Sold to the Billionaire Brothers

by Genelia Love

  Mom was in Dad’s office when we dropped in to see him. When we knocked and opened the door, they immediately stopped talking. I suspected that they were talking about Jamel, Lindsey and me. That seemed to be a popular conversation among people these days.

  “We’re glad you're here, Mom. We want to talk to the both of you,” Jamel said.

  Mom sank down into one of Dad’s comfortable chairs and looked at us expectantly. She always knew what we were up to, sometimes even before we did. Dad glanced at Mom meaningfully, and then looked back at us.

  They didn’t say anything. They simply waited for us to say what was on our minds.

  “Xavier and I have been talking. Mom, I take it you know all about Lindsey and how she came to be in our company?”

  She nodded.

  “There is something amazing about her. She is the best thing that could have ever happened to me and Xavier.”

  Neither of them spoke. Just sat waiting.

  “We want to make Lindsey a permanent part of our lives. Tonight, we plan to ask her to marry us.”

  Dad pursed his lips together, and Mom’s eyebrows shot up so fast, they almost raced off her face.

  “This is a little sudden, isn’t it, Son?” Mom was asking Jamel but looked at me.

  “Not any more sudden than you and Dad. And as far as I know, you two have been married for forty years and are still happy. At least you guys act like you’re happy.”

  She smiled. “We are happy. But that was different in a lot of ways. Starting with the fact that there was one of me and one of him. In this case there are two of you and only one of her.”

  “We know. Jamel and I have had a lot of long talks about the situation, and we agree that it would be great. And before you say it, Mom, Lindsey and Dad already lectured us about not letting the relationship come between me and Jamel. We won’t.”

  She nodded. “Okay. What about the fact that legally she can only be married to one of you?”

  “We talked about that, too. Legally, she will be married to Jamel. That way, she will be protected if anything happened to either of us. She will formally be a part of the family. However, we are going to suggest to her that we have a ceremony that involves the three of us.”

  “What does her family think of this?”

  “Her mother supports her. Her father will need a little work, I guess. However, Lindsey is positive that eventually he’ll come around and support her in her decision because he loves her.”

  Mom and Dad looked at each other intently, as though they were communicating through telepathy.

  Finally, Mom said, “You know that we will support your decisions. We are very much looking forward to meeting this woman who has captured the hearts of our sons.”

  “We’ll set up a dinner date and you can come out to the island. You’ll love her as much as we do.”

  “I’m sure we will, Son.”

  After hanging out with Mom and Dad for a bit, talking about the camp that we were going to help set up for Lindsey, we excused ourselves. We had some shopping that we needed to do.

  We called Joan and Lindsey, and told them that we would be home late that night and that they probably shouldn’t wait dinner for us. We would grab something to eat on the way home.

  Lindsey sounded as though she were a little disappointed, but we figured that she would be extremely happy when she learned why we were going to be late.

  Joan and Lindsey were in the middle of canasta, a card game similar to rummy. Joan was winning when we got home.

  “Joan is kicking your butt, huh?” I asked, kissing Lindsey forehead.

  “The hussy keeps getting all of the wild cards. I don’t know how she does it, but somehow, every hand, she gets the perfect cards.” Lindsey was smiling as she explained why Joan was more than a thousand points ahead of her.

  “We all know that she cheats at card games. We never figured out how, but she does,” Jamel provided his explanation for Joan’s luck at cards.

  “You would know if I was cheating, Jamel.” Joan fired back. “I’ve never seen such a cheating man in my life. Stealing money from the bank in Monopoly, drawing extra cards in canasta. Sheesh.”

  “I’ve never cheated at games. You’re just jealous because I'm naturally better than you are.”

  “In your dreams.”

  The banter continued throughout the game. When Joan won, she hugged Lindsey and bid her goodnight.

  We all headed to the lounge. Then, Jamel and I got down on one knee and pulled our purchases out of our pockets. We looked at each other, then at her, and we then asked at the same time,

  “Lindsey, will you marry me?”

  A huge smile crossed her face, and she said yes to the both of us. Jamel put his ring on her right hand and I put mine on her left hand.

  Jamel’s ring was a round diamond on a white gold band. It was the perfect size to complement Lindsey. My ring was a marquise diamond with heart-shaped emeralds on either side of it on a white gold band.

  “Jamel and I talked. You can’t legally marry the both of us. We thought that we could have a ceremony where we could exchange vows. You and I and then you and Jamel. The legal marriage would be to Jamel. I know that you will love me just as much, regardless of whether there is a piece of paper that binds us together. However, having that piece of paper will protect you as a member of the family and as Jamel’s heir.”

  She looked at me, Jamel, and then back at me, her eyes wide in disbelief.

  “I don’t need a piece of paper for either of you.”

  “We know. But it’s our way of taking care of you. Especially if there are ever any children involved, which we hope there are.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then you can just nod your head.”

  She smiled at me and nodded her head.

  We told her that we were going to give her the suite that she had, and if she was willing, she could move all of her things into there. We told her about our thoughts about her even having her own sitting room. She thought that was an awesome idea.

