by The Male Order, Texas Collection ]- A Bride for Two Billionaires (l
Then she felt one of the men lift both of her hips off the table, gripping her ass as he held her lower half high in the stuffy air. She felt the tip of someone’s nose rub against her engorged clit, and then she heard an anonymous, drawn out “mmm” and he sniffed her.
“I want your mouths all over me,” Taylor whispered to the figures in the darkness.
She heard two low chuckles from the darkness. They didn’t use their voices to answer her. Instead, their teeth began to lightly nip the skin of her ass cheeks and the sides of her breasts.
“Oh, yes, take me any way you want me,” she pleaded desperately. She had no idea which man was at what end, but she was already eager to surrender her will to them both. They remained completely silent in response.
Suddenly, she felt a wet, hot mouth against her dripping, convulsing cunt. Taylor’s body jerked violently in response to the magical, heavenly tongue that swept its way from between her ass cheeks, up to tongue-fuck her opening, and then she finally screamed out as the firm head strummed against her pulsating pearl.
The heavy man leaning over her chest began jiggling Taylor’s tits in his hands as he let her stiff nipples dance over the surface of his face. He moaned primitively as she arched her body closer to him, silently begging him to take her tits for his pleasure. Once she felt his teeth gently clasp down on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other, she immediately felt the sparkling sensation of an orgasm coming on.
Taylor’s shrieks grew louder. “Oh, yeah! Yeah, suck me, both of you.”
The mouth feasting on her folds blew cool air on her heated mound between the vibrating growls he made against her pussy. He sounded like a wild wolf that was having his first meal in days. He slurped and moaned and licked like she was the best thing he ever tasted.
Taylor screamed their names as one hand reached to grip the head between her quaking thighs and the other reached over to the head of curls moving over her swollen nipples.
They both sucked hard as her womb tightened and her peak resuscitated her once-aching heart. Just when she thought her climax would start to recede, the hungry man between her thighs inserted two large fingers in her channel and a moaning mouth bit down on a sore nipple, causing her climax to last several waves longer than she ever thought possible. She ground her pussy against the mouth between her legs until her orgasm passed several moments later.
Taylor continued to lay limp on the table as she struggled to recover from the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
“You sounded so beautiful, baby.” She loved how Brody called her ‘baby’ like it was the most natural thing in the world. They shared a soft kiss in the dark, and then he released her.
“My-My legs feel like jelly,” she managed to say between pants of breath.
“Hold on. Don’t move.” Jay’s husky whisper gave her pussy a final shiver. She felt him move up her body, and his tongue wedged between her lips. She softly sucked it until he backed up, as well. She grew more confused when she tasted her desire on both their tongues. Had they tag-teamed devouring her cunt and tits without her even noticing?
Light flooded in the shed for just a brief moment as the men opened the shed door. Jay peeled the large shirt from his body and handed it to her with a soft smile. She pulled it over her torn dress, loving the way she seemed to swim in the giant shirt.
Brody poked his head out the door, scanning left and right. “Okay, looks like the coast is clear.”
Before Taylor realized what was happening, Jay lifted her in his arms without a hint of strain. Taylor knew she was a petite girl, but she couldn’t help but to be insecure about how heavy she must have been to him. She decided not to protest when Jay began gliding through Aunt Veronica’s yard as if he was carrying a feather-light doll.
When they came to the front porch, Jay gently placed her on her feet. Brody was immediately in front of her when her legs gave out. He caught her right before she was going to fall to her knees.
“Whoa there, sugar.” Brody kept his hands on either side of her waist as she struggled to maintain balance. She looked up at him, and he was staring at her with tender, loving eyes. She smiled at him and didn’t hold back the urge to kiss him. She weaved her fingers through his damp hair as he came in deeper.
Suddenly she was jerked back hard then whipped around to face Jay. He immediately crushed his lips into hers, sending a delicious yearning straight to her clit which caused it to swell right back up. Just as she wrapped her arms around his thick body, he broke their kiss. “Goodnight, Taylor.” He then moved to the side, and Brody stepped up to her.
