Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  “I don’t expect you to read through all of it now,” Mr. Prong says, and I look at him. “Today I want to focus on the key points of the contract, like the length of time. You will get plenty of opportunity to read though it and ask any questions later.”

  “I see you have the length of the contract blank,” Brad says, and I find it is the same on mine.

  “I thought we should do two years,” Mr. Prong says and leans back in his chair.

  It’s my turn to play with my pen. Instead of engaging in acrobats with it, I unscrew its back and put it back on.

  “Two years in this industry isn’t very long.” I glance at Scott and Brad.

  Scott is holding up five fingers. My thoughts exactly.

  “What did you have in mind?” Mr. Prong is polite in his question.

  “I think it should be at least five years. This show isn’t one of those fly-by-night, five-minutes ones. It is here for the long haul.”

  I hold my breath as I watch Mr. Prong scribble something on his contract.

  “Done. Anything else?”

  That was easy. Was it too easy? Do I need to be on guard?

  I clear my throat.

  “There’s a couple of other matters I would like to address now before we are too far down the track and it becomes too difficult to raise again.”

  It is Mr. Prong’s turn to bow his head a little.

  “I want full creative rights as head writer.”

  I hold up my hand as I see Mr. Prong wants to say something.

  “That does not mean I won’t consult with others on the team. I am a team player, very much so. But I don’t want to have happen what happened with Ed.”

  I might have put too much emphasis on the words team player , but I want to get my point across.

  Silence.

  Eventually, Mr. Prong scribbles something on the page.

  “Agreed. Anything else?”

  I take a deep breath in. “I want you to give me the position of producer as well.”

  “You?” Mr. Prong doesn’t hide his surprise. There may even be a hint of disapproval in his voice. “You have no experience as a producer, from what I recall.”

  This might be harder than I thought.

  I nod. No point disagreeing. If I’m going to sell myself, I need to be honest.

  “You are right, I have never worked as a producer. But I have all the right qualities. I have an abundance of creativity.” I pause to think what else I need to add.

  “I am able to lead a team of diverse people. My planning and organizational skills are exceptional, and I can work to a budget.”

  If he doesn’t agree, I don’t know what else I can say.

  To my surprise, Mr. Prong nods.

  “Done.” He makes to stand.

  “If you can, have signed contracts back to my assistant within the week. Let her know if you need any other changes included.”

  When he’s gone, Scott comes over and picks me up to twirl me around once. Brad comes over and hugs me.

  “You were awesome, gorgeous,” both say at the same time.

  I grin from ear to ear. Boy, I feel good.

  Brad takes my right hand and Scott my left. They both look me in the eyes.

  “Baby,” Scott starts. “We just want you to know we think the world of you, and we’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  Brad nods.

  “The way you kick ass, I love it.” Brad kisses me on the cheek.

  I feel tears well up—tears of happiness.

  “Kayla,” they both say, and I look from one to the other. “We love you.”

  I put my arms around both of them.

  I lean forward, and Scott finds my mouth. He pushes his tongue past my lips and finds mine.

  I feel Brad’s hands travel up my top and squeeze my breasts. My lips leave Scott’s and finds Brad’s.

  I know how we’ll be celebrating for the rest of the day.

  Kayla

  I’ve been happy before, but I don’t think anything compares to what I’m feeling right now.

  It all worked out. Everything seemed stacked against me – against us – but the stars aligned and we’ve made it.

  And now here we are.

  Just the three of us.

  “Time to celebrate, boys,” I chuckle gently, looking from one to the other, my heart drumming wildly inside my chest. More than lust, there’s passion and love running through my veins. There’s happiness, there’s joy, and all the good things everyone deserves to have in their lives.

  “A celebration, huh?” Scott whistles, coming up to me and resting his hands on my waist.

  Grabbing me, he pulls me into him and crushes my mouth with his, his tongue parting my lips and wrestling against mine with a kind of unbridled fury. As he kisses me, he pushes me back against the wall, pinning me there. His arms go around my waist and he grabs me by the ass, his long fingers squeezing my cheeks as our lips remain locked together.

  “I want you so fucking much,” I hear Brad say, and I open my eyes to meet his gaze. He’s leaning against the wall, right next to me, and his parted lips tell me that he’s waiting for his turn.

  I don’t like to keep anyone waiting.

  Pulling back from Scott, I throw one arm around Brad’s neck and pull him into me, my mouth hungrily looking for his. We lock lips, and I close my eyes again as we surrender to a passionate kiss, one brimming with lust and love.

  When all this started out, I never thought I’d end up falling in love. But that was silly of me. How could I not fall in love with men like these? They’re perfect in every sense of the world – their bodies, their minds, their souls. Everything in them seems to have been designed to make me happy.

  “You’re mine,” Scott whispers against my neck, kissing my soft skin and pulling it between his teeth.

  “And mine,” Brad breathes against my lips, one of his hands grabbing at my breasts, my nipples hardening against the inside of my bra.

  “And you,” I smile, pulling back from them and looking from one to the other, “are mine.”

