Forbidden: A Romance Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  I’m glad I used my dad’s card for the biggest room, the shower is big enough for an orgy, and I laugh at my thoughts when Oliver slides in behind us. Even with the water raining down on us, nothing was going to wash away our sins. “I'm surprised you can keep up, Teach,” Taylor quips as Oliver sets about washing our bodies. Grinning wickedly, he looks from Taylor to me and back, “Keep on, and I’ll have to find something to fill that smart mouth.”

  It's as if a fire was lit under us all, quickly rising off and climbing out, none of us bother to dry completely. Crashing his lips to Taylor's, Oliver pushes him towards the bedroom as I follow. Their tongues are at war for dominance, each one biting and devouring the other. Sitting on the bed, I watch as Oliver pushes Taylor to his knees, "Open." Taylor doesn't stop there. He looks over to me as if he needs permission. I nod at him, eager to watch them. Wrapping his lips around Oliver's dick, he sucks and laps at him until Oliver moans the words, "Fuck. Just like that." Gasping, I push two fingers inside of my wet pussy as Taylor presses against Oliver's taint. They notice what I'm doing and stalk over to me. "Teach, I think our girl needs another orgasm," Taylor says as he drops to his knees in front of me. I can't hear what Oliver says. The only thing I can hear is the beating of my heart as Taylor laps at my juices and plunges his fingers inside of my pussy.

  I lie back on the bed, I can feel every swipe of his tongue, and every thrust of his fingers. It's more than I can take, knowing that Oliver is watching us. I ride my orgasm until the end, sleep threatening to pull me under. I feel the bed shift as they climb in on either side of me. Their bodies close enough to touch. I listen to the sounds of their collective breathing as I fall asleep. I have to meet my dad in the hotel lobby in order to get brunch. It's not something I look forward to. His new wife is barely a few years older than I am, and her judgment is harsh on how I should act. It's as if she wasn't a homewrecker herself.

  The shrill sound of Oliver's phone wakes us up, the morning shining through the curtains blinding us in the process. "I'm on the way," he answers, looking for his clothes. I turn over and look at the clock to see how much time I have before I need to leave when I notice I'm late. "Oh, shit," I screech as I pull on my yoga pants and a teeshirt that says, fuck 'em. My dad is going to be pissed, but I don't dress up unless it's required. Laying in bed, Taylor looks at us, running around while he makes no effort to get up. Throwing a pillow at him, I smile, "Come on. You can come with me to this breakfast thing."

  Groaning, he rolls out of bed and pulls on his clothes from the night before. It reminds me of how willing he was to come to get me and how they showed up together. They'll have to explain that one to me later. Oliver is near the door when he explains, "I have a thing to get to. I'll be back in a couple of hours." Shooing him out, I grab my bag, and we follow him out.

  Chapter Eleven

  Taylor

  I wish I had known where we were going now, I think to myself as the cab driver parks in front of a luxury hotel and country club. I look at Jasmine's shirt and laugh at the expression on the valet's face. He isn't used to a girl like her, and truthfully I'm not either. There's a woman making her way over to us before we even walk in. Jasmine isn't pleased to see her that much is obvious.

  "Jasmine! What in the world are you wearing?" the woman whisper yells, trying her best to keep a smile on her face as older couples watch us. Grabbing my hand, Jasmine looks back at her with confusion, "Pretty sure it's called clothes. I could be wrong, though." Trying no to laugh, I squeeze her hand.

  Rolling her eyes, the woman practically drags Jasmine towards the back of the room, "We don't have time for you to change, let's hope they understand your humor. Let's go. Your dad is waiting for you."

  We follow her towards the patio, and I can see a group of men and women in their best while we are in casual clothes. My eyes nearly pop from their sockets when I see Oliver sitting next to a woman who introduces herself as his fiance. Jasmine doesn't say a word, and she doesn't have to, her disapproval written on her face. Oliver can explain later, right now wasn't the time. I'm not sure why Jasmine needed to be here, considering her dad never even told her hello. As soon as the last plate is cleared, both of us stand ready to leave.

