Both men stood over her tugging on their cocks. It was almost like seeing double in her euphoria. Then two streams of cum landed on her breasts and she was able to focus enough to note that Bronx’s cock was thicker and darker than York’s, but York’s was a fraction longer. Both men lifted her up again between them and kissed her.
“I will tell Master Kingston that you have agreed to go with us to Pine Corner,” said Bronx.
“I’ll come and fetch you for breakfast tomorrow. Will seven o’clock be suitable?” asked York.
“Yes,” she said answering both of them.
Then they both kissed her again and Bronx laid her back in the water before placing her swimsuit beside her on the edge of the pool. York disappeared and came back with a couple of towels which he left on the chaise longue for her, wrapping another one around his waist and handing one to Bronx. Both men were dried and dressed by the time she’d managed to put her swimsuit back on and sink down into the water again.
Bronx opened the curtain and kissed her good-bye as did York who whispered, “Tomorrow, my sweet.”
Nevis lay in the pool for another half hour, still trying to wrap her mind around what had happened. She’d agreed to leave here and move in with two men. They were about to establish a new business about which she knew absolutely zero. And she’d had two orgasms from them already.
“They’re fast workers. Very fast workers.”
* * * *
“Come with me to meet with Master Kingston. We need to get organized for this new project,” said Bronx.
“You do realize my practical knowledge of the company business is right around zero? I update the website and maintain the computers. I don’t go out finding customers or giving quotations for work much less drive the trucks,” said York.
Bronx grinned at him. “I can do all that stuff. All I need is someone to smile at the customers when they come to the office and tell them we’re the best in the business.”
“And make them a cup of coffee I suppose,” York groused.
Bronx laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. “Now you’re talking. Maybe even give them a piece of homemade pie,” he added, watching as York flipped him the finger. But it was true. Making nice with customers was the fastest way to get people’s attention in any business. A person who aimed to succeed needed to listen to clients and pay attention to what they wanted.
Kingston wasn’t in his office on the first floor so they kept marching up the stairs for another couple of flights until they reached the top floor and Bronx could knock on his apartment door.
As soon as Kingston opened the door, Bronx said, “Shit, Kingston, I’ve just walked up five flights of stairs. Five! I’ll give you the name and number of the elevator company as soon as I get my breath back.”
“We’re wolves. We don’t need—”
“Oh yes we do.” Raleigh’s voice overrode Kingston’s standard refusal to listen.
Bronx walked into the apartment. He wasn’t out of breath but he wasn’t carrying a suitcase either this time. When he’d arrived the luggage he’d been carrying was heavier than lead because his suitcase was loaded with stuff he’d been asked to bring back for the pack. This building needed an elevator and Kingston knew it.
“Nevis has agreed to come with us to Pine Corner, so tomorrow I’ll head on down there and hopefully sign the contract on the warehouse. I’ll measure the property so I can start organizing a security fence, and then I’ll take Nevis and York there so we can make lists of what we need. Company stationery, household equipment, and all that sort of thing. But what about a truck?”
Bronx stared at Kingston. The big rigs were damn expensive. Too expensive to be sitting idle. But if they only started with a smallish truck it was possible they wouldn’t get any big jobs as potential clients wouldn’t think they could get them done in time.
“I’ve already thought of that. I’ll put you in contact with the head of the Flinders Branch. They’ve just taken delivery of a brand new B-Train. You can start with one of their older trucks. Take Chandler, our mechanic, with you. He can give the older truck a thorough check and teach you anything you need to know while you’re driving it back. You can park it in the warehouse until the security fence is up and you’re satisfied with the safety of the building. But maybe you should keep it in the warehouse overnight anyway just for safety’s sake.”
“I like the idea of having it out where people can see it though. Maybe wash it or something out in the yard during the day, or at least seem to be working on it so everyone gets a good eyeful of it,” said York.
“That sounds sensible. Now sit down and we’ll go through your plans for the new branch,” ordered Master Kingston.
Bronx and York sat at the table with Kingston, and Raleigh disappeared into another room. For a moment, Bronx had a flash of guilt at interrupting their family time with Andorra, who he hadn’t even seen tonight, but this was business and he wanted to get started on it tomorrow. The sooner he signed the contract on the property, the sooner he could begin making his new branch a success story. And the sooner he and York could fuck Nevis. He didn’t even know her yet but he knew he wanted her. She was beautiful, ripe and lush like a real woman should be, and so responsive. Reluctantly Bronx dragged his mind back to his project. First he had to get his new branch underway, and only then could he fuck his new woman. But for the first time in his life he found it hard to concentrate. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of her round ass, and her voluptuous breasts wrapped around his aching dick.
* * * *
York wasn’t much interested in breakfast as a meal in general. If he had leftovers from the previous day he zapped them in the microwave and called them breakfast. If he didn’t, a couple of slices of toast was all he needed until he could pick up some lunch. He’d invited Nevis and Bronx for breakfast because they needed to organize their day. Besides, the more he saw of her, the more desperately he wanted her. And breakfast was an excuse to be with her again. But now that he’d done it, he supposed he ought to throw some food together. Food a woman would enjoy. The slice of cold pizza sitting in his refrigerator likely wouldn’t do.
