I deal the cards and then look at my hand with my pulse racing. I have nothing.
“Time to bet,” Jax says as he looks at me with excitement in his eyes. I toss his pair of socks onto the table and then sit a little straighter in my seat as the two men get up to place their bets.
Their cocks are rock hard under the thin material and I can’t stop staring. My pussy is aching and throbbing with need.
Each of them have wet spots at the tip of their long cocks and my mouth waters when I realize they already have cum leaking out of them.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper under my breath as they both grab a hold of their boxer briefs.
They slide them down their muscular thighs at the same time, and their hard dicks come springing out.
My hands start trembling in my lap as I stare at them. They’re both hard and ready to fuck something.
Jax’s long beautiful dick has little beads of cum dripping out, and Jack is already groaning as he strokes his length. I watch in fascination and with a deep longing as his strong hand slides up and down his thick shaft.
“I think she likes the look of you jacking off that big cock, brother,” Jax says with a grin. “She can’t take her eyes off it.”
Jack grins as he watches me watching him. “Do you think she might want to wrap those sweet pink lips around it and suck me off?”
Jax swallows hard. “I hope so. And I hope she doesn’t mind me burying my face in her juicy cunt while she puts that cock in her mouth.”
Their dirty crude comments shake me and make my whole body tingle with excitement. I’ve never been in a situation like this before. I’m a nineteen-year-old virgin. I’ve never had sex.
I’ve never even seen a cock up this close before, let alone two.
But you’d think I was a dirty slut with all of the filthy thoughts racing through my head. I want to do what they’re saying. I want to wrap my lips around Jack’s thick dick and feel him stretch my mouth out while Jax spreads my legs and digs his tongue deep into my pussy.
My cheeks are burning. This is so not like me.
I can barely breathe when they finally sit down. The table hides their cocks, but I can still see their big flexed arms moving up and down as they stroke themselves.
I try to shake the dirty thoughts from my mind and get back to the game.
Jax needs two cards and Jack needs four. I take four as well, hoping that I get something good. I want their boxer briefs on my side of the table and not back on them, covering up those beautiful hard cocks.
I hold my breath as I turn my new cards over and look at them. A pair of Jacks. It’s all I have, but hopefully, it’s enough.
Jack shows a pair of twos and my heart does a little flip when Jax shows his Ace high. It takes a second to dawn on me, but then I’m grinning as I pull the underwear toward me. I won!
“Looks like our girl got all of the luck today,” Jax says as he strokes his dick.
I definitely feel lucky. These sexy men are putting on quite the show for me and my body is reacting in a big way.
“What should we do with her now?” Jack asks the man he keeps calling brother.
My body tingles as I wait for his answer.
“I say we steal her away, put her in our private jet, and take her back to New York with us.”
Jack narrows his hungry eyes on me and grins as he considers it. “We can lock her in our penthouse suite and taste that tight little pussy whenever we want.”
“Mmmm,” Jax moans. “I like the way you think, brother. We can mark her juicy teenage cunt every morning before work. Imagine spending every day with her sweet sticky pussy juice coating our cocks? It would be heaven.”
They’re stroking their big cocks and talking about me like I’m not even sitting right in front of them. Normally, I’d hate that, but my pussy is throbbing. It’s begging me for some relief. I clench my thighs together and lean forward a touch as I listen closely to what they’re saying.
“Let’s take her then. Once we claim that ripe cunt with our raw cocks, this girl will be ours. Everyone in New York will know that she belongs to Jack and Jax.”
New York? This is crazy…
But they look serious.
I can’t go to New York. I have a plane ticket leaving for Tulsa tomorrow morning.
My mind is telling me to leave the room, but my body is urging me to go with them.
“Call Ramirez,” Jax says to his friend. “Tell him to get the jet ready. And tell him we’ll have an additional passenger.”
I jump to my feet and their eyes dart up to mine. My hands are shaking. I can barely breathe. My pussy is aching and throbbing as my mind swirls.
They just stare at me, still stroking their long cocks as I stand there, torn apart from the inside out.
I want to go with them. I want to be theirs. I want them to make me theirs.
But I’m just a young girl from Oklahoma. I don’t belong in New York. I don’t belong with two rich gorgeous real estate moguls.
People in my family don’t get their dreams fulfilled. People in my family work in hardware stores.
“I’m not interested in…”
I can’t even finish the sentence. My raspy voice gives out.
Jack narrows his heated eyes on me. “Not interested in what?”
“Two guys. At the same time.”
They look at each other and I just bolt. I run to the door and slam my fists on it as I scream for someone to open up. I need this door open while my resolve is held in check. Before my body takes over and sends me back to them.
The lock clicks open and the large security guard opens the door. I rush past him as disappointment and regret clutches at my core.
I fly down the stairs and past the pounding waterfall as hot tears start to prickle my eyes. I run over the bridge and down the hall, not caring that everyone is watching me. Not caring that I’m making a scene.
