“It sounds like an amazing opportunity. How much more will you get paid?” Gisella asked her.
“I don’t even know,” Alda replied and ran her fingers through her hair and stared at them, feeling shocked.
“Maybe that’s what the meeting is about. Negotiations,” Giada said.
“You think so?” Alda asked.
“Sounds like it, and if not then you should insist on getting paid more. They’re going to work you hard, Alda,” Alessa said to her.
“Why do I get the feeling this is going to be one hell of a roller coaster and I’m gonna get tossed off midair,” she said and they laughed.
“You, the woman who will face any business challenge? No way. You’ll be fine and shine in this. Don’t let anything stand in your way, Alda. Enjoy this, it sounds like an amazing opportunity,” Giada said to her.
“I sure hope so. I guess things do have a way of working themselves out after all.”
* * * *
Royce sat in a meeting with Adelina, Sunny and Vinny to discuss any leads with the drugs. It seemed nothing was even circulating underground or on the black market.
“This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It could mean that whomever has created this drug and is distributing it only want to profit themselves. They don’t want to mass produce it,” Sunny stated.
“Five hundred dollars for one fucking pill and no one has ripped this guy off and come up with something similar, or maybe tried to find out who he is and get in on the action? It doesn’t make any sense. Not that we want in, we want this shit out of here,” Fedarro said to them.
“Well, through the guy we met with on Saturday morning with Andreas and the guys, the drop off location is always at a discrete location and no person to person handoff. Money is placed into a mail drop and the drug picked up elsewhere nearby,” Royce told them.
“They’re being extra careful. It could be a quick money making scam or the guy has limited product and is trying to move the drug quickly,” Collin said to them.
“Could be, or it’s a means to cause supply and demand. Tease them, and make them want more. The price goes up and it’s harder to get but they’ll pay for it because of the results,” Adelina said.
“If that’s the case then it very well could be a quick money making thing. They’re obviously not connected to anyone local or we would catch wind of it,” Cobra stated.
“This could be a lost cause. We might need to remain focused on all our clubs and having security, the bartenders keep as best of watch as they can. Then look out for our own,” Fedarro said to them.
Royce listened to them talk about a few other business things and his mind drifted to Alda. They were caught up trying to get leads on this drug and dealer, and she had been caught up in work all week and some party for work Friday night. Logic told her they wanted to see her. It was Thursday evening and she texted that she was stuck doing something with work. They weren’t happy. So when the meeting ended and Royce, Brew, Logic, and Train headed out, they decided to hit Marconie’s, a small little bar restaurant a few blocks from Oliva.
“It’s after eight. Nothing from her yet?” Brew asked Logic.
Logic shook his head as they walked into the restaurant and bar. It was pretty crowded for a Thursday night.
“I don’t fucking believe it,” Train said and Royce caught the direction Train was looking in.
“That’s Alda, and she’s with that guy,” Train said to Logic.
“The guy she was with last week?” Royce asked and looked. The guy looked like some sort of rich asshole, and older than them by a few years if he had to guess.
“What the fuck?” Brew raised his voice. Royce grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Royce said and in that moment Alda and the guy stood up from the table and he took her hand and headed to the bar and straight toward them. Logic ordered drinks and the bartender was setting them up.
Alda hadn’t even looked up. She was talking to the guy and he was smiling and nodding then adding stuff. They sat halfway between them and Royce watched.
“He’s touching her,” Brew stated through clenched teeth.
“It’s crowded,” Train said.
“Fuck, it isn’t that crowded that his hand needs to remain on her hip. He’s even whispering into her fucking ear. Fuck this,” Brew said.
Royce reached for him but Brew moved his arm and Royce shook his head.
“Should we stop him?” Logic asked, not moving. Train didn’t either and Royce faced the bar.
* * * *
Alda was staring up into Antonio’s dark blue eyes. The man was handsome and charismatic. He had been so helpful all week, making her feel comfortable in the studio and giving her advice. Haley disappeared a little while ago and was talking to some guy by the bar and she hoped she joined them soon. This was feeling kind of intimate and she felt a little unsure. She liked Antonio, but he was much older. That made her think of Brew, Logic, Train, and Royce, yet she knew nothing serious or any kind of commitment would happen with them.
Antonio held her gaze and pressed a strand of hair from her cheek.
“You looked incredible today at the photo shoot. Maxwell was impressed, I think,” he said to her and then lowered his hand to her hip. She swallowed hard and as she looked away from the deep gaze of his eyes her eyes landed on Brew Brophy heading toward her.
“I thought you were working,” Brew interrupted and Antonio stood up straighter. He pulled her closer to him and Brew looked ready to fight.
“This is business, Brew,” she said to him.
He eyed where Antonio had his hands on her.
“Doesn’t look like business to me.”
She was embarrassed. This was not good at all.
“I think you should calm down, buddy,” Antonio challenged.
“Calm down?” He raised his voice and stepped closer. Alda put herself between the two men and held her hands on Brew’s chest.
“Brew, don’t do this. Please, you’re embarrassing me,” she said to him.
He squinted at her.
“What’s going on here, Alda?” Haley approached.