There was only one possible solution. He phoned Savannah, who was an awesome chef. “Hey Savannah. I made the mistake of inviting a couple of people to my apartment for breakfast and I have no idea what to feed them. Can you make breakfast for three in my apartment tomorrow for seven o’clock, please?”
“I suppose you don’t have eggs and bacon and rocket in your refrigerator either?”
“Eggs and bacon and what? Um, no.”
“This is going to cost you, my friend.”
She would do it! He was saved! “No problem, Savannah. You’re awesome.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll be there at six. Make sure you’re awake to let me in.”
York set his alarm to be absolutely certain he was awake in time, and then spent the rest of the evening tidying his small apartment. It wasn’t dirty. He hated actual grunge. But it was definitely untidy. He lived alone and saw no need to put things away in drawers and closets if he was just going to have to get them out again in a day or two. But by the time he went to bed, the place was neat and he’d even vacuumed the floors.
He wanted Nevis to relax and enjoy herself while they got to know each other. He needed to relate to her on a much deeper level than came from playing cards in a group together once a week.
The next morning, while Savannah worked her magic in his tiny kitchen, he dusted the row of books on his bookshelf, straightened the pictures on his wall, and even put fresh linens on his bed. Not that he thought they’d end up in bed just yet, but it seemed the right thing to do. He might be single and live alone but his mom had taught him a few skills. It was just that cooking had never interested him when buying meals was so much easier.
By five to seven, the food was cooked, and he’d set the table. He thanked Savannah, who left, then he went and knocked on Nevis’s door. She was dressed and ready and followed him
back to his room. Bronx was just coming out of the stairwell as they arrived, so York held the door open for his friend and they all went into the apartment together.
He placed the platters of hot food on the table, brought over the coffee, and then sat down.
“Wow. This is amazing. I didn’t know you were such an accomplished cook,” said Nevis.
He wanted to pretend he’d prepared the meal, but if they were to be together she’d find out soon enough his kitchen skills were limited. “I have to confess I asked Savannah, who really is a chef, to make this for us. I can cook, but not like this.”
“Organizational skills are useful, too,” replied Nevis, savoring a forkful of the omelet.
They didn’t talk much until their plates were almost empty, then Bronx said, “I’m heading out to Pine Corner this morning, to organize the contract on the warehouse and start the process for opening a branch office there. I hoped you’d both come with me. You really need to see it before we start living together there, and you’ll be better able to decide what we need to buy to get the place running.”
York already knew all this, but he didn’t say anything as Nevis was the one who needed to agree. If she refused to have anything to do with the plan they’d have to find out what her objections were and figure out how they could change her mind.
But she was smiling and nodding. “I thought about the project a bit last night. Likely at the start there’ll be plenty for me to do helping you get the office set up and so on. Once the branch is running I’ll see about working as a speech therapist a couple of days a week. If the town has a practice, that is. How big is it? Not geographically, I mean, how many people?”
“It’s getting close to one hundred thousand people, so there’s sure to be speech therapists there. My interest in the town is because it’s situated at the crossroads of two major interstate highways, one north-south and the other east-west. It’s the logical place for people to pass through, sending goods all over the country, and it means the new branch office should soon pick up work from other surrounding towns as well,” said Bronx.
Bronx kept talking but York knew all about what he was saying and let his gaze rest on Nevis. Mostly when they’d been playing cards he’d been concentrating on his hand and trying to win. Or at least not be the asshole at the bottom of the table. But he knew Nevis was smart with a great sense of humor. Now he was getting flashes of her personality in “work” mode as she was thinking and planning about the new venture. He was looking forward to sharing in it with her. At first he hadn’t been totally thrilled about leaving the mountain, but being logical about it, there were several other people who could do his job, and he wanted to move on, to find a mate. Being with Bronx and Nevis was the right move. The big man was kindhearted and loving under his gruff exterior, and being around him would never be boring, that was guaranteed.
York rinsed the plates and piled them in the sink. “What time do you want to leave?” he asked.
“Let me talk to Trenton.”
Nevis joined York at the sink, so he washed the dishes properly while she stacked them for him.
Bronx called out, “Can you be ready in half an hour?”
York looked at Nevis. “Sure,” she said. So he nodded as well. A flash of excitement ran through him. In less than an hour he’d be seeing the place where he, Bronx, and Nevis would be living together as a family. He couldn’t wait!
* * * *
Nevis was ready and waiting by the helicopter a half hour later. She’d tucked her cell phone into one back pocket of her black jeans, and a tiny notepad and pen into the other. She didn’t really expect she’d need to write down anything but there might be some details she’d find hard to remember so decided it was no trouble to have it in her pocket. When she saw Andorra sitting in the pilot’s seat she smiled and waved to her friend. Andorra waved back but her gaze was soon fixed on the dials in front of her once again. Nevis understood flying was a challenge for Andorra, and one she was determined to master as soon as possible.