  “I couldn’t put it any better,” Brad grins, and with that he presses his body against mine. I can already feel his erection against my inner thigh, his cock like a wild animal that can smell its prey. Except in this case the prey wants to be devoured, and that as quickly as possible.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and fuck me now,” I find myself saying, my forehead pressed against Brad’s as the words leave my lips.

  “What? No foreplay?” Scott teases me, moving fast and sliding one hand under the hem of my dress. His fingers go straight to the wetness between my legs, and he presses the palm of his hand against my pussy. The moment he does it, a loud moan leaves my lips, the sound of voice blanketing whatever thoughts still floated inside my mind.

  I open my mouth to reply to Scott, but I don’t find the words. I just moan again, and then again.

  “I love the way you moan, Kayla,” Brad tells me, nibbling at my bottom. “I could hear you moan and scream all day long.”

  “I agree,” Scott chuckles, and with that he grabs my thong and flicks it to the side. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slides his index finger inside me and curls it upward until it meets my G-spot.

  The moment I feel the pressure in there, it’s as if my spine has turned into a column of fire. I feel my flesh burning, my eyes roll in their orbits, and I throw my head back against the wall.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, my pussy tightening around his finger as I come.

  Hell, this was fast.

  “Someone’s ready,” I hear Brad say while Scott slides his finger out of my pussy.

  My eyes are still closed, but I hear the sound of a belt coming undone, and a zipper being pushed down. Next thing I know, I feel a thick cock pressing against my inner lips, and I open my eyes just in time to see Brad grinning as he thrusts.

  “OH GOD!” I moan again, throwing my arms over his shoulders as he drives all of his inches inside me. Needing more than t
o feel just one man, my right hands darts to Scott’s waist and I try to unbuckle his belt clumsily.

  I manage to do it somehow, keeping my focus while Brad thrusts over and over again, and I push both his pants and boxers down. Scott’s cock springs free in a fraction of a second, slapping the back of my hand hard, and I just grab his shaft and start stroking him as hard as I can.

  With one cock in my hand and the other inside my pussy, I finally close my eyes and throw my head back once more, simply savoring the moment. For someone that wasn’t that sure about threesomes, I think I’m doing pretty well.

  “Harder, harder, harder,” I repeat over and over again, saying it so many times that the word ‘harder’ simply loses its meaning. Not that I need to worry – Brad has heard me, and he’s not the kind of guy to ignore a request like that.

  Moving his hips as fast as is humanely possible, Brad drives his cock so deep into me that I have no other option but to jump up. He reacts fast, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me up and into me. I lace my legs around his waist, his cock buried so deep inside me that I see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids. I sway my hips hard, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

  “I’m going to....” I trail off as a violent tightness takes over my chest, my heart shrinking as pleasure wraps itself around it.

  Sweet mercy, have I died and gone to Heaven?

  Scott

  As good as it is to watch Kayla’s expression as she comes, I want more than just be a spectator. Sure, I don’t mind Brad fucking her, but I want a piece myself.

  We have all the time in the world, yeah, but when it comes to Kayla I don’t want to risk it. I want to enjoy every single second as if it were the last. I want to live my life one day at a time, burning each and every one of her smiles into my memory forever.

  Fuck, who knew that a guy like me would end up falling in love? If anyone told me I’d be head over heels now (let’s not mention the fact that another guy’s involved), I’d just laugh like a maniac. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard , I can hear myself say to someone capable of making such a premonition.

  But the truth is, these past few weeks have been the best in my entire life. Sure, my career’s looking better and better (and that’s because of The King ’s success), but my happiness has nothing to do with that – I’m just happy because of the way things have worked out between me, Scott and Kayla.

  We love her, she loves us…and that’s all I need to be a happy man.

  “I want you,” I whisper, reaching for Kayla’s hand and pulling her into me, my mouth desperately looking for hers. My hands work fast in a blur of movement, pushing all clothes off from her body, and I only stop when she’s completely naked in front of us, her tight little body ready for the taking.

  Grinning, I place my hands on her waist and force her to turn around, pushing her against the wall. She places her hands on the wall at shoulder-height, and thrusts her ass back at me. Closing in on her, I slap her ass cheeks with the back of my hand and take my mouth to her neck, kissing her smooth skin while I breathe in the scent of her hair.

  “I don’t know what you fucking did to me,” I whisper into her hair, “but you’ve made me the happiest man on Earth.”

  “The happiest men on Earth,” Brad corrects me, closing the distance between him and her and kissing the other side of her neck. As he does it, I take my free hand to my cock and push it down between her thighs. I hold my breath as I feel her wetness against the tip of my cock and, without a moment’s hesitation, I simply thrust, driving all my inches deep inside her.

  She gasps as my thickness travels all the way inside her, and I close my eyes as I feel her tight pussy choking my cock. I start thrusting slowly, building up the rhythm more patiently than I thought would be possible, but it doesn’t take long for me to submit to a crazy frenzy of lust.

  Pistoning into her hard, I smile as I hear the sound of flesh-on-flesh, her moans blending with it to create the most perfect song I’ve ever heard. Fuck, I’ve never been the kind of guy to go all lyrical and shit, but I just can’t help it when it comes to Kayla – sex with her is like fucking magic.

