Bought and Paid For

by Shaw Hart

  Bought and Paid For

  Chapter One

  Roman

  Prologue…

  I watch as her lithe body climbs onto the mattress, crawling over to Flynn, who lays with his legs spread wide in the center of the bed. I can’t tear my eyes away from her heart shaped ass and the lush treasure that winks at me as she throws one leg over Flynn’s waist and straddles him. Her full tits bounce as she settles herself over him.

  Perfection, I think as I watch Flynn reach up and pull her mouth down to meet his in a steamy kiss. I stroke my thick cock through my jeans as I listen to their moans and the slick sounds of their tongues tangling together. I don’t think my cock has gone down since I laid eyes on her and I know Flynn’s has been the same. I could jerk off a dozen times a day but neither of us would be satisfied until we’ve had her.

  Normally we take our one-night stands to a hotel for the night, preferring that over inviting them into our home. The woman we invite into our home, into our bed, is the one that we’re going to keep forever. Plus, hotels make the morning after a little less awkward, what with us not having to try to push anyone out the door or worry about them showing up uninvited later on. There was something different about Aspen from the beginning though. She’s it for us, I just know it and Flynn feels the same way. She’s our one.

  I unbutton my jeans, letting the monster in my pants have more room. My body tenses, wanting to join them on the bed more than anything but I’m not sure how long I’ll last. I need to take the edge off before I embarrass myself by finishing in less than a minute.

  Flynn and I have wanted this night to happen for weeks now and seeing it happen right in front of me is a heady feeling. I watch as his hands slip from where they had been cupping her jaw and slide down her neck and arms to settle on her waist. He uses this position to grip her hips and slide her up and down his hard shaft. She moans as he glides her along his pulsing cock.

  We had the room designed especially for three people to share. The bed is custom made and big enough for the three of us to sleep in and roomy enough for other activities. The rest of the room is mostly bare. We want the girl that we choose to spend the rest of our lives with to decorate the room however she wants. We don’t care about anything that’s inside it, except for the girl.

  I pull my dick out and stroke him in my hand to the rhythm of her strokes as she glides up and down on him. I can see her juices as they flow out of her and coat his cock, making her movements easier. I watch as she tries to jerk her hips, to move faster, but Flynn grips her tighter and keeps control of her movements.

  I watch as the flush creeps up her neck and cheeks as she throws her head back and rides my friends’ cock. Her moans get louder as more of her cream coats him. With a cry, her back arches and I watch as she creams all over him. Flynn keeps up his pace and continues to push and pull her along his length. My own orgasm barrels down on me and I spill into my own hand.

  I pant as my strokes slow and I watch as she comes down from her own orgasm. Flynn cups the back of her head and pulls her mouth down to his and I see his tongue come out to push into her mouth.

  “That was so fucking sexy, Aspen.” Flynn groans against her mouth as she wiggles on top of him.

  She pulls away from him and looks over her shoulder at me. I watch as her eyes travel down my bare chest to my hand. When she sees me still stroking myself with my come covered hand, her eyes widen. I watch as her tongue comes out and licks her lip as she continues to watch me lazily stroke my hardening cock.

  Finally, her eyes travel back up to mine and she reaches her hand out to me. The pressure inside of me finally snaps and I shuck my jeans and boxers as I take her hand and climb on the bed with them. I run my hand along her cheek and into her hair before I grip it, pulling her hair so her head turns in my direction.

  “We’re going to make this so good for you, kitten.” I say in her ear before I seal my lips over hers. Flynn sits up and I feel his arm slip around her waist. I pull my lips from hers and turn her head back to him. Flynn wastes no time in replacing my lips with his.

  He gives her one last kiss before he pulls back and looks at me over her shoulder. He gives me a slight nod and I nod back. It’s time to get this night started.

  Chapter Two

  Aspen

  Six Weeks Earlier…

  I wake to hear Adeline, my roommate, best friend, and the closest thing I’ll ever have to a sister or family, moving around in our cramped kitchen. I’ve known Adeline since we were kids and she was placed in the same foster home as me. I had been in the home since birth, when my parents gave me up, but Adeline only came to the group home after her parents were killed in a home robbery when she was seven. She had been spending the night at a friend’s house when they were killed. The police had found her there the next morning and told her what happened. They asked if she had any other family but she didn’t know of anyone. Child Protective Services couldn’t find any other family either and so she was placed in the system.

  I still remember when they brought her to the foster home. She was holding this pink backpack and staring at her feet. We had gotten other kids at the home who had lost their parents and it was easy to recognize her as one of those kids. They always had this look in their eyes, unimaginable grief or some deep sadness, that the kids who had been in the system since birth never had. The kids who were born into the foster system never had a family and so they never knew what they were missing.

  We shared a room at the home and we were inseparable from the start, even though we couldn’t be more different. Adeline is all sweetness and rainbows. The ever-optimistic dreamer. She spends her life trying to see the best in everyone and nothing can ever get her down. She’s got a soft heart. She works at the local animal shelter and is always trying to bring strays home.