Trenton jumped out and escorted Nevis into a seat then showed York and Bronx where to sit when they arrived. She supposed balancing people’s weights was probably important, although when the machine was loaded with equipment likely it was even more vital.
As soon as they were settled Andorra took off, lifting them smoothly into the air and flying west. Nevis stared out the window, watching the hills and valleys disappear behind them. The helicopter was noisy, but not as loud as she’d expected, although they were all wearing headsets with large earpieces which would block out some of the sound.
About half an hour later they landed in what seemed like a disused parking lot. There was a long, low building to one side of it, and a dirty blue trailer at the rear, which might have been a home or perhaps an office for the building. Something Bronx had said came into her mind. Something about living in a double-wide trailer while they set up the new branch. Was this it? Her new home? Nevis turned around slowly looking all around her. The parking lot was big enough for a transporter truck and half a dozen cars to park. And several big trucks would fit inside the building with space left over to store deliveries of whatever was to taken somewhere. The trailer home was big enough for the three of them. Judging by the windows, there was a room at the front they could use for an office, as well as a living area, and bedroom.
A big black car pulled into the parking lot as the helicopter took off back to the mountain. Or maybe on to somewhere else. Nevis hadn’t asked what Trenton’s plans were. Or what arrangements had been made to get them back home.
A balding, tubby man bounced out of the car and came up to greet them. “Holy shit. I never expected you to arrive by whirly bird! Name’s Mike, of Mike’s Realty.”
He shook hands with everyone and Bronx answered, “I’m Bronx. These are my partners, York and Nevis.”
“Welcome to Pine Corner. Now, follow me and I’ll show you around.”
Mike didn’t stop talking for the next twenty minutes as he took them over every inch of the property, telling them all about Pine Corner, the previous owners of the property, and the enormous potential of the area. Nevis was happy to trail around after them. She really had no idea of what was needed in the warehouse and the parking lot, but she took an interest in the unfurnished trailer, reassuring herself that there was space for them all to be able to work, eat, relax, and sleep. The large bedroom would be perfect for the three of them and was at the far end of the trailer, away from the door and the front room that would likely become the office. She’d want to add a door in the hallway to close off the living area from the office, so they had some privacy, but that was the only change. Of course, if any customers needed the restroom they’d have to be let into the other part of the trailer, but that shouldn’t happen too often. Or they could put the door at the entry to the living room. That’d solve all her problems. She imagined Bronx would soon find a diner or restaurant where he’d tend to meet up with potential business associates instead of the office anyway.
Mike did exactly what Nevis had assumed Bronx would do once the business got started. He took them into town to a French bakery and settled them at an outdoor table under a sun umbrella. “I call this my office away from the office. This place has the best pastries and coffee in town,” said Mike.
A teenage girl came up to the table and asked, “The usual, Mike?”
“Thanks, Deirdre.”
“Espresso, latte, or mocha?” she asked Nevis.
“Mochaccino, please.”
Deirdre raised an eyebrow at York who said, “Espresso, thanks.”
Mike and Bronx were talking now, and Nevis was happy to sit back in her chair and look at the town and the people. The café was in what appeared to be, if not the main street, certainly a busy one with lots of stores. Plenty of people were around, coming and going, but the pace seemed more leisurely than what she was used to in a big city, and that suited her fine.
Their coffees arrived with plates, forks, an
d a tray of pastries. Not, as Nevis had expected, delicate, mouthful-sized bites of food, but rich, cream-filled or fruit-topped delights, which could only be eaten with a fork.
“Dig in. I bet you’ve never tasted anything this good before,” said Mike, picking up a cream -filled pastry for himself before handing the plate to Nevis.
She took one filled with fruit, and after one bite had to agree that they tasted delicious. Rich, but with the flavors blended to perfection and the pastry so light, she could almost forget she was eating it, but for the buttery aftertaste. “This really is wonderful,” she said.
“Told you so.” Mike reached for a second pastry. She noted Bronx had finished his as well, but he was a very large man. Hers was less than half-eaten so she took another bite, savoring the subtle mix of flavors.
Bronx and Mike seemed to have come to an agreement about the property, because Mike jumped up from the table and went back to his car, popping the trunk and returning with a file of paperwork that York and Bronx read through carefully. Bronx and Mike signed the paperwork. Then Mike handed Bronx a ring of keys and asked, “So, how are you gonna get home tonight?”
“I’ll call when we’re about ready to leave and they’ll come get us. What motel would you recommend we stay at until the trailer is cleaned and our furniture arrives so we can live in it?”
“The Pine Corner Plaza is the best one on your side of town. Gives you a commute of less than five minutes. If you want to stay right in town I’d suggest Fred’s Place. Also, why don’t you give Jen’s Cleaning a call. They’ll have your trailer all shiny clean in a couple hours.” Mike pulled out his cell phone, scrolled through it and scribbled a number on the back of his business card and gave it to Bronx.
“Thank you, Mike. Have you got a number for Pine Corner Plaza as well?” asked York.
“I do indeed.”
Once he’d written on another business card and handed it to York, he said, “Shall I drive you back to your property now, or do you want to look around town some?”
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