#BABYMACHINE: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  I gasped. So the extent of our relationship was completely obvious to our parents? Even Jerry knew of the tangled bonds between the twins and I, that we were engaged in a ménage?

  And my mom nodded, as if hearing my silent question.

  “We’re parents honey, we know a lot more than what you think … or what you’d like to think,” she said with a nod.

  I took a deep breath, still shocked but relieved as well. I’d been navigating these choppy waters alone, with no one to bounce my thoughts off of, but maybe I had an ally here.

  “But Mom, aren’t you worried that I’m in a threesome? Aren’t you worried about the negative blowback when people realize that I’m dating my brothers, plural?”

  That made Karla laugh.

  “Honey, one thing I’ve learned from being married to Jerry is that only you and him matter,” she said. “Or in this case, you and them. Don’t let other people get you down because there will always be people who try to drag you underwater.”

  “I know Ma, haters gonna hate, but it would be especially bad if people found out about Colt, Cain and I,” I said slowly. “It’s a double-whammy after all. Twins dating their stepsister? It’s pretty shocking, you have to admit.”

  “Yes honey, but like they say, ‘everything will pass,’” she responded seriously. “Take me, for instance. You think that there hasn’t been a ton of gossip over my marriage to Jerry? Billionaire CEO takes up with his decades-younger secretary? It’s fuel for the fire, and plenty of people said nasty things, but Jerry and I, we just stood firm. Our love is real, and that’s all that counted.”

  That was food for thought. I hadn’t really paid attention to my mom’s life recently, I was so caught up with the twins, completely immersed in my own world. But yeah, I could see how what she was saying was true. The press had probably been unkind to my mom, depicting her as some kind of Salome doing the dance of the Seven Veils in Jerry’s office.

  But my problems went further than that.

  “Mom, has Jerry ever done anything that you find … unpalatable?” I said, choking a little. “Like really off-putting? To the point where you don’t want to be with him anymore?”

  My mom thought for a moment.

  “Honey, I was Jerry’s secretary before we got married, I see everything he does in business,” she said. “He didn’t get to where he is without slitting some throats.”

  Yeah, I could see how that could be true.

  “But Mom,” I pressed. “What about things that you find despicable? Like you might not be able to live with it.”

  “Baby,” said my mom, taking a deep breath. “Jerry has engaged in some borderline business actions, things that might qualify as tax evasion, even breach of contract if you analyzed it closely. But the thing is he always knows how to get himself out of a jam. Why, is something bothering you?”

  And I let it all spill out, the dancing, the fact that Jimmy Long had lied during the trial, the fact that Colt and Cain had beat him, forcing him to change his story, how I wasn’t sure if I could live with the twins knowing about their sheer ferocity, the violence they were capable of.

  My mom was silent.

  “That’s a big one honey,” she said slowly, “I can see why you’ve been hiding for a while. No wonder you didn’t want to walk at graduation,” she mused. “It’s been like a pressure cooker for you, hasn’t it?”

  And I nodded tearfully.

  “I don’t know what to do, Mom,” I said in a quiet voice, looking down at my hands. “I love them so much but I’m scared. If they could do that to a man, what else are they capable of?”

  I expected Karla to toss off some answer from the top of her head, but she surprised me again with her thoughtfulness.

  “Honey, no one can tell you what’s wrong and what’s right in this case. You have to let your heart guide you, let it tell you where to go next. The boys … they’re waiting, they told their dad that they want you to matriculate at State next year with them, but don’t let that sway you from your own deep thinking. It’s the only way to find contentment, honey … with yourself.”

  And I realized that despite her reputation as a floozy, my mom was actually deeply perceptive, with a lot of insight into the world. Because it was true. I could only find happiness if I settled the score with myself first.

  “Thanks Ma, I appreciate it,” I said gratefully, reaching out for a hug. It’d been so long since I’d touched her at all that it was almost foreign, but it felt good. A mother’s arms can be strangely soothing, especially when you’re hurting.

