by Amy Brent
Cody took that as an invitation and he attacked me, pushing me back on the bed and stripping off his clothes in a frantic hurry to get inside me. He held me down by the wrist and aimed at my sizzling hole. He drove in with one hard thrust and held still and let me get used to his obvious size difference. He was thicker than his brother, but they were remarkably similar in length.
“You have teased me long enough and I think that you’ve been quite the bad girl.” His hammer came down heavy and then this shadow appeared to my side. I was soon taking both of their cocks. Brody was depleted and had very little left to offer, but that didn’t stop him from taking advantage of my open mouth.
“I’m going to do something that I’ve never done in a long time. I’m going to cum more than once in one night and it’s all due to this creature that has come into our life.” This sexual tryst with the two of them had ignited my cerebellum and I was coming up with an interesting plan that would hopefully get them out from underneath their problems.
“I’m very lucky that you are here and I doubt that very many women would be found in your position like this. Your pussy is very hot and demanding. I was already close when I came over here.” His body came down on top of me with my legs spread and my hole already accustomed to his size. He buried it several times and pulled it out to let me feel my hole close up. He was stabbing with the intrusion of his manly spike. “I can’t seem to get enough of you and I do believe that you have created two monsters. I just hope that you can keep up with the demand that we’re going to put on you.”
I felt like he was never going to stop. Any time that he came close, he would slow down and let that sensation pass before continuing forward. He pounded me very deeply and I felt the jarring impact. The slapping sounds of our flesh and the taste of the leftovers on Brody’s cock was more than enough to make me want to stay with these guys.
Cody’s face was flushed and he was watching intently, as I sucked off his brother. He finally pulled free with streaks of his juices crisscrossing over my body. I lie there and I felt the heated waves touching my skin. The grunt of approval from Brody came from seeing his brother get off. It was almost like they were in competition to see if he could do the same thing.
“I don’t know how much more I can take of those sweet and beautiful lips of yours. You are certainly more than we bargained for, but in a very good way. That’s it…let me in and I’ll show you another taste of what you’ve already had.” I slapped his bare ass. That was made possible by him dropping his pants to his ankles. His obvious endowment aside, he still had a very thick body with the necessary muscles to make a girl come back around for seconds.
Brody shot across my lips and I used my fingers to clean up whatever didn’t land in my mouth.
My body responded with yet another orgasm on top of the first. It had me curling into a fetal position with both of them, as bookends beside me.
Chapter five
“I love the way that your mind works and I believe that we can help you. It can be our little secret that you are now working with us. We don’t have to tell anyone that you were involved, but it comes with a condition.” I’d spent the morning going over pertinent details and my plan was perfect. The police would find the diamonds because of an anonymous call that we had made to them from a pay phone that was still in working order. They would find out who made the call and that was what I was expecting.
“I have no idea what you want from me that I haven’t already given you both.” I wanted more, but how was I supposed to tell them that last night meant more to me that I could ever say. “I’m more than willing to listen to what ever demands are going on in that pretty little head of yours, Cody.”
Brody had gone into the warehouse and Cody and I were outside. My plan could only work if all the pieces fell into place in just the right way. The blood diamonds found in Jason’s greedy little hands would put him behind bars, but it wouldn’t stop him from working behind the scenes to make the boy’s life a living hell.
I made my own phone call and things were going to get interesting in a hurry. I had to have a few minutes and time was not a commodity that we had much of.
“I’ve talked this over with Brody and we both want you to stay with us. We’ll keep the secret of you helping us in exchange for sex with you in various forms. I’m thinking maybe once a day at the very least and maybe once a week with all three of us together at the same time. Do you think that is something that you can live with?”
“No…No I can’t.” The look of surprise on his face was priceless. “What I mean by that is that one time a week with the both of you is not nearly enough and once a day is not going to cut it. I’m going to need it a lot more than that and I only hope that you are up for the challenge.” I left him there and I went through the jimmied window and down into the bowels of Jason’s organization.
I found his office and I heard mumbles coming from outside. I used the combination that Cody gave me. He apparently heard someone talk about it inside the prison walls. I opened the door and I slipped the blood diamonds in with one black bag and then the other black bag went in with it. I heard someone screaming for everybody to get down and there was the obvious gunfire that ensued.
I kept down low and crawled out into the hall to make my way back down into the basement and away from the dangers of getting one between the eyes or in the back. I came out and found Cody with a hand to help me through the opening in the window.
“I think that we did the right thing in giving Brody the chance to be the hero. He’ll inform those that are currently putting him into custody that he was responsible for bringing them to the party.” It wasn’t just the police that showed up, but it was also my good friend agent Grady and a platoon of black clad individuals in government issued vehicles. They would find one lone diamond worth in excess of 30 million dollars. With a sleight of hand behind the brothers back, I had taken that one diamond. Amazingly, it was going to come in handy to make this mess go away. I just couldn’t leave it there unattended. It was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
“It’s unfortunate that he’s going to have to stay inside for a couple of hours to get things cleared up. They won’t believe him at first, but all the evidence will point to him giving the government and the authorities everything they want on a silver platter. They’ll find the blood diamonds, but also find the government jewels that I was entrusted with. That should keep Jason out of our lives permanently. Grady will put him into a dark hole and he will never see the light of day again.”