“Goodnight, baby.” Brody gave her another brief yet passionate kiss.
She couldn’t speak and was barely able to manage to wave goodbye to the men as they walked back to their truck.
Chapter 5
Leaving her damp shoes on the porch, Taylor slowly opened her aunt’s front door, poked her head inside, and scanned the area for any trace of Aunt Veronica. Confident she was alone, she quickly tiptoed to the bathroom, doing her best to avoid dripping water on the carpet. Her dress and hair were still pretty wet. Well, not just her dress and hair…
Although she was anxious to get some food in her stomach, she was in desperate need of a shower before she could even think of returning to a functioning human being. She started the warm shower and made sure all her bath products were accessible.
She pulled Jay’s T-shirt off and looked in the mirror. She giggled at the sight of scattered blades of grass clinging to the curves of her body.
She went over to the hamper to place the shirt inside, but then she hesitated. She looked down at the bundle and pressed the fabric against her nose. Even beneath the heavy smells of sun, grass, and lake water, she could still detect the clean, musky scents of Jay and Brody. She reached down and placed a finger between her pussy lips. Just as she expected, she was dripping wet again for them already. Trying to focus on the mission at hand, she tossed the dress in the hamper and stepped into the tub, doing her best to shake away her lustful thoughts.
The warm shower immediately relaxed her, flowing down her skin, as comforting as a mother’s touch. She scrubbed her body with Dove soap as she washed away the day’s harsh elements. When she glided the slippery bar of soap over her breasts, her nipples immediately became erect with need, and the memory of Jay’s and Brody’s hot tongues lapping the tight buds had her pinching her throbbing clit before she even realized her hand had made its way between her legs.
“Oh, stop! You don’t need to come every damn few minutes,” Taylor scolded herself aloud. Before her pussy could win another argument with her logic, she turned off the hot water and forced herself to stand under the cold shower. Once her horny desire began to subside, she stepped out and dried off.
She applied her melon-cucumber lotion, combed her hair, then walked to her aunt’s bedroom wrapped in her towel. She knew Veronica had a large collection of oversized men shirts under her bed. Taylor scanned through a few before settling on a feather-soft, gray tee with a vintage Cowboys logo on the front. She loved the feeling of the fabric as it brushed against her freshly-shaven thighs.
Taylor walked to the next room where she was staying. She grabbed her laptop off her nightstand and sat on her bed, placing it on her lap as she settled into her usual surfing position.
She hadn’t checked her email all week, so there were about twenty unread messages. She scanned through the senders, and she paused on an unfamiliar address. The sender was [email protected], and the message subject was simply “Amber Fox.” When she opened it, the only thing in the body of the message was a long link for her to click on. She recognized the Web site’s name in the beginning of the link.
Taylor hesitated, not quite sure if she should click on the infamous domain. “Oh, hell, every southern girl has her right to a little gossip on occasion.” She clicked on the blue, underlined type before the guilt returned.
The Web site was called Allegedly.com, and it was the Fran
kenstein of Dallas blogger and socialite, Emilio Estefan. Emilio was a twenty-one-year-old, self-made Dallas celebrity. As the son of immigrant parents from Mexico City, Emilio was raised with the value of hard work. The result was a Web site that now generated thousands of dollars per ad sale. Last Taylor had heard, that resulted in Emilio receiving about $750,000 per month. Not too bad for a first-generation American citizen.
A youthful, bubbly voice sounded from the laptop speakers. “Hola y howdy. My name is Emilio Estefan. Welcome to Allegedly, your go-to spot for all things trashy, nasty, Dallas, and fabulous. Aye ya yi!”
The Web link had led her to a thread that listed any articles mentioning Amber Fox. Taylor began with an article dating back two days ago.
“Has Amber Fox Had Too Many Cocks?!? Only Emilio has the uncensored pics!”
As Taylor scrolled down, her hand covered her mouth as she gasped in utter horror.
