by J. L. Beck
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” Fox’s movements too became jerky, his strokes harder, and his touch rougher. I held on for dear life as he brought both of us to a release, my pussy squeezing him so tight I was sure I was going to push him out.
Air refused to enter my lungs as my entire body was flung into another atmosphere. I was floating, my eyes rolling to the back of my head while my nails scraped against Fox’s arms. I felt nothing but whole, finally feeling as if I might have found my forever. My heart shattered into a million pieces when I opened my eyes and saw the way Fox was looking at me. He was still seated deep inside of me making it nearly impossible for me to ignore the connection any longer.
We were a reflection of each other. We both knew hardship and pain and were finding love for the first time ever.
Seth walked to the bathroom leaving us alone for a second. Fox shut the butt plug off and pulled it out of my ass releasing the pressure I had been feeling all day.
“I hope you enjoyed your punishment, little lamb, because there will be more punishments in the days to come…” My chest was still covered in Seth’s release and I smiled, loving that I had brought them both to their knees at the same time.
“Yes, kitten, you did very well…” Seth reappeared, wiping his release off my chest with a warm washcloth. I felt like I was a queen sitting on the throne.
“I’ve never felt so full before, so consumed with pleasure,” I finally spoke, somehow finding my voice, though it was weak when I first spoke. Fox smirked at me and so did Seth.
“Oh we have that effect on women sometimes…” Seth commented.
“But this was only a one-time thing, little lamb, because at the end of the day I bought you, and though I do enjoy sharing, you’re too good to be shared with another man.” Fox shot Seth a look that said, I dare you to try… but Seth didn’t seem to care. He threw the washcloth in a laundry basket against the wall and shrugged his shoulders.
“If you ever want to try the other brother again, you know where to find me.” He winked, slipping his jeans back on and leaving the room. He didn’t even bother to button them or put his shirt back on.
“Don’t even think about it, lamb, you’re mine, and if I ever see you and him together or find out he’s touched what is mine without my permission, you’ll have wished that you both had died instead.” I was new to the feelings that Fox stirred in me, but even I knew when a man was staking his claim, and that’s what he had just done. Staked his claim.
“Do you love me?” I blurted out, allowing Fox to roll me over to my belly so that he could apply some of that healing balm to my ass.
“I don’t know, lamb… I just know that what I’m feeling is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt before… so if it’s love, then it is… If it isn’t, then I don’t know what it is.” I smiled into the sheets. None of this was what I wanted, but it also wasn’t something I was sure I could give up. When a man like Fox came into your life, worshipping you and stealing your breath, you didn’t just give him up.
But I needed my mother… I needed to help her get better, and staying here with Fox was a selfish move. Even if I loved Fox, even if I craved him more than I had anything in my life, I couldn’t sacrifice it all for him.
“I feel the same, Fox…” I whispered into the sheets, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I had finally found love, only to give it up for something far greater.
My family.
I left a check for a million dollars on the nightstand the next night. I didn’t know what the future held between us, but I did know that I wanted to make things right for her. Raven had given me a piece of herself that she hadn’t anyone else.
I was rough, dark, and one of the biggest assholes ever, but even I knew compassion and sacrifice when I saw it. I held my head in my hands, looking at the mattress where we had shared such an intimate moment no more than forty-eight hours ago. It shouldn’t be a fucking shock to me that she was gone. It really shouldn’t but she was and as badly as I wanted to chase her ass down and spank her for running, I knew that I couldn’t.
She was never mine to keep. She belonged to no one but herself, and just like that butterfly, she had the right to be free.
“We must’ve scared her off with how intense we were…” Seth walked in joking. I was so aggravated and upset about the situation with Raven that I didn’t even care to interact with Seth right now.
“That’s not it, asswipe…” I ground my teeth together. My heart ached in my chest. I hadn’t felt this kind of pain since my mother died.
“I was joking, okay…” Seth’s hand landed against my shoulder and I shrugged it off. I didn’t want his sympathy.
“No, it’s not okay,” I bellowed, not wanting to admit to anyone the feelings that I was feeling for Raven.
“It’s okay, Fox. If she was the one she would’ve stayed, and who knows, maybe she will be back… But for now her mother needs her…” Seth’s words broke through my mind, reminding me of how selfish it was for me to keep her here with me. She had the chance to save her mother, unlike me.
I should let her go and do what she needed to do. I should be able to set her free, and maybe I had… Maybe it wasn’t her that was still stuck here. Maybe it was me. Seth walked over to the bedroom, something was off about him right now, something I hadn’t noticed when he first walked in.
“What did you come in here for?” I met his dark stare as he paused right inside the door.
“I just wanted to tell you that I gave her a million on top of the money you gave her. I wanted to make sure that she could take care of her mom. We may not have been able to save ours, but we can save hers.” I squeezed my eyes shut. That was the thing about Seth, you never knew if he was going to do something good or something bad.
“Good. She should be able to survive without us for a while then.” I hated saying it but the truth was… I needed to let her go. I needed to let her be free. Still, I knew that I never would be able to fully release her memory until she no longer resided in my heart, and that would never happen.