  “No problem, sweetheart,” she said. “Now,” she encouraged with a wink, “go and fill out some college applications. No matter what happens between you and your brothers, you should still go to school.”

  And I knew she was right. I wanted to invest in myself … and that began with an education.

  EPILOGUE

  Karlie

  Three months later …

  I thought back to the day I’d decided to finally chat with my brothers. It’s not that I’d ignored them, I’d sent them some emails briefing them on classes, my new roommates, that kind of thing, and they’d replied with polite but short emails, probably hesitant to overstep the invisible boundaries I’d set.

  Because I’d matriculated at State. After applying to a couple schools, I’d found out that I’d been accepted at three. Berklee, Tisch and State had welcomed me with open arms, Tisch even awarding me an arts scholarship based on my photography portfolio.

  But by the time the acceptance letters arrived, I already knew where I was headed next. To State … with my brothers, although I wasn’t sure if I’d be seeing them right away.

  It’s been a long process. I’d started emerging from my room slowly, sometimes just for a fifteen minute swim in the pool, some relaxation in the peaceful waters. And slowly I’d stepped back into the sunshine inch by inch, until I was back to my old self, just in time to move into the dorms on campus.

  But once there, I hadn’t approached my brothers. Instead, I’d watched from afar, literally up in the stands as they clinched victory after victory on the football field, the blue and gold of their uniforms gleaming in the warm afternoon sun.

  But the time had come, I was ready once again. Gulping, I’d written an email to my steps asking to get together for coffee, my heart in my throat. I wasn’t even sure they’d respond, truth be told, and it was with a surprising ping that I saw a reply pop into my inbox not two minutes later. Colt was inviting me to their private suite. Evidently as star athletes, they had a living room and espresso machine, luxuries I didn’t have. I was sharing a triple with two other girls, nice but a little cramped.

  So with shaking hands, I’d knocked. It was a sunny day and I looked around, hoping no one saw me on their doorstep. My thoughts soon flew out of my head because Colt opened the door, his massive form dwarfing the frame.

  “Sister,” he said greeting me, stepping aside to let me in.

  And I trembled a bit, wobbling slightly in my high heels as I walked into the plush suite. The furnishings were luxurious, huge bay windows overlooking the verdant campus. Cain was already seated, waiting for me with watchful eyes, his massive frame still but filled with silent power.

  “Brothers,” I’d said again slowly, seating myself on the divan, nervously smoothing my skirt before clasping my hands protectively over my stomach. But my brothers gave no sign of noticing. Instead, they lounged on the opposite couch, their massive forms making even the king-size piece of furniture seem small.

  “It’s good to see you, Karlie,” drawled Cain, stretching his long legs out before him. His pose was deceptively calm, but I could see the intensity in his eyes, matched by the latent energy in his brother’s still form.

  I took a deep breath.

  “Colton, Cain,” I said slowly, “I’m ready to move forward.”

  Both my steps remained motionless although a shockwave of electricity ran through the air. I could feel the tremors in the air, spark
s already running down my arms to sizzle in my fingertips.

  “What does that mean?” asked Colt slowly. He gave me a searching glance. “Does that mean you’re talking to us again? Or are we still communicating through email?”

  I flushed.

  “I know it wasn’t easy for you either,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Beating Jimmy wasn’t your top choice, but with so much on the line, it was necessary. He wasn’t going to turn any other way and for someone like that, I’m not sure there was any other way,” I said slowly.

  “But Karlie,” said Cain, “What’s made you come around now? I mean, are you going to be bringing up Jimmy” and here he spat the name, “twenty years from now? Is this something we’re going to be hearing about forever?”

  “Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m over and done with it because I needed to make peace with myself.”

  Here, my brothers’ brows furrowed.

  “What do you mean?” growled Cain. “You did nothing wrong.”

  I shook my head, slow but determined.

  “Brothers, I wasn’t okay with what happened because I wasn’t fair to you or myself.”