  “Jas,” her dad calls, “I would like for you to meet Julia. She’s one of our newest receptionists at the office.”

  Jasmine takes a moment to size her up before she speaks, "Funny, the last person in that position that I was introduced to, you were fucking." Julia doesn't speak as the woman from earlier screeches, "You little whore! How dare you say such a thing? Unlike you, not everyone sleeps with married men." Oliver is staring at his fiance, and I'm trying to figure out what's going on. Grabbing a drink from the man walking by, I down the glass of water watching everything unfold. I have no reason to step in unless someone messes with Jasmine, but I have a feeling she can hold her own. "Julia?" Oliver questions, his face not showing any emotion. The woman named Julia looks from Oliver to Jasmine's dad, answering more without words than if she had come clean. I'm more concerned about the married man that our girl slept with than anything else, however. I know she has a past, all of us do, I just wonder if hers is going to interfere with us.

  Jasmine’s dad turns to his daughter, disapproval on his face, “I think it’s time for you to go. Take your friend with you." He doesn't tell her he loves her or to be safe, none of the things my parents would. Instead, he chooses to leave with his wife and her constant yelling. I wait as Oliver finishes his whispered conversation with Julia and turns to us, "Taylor, you can drive. Let's go, and I'll fill you in on a few things."

  Placing the empty glass on the table behind me, I grab Jasmine's hand and follow behind them. She's pissed, and rightfully so if Oliver is engaged, but I think we are missing part of the picture. Closing the door, I watch them in the rearview mirror, Jasmine is tucked into Oliver's arms. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, she speaks just above a whisper, "You need to explain now because I won't be the other woman again. I won't be the second choice for someone else."

  Someone else, she won’t be the other woman, again. Fuck. I can hear Oliver reassuring her, explaining how he and Julia weren’t together anymore. They hadn’t been happy for a while. Pulling into the hotel parking lot, I toss the keys to the valet as I follow them inside. I watch as Oliver slowly wraps her in his arms, showing our girl that she’s just that ours, she isn't second anything. Sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, I watch them undress as I pull my cock out of my jeans. Blood rushes to my dick with each kiss, each fucking content sigh coming from her gorgeous lips. Oliver turns her head to the side to look at me, "Watch him, baby, look at what you turn us into."

  I'm mesmerized by the way their bodies work together to reach their orgasm, chuckling to myself when Oliver shudders, "What's wrong, Teach? Is that heart giving out on you?" Standing up, I shed my clothes and join them. I drop to my knees behind Oliver and palm his ass as he thrusts into her, bitting his cheek, I push against his taint with my finger, "Tell me Teach, have you ever been fucked here?" The way his ass tightens tells me he hasn't, and that's okay. We can save that for another day. "Roll over, Teach. Let our girl get on top for a bit, I need her too." Oliver understands what I mean and does as I ask, spreading her ass cheeks for me once shes seated on him. "Suck on them," I command her, placing my fingers at her mouth. Wrapping my fingers with her lips, she massages them with her tongue, an action I'll want on my cock later. Pushing against her taint with my fingers, I slowly fuck her ass with them as she chases her orgasm. Our girl is loud, barely able to stop herself from screaming at the pleasure. "Tell me, Jasmine, do you like when he fucks you? Do you like it when he fucks what's mine?" I question as I add another digit, stretching her for my cock.

  Stepping to the side of the bed, I shove my dick into Oliver's waiting mouth needing the lubrication his saliva gives. I take my place behind her on the mattress and gently stroke her back as I begin to push inside of her tight hole. Oliver reaches around and holds her
cheeks as wide as he can to make room for me as Jasmine rubs at her clit. Once I'm entirely inside of her, I feel him move against the thin barrier of flesh. We slowly rock back and forth, finding our rhythm. It's euphoric, and it feels as if it should have always been the three of us. Groaning, Oliver releases inside of her, causing me to fill her ass with my come. Jasmine rides the high of our joint release and chants our names. My cock softens, and I slowly pull out, not wanting to hurt her. I grab a washcloth and clean our mess. Jasmine chooses that moment to laugh hysterically. Confusion at her laughter, both Oliver and I look at her until she stops. "Oh god, did I really just out my dad as a cheater, again?" Shrugging, I lay on the bed next to her, "I guess so." Lying on the other side, Oliver reaches over and takes her hand in his, "What now? I mean, I obviously can't be your teacher anymore, either of yours, not now that I've had my dick in some part of you both."