“Brew, please,” she pleaded with him and he pulled her a few steps away and wrapped his arms around her. He placed his hand over her ass, making it pretty obvious that he felt he owned her.
“You blow us off for this rich prick.”
“Brew, stop it.”
“Everything okay over here?” She looked up to see Royce, Logic, and Train.
She pushed from Brew’s arms and saw the angry expressions on Antonio and Haley’s faces. These guys totally embarrassed her.
“Everything is fine,” she said to Royce and then looked at Antonio and Haley.
“These are friends of mine,” she introduced them but the men didn’t shake hands.
It was awkward and then Haley spoke.
“Alda, walk us out, please,” she said to her and Alda gave Brew a dirty look.
“We’ll wait right here, baby,” Brew said and eyed over Antonio as if he were dirt. She swallowed hard as she walked ahead with Haley but Antonio trailed behind as Logic said something to him.
“You better wise up fast. I hope you aren’t involved with any of those men,” Haley said to her.
“They’re friends.”
“Do I look stupid?” She exhaled.
“Something happened one night. That’s all it was.”
“Well, don’t throw away an opportunity like this and with a man like Antonio. You’re going to meet his cousin tomorrow night. You’re going to be representing MAX products and fucking around with multiple men is not exactly going to work. You’ll be busy advancing your career, and making double if not triple what you make now,” Haley said and looked past Alda at the guys then back to her.
“You better think things through and realize what’s at stake here. Are you willing to give it up for them? A couple of nights of good sex? You deserve better than that,” she said as Antonio approach
ed.
“I’m so sorry about that, Antonio. Brew is protective of me. There was an incident the other night at one of the clubs and he and his friends are still feeling protective.”
He looked her over. “Being protective is one thing, acting aggressive, violent is another. Are you certain I can’t drive you home? You’ll be safe here?”
“Oh God, yes. They’re good guys, just a bit protective.”
“Hmmm, well, we’ll talk tomorrow at the party.”
“Yes, and thank you for dinner. For everything.”
He pulled her close, her back toward the bar and where the guys were and he kissed her cheek, whispered into her ear.
“You’re precious, Alda. We’re going to make a good team, and bring MAX Industries to the next level.” He winked as he released her but let his hand slide over her ass.
She watched them go and was filled with mixed emotions. What was she supposed to do? Give up a career, a chance at perhaps a committed relationship with Antonio, maybe, and risk it all for four men who didn’t do commitments?
She wanted to leave. Just get the hell out of here but she had to go back to the bar, to where the four men stood and get her purse.
The arm wrapped around her waist tight. She gasped.
“Come back over and we’ll talk,” Train said to her. She damned the sensations she had. It felt so good to feel him pressed against her. Close to her. She didn’t have quite the same reaction when Antonio touched her, but she would settle for that, instead of lust. She knew there was nothing more to this.
She swallowed and then turned in his arms. He released her and walked behind her with a hand on her hip. She took position between Royce, and Brew in the space they made and then Logic and Train closed in the gap.
Brew placed his hand over her hip and waist and drew her against his side. He towered over her and the feel of that thick, hard arm against her waist aroused her, damn it.
“Tell me you aren’t seeing that dick. That you aren’t interested in him.”
She looked at him, had to tilt her head back to lock gazes, he was so much taller.
“He isn’t any of your business, Brew. You embarrassed me.”
His grip tightened and he pulled her closer, his hand squeezed her ass to him. She gasped, placed her hands against his chest.
“It is my fucking business.”
“Why is that, Brew?”
“Why the fuck do you think?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“I don’t know. It isn’t your MO,” she snapped at him.
He squinted at her. “What does that mean?”
“Fuck ’em and leave ’em. Isn’t that what you call it? What you do? Screw women and don’t call them and even tell them not to approach you again.”
“What?”
“Yeah, don’t think I’m stupid, Brew. I know a woman you screwed. It was part of why I didn’t want to risk the one-night stand. I knew what I was getting into. Your non-commitment attitudes. All of you.”
He cupped her hair and cheek. “I believe I told you before, during and after my cock was buried deep in your pussy, that this was different.”
Her lips parted. His words were so sharp and before she could respond he kissed her. As he released her lips, Logic pulled her toward him and kissed her next. He ran his palm along her ass and squeezed.
“Let’s go. Now,” Royce commanded.
Logic released her lips but then pulled her through the crowd and out the door. Brew had her purse, Royce and Train looked furious and she was utterly wet. How did they do this to her? How did Brew twist this around and make her want them all over again? How?
* * * *
The moment they got her into the SUV Royce pulled her onto his lap and kissed her hard. Logic drove, Brew was in the passenger seat and Royce and Train were in the back seat with her. Royce ran his hands up her skirt, over her thigh to her hip. She lifted up and rocked on top of him as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
He felt needy, crazy and jealous. Seeing another man want their woman, touch her hip and even her ass in challenge made him want to beat the fucker up.
Alda moaned into his mouth and he lifted her hip, gripped the thin string of her panties that had to be thongs and rocked his hips upward. He pulled from her mouth.
“I need in,” he said to her, and then nipped her breasts in the low cut one piece dress she wore. When he first saw her, he thought she looked hot, sexy, a professional woman.