Seduced by the Billionaire
J.L. Beck
To Be Continued
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Their Best Friend's Little Sister
A MFM Romance
J.L. Beck
My knocks intensified. No one was answering.
Jeremy my brother was supposed to be here.
I slumped down against the door, pushing my bag to the side. At least this apartment complex had nice, soft carpeting in the halls, because it seemed as if I was going to be sitting here for a while.
Pulling out my phone, I was quick to type out a text and send it my brother's way.
"Where are you? I'm in front of the door."
Sighing, I waited for a response. I wasn't expecting a quick one. If he had time to obsess over his phone, I doubted that he'd want his bratty little sister hanging around his apartment all the time.
"I'm hardly even there, Tate," he’d gone on, pitching it to me. "Someone may as well get use out of it. Right now, it's just Joel and Logan coming over and drinking my beer and using my fancy TV that I personally can never use."
A laugh. They were still so tight. Joel and Logan were twins, and basically my big brother's two best friends. Not only that, well, they were this girl's first crush. I wondered if they were still crush-able years later. I hadn't seen them in about four, ever since they moved away when Jeremy went to college. Apparently, their bromance continued, if Jeremy was casually letting them use his apartment when they didn’t even live there.
Turns out I wasn't going to have to wait long to meet them again.
"Joel and Logan will be coming over to let you in," Jeremy texted me.
I guess they had keys.
There was no rush on my end to respond immediately. I thought back to the twins and how, well, hot those guys were. They weren't completely identical or anything, but they were most def
initely brothers. As a teenager, Joel was a big softer but still more muscular than most of the boys I ran into in high school.
Logan was most definitely more cut. Joel had this beautiful brown hair, while Logan’s was sort of a buzzed black. Many a night when I was alone, being anxious that my over-protective mother wouldn't let me do normal, teenage things, I'd sneak out, but what didn't help was that, since I lacked a father in my life, big bro decided to fill that role and also be an over-protective hard-ass where Mom couldn't be.
I knew he cared. I knew it was out of love. But it did leave me an eighteen-year-old virgin. All the same, though? I doubted he volunteered to let me stay at his place to continue his vigilance on my purity. If wasn’t even there, he couldn’t be my chastity belt in brother form, after all.
Yet instead of living in a dorm or a sorority or something else typical, I was living with my brother. I doubted that made me seem like a sexy, attractive adult. I sighed, and then heard footsteps.
I was prepared to face weird questions on why I was sitting cross-legged in the hallway. This was a pretty nice place, and they tend to be hostile to people doing weird things like I was.
Luckily, I didn't need to think of how to explain my predicament.
Instead, I was dealing with a sudden desire to swoon and faint in awe. Or whatever it was those dainty women did in old movies.
Joel and Logan. The twins.
Fuck, they got hot.
Hotter.
Whatever.
They'd always been older than me, and I’d always had a thing, but now they were damn near model quality. They’d filled out, taking cute, dumping it, and running full-on screaming into handsomeness.
I scrambled to my feet in front of them. I realized I had the stupidest look on my face. "Um, uh, yeah, hi," I managed to stumble over in the least cool fashion ever.
"Tate," Joel said. "My, my, hasn't little sister grown up?"
Blood rushed through my cheeks. "Um, maybe a little."
"There's nothing little about you," Logan added, his eyebrows waggling at me, and the direction of the eyes themselves told me it definitely wasn't a comment about my weight.
"Um... uh... yeah..." I couldn't make eye contact. They came in swinging, dropping lines like that on me. They always did this. It really riled Jeremy up for them to be hitting on me. Part of me knew it was a joke, but all the same, there was always that part that told me there was a kernel of truth in their teasing and that they liked what they saw.
Maybe it was all wishful thinking.
"So, my brother isn't here to let me in."
"The Jerm?" Logan said, walking up to the door, pulling out a key, and turning it. "Yeah, he told us he wanted us to be the welcoming party. Help you get settled in. He's kind of missed you."
"We've kind of missed you," Joel added in, a Cheshire cat-like grin taking over his face.
They led me into the apartment, and Jeremy definitely wasn't doing poorly for himself. This place was nice. He could have used the word penthouse or something to describe it. Huge windows with a beautiful view. A fully featured, huge kitchen. Carpets that made the hallway carpets feel like sandpaper in comparison. Jesus, the place was just huge.
I stumbled through it, just taking it all in awe.
"I bet this is a hell of a lot nicer than any dorm or sorority house you could stay in," Logan said. "Plus, you get to hang out with us. Can you really top that?"
"Aren't we full of ourselves?" I responded, heaving my bag around. Damn, this thing got heavier the more I carried it.
Hanging out with them seemed as if it would be more of a challenge in not jumping their bones than anything else. Four years was a big deal when you were both teenagers. When you got older, that gap seemed smaller and smaller.
An eighteen-year-old and a fourteen-year-old getting together was yuck. A twenty-two-year-old and an eighteen-year-old? Not so much. In the eyes of the law, we were all legally adults, free to make our own decisions, however stupid they might end up being.