  Thinking, I say what we all want to hear, "We have a month left of school. After that, then what does it matter? We'll still be together." Nodding, Jasmine agrees as Oliver reaches for his phone and sends an email. It's odd, but at least it's not post-sex social media. Throwing his phone on the floor, Oliver reaches for my hand too, "I just quit. Now, one of you suck my dick."

  Grinning at me, Jasmine climbs on top of me and places my hardening cock at her entrance as she leans over to wrap her lips around his cock. This girl is perfect.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jasmine

  My mom doesn’t ask questions when she sees me with both Oliver and Taylor at my side on graduation day. Thankfully she’s more accepting of our relationship than I thought she would be. As long as I’m happy, she said. It probably helps that neither of them is married.

  The three of us fuck like rabbits, but our relationship is more than that. It's thrilling and loving without the jealousy one would expect. I'm glad my therapist recommended the IUD for me; otherwise, there would be a little version of one of us running around. I smile at the thought of us having children later in life. It's one thing I've always wanted, a happy family. The school didn't take Oliver's resignation well, and they didn't understand why it was so sudden, none of us explained why to them. I think he's happier without it though, he didn't want to teach anyway from what he said. Oliver is starting his own photography business, and we will all three be traveling across the world for a year.

  Leaning closer to Taylor’s ear, I whisper, “You know, everything I tried to wear with this was showing through. I couldn’t even wear panties with it.” Groaning, he grinds his cock into my ass as our eyes search for Oliver. Winking at him, I motion for him to check his pocket. Pulling the tiny scrap of fabric from her pocket, he looks from it to us. He wastes no time pulling his phone out and sending a message to Taylor. Laughing, he shows me what was said, “I’m fucking your ass tonight. Taylor can have your pussy.” Our names are called from the stage, our diplomas ready to be handed over. Oliver and my mom cheer the loudest when we walk off the stage, now not tied to anything that could land Oliver in jail.

  Epilogue

  Oliver

  We have been together for five years now, the three of us, now soon to be four. Jasmine told us last week that she is pregnant, something we have been trying to achieve for months. Neither Taylor or I want to know the biological father; instead, we agreed that we are both equal parts of our child. Walking up and down the beach, I wait for them to get here. It's a special night for us, and tonight I plan to propose to both of them. I looked up the laws on polygamy, and in certain states and countries, it's okay.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I watch as the two figures come closer. I don't waste time. Instead, I drop to my knee the moment the step in front of me, "Jasmine, Taylor, marry me." It's not a question. I'm not asking for them to say yes, I'm telling them. Crashing her lips to mine, Jasmine knocks me over, and Taylor settles on top of her. I don't need to hear them say yes, I already know they're mine. "Come on, Jasmine, let him up. We aren't fucking him in the sand," Taylor jokes when she reaches for my belt. Our girl is horny all the time, and I'd say it was the pregnancy, but that's a lie. She told us about her sex addiction years ago, and we try to keep up with her, but even we have to rest sometimes. Pulling me to my feet, Taylor leans close to me, "Tonight, I'm taking your ass. It's about time I owned that too."

  Acknowledgments

  To my husband, thank you for understanding all the things I needed to do just to get back here today. It’s been a long year, but I’m finally where I want to be as an author.

  To Cassie, my milkshake, you have quickly become one of my best friends. I don’t think there’s anything you don’t know about me, and yet you stick around. In my yard. Thank you for listening to me rant, offer advice, and be there when I needed you.

  To Megan, thank you for sprinting with me, even though most days we failed. It was the push I needed to write.

  To my betas, Ari, Tania, and Faith, I would say thanks to you all, but it wouldn’t be enough. You three are everything. Thank you for letting me tease you as I wrote this story.