“How do you do this to me? How?” she asked, breathing heavy.
He gripped her hips under her dress, against her skin tighter and gave her a shake. Teeth clenched, he held her gaze. “You do the same thing to me. Undo my pants, Alda. Take me inside of you now,” he demanded. She licked her lips, lifted up and then began to undo his pants. He wiggled from them and she adjusted her position.
Train gripped her hair and pulled her to the side to kiss him as Royce shoved his pants down. He lifted his cock and stroked it. The sound of her panties tearing filled the cabin of the SUV.
He reached out and cupped her breast, her one knee was between his legs and he stroked her cunt as she continued to kiss Train. She was rubbing Train’s cock over his pants. Train growled and pulled back.
“Fuck,” Train exclaimed.
“You’re super fucking wet, baby,” Royce said to her and eased a finger along her ass. She lifted up and rocked her hips. He slid a finger into her ass. “Yeah, just like that. You’re going to get fucked in every hole tonight, baby. We’re going to claim you everywhere, and over and over again until you realize you belong to us,” he said to her. Her eyes popped open and she moaned as she came.
He pulled his fingers from her body, brought her over his lap and she took his cock up into her cunt. They both moaned. She gripped his shoulders and he thrust his hips so hard and fast, shoving her downward as he lifted up. Her lips parted, her breasts bounced.
“Pull down your top. I need to see those sexy tits of yours. Come on now. Show them to me,” he demanded.
“Oh, Royce. Oh God, you’re wild.”
“You ain’t seen wild yet. Just fucking wait,” he said and she eased the material of her dress off her shoulders. Her breasts emerged from her bra. He thrust hard upward.
“Oh,” she exclaimed. Train reached over and cupped a breast. Royce watched as Train leaned in and licked the tip.
“All of you will belong to the four of us. Every fucking inch,” he exclaimed, gripping her hips and thrusting upward so fast, his thighs were aching.
“Royce, Train, I can’t take it. I can’t. Oh!” She cried out her release and Royce followed.
“Grrr,” he roared.
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” Train pulled her off of him and onto his lap. Royce moaned and then leaned back to catch his breath.
Train was plunging his tongue into Alda’s mouth. Her breasts were bouncing, her thighs exposed.
“I need in,” Train said and turned her around. “Grab the middle console now,” he ordered, placing her hands on the middle console then undoing his pants and shoving them down. He pulled a shoe off and one leg off his pants. Royce couldn’t believe what this woman did to them and how she made them so wild and desperate.
“Train,” she said and then Brew turned in his seat, reached out and stroked her breast.
“Beautiful.”
Train lifted her dress and pressed it over her back, her bare ass and wet cunt fully exposed to them. He moved in behind her, dick in hand.
“So fucking gorgeous. Hold on tight, baby. We don’t have a lot of room but I need you now.”
Her hands gripped the console, her thighs were spread wide, her ass full, round and sticking out. Her pussy more bare than he recalled it being the first time they made love. Train shoved into her from behind in one fast thrust.
“Oh!” She moaned, moved a little forward but Train gripped her hips, pulled her back and began to thrust into her. The space was definitely too tight for Train’s large frame and height but his b
rother made do. His ass slammed back against the back seat with every thrust. Royce chuckled to himself. The woman made them all insane.
* * * *
Train gripped Alda’s hips and rammed into her. He rocked his hips and wrapped an arm under her waist, cupping one breast and kissing her neck and shoulder. He inhaled her shampoo and absorbed the scents, the sensations, the feel of being inside of her and having her this close. He craved it, needed it all week and she denied them what they wanted and needed.
“Mine. All fucking mine, woman. Every damn inch of you,” he growled and she came. He followed, unloading his seed into her womb and still feeling like it wasn’t enough. Like it only took the edge off.
He turned her around and pulled her into his arms and against his chest. He fell back against the seat and hugged her tight.
She was breathing heavily, her cheek against his neck and shoulder.
“So fucking good, baby. You make us wild. We don’t want to see you with any other men but us. Ever,” he told her, caressing her bare ass.
Royce leaned over and kissed her shoulder, ran a hand along her hair and she lifted up to look at him.
“We’re here, baby. Get yourself ready. We were apart from you for too many days. We’re making up for lost time.” Royce kissed her softly and the side door opened.
* * * *
They helped her fix her dress, but she felt so wild walking through the underground garage between Train and Royce and to the private elevator. Once they were inside she locked gazes with Logic and Brew. Both men licked their lips. The doors opened and they ushered her out and to another elevator. Brew punched in a code and she realized it was to the penthouse. Holy shit. They were rich.
The second they walked inside Royce and Train released her and she looked around the place. It was huge and decorated so upscale and manly with bold dark colors, stainless steel appliances, large leather couches and a huge flat screen TV.
“Look at me,” Logic said to her. Her heart raced with anticipation. This was crazy, wild, and she couldn’t believe she was here with them, letting them take her body like this. She wanted more and more and felt the same way they did. She wanted to make up for lost time and get lost with them. She didn’t want to think about her job, the future, only being with these men right now.
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