  Me? I’m more the cautious realist of the two of us. I spend my nights cleaning offices and my mornings working at the corner coffee shop. Afternoons are spent running Adeline to her doctor appointments.

  I’ve never had the same sunny outlook that Addy does. I know how terrible people can be and I spend most of my time trying to avoid everyone. Well, everyone except Adeline. I try to spend as much time as I can with her.

  See, Adeline? She’s sick. Like really sick. She has a tumor in her brain and needs a craniotomy. Unfortunately, our insurance sucks and between her measly salary from the animal shelter and both of mine, we could never afford to pay for it out of pocket.

  We’ve known her diagnosis for almost a year now and most days we just pretend that she’s not sick, but lately that’s been getting harder and harder to do. Her headaches have been getting worse and she’s fainted now twice in the last six weeks. I know it’s scary to think about, her because she’s dying and me because, even though I hate to admit it, I’m terrified of being alone, but we really need to come up with some kind of plan.

  I hate that this is happening to her and that there’s nothing I can do to help her. She’s had too much pain in her life already and it’s not fair that this is happening to her too.

  I reach over and grab my phone off the ground next to the mattress that we share. I only have five minutes before my alarm will go off and I’ll have to get up and go to my shift at the coffee shop.

  I push myself up and off the old mattress and stretch as I pad over to the kitchen. Our apartment is just one big room with the living room doubling as our bedroom. Our bedroom/living room runs right into the tiny kitchenette and the only room with a door is the bathroom. Everything is so tight in the space that the two of us can barely stand in the same section at once but it’s been our home for the last four years and I’d rather live in this cramped room with Adeline, than a slightly bigger apartment with four more roommat
es.

  “Morning.” I say with my gravelly morning voice as I make my way over to the coffee pot.

  “Morning.” Adeline says as she offers me a cup of coffee.

  She smiles at me over the rim of her cup as I thank her and take a sip. I watch her over my own rim and I don’t miss the wince or the flash of pain that shows in her eyes before she tries to hide it. I need to figure out a way for her to get that surgery, I think for the millionth time in the last year.

  I watch as she moves around the room, opening our frayed curtains to let some light in and turning on the junky television that we pulled from the trash. She adjusts the rabbit ear antennae until the cartoon channel comes on.

  “Did you take your medicine already?” I ask as I make my way over to her pillbox.

  When she doesn’t answer, I turn and look at her over my shoulder. She’s staring at the ground and my stomach sinks as I turn back to the pillbox, opening the lid for today. It’s empty and I try the rest of the week to see that they’re all empty too.

  “Addy, where are your pills?” I ask as I turn around to face her.

  “We wouldn’t have enough for rent if I got them this week. I was going to wait until I got paid on Friday and then go get them.” She says quietly.

  I blink, trying to clear the tears from my eyes.

  “You need your medicine, Addy.”

  “I know, but it’s just a couple of days. I’ll be fine.” She says as she puts her cup in the sink and goes to get dressed.

  I want to argue with her but she interrupts me before I can.

  “You need to get in the shower or you’ll be late!” She calls from over her shoulder.

  My phone alarm goes off as soon as she says that and she laughs as I chug the rest of my coffee and head for the bathroom. I have to step in and turn around in order to close the door and I grumble as I bang my elbow off the wall, trying to get my shirt off. I hear Adeline laugh as I curse and wiggle, finally freeing myself from the shirt and sleep shorts. We do this every morning and once I get into the shower, I reach over and open the door so that Adeline can get in to brush her teeth and do her makeup.

  I shower quickly and wrap a towel around my body and another around my hair before squeezing past Adeline and over to the little dresser in the corner of the room. Like everything else in this apartment, we found this dresser and pulled it off of the curb and hauled it home. One of the drawers is broken but even with that, it’s still probably the nicest thing we own.

  Our income means that we never quite get enough to eat and with Adeline’s illness, we both have pretty slim frames. Adeline and I are both small, with her standing at only 5’2” and me at 5’4”. Our similar size has one good outcome though and that’s that we can wear the same clothes. Our limited income thanks us for that and it comes in handy when I don’t have time to do laundry one week.

  I tug on a pair of her black skinny jeans, black t shirt with the coffee shop logo, and my black chucks before I head back to the kitchen. I put two slices of bread into the toaster and pour myself another cup of coffee as I wait for it to pop.

  Adeline comes out of the bathroom, smoothing out her brown hair. She smiles up at me with her pretty purple eyes as she sits down on the mattress to tug her shoes on. Other than our similar size, Addy and I both look a little alike too. We both have brown hair and round faces with high cheekbones, but where she has the most amazing purple eyes, I have the palest blue.

  I smile back at her as I butter the toast and add some sugar and cinnamon to them, taking a big bite of mine before I hand her hers. She takes it and my coffee cup, finishing the last of it before grinning at me. I just laugh as I head to the bathroom to tie my hair up and brush my teeth.