There on the World Wide Web was a collection of paparazzi pictures featuring an obviously inebriated Amber Fox getting out of her BMW, wearing a short pink dress and no panties. The paparazzi definitely got their money shot that night. But the most shocking of all was the next picture. It was a close-up of Amber’s vagina, covered in oozing open sores!
Taylor shook her head in shock as she brought herself to read the article underneath the pictures.
“Cochina of the Week” goes to Amber Fox. Looks like Miss Fux-a-lot has been served too much spotted dick pudding. The Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose contestant was photographed late Saturday night outside of Plush Lounge as she was getting out of her tacky custom pink Beamer. Photogs say Amber parked her car on the curb, spent ten minutes “drinking cola” then crawled out of her car in a drunken stupor.
Lucky for us, the “Head-Mistress” (as the Cowboys and Mavericks are rumored to affectionately refer to her) has the grace of a redneck truck driver. Little Miss Sophistication gave us a full-on view of her pus-oozing va-jay-jay. (Excuse me, mijitos, I need to barf…Ok, I’m back.) The word on the street is Amber caught herpes from Daybed druggie drummer, Bobby Smalls, who she’s been fucking dating since beauty-queen/heart disease ambassador Taylor Ewing introduced them backstage at a Daybed concert a couple of months ago…Allegedly!
Looks like Amber can put those man-made, dick-sucking lips to good use as she kisses her delusional dreams chances at the crown adios! Cochina!
A few other Amber Fox articles had been posted since, but Taylor had seen enough. She closed her laptop and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. It was hard for Taylor to feel much sympathy for her old friend, but she never wanted Amber to lose her chances at the title she had been chasing her whole life. Being Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose was all Amber cared about, and she was willing to sacrifice everything for it. That included her friendship with Taylor.
For the last year, they had both prepared for the ultimate Texas pageant. But while Taylor spent most of her time volunteering in the name of her hypertrophic cardiomyopathy awareness platform, Amber spent her days drinking at the W pool, and her nights were spent sugar-daddy hunting at every Dallas hotspot.
Over the years, Amber’s out-of-control partying had gotten progressively sloppier. What started out as drink-’til-you-blackout binging at fourteen soon turned to suck-it-to-snort-it cocaine clubs at seventeen, then later guess-what-I-am pill highs at twenty-two—and every day since.
But Amber was always this way.
Taylor remembered back when she had first won the Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose title. Out of the hundreds of pageant titles a Texas girl could compete for, Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose and Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose were the most prestigious. Taylor’s mother saw the pageant as a great social opportunity for Taylor, and a great bragging right for herself, mother of a Texas beauty queen.
At first, Taylor refused to consider participating, preferring to devote her free time to the HCM foundation she volunteered for since her father’s death. When Daddy had died, the foundation had contacted the family and offered to pay for the funeral her mother couldn’t afford. Taylor had always remained incredibly grateful for the help they gave her family during that dark, difficult time. She had also wanted to do her part to prevent others from going through the pain she and her family had to endure.
When Taylor became aware that the pageant allowed each contestant to have a charity platform, and the teen winner’s charity would receive two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars, she quickly agreed. For the Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose title, the charity donation prize increased to seven-hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That amount now paled in comparison to Jay and Brody’s ten-milion dollar donation. Her HCM foundation had recently planned its eleventh statewide tour to educate student athletes on the facts about the disease. She knew with that money, the charity would now be able to take the tour nationwide..
Harold and Amber’s father had introduced the girls to each other at the Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose participant orientation several months before the pageant. Mr. Fox was a highly respected real estate mogul who specialized in luxury real estate in the Dallas/ Fort Worth area. He also had an obsessive hobby of competing in dog shows with his two prized toy poodles, Sir Rush Limbark and Sir Bill O’Bite Me. He was a man of appearance and status, and those priorities were passed down to his pageant-obsessed daughter.
Amber became Taylor’s first close friend since she and her mom had entered the Dallas high society. As a pageant girl since the age of nine months, with over a hundred and fifty titles under her belt, Amber had been confident she was a shoo-in for Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose, and she made sure every contestant knew it. It wasn’t uncommon for one of Amber’s rivals to suddenly have a broken high heel or an extra slit down their evening gown.
