by Lola Newmar
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There it was. That killer smile. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, like they were shimmering with the kindness that radiated from her heart. At breakfast, Taylor had told them more about her charity and all the events she single-handedly organized to raise money. Brody and Jay were already filled in by their mothers about how her father had passed when she was a child.
Brody had never imagined such a gorgeous woman could be so down to earth. She had a genuine motive to help others, and her passion for giving radiated through her excited little face when she spoke of all the upcoming projects the foundation was planning. He was impressed with how much time she devoted, how she felt compelled to protect others from the pain she felt from losing her father.
But the best thing about Taylor so far was how her face changed when their eyes would meet. She made him feel like a worshipped God with the way she looked at him, just as crazy for him as he was for her.
Brody watched Taylor chat giddily with Jeremiah. She was affectionate by nature, he noticed. Taylor had a way of making Brody feel as though he were the only one in the room she could see and the only one who mattered. He saw now that she had woven her spell around Jeremiah as well. As they talked, she gazed into his eyes with her full attention, and she had a way of casually touching his arm when she wanted to emphasize a point. And, since they seemed to get along so well, Jeremiah continually brought out that intoxicating laugh of hers. He was rewarded as she took his hand and held it tightly for support while she hung her head back in a hearty laughter.
She and Jeremiah looked like old friends, sharing stories and going over silly fashion details. She looks like an enraptured bride, Brody thought, lost in his thoughts.
“So do you have a color preference for me?” Taylor’s voice and face were painted in joy and excitement.
“Red,” Jay replied without hesitation.
Taylor laughed. “I think that might be a bit of a fashion faux pas since my hair is dark auburn. Maybe hot magenta would be more chic?”
“First of all,” Jay began, “I don’t even know what hot magenta is. Second of all, I have no idea what is chic or what is faux pas in women’s fashion.”
Brody laughed and shook his head. He was thinking the exact same thing.
Jay’s eyes lowered down her body, then back up her face, and then he said in a low voice, “But I do know that red on your toes heats me up enough to make me wonder what my reaction would be if that body of yours was draped in it.”
Jeremiah gasped with a small hand covering his chest. “Oh, my.”
Taylor smiled wide and turned to Jeremiah. “Red it is.”
Jeremiah gave his head a small shake and broke his stare from Jay’s body to turn to Taylor. “Oh, yes, well, we could do a deep, crimson-burgundy and use a pared down smoky eye and emphasize the lashes, then the glam-squad will balance the reds with a soft lip. I think it will be absolutely ravishing.”
Taylor started to do a little jump and hop, softly clapping her hands as she visibly strained to keep herself from exploding with excitement. “My very own Jeremiah Giordano gown. I can’t believe it!”
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Taylor felt like she stepped into a fairy tale. She tried on every sample gowns Jeremiah brought, allowing him to get a visual of her body in the different shapes. What she really loved was the look in the men’s eyes when she came out in each dress. They looked at her like she was a goddess, like they were memorizing every contour of her face and every curve of her body. No crown or sash could ever make her feel that beautiful.
“Ok, you got one more. This one has an asymmetrical, strapless neckline, and it has lots of draping. I think something like this would emphasize that pretty little rack of yours.” Jeremiah giggled as he gave her the last dress.
All these compliments were really making her blush. And she could hear it all day.
Taylor walked into the dressing room and stripped down to her lavender lingerie. Jeremiah gave a small knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Only it wasn’t Jeremiah.
Taylor gasped. “What are you doing? You can’t be in here. They can kick us out if they see you in here!”
Brody smirked. “Baby, we can do what we want. The owners are very close friends to my family.” He immediately began to undo his belt buckle casually as if he were doing nothing more than taking off a coat.
Taylor turned to Jay for help, but before she knew it, his hands were firmly holding her shoulders, pushing her to the floor on her knees in a single swift move. “I get hard just knowing I put that smile on your pretty face.”
She looked up at the men and said, “Let me see what I can do about putting one on your faces, too.”
By the time Brody had his giant erection pointed at her cheek, Jay was fishing out his own monster length.
There she was, near naked with two huge cocks twitching in anticipation for her watering mouth. Taking each hot erection in her hands, they all three groaned at the warm contact. Their large cocks felt like velvet-covered steel, their masculine scent causing her moisture to gather at the small lace patch covering her mound. Suddenly, she couldn’t give a rat’s ass who was outside the door.
Taylor looked up in their eyes and unclasped her bra. At once, each had a large hand covering her tits, and both men furiously tweaked the sensitive, hardened nubs, causing her to whimper with pleasure.
She pulled both of their cocks to her mouth, slowly swirling the heads with her tongue in a figure-eight motion, over the top of Brody’s, down to scrape the underside of Jay’s, circling to run it around and across the top of Jay’s, then down to scrape the underside of Brody’s. Four hands came up to grasp her hair as a low, double groan reached her ears.
