cut off the monotonous drone of noise, effectively plunging the room into silence.