  Colt shot me a puzzled look, so I went on.

  “You accepted my dancing, no questions asked, so long as I wasn’t doing blue light specials. It’s not exactly something that every girl does,” I said, flushing, “and I took your acceptance for granted. It’s a part of me that I have to let out, to escape the confines of being everyday Karlie, photographer and good girl.”

  “But I didn’t do the same for you,” I said slowly. “When you decided to teach Jimmy a lesson, I was judgmental. I didn’t accept that physical force is a part of who you are … both on the field and off. I struggled with it, applying my values, my mores, to you with a terrible result.”

  “Once I realized what I’d done, I knew the problem was internal. I needed to let go of my inhibitions and accept you for who you were … and who you are,” I said with a great breath of air, getting my feelings off of my chest.

  Unfortunately, my brothers weren’t letting me off so easy.

  “But Karlie,” said Cain, “How do we know that you won’t be mentioning the name ‘Jimmy Long’” and here he spat the words again, “twenty years from now? Because you know that’s our timeline. We want you for keeps, and it can’t keep coming up.”

  My heart leapt. They wanted me for twenty years or more? To keep? This was the first I’d heard of it and the air lodged in my throat, making it difficult to breathe. But they deserved an answer.

  “I won’t keep bringing it up,” I promised. “I don’t know how I can convince you, but we have something together that’s difficult to find sometimes. Some people are never so lucky,” I stated gently.

  “That’s right,” growled Colt. “We have love,” he added, his eyes boring into me. “It’s the real thing, Karlie, don’t take it for granted and don’t let it go.”

  “Love,” I agreed with an incandescent smile, my emotions tumbling, my spirits joyous. A rush of happiness descended over me, lifting me so that I was almost flying on the tips of my toes. “And something else too, brothers … I’m pregnant.”

  And that stopped them. The shock was palpable in the air, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected. We’d slept together for months, never once using protection, their seed mixing in me night after night. And I was nineteen now, at peak fertility. Was it really that surprising that I was pregnant with their child?

  “Karlie,” said Colt. “If you have our baby …”

  “You’ll be ours forever,” finished Cain.

  I couldn’t answer, my smile my only reply, holding out my arms to the two big men.

  And they descended on me then, their forms massive, hungry, like lions who hadn’t fed for a year. My steps were all over me, too hungry to hold back, touching my cunny, swiping left and right, drenching themselves in my juices.

  “Karlie,” they rasped, their voices hoarse. “Don’t ever leave us again.”

  “I won’t,” I promised, “Never.”

  And they kissed me all over, tearing my clothes off in their haste, eager for the sweet release that only I could grant. As for me, I almost cried when I saw those donkey dongs again, the twin poles pulsing with unquenchable power, cum already dripping down to seed me once again, plow those fertile fields with the juice of life.

  “Please,” I gasped as they bent me over. “Now, now, now.”

  And the warriors answered. Colt pushed into me from behind, his dong literally lifting me up in the air, my cunny jolted up with the massive size, squeezing him, clenching with pleasure.

  At the same time, Cain pushed into my mouth, that hot length so tasty, so needed, so delicious that I moaned my ecstasy, stretched tight both ways. I loved it all. I loved the double-stuff, realized I needed it, always, forever, it completed me, made me a whole woman.

  With cries of release, the three of us orgasmed, man cream spilling everywhere as I juiced them, my mouth and cunny like motorized pumps, squeezing them of everything they had, taking DNA like it was ambrosia of the gods.

  And that’s how we came to be where we are today. Maddy was born, both daddies in the hospital room when she gave her first cry, her thatch of black hair and blue eyes just like Colt and Cain.

  Remarkably, things fell into place after that, almost like magic. We live together now, the three of us with our daughter, in off-campus housing, a small house with a garden. Maddy’s in university daycare as I speed through my degree. State’s got an awesome fine arts program and I’m thoroughly enjoying being a full-time student in addition to my duties as mom.