It was silly. They were just fucking with me, and not in the way I dreamed about. That I could seduce one of them as a timid little virgin was crazy enough, but both of them? My imagination had a way of getting the best of me, I guessed.
"So, would you know what room is meant for me?"
"Yeah," Logan said. "It's my bedroom. It's not in this apartment, though."
Joel proceeded to shove an elbow right into his brother's gut. Logan just laughed it off. "It's the one to the left. The one with just a bed and a dresser. You should probably put your own touch to it so it looks less depressing."
I just shook my head in Logan's direction and gave Joel a nod. "Thanks."
Some time alone was exactly what I needed. Stop thinking about them. Maybe lock the door and look up something dirty to try to get my mind off them.
As I carried my bag down the hall, though, I glanced back. Getting my mind off them was a whole lot easier said than done.
Dude, don't you think you're laying it on a little thick there?" I turned to my 'younger' brother, arms crossed, and loomed over him. "I know we always give her shit, but Jerm's not even here to get pissed off at us doing it. I thought we agreed that was most of the fun."
Logan had grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He was the rare weirdo who actually liked beer for it's taste, so if he wasn't going to be doing anything like driving or making serious, life-altering decisions, it was bottoms up. "You can't seriously tell me you aren't tempted when you see that."
"What, Tate?"
"Who else would I be talking about? That girl has turned into a fine-ass woman. Man, she's like, perfect now. Everything's just the right size." He did some comical gestures all around his chest and ass, as if he was trying to show me how he liked it and how Tate had shaped up.
"You know Jerm has always told her she was off-limits."
"Well, yeah, when she was underage. She was always an age bracket lower than us, bro. Although not to sound like a friggin' pedo or something, I'm pretty sure I remember the hints of a fine-ass woman back when she was fourteen and we were about to take off for the city."
I let out a breath. "I doubt everything changes just because she's legal now. Jeremy didn't call us over to fuck his sister. He just wanted us to let her in, make her feel welcome."
"I don't know about you, bro, but a good, solid fucking would definitely make me feel welcome."
"Dude, chill it. She's like a little sister to us."
Logan just started to laugh. He set his beer down and came over to my side and threw his arm around my shoulder. "Be honest with me here. When you stepped off that elevator and came along to see Tate, you weren't taken aback about how hot she was? How the Jerm's little sister suddenly became sex on two legs."
I grunted. I really did hate when he was right.
"You want her too, bro. If there's anything I've learned, it's that we share a lot of the same taste in women. Maybe it's part of our genetics or our upbringing, whatever. If I find a girl hot, you probably find her hot."
"Whatever you say. You just know that Jeremy isn't going to be on board with us trying to lay the moves in on his sister."
That caught Logan a bit off guard, but only for a moment. A devious grin formed on his face. "Maybe it's time we show him that his little sister is all grown up now and can take care of herself, eh?"
"You're not seriously considering putting the moves on her, are you?"
He laughed. "If the opportunity presents itself, I'm not going to let big brother get in the way of me showing little sister a whole new world of delights."
"Dude, we've been friends with Jeremy since the first grade."
"Yeah, we have. If he doesn't want us to be happy and doesn't want his sister to be happy, he really isn't that much of a friend after all, is he?"
I looked his way. God, thinking of Tate…yeah, it did things to me. She was always cute, and I knew she was going to become something special. I’d readily admit that I thought of a grown-up version
of her now and then in my fantasies. If it was another era, it would have been a given. People married their friend’s sisters all the time. Hell, I was pretty sure it still happened.
Maybe it was just Jeremy's problem. He wanted to be big brother and Daddy all rolled into one, and that put him on edge sometimes. At the end of the day, though...
"I can't forbid you, and you wouldn't listen to me anyway."
"Now you're talking."
"Yeah, just, you know, make sure she's on board with it. I'll kick your ass myself if I hear you doing anything ungentleman-like."
"Why, Joel, I am the perfect gentleman." To prove his point, he did the worst curtsy I had ever seen. "Besides, my gut says you'll be right there along with me."
"You want to corrupt our best friend's little sister and give her the tag team? Jesus, you're a filthy, filthy man, Logan."
"I try. I really do."
I managed a quick nap, too frustrated to do anything about my dirty thoughts. The idea of having them in the next room was a bit too much. I was hoping that they would leave, but when my brother said they hung around a lot, he wasn't lying. It was still just the twins, too, surprising me that my brother wasn't back.
I checked my phone. No notifications from him. I supposed he really was as hard a worker as he said he was.
Hiding in my room all night wasn't really an option. I had to eat something at some point, and it wasn't as if I had any real reason to be scared of them. They weren't predators; they just made me blush and generally be nervous as all hell.
Building up some courage, I turned the knob and walked out of the room, ready to face down two hot guys who I had been objectifying for years.
I wandered into the main area of the apartment, feigning a yawn.
"Well look, it's Sleeping Beauty. Guess your trip took a lot more out of you than you thought?" Joel was standing at the stove cooking something.