  To Brittany, my Hufflepuff, I don’t know why you put up with me. I really don’t. Just know I won’t ever let you leave me.

  About Michelle Brown

  Michelle writes in multiple genres such as Mafia Romance, Dark Romance, Horror Fiction, and many more. She lives in a small town located in North Carolina, USA. A wife and mother, she writes stories that will break your heart only to put it back together again, just a bit bloodier. Michelle also co-writes with a close friend under the pen name Ally Michelle.

  Website: http://bit.ly/MBrownWebsite

  Author Page: http://bit.ly/MBrownFB

  Newsletter: http://bit.ly/MBrownNewsletter

  All We Know

  J. M. Walker

  Blurb

  She’s older, beautiful, and perfect on her knees…

  Every time my best friend invites me over, I can’t resist. Because then I get to see her.

  Lynne is a walking wet dream.

  Curves, long legs, and a smile that would bring the most dominating man to his knees.

  Even though she’s much older than I am, there’s something about her that I crave.

  Her innocence, her strength but most of all, her submission.

  The only problem is, she’s my best friend’s mom.

  Chapter One

  Lynne

  Having a kid at the age of fifteen years old was frowned upon. In most countries anyway. And especially in the United States of America. But when the cute boy next door asks you out on a date, you say yes. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, that tiny little stick came back positive. It might as well have screamed at me, saying, You. Are. Pregnant! And you’re only fifteen years old! How could you?

  But it takes two. Right? Or that was what I was told anyway. My boyfriend at the time, had other ideas.

  We used protection. It’s not foolproof.

  Did you poke holes in the condom? Yeah, because that was my thing.

  You trapped me. That’s why you did this. Isn’t it? Yup, you caught me.

  But even after all of those hateful words, Randy Lindt was still the one. Even after I heard that he was sleeping with everyone. Including my best friend at the time. Although, I wasn’t sure much sleeping was involved.

  Bottom line was, he broke my heart, but I did get a beautiful baby boy out of it. As painful as it was at the time, I wouldn’t change it for anything.

  “Mom.”

  I looked up from my spot at the kitchen table, finding my son, James, and his best friend, Gabe, standing at the entranceway to the dining room.

  I smiled, leaning back in the chair. My heart stuttered at seeing Gabe. It had been ongoing for the past few months. These new feelings. The stares that lingered a little longer than what was deemed necessary or the light flirting between us. But it had never amounted to more. For whatever reason, my body reacted to him in ways that were frowned upon. He was thirteen years younger than me.

  C
learing my throat, my smile widened. “Hey guys.”

  James came over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “You were daydreaming again.”

  A laugh escaped me. “Hardly.” I tapped his hand. “What are you guys up to?”

  James released me and sat at the chair beside me.

  Gabe took that moment to join us, sitting on the other side of the table. I noticed how his dark eyes lingered on me. They slid over my skin, sending a wave of heat rushing through me. It was as if they were touching me themselves. The tiny hairs on my body tingled under his scrutiny.

  I shifted in my seat, the back of my neck heating under his intense stare.

  The corner of his mouth twitched. “I told him to get some studying in, but he wants to wait until right before school starts.”

  James rolled his eyes. “Thanks for ratting me out, fucker.”

  “Language,” I scolded my son.

  “Sorry,” he muttered.

  “But some studying wouldn’t hurt,” I added. He had barely made it out of this year of college without having to take some summer courses. My son was the type to party his way through school. Couldn’t say I blamed him too much though. His dad and I had put him through hell over the years.

  James’s face softened. He reached up, rubbing his thumb along the crease between my brows. “Stop worrying so much. I’ll be okay.”

  “I’m fine.” I rose from the table and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of wine. It had been an anniversary gift from my parents when they came back from South Africa a year ago. A month later Randy handed me divorce papers. I really should have divorced him long ago but stayed with him for our son instead. Little did I know that my son had wanted me to leave him ever since he was a kid. For someone who was only twenty-one, he was highly intuitive. And he knew me well. He knew I wasn’t happy with his dad, but I wanted to try everything I could to make it right with him.