  We meet at the front door and I wait as Adeline checks her purse to make sure she has everything she needs. I shove my phone into my back pocket and grab my keys as we walk out into the hallway. I turn and lock the door before we walk down the four flights of stairs and out onto the sidewalk.

  “I wonder if Bella had her babies yet.” Adeline says we walk towards the animal shelter.

  Luckily, the shelter is only two blocks from our apartment and the coffee shop is only a block and a half past that. Adeline has the morning shift at the shelter and is in charge of cleaning out all of the cages so she goes in early like me. I get to walk Adeline to work every morning and I get done before her everyday so I head home to make a late lunch for us. We eat and hang out for an hour or so before we either go to doctor appointments or run errands. Sometimes we just hang out in the apartment all day or go for a walk before I have to head into the Upper East Side to clean office buildings.

  “Send me a picture if she did.” I say as we get to the shelter door.

  “Will do!” She chirps. “Have a good day, dear.” She says cheekily as she disappears inside.

  I chuckle as I continue on to work. I open the coffee shop every day and I unlock the front doors before turning on all of the lights and taking the chairs off the table. I make sure the fridge has been stocked and then pull out all of the pastries and put them in the display case on the counter. I’m just finishing turning on all of the coffee machines when my coworker comes in.

  “Hey, Bianca.” I call as she sleepily makes her way behind the counter and grabs her apron off the hook.

  She mumbles her response and I smile at her as I hand her a caramel latte. My smile grows as I watch her eyes perk up at the sight of the whipped cream swirled on top.

  “Have I told you how much I love you recently?” She asks as she takes the cup from me and downs half of it.

  “Not today.” I tease back.

  I turn the open sign on and we lean back against the counter, enjoying these minutes of calm before customers start pouring in demanding their caffeine fix.

  “How’s Adeline?” Bianca asks carefully.

  She’s the only other person who knows about how sick Adeline is. She gives me her extra shifts sometimes when we need the money and I’m pretty sure she’s given me more tips on a couple of occasions, even though we’re supposed to split them evenly.

  “About the same.” I say, grateful when the first customer walks in.

  We stay busy after that, with a steady stream of people coming and going. At ten o’clock there’s a bit of a lull and I let Bianca take her break first. I watch as she heads out the back door as I wipe down the counter. I hear someone come up to the counter and I turn around to see two guys standing there. One is staring up at the menu while the other looks over the pastry display.

  I take the moment to study them a little closer. They’re both tall but the one staring up at the coffee menu is thick with jet black hair and caramel eyes framed by long sooty lashes. The guy drooling over the pastries has dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes with a leaner build. I realize I’ve been staring at them for a solid minute and I jerk myself out of my trance. I’ve never had this sort of reaction to one man, let alone two.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  Both men turn and look at me and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I look between them when neither of them answers me. They’re both just staring at me with this weird kind of intensity. It’s almost too much. No one has ever looked at me like that. Like they would like to order me and not the coffee. I clear my throat and try again.

  “Did you guys need another minute?”

  This seems to get through to them and the blonde smiles at me as he leans on the counter. I watch as his eyes flick down my body before coming back to my name tag before his eyes meet mine once again.

  “What would you recommend, Aspen?” He asks as he continues to grin at me.

  “To eat?” I ask huskily.

  I watch as his pupils dilate and I have to pull my eyes away from him to his friend. I can’t believe I just said that. And what is wrong with my voice?

  “Yeah. To eat.” The blonde one says.

  I know he’s not really talking about the pastries anymore. I might be a 22-year-old virg
in but I’m not that naïve.

  “I like the cheese danishes. The coffee cake is really good too.” I say as I point them out in the case.

  “Ok, give me two of each of those and I’ll take a large coffee, one cream, one sugar, please.”

  I can feel their eyes on me as I type his order into the computer before I look back up to ask if his friend wants anything. When I look up it looks like they’re having an intense conversation with each other. The blonde one gives him a meaningful look before they both look back at me. I take this time to study them some more. I don’t know what it is about them but it’s like a current is running between the three of us. I want them, I realize in shock. I’ve never wanted anyone. Blondie catches me watching them and smiles at me. I glare back at him but it only makes his smile widen.

  I look past him at the line that is starting to form behind them.

  “Will that be all?” I ask, pointedly looking at blondie’s friend.

  He gives me a slow smile. “I’ll take a large coffee, black.” He says.

  I quickly add that to the order before reading them their total. As the muscular one swipes his card, I pull the pastries out of the case and bag them up. I hand them the receipt and the bag before turning and pouring their coffee into to go cups. Normally we’re supposed to ask if they want it for here or to go but for some reason these guys make me antsy. Like I have too much energy running through me when I look at them.

  “Here you go.” I say as I place the cups in front of them. They reach out at the same time and I gasp as their fingers wrap around mine on the cups. I jerk away, luckily not spilling any coffee all over the place and look up at them.

  “Have a good day.” I mumble, as I try to dismiss them for the next customer.

  “I’m Flynn James and this is Roman Stone.” Blondie says as he points to himself and then his friend.

  “Great. Well, have a good one.” I try again to dismiss them.