  She would give notice to her landlord and move out here by the end of the month.

  Jamel stood up and said, “I’m going to leave you two alone for a while.” He nodded at me and left.

  Lindsey looked at me, questioningly.

  “Sometimes, we both want a little alone time with you.”

  I led her into my bedroom.

  She turned toward me and put her arms around my neck. I bent my head and our lips met in a slow, sensual kiss. She traced my lips with her tongue, and then she invaded my mouth, her tongue meeting mine in a dance.

  I put on a song that I thought represented how I felt about her – When I Fall in Love, sung by Nat King Cole. I had fallen in love with Lindsey, and I knew it would be a love that lasted a lifetime.

  Slowly, we danced to the song, our bodies moving in time with the rhythm of the music and Cole’s voice. Her arms were tight around my waist and her face was pressed into my chest, as we moved in time with each other.

  I kissed her long and hard, trying to convey how I felt about her through a passionate kiss. Her passion matched mine.

  Slowly, I pulled her shirt off as I kissed her neck, tasting her sweet flesh. Her bra was dropped on the floor next to her forgotten shirt.

  I buried my face between her breasts, tasting her, smelling her sweet scent. She pulled my shirt off and pressed herself close to me.

  “I love how it feels when my chest is pressed tightly against yours,” she said in a husky voice that let me know that fire was burning as deep inside of her as it was in me.

  Her lips found mine again. As she kissed me deeply, she unfastened my pants and pushed down my underwear. I stepped out of them as she unfastened hers and pushed them down to the floor.

  I laid her gently on the bed and whispered, “Let me worship your body as you so deserve.”

  Lightly, I massaged her legs from her ankles to her inner thighs. Then, I lightly ran my fingertips
over the same area. Her trembling told me that she was feeling good.

  Using my fingers and my mouth, I explored both of her legs, kissing, tasting, massaging, from her ankles to her inner thighs. I was very careful to avoid touching her pussy. I wanted to build a fire so deep that it would only take a single touch to make it rage uncontrollably.

  Leaning over her, I kissed her deeply while running my fingertips over her rib cage and belly.

  She moaned into my mouth, letting me know that I had ignited the flames inside of her.

  I spread her legs wide, exposing her pink silky folds to me. Slowly, I licked from the base of her pussy to the top, stopping in between to make love to her with my tongue.

  Reaching up with both hands, I squeezed her breasts, rubbing and lightly pinching and twisting her nipples.

  I sucked her clit into my mouth, and flicked the hard bud with my tongue.

  Lindsey moaned and lifted her hips up, offering herself to me.

  “Oh, Xavier. You feel so good. Oh, my goodness.”

  My tongue traced the inner folds of her pussy, slowly, gently, while I continued to circle her nipples with my fingertips.

  She arched her back, pressing her tits into my hands.

  I continued to bathe her pussy with my entire tongue, lapping her as though she had the sweet ambrosia that turned ordinary men into gods.

  Her moaning told me that her fires were building into an inferno. It wasn’t long before she exploded, and the taste of her sweet honey filled my mouth.

  I moved up and filled her hot silky pussy with my hard cock. It amazed me how tight she felt, with her pussy walls clenched tightly around me. I had to bite my lip to keep from cumming inside of her right then.

  Slowly, I moved in and out of her, making slow sensual, sweet love to her.

  She stroked my chest and turned her head to kiss my arm, her tongue making a trail upward.

  “I love you so much. You are so amazing,” she whispered to me.

  “I love you, too, baby. You're all that I ever dreamed of.”

  She moved her hips in rhythm with mine, making sweet love together.

  Her moaning increased and she wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me closer to her. I could feel the liquid heat increasing inside of her. She whispered in my ear, “Hard and deep, baby, please. Hard and deep.”

  I moved back onto my knees and held her legs apart. I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and then slammed into her, penetrating deeper than I ever had before.

  Her fingers dug into my shoulders and she yelled, “Yes. Oh, heavens, yes.”

  Slowly, I pulled out of her. Then, with a single hard movement, I buried myself deep inside of her again. She bucked and moaned. “Xavier, my love. Oh yes.”

  Again, and again, I pulled out of her slowly and then buried myself deep inside of her. I had a need to be uncover every treasure she had in her.

  Suddenly, she screamed out my name, thrust her hips in the air and pushed herself hard against me. Then a violent eruption of hot elixir gushed out of her like a tidal wave.

  I held onto her hips and I felt my cock start to throb. With a final thrust I flooded her pussy.

  The hot shower was an amazing experience after we finished. We didn’t speak, but simply washed each other with a gentleness that demonstrated our love.

  That night, we both slept soundly, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  15

  Lindsey

  Xavier kissed me in the morning before he left.

  “I have to get some work done today. Jamel is going to hang out with you for a while.”

  “Have a good day,” I said, sleepily. “I love you.”

  He got a huge smile on his face. “I love you, baby.”