She took each in her mouth one at a time, swallowing around them to get them nice and wet while she deep-throated them ravenously. Once they were glistening with her spit, she started to alternate jerking-off one while sucking down the other.
Their hips bucked as they silently begged for more of her mouth. Their hands were going back and forth from squeezing her hard nipples to grabbing the back of her head for deeper penetration.
“Open your mouth for us, sugar.” Jay was panting his response, seemingly close to completion.
Taylor opened her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out while they both began to eagerly tug their throbbing, purple-tinted dicks. When she reached up and began to gently pull and fondle their balls, they each grabbed one of her shoulders, brought their cocks closer to her open mouth, and moaned huskily as two pearly-white, hot streams began to shoot in her mouth. Taylor did her best to swallow every drop, but a few drops landed on her naked breasts.
Both men leaned back against the dressing room wall, and their eyes closed as they struggled to regulate their breathing.
Another knock on the door.
“All right, bitches, y’all had y’all’s fun. I’m sure Miss Thang has had her daily dose of man protein. Now come out before we all get hungry for some meat!” Jeremiah broke out in giggles. Then his sweet southern voice suddenly turning sassy, and he snapped, “And don’t let me see any stains on those gowns, or I’m taking a switch to those perky bottoms!”
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It was almost seven o’clock when they finally walked outside to the warm, breezy evening air. It reminded Jay of Sunday nights as a boy when the maids would routinely wash and iron the bed sheets for the week. The feel of the crisp, cool sheets would immediately relax him to sleep.
As they walked back to the truck, Jay inhaled deeply, the aroma of the fresh blossoms that surrounded them, making him think of only one thing. He’d been eight years old when his parents celebrated their tenth anniversary. His fathers chose to slave for almost a year prior to create his mother’s dream secret garden.
When Mama had seen how hard they had to work in order to complete the garden as a two-man team, she urged them to hire help, for their sake. Papa Craig and Papa Clark had refused the help, hell-bent on doi
ng the project themselves. They wanted Mama to know this garden was completely built by her husbands’ own four hands.
Mama loved that garden. It was her “personal slice of heaven,” as she used to say. It became an escape from the world for not only his parents, but also for Jay throughout his childhood and teen years. When he was shut in by the mystical stone walls of the secret garden, he felt like he was shut out of the world of teen angst and misunderstanding adults and into a world of Zen and nirvana.
He knew Papa Craig and his mama were still sticklers about the upkeep of the garden, but since his Papa Clark’s death, Jay hadn’t been able to bring himself to open the door in the stone wall that led to the confined paradise.
As he walked beside Taylor, watching her eyes sparkle with childlike joy as she giggled at Brody’s boyish charm and jokes, Jay wanted nothing more than to see that joy on Taylor’s face for the rest of his life.
The rest of my life? Yes, the rest of my life. If I let her get away, it won’t be long before she finds a guy smart enough to know she is a miracle to treasure and to take care of.
The thought of another man besides him and Brody touching her, stealing her heart, making a family with her made Jay curl his hands into fists. His nails were beginning to break his skin when he realized what he was doing, so he took a deep breath to calm his red-hot temper. Fuck this macho, playboy bullshit. I can’t fucking lose her.
As Jay slid into the truck seat, Taylor to his right and Brody to hers, he interrupted Taylor and Brody’s conversation. “Change in plans. Taylor, we’re taking you to another surprise location.” Brody immediately shot Jay a confused look but stayed silent.
“Another surprise!” exclaimed Taylor, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Well, if it’s as breathtaking as the last surprise—”
“More so,” interrupted Jay, turning to give Taylor a smile. She gave him a wide grin in response, her eyes now sparkling with anticipation. Looking over at his friend, he could tell from Brody’s now shocked face that he had a pretty good idea about where they were heading.
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It began to lightly rain outside as the rode down the neighborhood roads of Male Order. They were headed toward Jay’s house, passing by Aunt Veronica’s and blocks of other family houses. Brody could feel Taylor gently sway in place to the beat of the radio, a soft song coming from under her breath, her full pink lips pursed in a whistle when she didn’t know a lyric. The shape they made had Brody wishing he could bury his cock between those sweet lips.
Suddenly, just as they were about to pull up to Jay’s house, the song “God Blessed Texas” came on the radio, and Taylor gasped loudly in excitement. “Oh, my God! I love this song!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down in her seat. “Turn it up, and pull over, pull over!”
“Taylor, you’re going to get soaked,” said Brody as he gently placed his hands on her thigh. But the song must have peaked Jay’s curiosity. He quickly pulled over to the side of the dirt road to see just what she had planned.