Taylor had been painfully intimidated with Amber’s stunning beauty, especially at such a young, impressionable age. Her skin always had a deep tan, her teeth were snow white, and her voluminous blond hair bounced as she walked. Amber was born a brunette, but her mother began to bleach her hair just a few months before orientation. Amber had explained that, in the pageant world, blondes were more likely to get noticed. But more than anything else, Taylor was enamored by Amber’s eyes, a sparkling crystal blue that was kryptonite to any kid’s Snack Pack, any teacher’s star stickers, and any adult’s wallet.
But seven months later, Taylor was crowned the youngest Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose at just thirteen, and Amber was runner-up. It was Taylor’s first pageant.
Amber went on to win Miss Teen Dallas Texas Cowgirl Spur the next month, but Amber never seemed to get over losing the Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose title to a rookie.
Taylor had spent most of her year attending charity events for HCM research. During one event, Taylor and Amber were approached by a boy a few years younger than them.
“I’m very happy to meet you, Miss Teen Dallas Texas Yellow Rose and Miss Teen Dallas Texas Cowgirl Spur.” Taylor remembered the young boy’s smile beamed with admiration. “I was diagnosed with HCM when I was five, and I just wanted to say thank you for helping people like me. Could y’all please sign my event booklet?”
Taylor remembered the angry fire that danced in Amber’s eyes when the boy handed his marker and program to Taylor first. Taylor had pretended not to notice for the boy’s sake. “Of course! And the pleasure is all mine! I’m sorry, what did you say your name—” Out of nowhere, Amber grabbed the program out of Taylor’s hands and violently tore it to shreds in front of the boy’s face. “Hey! Amber, what are you doing?”
“Fuck this charity bullshit, and fuck you, dying freak!” Amber screamed at the boy, ignoring Taylor’s protests. The young boy ran off in tears.
Amber had called Taylor the next week to apologize for her behavior. “I’m on the rag. You know how it is!” Taylor had felt the social pressure to forgive her friend. After all, she had been there for Taylor when no one else was.
Taylor woke up just as her aunt was coming though the bedroom door, holdi
ng a tray of sweet tea and a slice of delectable, homemade blueberry pie from the Male Order Diner.
Taylor stretched her arms and let out a satisfied groan.
“Ugh, how long have I been asleep?”
“Just a few hours.”
“A few hours? Aunt Veronica, you should’ve woken me!”
Walking around to Taylor’s side of the bed, Aunt Veronica nudged Taylor to learn forward as she rested an extra pillow behind her. “Oh hush now, girl. I done told your simple ass before you got here that if you want to stay with me, I’ll make sure you do nothing but rest and relax. No sense in complaining about such a good thing.”
Aunt Veronica moved to the other side of the bed and lay on her stomach, her head resting in her hands as she watched Taylor enjoy her evening snack. Finally, Taylor finished, lifted her glass of tea, and sat back.
“Thank you, Aunt Veronica. I guess you’re right. Obviously, it’s what my body needed, and I need to get in the habit of giving it what it asks for.”
“That’s what I’m countin’ on, sister.” With a sly smile, Aunt Veronica lifted the empty tray and put it on the floor next to the bed.
Taylor’s cheeks burned despite no one being in the room to hear her aunt’s dirty reference. She took another sip of sweet tea in attempt to cool off her burning face.
“I have to be at the Boom Boom Room in thirty minutes. One of my bartenders called in sick, so I need to go cover,” said Aunt Veronica as she looked at her watch. “But you know me, I can’t rest until I know you’ve eaten.”
She looked at Aunt Veronica and, for the first time, noticed a silver heart-shaped locket hanging from her neck. Taylor watched her aunt work to get the necklace off with little success, so she motioned for Aunt Veronica to turn to allow her to help.
“I’ve never seen this before,” said Taylor just as she unhooked the clasp.
“Never? I’ve had it since I moved out of Mama’s house when I was sixteen. I never wear it out to the bar because I’m afraid to lose it. Open it.”