  But best of all, everything worked out because our little family is going strong, despite everything that’s happened. The hubbub was horrendous at first when news of our relationship came to light. My brothers wouldn’t say much, their faces tight each night after practice, but I knew that coaches, trainers, recruiters, everyone was telling them how wrong it was, trying to convince them to ditch me by the wayside.

  But Colt and Cain wouldn’t. And after a while, the hullaballoo died down, most people forgetting that we were steps to begin with. So we spend our days together now, an idyllic reverie of studying, practice, lovemaking, homework, classes and more lovemaking.

  Plus, Colt and Cain have promised to sign with the same team, no matter how high the offers are, no matter how many zeroes are on the contracts. We’ll be together as they pursue pro football careers … and beyond.

  “Karlie, always,” said Cain, his eyes direct, taking my hand in his. I still remember the roller-coaster feeling, the dizzying love I felt as my brothers spoke their commitment.

  “Forever,” pledged Colt, taking my other hand. And he slid a giant diamond onto my finger, a sign of their emotions, their bodies, their everything.

  So what can a girl do? I nodded happily as I smiled, thinking of everything that had gone down. There had been good and bad, but my feeling of contentment overrode the scary times, the turbulent waters. Because you know what? It was okay. I no longer danced at the Donkey, but life was so much more now. I had my steps … my very own Double Donkeys.

  THE END

  DOUBLE HUGE

  A Twin Stepbrother Romance

  (Erotic Romance, PI, Ménage, Double Vaginal)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

  A SNEAK PEEK

  I felt like I owed them, these generous, giving men.

  “Saxon, Stryke,” I whispered. “I want to do something for you.”

  “Hmm?” asked Stryke, distracted. He was stroking my breast, watching with fascination as my nips hardened under my t-shirt, listening with only one ear.

  “I want to do a double vaginal penetration,” I whispered shyly. “Both of you in my pussy at once.”

  That got their attention, blue eyes snapping towards me.

  “Melanie, are you sure?”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Melanie

  I looked at the tuition bill in shock. Forty-si
x thousand dollars for one measly year of school? I couldn’t believe it … and I couldn’t afford it.

  I know I’m lucky in a way. I attend Trinity University, an elite private school in Virginia that has strong academics, an amazing athletic program, and a storied past combining the best of Southern tradition with Northern innovation and learning. It’s not that we’re Confederate flag-toting rednecks or anything, but a lot of kids here have famous last names, and in Virginia, a last name still means something.

  Unfortunately I don’t have a prominent last name and forty-six thousand in tuition was pretty much impossible. My mom divorced my dad when I was just a baby and we never saw that loser again. She scrimped and saved to raise me and did a good job, truth be told. Mom’s a pediatric nurse at the local hospital and she always made sure I had an excellent education and lots of extracurriculars. As a child, I never felt like we needed money.

  A couple months ago, Mom married Sam Jones, a doctor at the hospital she works at. I guess they’d been co-workers for years, and had finally decided to come clean with the romance.

  “Melly, aren’t you happy for me?” she asked.

  “I am, Mom, I am,” I reassured her, my smile genuine and unforced. And I was happy for her. Years of working night shifts had prematurely aged my mom, and there were creases and lines around her eyes and mouth that deepened every year. Plus, she labored so hard that I hoped the marriage would give her a sense of security and happiness, lifting her spirits and letting her enjoy life a little more.

  And Dr. Jones (I mean Sam) was nice. He was an older guy, divorced with two kids of his own around my age. I’d only met Saxon and Stryke once before, when they were in town visiting. Usually, they lived in California with their mom so our parents had organized a special dinner for us to get acquainted before the wedding.

  I still remembered it … unfortunately. My mom had forced me to wear a skirt she bought which was way too short. Most moms are trying to make sure their daughters aren’t dressing like whores, but mine’s the opposite. Noreen thinks I need to be more lively, maybe get out more, so she’d bought this little pink number which would have been cute had it not ended right below my butt cheeks.