It wasn’t long before we were at the front of the precinct to pick up Brody. He was in the process of doing some kind of press conference with the chief of police standing there proudly shaking his hand on behalf of the city.
“I just want to say that it was my pleasure to help the police take down an organization that has been running amok for too long.” He was offered witness protection, but he had turned it down, as it was planned. We could disappear and that was exactly what we were going to do. I’d kept a couple of the blood diamonds and the boys even had a buyer that was willing to give us top dollar.
A couple of days later and we were on a tropical beach with umbrella drinks. I turned to the both of them to see that their white pasty skin had turned bronzed. They weren’t as dark as I was, but they were coming along nicely.
HOT! FORBIDDEN! TABOO! MENAGE ROMANCE 5
TROUBLE WITH DOUBLE
Cerise Rhodes handed her stepbrother a five-dollar bill. She tried to ignore his little smirk as he put it in his wallet but at that moment it was awfully tempting to smack him a good one. Jaxon Davies gave her a helpless little shrug and put the bill in his wallet.
The bet between them had been whether her boyfriend—or soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend—was going to show up to mount the cabinets and build the bar. Jaxon had said “no”. Cerise had said “yes”, but by now even she had realized that Devon Brown was a slacker. “He’ll probably come in as soon as we’ve got it fixed,” Jaxon said, taking up a wire-st
ripper. He was the electrician of the bunch. Cerise scowled. “Stop it,” she said.
“You know he’s like that,” Jaxon said, teasing her this time. “He’s only into you because you’re black, you know that, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t presume,” she sniffed.
They—Cerise, Jaxon, and Miles, Jaxon’s twin—had really been feeling the pressure lately. The three of them had bought the burnt-down husk that had once been Philadelphia’s Laser Tex at a steep discount, but the costs to shore up the main support beams, re-do the interior, furnish the place with the kind of booths and tables that would be worthy of the next “trendiest spot in town”, had all been higher than expected. They were doing a lot of the work themselves—Cerise was doing all of the design herself, using every connection she’d made as a graphic artist to find the materials and furniture. Jaxon was doing most of the plumbing and wiring. “It’s all poles in holes,” he said, which wasn’t exactly reassuring but so far the toilets he’d installed were still functional and the lights that had been put in hadn’t shorted and burned down the place—again. Yet. Miles was the brains of the bunch. He knew how to spot trends and cash in on them, and he knew how to wrangle small-business grants from the city government to help offset the costs and work the taxes so that they came out only slightly the worse for wear.
But no amount of bookkeeping magic could conceal the fact that they were two weeks from opening and the place was still only half-finished. Cerise had seen enough interior redesigns to know that the bulk of the transformation happened in the last three or four days, but they should have laid down the flooring by now; the walls needed primer and the lighting on the stage needed to be fixed. Instead, she was still sanding the panels that held the bar together with a belt sander, and she’d need to fit the doors to the cabinets before the end of the day. Jaxon was still wiring the sound and lighting systems to a central switchboard. The club had a dance floor in the middle and a small stage opposite the entrance, where they’d planned to have bands play on the weekends.
But now they had to contend with the fact that Devon, the guy who was helping with the building and carpentry work, had probably bailed on them. She had to admit she wasn’t exactly surprised. He was the kind of guy who yelled at waiters and waitresses just for the power trip and ran over stray cats for fun. They’d only been together for two months—and at this point the only reason she hadn’t called it quits was that he’d been helping remake Laser Tex into their own nightclub. But for the last week he’d been ditching them, not showing up when he’d said he would, and then showing up when they weren’t there, only to call them up to yell about how he was the only one doing any work around the place. “You gotta ditch him,” Jaxon and Miles had told her. Now, Jaxon was saying, “Can you dump that motherfucker already?”
“Done,” she said. She already had her phone out and was texting him. Just a short one: “We done”. It was so cold that even she felt a little cooler.
“Was that really that hard?” asked Jaxon, teasing her again.
She pretended not to notice that he was teasing her. He’d always teased her, ever since the first time they met, as kids, outside the library. She was reading a book, the new girl in the neighborhood, waiting for her mother to finish buying groceries from the bodega. He was kicking a can around with his brother. They were, in her words, “Gross”, as her mother liked to remind her, though she couldn’t remember what they’d been doing to make her think that. Miles and Jaxon were two years older than she was, so while they went to the same schools and played in the same neighborhoods and hung around the same pools during the summer, they weren’t exactly friends growing up. If anything, she still remembered running after Jaxon, screaming with fury at the top of her lungs when she found that he’d decapitated her Barbie dolls.
They grew up and moved away on the periphery of each other’s consciousness. She had dreams of moving to Europe and making something with her art, and she was living small while saving up the money to make it happen. So she was slightly annoyed when her mother called her and said she was getting remarried—weddings were expensive—but it was just a small affair, friends-and-family only, capped with a backyard barbecue that was the hallmark of Philadelphia social life. Nothing big, nothing fancy, just a good time.