  I snuggled deeper into the bed and closed my eyes. I was out like a light. I had been sleeping exceedingly well lately. I didn’t know if it was all the extra exercise I’d been getting or if it was the fresh air from the island. Maybe it was the comfortable bed.

  Whatever the reason, I woke up a couple of hours later, to Jamel bringing me breakfast in bed. “You must have been dreaming about motorcycles.”

  I looked at him sleepily. “Why is that?”

  “Because it sounded like you had a huge Harley in your room. I could hear you revving the motor clear in the other room.”

  I hit him in the head with my pillow. “Quit picking on me. That is bullying, and bullying isn’t nice.”

  “Bullying isn’t nice, you're right. But I’m not bullying you. I’m providing you with important information about the types of sounds you make while you're sleeping.”

  I stuck my tongue out at him. “Did you wake me up just to give me a hard time?”

  “No. I brought you sustenance.”

  I smiled at him and sat up. I suddenly noticed that I was starving. I forked open the runny yolk on my over-medium fried eggs and dipped my toast in until I had eaten all of the yolk. Then, I devoured the eggs with couple of ravenous bites. I put jelly on the last two pieces of toast, put the bacon on that, and finished it off. I wasn’t a piggy about it, but I was hungry and ate.

  Jamel simply watched me eat with a smile. “I love watching you eat. You’re a real human being. You don’t just pick at your food like a tiny little bird. You eat like a healthy person should.”

  “Thanks? I’ve never had anyone comment on my eating before, except when I was a little girl, and Mama taught me to not eat with my elbows on the table, chew with my mouth open or talk with food in my mouth.”

  He laughed. “You are just authentic about everything. You don’t fake it, and you don’t do anything to impress anyone. You are just you. One of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

  “I don’t know any other way to be.”

  “Get your lazy butt out of bed and go brush your hair and your teeth.”

  I rolled my eyes at him, but complied.

  We went for a walk on the island, hand in hand. We really didn’t talk much. Instead, we simply strolled and appreciated the nature. I really liked how we could have the comfortable silence between us. With most people, silence is kind of awkward. There were only a few people in the world that I could just hang around and not talk without being weirded out.

  Joan had lunch ready for us when we got back. She had me figured out. I liked simple meals, nothing fancy. We had grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, with a glass of milk for each of us. She had cut the crusts off of Jamel’s sandwich though, and then cut them into little squares.

  I could hear her laughing her booty off in the kitchen when I looked at him, raised my eyebrows and said, “Really? Just…really?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t judge how you eat. Putting jelly on your toast and then putting the bacon on top. Leave me alone. Bullying isn’t nice.” He picked up a small square, looked at me with wide open eyes, and shoved it into his mouth, washing it down with a swig of milk.

  I shook my head and worked on my sandwich, but nearly choked when Joan called from the kitchen, “Jamel, do you need me to come in there so we can play airplane, to help you finish all of your food?”

  “I would rather play choo-choo train,” he replied in a little boy’s voice.

  I laughed. I loved the constant banter that went on in this house.

  After lunch, and after we both brushed our teeth, we settled in the lounge. I sat on the couch next to him. He grabbed my arm and gently pulled me up to sit in his lap.

  He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, so gently. The kisses were slow and tender. He kissed my neck, and then whispered in my ear that he loved me so much, and he was so glad that he found me. “You have made my life richer.”

  I trembled with his words and his feathery kisses that he dropped on my neck, my face and my lips.

  “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out. I am so in love with you.”

  His words melted my insides and I quivered as he continued to kiss me. He gently touched my face with the
back of his hand. His hand swept up, into my hair. Once again, he kissed me, passionately.

  “I love you, Jamel. You are so incredible,” I breathed between the kisses.

  He pulled me up and led me into his bedroom. He slowly undressed me, his lips on mine the entire time. He ran his fingers all over my body, sending shivers down my spine.

  My heart was beating a million miles an hour as he ran his fingers through my hair and touched my face with his hands.

  He quickly pulled off his clothes and then sat in a huge stuffed chair. He pulled me onto his lap.

  Still kissing, I lowered myself onto his thick shaft. He moaned as he felt my pussy walls caress him.

  His chocolate brown eyes were full of love and passion when I pulled away from our kiss to stare into the windows to his soul.

  I moaned as his sexy smile sent another wave of electricity through me, causing the butterflies to tap dance across my spine.

  Slowly moving my hips with his hard cock still buried deep inside of me, I ran my fingers across his chest, loving the way his silky chest hair felt. Just looking at his handsome face, sexy muscular body and those eyes made the fire build up in my heart and soul, engulfing my entire body.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and slowly began to move back and forth. He moved his hips in a circle. The lovemaking was achingly slow, causing the flames to build up high.

  Leaning down, I kissed him passionately, my breasts pressing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

  As our bodies moved together, I began to tremble so hard I thought the house would shake. The little spark that had started with the first light kiss was now a huge raging inferno.

  I moaned as a tsunami exploded out of my body, covering Jamel. He began to breathe heavier, panting, and with a loud cry, he began to throb inside of me, sending a tidal wave of his love through my body.