I run out of the Casino and down the strip. I run and run and run, wishing I wasn’t so scared all of the time, wishing my life was destined for more than just my father’s hardware store, wishing I was on a private jet right now.
I don’t stop until I’m back in my grimy motel room with the stained carpet and unmade bed.
Where I’m destined to be.
Chapter Four
Jax
Jack trips over as he tries to yank his pants on. I don’t even care. I don’t stop to cover myself.
The second that Mila bangs on the door, I’m out of my seat and rushing over. I’m buck naked and my big dick is hard and flopping everywhere, but I don’t care. Nothing is going to stop me from keeping this girl.
That big lughead of a security guard opens the damn door and our little mouse scurries out of our trap.
She races through the Casino and I slide to a stop in front of the open door. People turn and start snickering when they see me naked. An image of me running after her and getting tackled by security plays through my mind and I step to the side where no one can see me. I have to be smarter than that. I’ll be spending the night in jail instead of inside Mila’s soft cunt if I’m too reckless.
Jack tosses me my pants and I quickly put them on. He’s buttoning his shirt as he walks over barefoot. He takes a quick peek outside our private room and then turns to the giant at the door.
“What did we say?”
Oh shit.
That vein is pulsing in his neck. He’s always been the hothead of the two of us.
I’m the brains who finds and negotiates the real estate deals and Jack is the muscle who makes sure that no one screws us over.
We started from nothing, but quickly grew a vast fortune and a fierce reputation in the competitive New York real estate market as two rising stars that weren’t to be fucked with. Jack made sure of that when he took care of a contractor who was trying to rip us off. All it took was a pissed off Jack and a staple-gun and our reputation was set.
The security guard’s eyes widen to the size of poker chips as Ja
“What the fuck did we say?” His voice is all snarls and growls. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this worked up, even after the local mob boss in Queens tried to push us out of a real estate deal. Poor Lorenzo Alberici still can’t open his right eye.
“What the fuck did we tell you?”
“To keep the d-door…” The giant stutters and can’t seem to get out a clear sentence with Jack’s hand wrapped around his neck. “…locked.”
“So why the fuck did you open it?”
I hurry over and put my hand on my brother’s flexed forearm before he does something that he’s going to regret. “Let him go, Jack. It’s okay. We’ll find her.”
His huge chest is rising and falling rapidly as he glares up at the much bigger man. I know the turmoil he’s feeling. I’m feeling the same thing.
I’ve always been able to control the rage inside a little better than Jack, and I’m usually able to talk him down when I need to. Usually. It seems like Mila has thrown a wrench into our usually.
Nothing is going to be the same anymore. We were both watching the people below from the VIP section when suddenly she walked into our lives.
It was as if an all-powerful force suddenly gripped our souls and clenched them until we couldn’t breathe. We looked at each other and we both knew the other was feeling the same thing.
This was the girl we’ve been looking for. This was the girl who was going to be ours.
My father split while my mother was still pregnant with me and I’ve never met the bastard. I didn’t have the easiest childhood. My mother’s head wasn’t screwed on right and by the time I was eight-years-old, they had carted her off for good. She took her life a few years later and by that time, I had been cycled through over a dozen foster homes. Each one seemed to be worse than the last.
Somewhere in there, I met Jack. His parents were even more fucked up than mine and he was in and out of the system too. After living together through a year of hell in one of the foster homes, we became inseparable. We became each other’s family. The brother we always wanted, but never had. No one loved us, but it was okay because we loved each other.
We were fourteen when we decided to slip out of the system and make it on our own. At first, we began to do petty thefts to survive. Wallets, watches, food, shit like that. By sixteen we had moved onto cars. We had stolen four before the cops busted us.
Two years in juvie and we realized we needed to change our way of life. We needed something legit and we needed something with the potential for big money.
We worked our asses off as dishwashers in restaurants, delivering newspapers, busing tables—you name a shitty job and we did it. We saved up every last penny until we had enough for a downpayment on a shitty rundown duplex that we fixed up ourselves and rented out. That was the beginning of our empire and since then we’ve turned it into a portfolio of one point two billion in real estate holdings.
And now we’re about to lose it all over a girl.
“You’re going to kill him!” I say as I wrench Jack’s flexed arm away. He reluctantly lets go of the giant security guard and the big guy falls to the floor, holding his neck and gasping for air.
Jack storms off and paces around the room like a feral animal. His body is tight, his fists are clenched, and he’s cursing under his breath.
The guard looks up at me and I narrow my eyes on him. “Out.”
He gets to his feet and I grab his big arm before he flies out the door. “The next time we tell you to keep a door locked, you keep it locked.”
He nods with a terrified look on his face. I reach into my pocket and pull out a couple of hundred dollar bills. When Jack isn’t looking, I stuff them into the inside pocket of the guard’s jacket and let him go. That should keep him quiet.
We don’t need the hotel giving us trouble for assaulting one of their employees or the cops dragging us down to the station to answer questions. We need all of our focus on finding this girl.