It was strange—when she met the groom she knew that he was Jaxon and Miles’s father but for some reason the fact didn’t click until they were all sitting around on the porch, drinking lemonade and iced tea and waiting for the barbecue to get going. They were lounging next to the shed, with their respective (now-ex-) girlfriends when she saw them, and her heart skipped a beat—they’d grown up. In retrospect that shouldn’t have been the surprise that it was, but she still remembered them as the lanky, pimpled guys who had funny laughs and the weirdest hair who stole her Barbie heads. Seeing them at the wedding, as men, their bodies having grown into their height, their faces unblemished, and their hair neatly trimmed, had really knocked her perspective on these guys sideways. She’d been a bit apprehensive about approaching them, but in the end Miles had seen her first and waved her over. “I guess you’re our sister now,” he’d said. There were empty beer bottles lying around—Miles and Jaxon were just tipsy enough to have no shame saying, “That’s too bad—I always thought you were cute.”
Then over Christmas Laser Tex had been burned down, accidentally, by a crew of graffiti artists who for some reason decided that it was a good idea to use a lighter around their cans of spray paint. It was Miles who smelled a good deal in the making and somehow conned—she maintained it was a con, but “charmed” was the word he preferred using—Jaxon and Cerise into ponying up for equal shares to make the “biggest, trendiest club around.”
Thank God for YouTube—that was all she could think, now, as she used the sander to carefully smooth the edges so that they would just fit together. Her mornings now consisted of taking notes while watching YouTube clips of how to assemble furniture, and then following those directions in the afternoon. She wondered, now, what it was about Miles that she’d agreed to this insanity.
“Where the hell is Miles?” she grumbled. Finally. The panels fit together smoothly. Now it was just a matter of glue screws, some wood-putty, a day to let everything set, and a new stain—or, in other words, when the real work began.
“Ask and you shall receive.” Miles came in, wheeling in a box that was as high as he was tall. He was virtually identical to Jaxon, but there was an air of assurance and seriousness about him that invited people to trust him. She’d always liked him better of the two, even though Jaxon was the funnier one.
“Oh my God, did you get it?” Cerise asked, her annoyance forgotten in the excitement of seeing the box.
Jaxon and Cerise gathered around. Miles grinned and cut open the tape with his pocketknife. It was one of those things that everybody, including Cerise, always teased him about—“Yo man, this is Philly, ain’t no Boy Scouts here”—but little blade came in surprisingly handy at the weirdest times, and she caught the little smirk of triumph he gave her (See?) and she rolled her eyes back at him (All right, all right). As the sign emerged she felt a shiver run down her spine—for the first time since they signed the mortgage for the property the enormity of what they were trying to do hit her. Shit be real. The sign was big, bold, the typeface one of the brush-script fonts but still regular enough so as to be easy to read: The Azure Code. It came with a bunch of individual letters, numbers, and symbols so they could advertise specials and what-not.
“Sweet,” said Jaxon, holding his hands up for high-fives all around. They obliged.
“Well, let’s set it down here,” said Miles, carefully sliding the box and dolly between a two stacks of chairs, so that it couldn’t fall over. “Come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do. Let me guess, Devon bailed again?”
“I’m five bucks richer,” said Jaxon.
Miles sighed. He’d seen this coming, too. “Well, least he ditched after putting up the support beams,” he said, t
aking off his jacket. It was spring, but this year had warmed up quickly, and the building had the odd tendency to hold in heat. “Cerise, can you handle the flooring, too?”
She rolled her eyes at him, but when he opened his mouth she joined him and Jaxon in saying, “All for one, one for all.” It was probably silly to quote the Three Musketeers but it got them through the hard parts, which was al that really mattered.
***
Two weeks later it was opening day.
Her arms and her back were aching and sore but she had to admit that three months of working with power tools and heaving lifting had toned her body better than anything she’d ever done at the gym. She was waiting the bar on opening night, wearing a silver-sequined spaghetti-strapped tank top and a short tight skirt. She’d debated wearing stilettos, but in the end decided to go with her stripper heels—a pair of heavy, sturdy platform heels that professional strippers used—because they were comfortable but made her look damn sexy. She’d almost forgotten that she had a body to show off, what with all of the hard labor that she’d been doing. And now, looking in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprised to see that all of her curves were still there, and then some.
It was all about the sexy tonight, and as she dusted her self with body glitter and painted her lips she had to admit it was an exciting change from being in old t-shirts and torn jeans all the time. Just a touch, she thought, as she put her hair up in a messy up-do. Not too much. The goal was to be attractive but not overtly sexual—to look hot enough to get the men’s libidos up but not hot enough to make their girlfriends jealous. She brushed on a little mascara and stepped back from the mirror, pleased with the effects.
Miles and Jaxon almost didn’t recognize her when she showed up to help them open the club. “Damn—you sure you Cerise?” asked Jaxon, as he helped her out of her car. “I ain’t never seen her look this fine before.”