When the truck came to a stop, Taylor turned up the music louder, and then she quickly crawled over him and out of the car. The truck’s headlights shone directly on Taylor’s petite form as she made her way to the front of the truck, the misty rain already slightly dampening her mini skirt, the thin material clinging to the luscious curves of her tight, curvy body.
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God blessed Texas with His own hand
Brought down angels from the Promised Land….
Even though she was blinded by the headlights, Taylor could feel the two pairs of gorgeous eyes staring at her through the windshield. She normally danced only in dark, crowded clubs, but the carefree child buried inside her was once again summoned when she heard the first few notes of the familiar country tune. When she had jumped out of the truck, she hadn’t intended to give her little audience a striptease. But it was as if a cloud of magic potion trailed Jay and Brody, spreading a dust of crazy through her senses.
As she swayed her hips and popped her ass, she felt that magic potion spread through her consciousness, relinquishing her inhibitions. Again, she imagined the magic had kidnapped the self-conscious, cynical beauty queen that arrived from Dallas and delivered a woman without a fear in the world. Not even the possibility of Jay and Brody hurting her was enough to break through the magic shield. She knew just one night of pleasure with the billionaire gods would be worth nine lifetimes of pain.
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Taylor’s sultry dark gaze never left their direction as she began to dance seductively. Turning to the side, dipping her ass low, then slowly bringing it up, her back arched like a sex kitten, she then gave a playful little slap to her wet ass. Jay and Brody growled in lust at the same time at the sight of water splashing out from the wet contact made between her petite hand and round ass.
Brody’s cock quickly grew warm and hard as he watched the thin material of her skirt cling to the curves of her body as more of the night rain saturated her clothing. Everything on her body, the rounded bottoms of her breasts, her perky, pebbled nipples, her ass as it bounced to the beat, all looked as though they were painted in the wet material of her outfit. Her wet skirt dipped between her legs to cling to her inner thighs and the V of her perfectly shaped pussy.
“This is not happening right now,” Brody said under heavy breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as his arousal increased with each pounding of the beat. “Ugh, dear God, tits that perfectly round should be a sin.”
“You know, I used to hate this song as a kid,” Jay said as he reached in his pants. “But now,” he breathed heavily as he began to tug, “I’ll never be able to hear it without comin’ on myself.”
Brody’s attention was back on the tiny dancer, and his dick began to pulsate as Taylor swayed to the beat. She snaked her arms above her head, her breasts teasing him as they threatened to pop out the unbuttoned blouse. Taylor slowly and slightly dipped down at the knees, facing the men, then straightened with one hip cocked, dipped again, then came up with the other hip cocked. She stared at them like she knew exactly what she was doing to them, occasionally giving them a full smile, her eyes sparkling as her face would turn from seductress to innocent sprite. Taylor’s cinnamon-brown hair hung in wet twists, her bangs limp with water as they grazed over her eyebrows, partially hiding her rich puppy dog eyes.
Sure, Brody’d had his share of “private dances.” They usually consisted of awkward hip and ass jerks, sloppy lip licks, too much bourbon, and cheesy props like feather boas or a pole bought from a wacky adult gift shop, but hey, they had tried their best. Bless their relentless souls, those other women had absolutely nothing on the fresh, twirling princess glowing in the headlights before them.
Other girls had dressed in tacky lingerie and had no expression on their faces as they concentrated on the moves they learned in the aerobic striptease classes at their gyms. But Taylor’s body moved with proud joy as she let the music guide her movements, not a hint of self-consciousness apparent in her rocking hips. Her only props were the headlights and the rain, both saturating her from her long, chocolate-cherry hair to her cherry toe nails.
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Jay only took his eyes off of the dancing beauty for just a second to glance at Brody and say, “I have to have her, Brody. All of her.” He smiled, a liberating feeling washing over him as Brody responded with an eager smile of his own, his eyes swimming with delight. Jay turned his attention back to the tanned goddess, now wantonly rolling her torso to the beat as she combed the front of her rain-drenched hair back with those perfectly manicured, tiny fingers, her breasts rising and falling with the slow waves that ran from her hips to her torso, then releasing through her chest.
Well, I’ve been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas…
Taylor began to slowly make her way to the driver’s side window, still slightly swaying as the song began to wrap up. Brody rushed to slide across the seat, ignoring the pained grunt coming
from his friend as he supported his weight on the palm resting on Jay’s thigh. In one swift movement, Brody wiped a clean streak through the steam that had collected on Jay’s window. Taylor now stood right in front of the driver’s window, looking at Jay and Brody with a whimsical smile on her face like she hadn’t just given them, and their pulsating cocks, the most erotic show of their existence.
Taylor then began to slowly unbutton the last few buttons of her shirt. She pulled the sides of the shirt from her chest to reveal the light purple bra underneath. Jay’s breath caught in the back of his throat when he realized he could see her dark pink, pebbled nipples right through the sheer lace.