Our girl.
Our entire lives, Jack and I shared everything. What was mine was his and what was his was mine. Always.
When you’ve only ever had one person to love and rely on your entire life, you get an unshakeable bond. We call each other brother, but we’re closer than brothers.
Our bond is too tight to be broken up by women. Getting married and going our separate ways is not for us. We’ve never been like everyone else and we don’t expect anyone to understand, but that’s the way we’ve always wanted it. It’s the way we knew it was meant to be.
One girl for the two of us and when we saw Mila help that old man down that bridge, we knew who it was going to be.
Jack is still pacing around, getting increasingly agitated. If I don’t do something soon, he’s going to bust the place up. I pull out my phone and look for a contact.
“What are we going to do now?” he hisses. “We lost her!”
“We’ll find her,” I promise. I’m speaking to him like I’m completely confident, but my heart is pounding and my palm is leaving streaks of sweat on the phone screen.
I find my contact at the credit card company and call him up. Hopefully, Mila used a card to check in. If she used cash, I don’t know what we’re going to do. Probably kick down every door in Vegas until we find her.
“Wayne,” I bark when he answers. “I need you to run a name. Mila Price.”
* * *
It’s nearly two hours later when we’re in front of Mila’s motel room. If you can call it that.
This place is a real shithole and it’s making my hands clench to think that our beautiful girl is in a disgusting place like this. She only deserves the best, and once we get our hands on her again, she’ll get it for the rest of her life.
I can tell that Jack is thinking the same thing. His face is all pale and sweaty as he looks around. We know the type of no-good lowlives that hang around in places like this. We grew up amongst them and it kills us to think that Mila is anywhere near them.
“I don’t like this,” he growls as a guy in a hoodie walks across the parking lot.
“I don’t like it either, but we can’t come on too strong with this girl. You saw how frightened she was back there. We scared her off.”
“I still don’t see why we can’t just take her and bring her with us. We both know it’s going to be the best for her in the end. She’ll see it soon enough.”
“I know, but fuck, Jack. We don’t live in caves here. There’s such a thing called civilization and prisons. We can’t just take women against their will. Unfortunately, we’re not cavemen.”
I put a hand on his chest to try and calm him. His heart is hammering against my palm. There’s no calming him. There’s no calming me either, but I know I have to be strong for both of them. For Mila and for Jack if this is going to work.
“Let me just talk to her,” I say as I step up to the door.
“Fine,” he mutters. “But if she doesn’t come, I’m doing it my way.”
I take a deep breath and knock on the door. There’s no answer.
The poor little mouse is probably terrified in there.
“It’s us,” I say to her. “Open the door. Everything is going to be okay.”
We both have our ears to the cheap pressed wood and we can hear the soft pitter-patter of her feet approaching. She still doesn’t say a word.
“You’re coming with us!” Jack shouts.
I shake my head as I turn to him with a what-the-fuck look. I know he means well. It’s unsafe here and all he wants is to get her where we can protect her and give her everything she desires, but it’s coming out all wrong. Jack has always been better at communicating with his fists rather than his words.
“We have a nice penthouse suite at the Khan hotel,” I quickly add before she escapes through the back window. “We’d like you to stay with us. You can have your own bed.”
“Like hell she can,” Jack mutters. I punch his arm hard as I give him a fierce warning look.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss at him.
“I don’t know what you have planned,” she finally says in a scared little voice. “But I’m not interested in that.”
“Interested in what?” I ask.
She hesitates. “Two guys. At the same… time.”
We both know that she might be saying that now, but once she sees how well we’ll treat her, she won’t ever think that again. She belongs between us and we won’t quit until that’s where she is.
And we both know that deep down she wants it even if she refuses to admit it. We saw how she was staring at our hard cocks with those hungry green eyes. Her sexy lips parted and her skin flushed. We could practically feel the lust and desire radiating off her.
“You can’t stay here,” I tell her. “It’s not safe.”
“I’m not opening the door.”
Jack doesn’t like that and he immediately starts pacing angrily.
I quickly pull out my phone to try another approach. I dial up our accountant. It’s the middle of the night, but he’ll still answer. We’ve made this man enough money that he’ll always answer.
“Hello?”
“Mitch. It’s Jax. I need you to buy a motel. Right now. It doesn’t matter the price.”
“What’s the name?”
“The Sunken Gambler Motel.” I give him the address and he hangs up. A long ten minutes later, he calls back and tells me that it’s ours. He looked up the owner, called him up, offered him five times the value, and wired the money over. It belongs to us now.
I step back up to the door and pound my fist on it.
“Go away!” Mila shouts from the other side.
“We’re kicking you out of the room.”
Jack grins as he listens.
“You can’t do that. I paid for it!”
“This is our motel now. We own it. You’re on our property and we want you out.”
“But I have nowhere to go.”
“Yes, you do.”
She’s quiet for a moment.
“If you don’t exit the motel, my brother Jack here will kick the door down and carry you out.”
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