  I wouldn’t be surprised if I opened my eyes and saw little unicorns frolicking around while rainbows shot up from one end of the office to the other.

  “I love you so fucking much,” I whisper as I fuck her, my body moving so fast that I feel sweat trickling down my back. Her body feels warm against mine, and her pussy keeps on becoming tighter and tighter around my cock. Soon enough she’ll come undone.

  “I love you too…” She moans, smiling and opening her eyes. She looks back at me over her shoulder and then back to Brad. Taking one hand off the wall, she reaches for Brad and curls her fingers around his cock, stroking him while I ravage her sweet pussy.

  “Don’t stop, Scott, don’t you stop!” She pleads me, and I’m more than happy to fulfill her request. Hooking my fingers on her hips, I start ramming my cock into her pussy as I can, the sound of my thighs slapping her ass echoing inside her office.

  “Is this how you want it?” I whisper into her hair, my movements furious.

  “Yes, yes, yes…” She breathes out between thrusts, her voice quivering as she nears ecstasy. She hisses and presses her forehead against the wall, her eyes closed as the lines in her face deepen.

  “Oh, my fucking God!” She gasps, her pussy becoming so tight that I wouldn’t be surprised if it broke my cock in half. It doesn’t, of course – but I do have to hold my breath and tense up to stop myself from coming right here and now.

  Slowly, I slide my cock off her pussy and take a step back, my lungs and heart working overtime. Fuck, she leaves me spent every single time. I was the kind of guy that could go all night long (and I still do, of course), but Kayla never settles for anything less than my A-game.

  “I’ve had the two of you already, one at a time,” she starts, turning around on her heels and pressing her back against the wall. “Now I think it’s time for the two of you to share me, don’t you think?” She continues, the words share me falling from between her lips like silk.

  My cock twitches at the thought, and I just know that the next time my cock’s inside here there’ll be no way I’ll be capable of stopping myself from coming. No, this is the final stretch, and I’m more than ready to be torn apart by pleasure.

  “Sharing you seems like the best thing I’ve heard all day,” I whisper, and then take one step toward her.

  Brad

  “You want to be shared, you’ll be shared,” I say, looking at Kayla as my heart kicks inside my chest. I never thought I’d be in a situation like this, where I’d have to share the woman I love with another man, but here I am. And the weird thing is, I don’t give two fucks about that.

  As long as we’re together, the three of us, things will be alright.

  “Oh, you’ll be shared alright,” Scott adds, walking up to her and pushing her against the wall once more. Leaning in, he kisses her softly, brushing his lips against hers. I walk up to them, lean back against the wall by Kayla’s side and then grab her hand. Stealing her from Scott, I pull her into me.

  “Oh,” she gasps, pressing her naked body against mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. I feel her hard nipples against my skin, and my cock twitches hard, eager to have more of her.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask her, grabbing my cock with one hand and angling it down. I brush the tip of my cock up and down the length of her wet pussy, and I have to use all of my willpower to stop myself from thrusting right away.

  “That’s exactly what I want,” she purrs, biting on her bottom lip.

  “Then you’ll have it,” I reply, taking both my hands to her ass and pulling her up and into me. Reacting fast, she laces her legs around my waist and throws her arms over my shoulders. I bend my knees just an inch, angling my cock so that it’s pointing straight at her pussy, and she lowers herself over it.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moans as my shaft slides deep inside her.


  “Now, now…I want in,” Scott says, walking up behind her and running his fingers down the side of her body, his fingertips going over the curve of her ass. He runs one finger along her crack, lingering on her hole, and then he just grabs his cock and presses its tip there.

  Kayla goes from biting on her bottom lip to gritting her teeth, her eyes closed as she prepares for the onslaught of pleasure that’s about to come her way.

  “Do it, do it,” she asks Scott, her head still thrown back.

  Scott doesn’t answer her with words. Instead, he simply starts pushing his cock inside her ass, taking his time as inch by slow inch his cock takes over her insides. The moment he’s deep inside her, both of our cocks claiming her body, Kayla sighs heavily.

  “I love you, I love you so much,” she cries out, her fingernails digging deep into my shoulder blades.

  “Then you’re in good company,” I chuckle softly.

  “You are, because you’re everything to us. You’re the world to us, Kayla, never forget that,” Scott adds, and I can’t help but feel happiness wash over me as a bright smile takes over Kayla’s lips.

  “Then fuck me like you mean it,” she manages to say. And we don’t waste a single second. We start slowly, sliding our cocks in and out of her ass at a steady tempo, but we keep on increasing the pace. I keep on holding her close to me, her legs still locked around my waist, and I feel like never letting go.

  I want this, whatever you can call this relationship, for the rest of my life.

  We deserve all this pleasure.

  We deserve all this happiness.

  We build the pace for a few minutes, but soon enough we’re fucking her as if our life depended on it. Her moans and screams of utter pleasure fill the whole office, but I’m not even sure of how loud she’s being.

  My brain is too busy trying to process all the pleasure I’m feeling right now, and it has shut down all secondary functions. All I know is that Kayla’s having the time of her life – and so are we – and that’s all that matters. As long as Kayla’s happy, we’ll be happy.