BUY ME (10 page)

“You tricked me and manipulated me to get what you wanted from me,” I say, turning to stare at them. They don’t even look guilty about it.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” they say in unison.

I don’t even know how to respond to that. Part of me wants to smack them both, and the other part wants to jump around with joy and to tell them I love them too. I knew if they ever got their hands on me that I would fall for them instantly. That's why I pushed them away at first.

“Is what we did sneaky? Yeah. But you didn't give us a choice. You wouldn't give us the time of day,” Justin says, pleading their case.

“That’s no excuse,” I throw back at them.

“You love us?” Aaron asks, drawing my eyes to his. I know what he's doing. Aaron is pretty direct about things. That’s likely a big part of why I’m standing here. He probably concocted the whole plan, and then Justin more than likely took off with it.

“That’s not the point I’m getting at.” He wants me to admit it because if I do, then this fight will be over. I’m theirs. Simple as that.

“Lucky, do you love us?” This time I see something flash across his eyes. He’s scared.

“Yes, you brutes!” I all but yell at them, not wanting them to have any doubt that I love them.

They both smile big, and I just roll my eyes.

“You love us because of who we are, how we go about things, and, baby, how we handle you,” Justin says.

He’s right. I love the way the three of us fit together. It works for us. Like we were built for each other.

“No more tricks,” I say, pointing between them, my resolve melting away.

Justin at least tries to look a little guilty, while Aaron just shakes his head.

“Can’t promise you that. There isn’t a card I won’t play, pull, or use to keep you with us.” He steps forward, lifting me under my arms so that I’m at eye level with him. “Not one thing. We’d burn down the world just to keep you.”

How can I fight with that? I can’t even find the words, so I just kiss him.

A
aron goes over
, picks Stella up, and takes her to the bed. I join him in stripping her out of her clothes, and then we start to remove ours.

I loom over her, looking down at her body and touching her belly. “I love you, Stella. All we ever wanted was to keep you forever. To make a family with you. To bind you to us.”

Aaron joins me and rubs his hand on her lower belly too. “I love you too, and we’ve been trying like crazy to make our seed stick so that you could give us a baby and never have to leave us. We want to marry you together and be a family. We want you round with our baby, tits dripping with milk, and always filled with cum.”

“How can you be sure I’m pregnant? I went to the doctor. He put in an IUD. There’s no way.”

“Anything is possible with enough money, Stella. The doctor just gave you a normal exam and made sure you were healthy enough to be bred. Did the exam hurt, or did it feel like he put anything inside you?”

Her face looks surprised, but not upset. “No.”

“We wanted you, and we’d do anything to have you. Now that you’re here, we are never letting go.”

Aaron leans down, kissing her belly, and I move to suckle her nipple. She moans at the touches, and I look at Aaron and nod my head.

“Let us make love to you together, Lucky. It’s time.”

She reaches out and touches both of us. “I love you both too. I’m ready.”

I look over at Aaron. “Get the lube.” Aaron moves to the side table, and tosses me the tube. Then he gets on the bed and lies down on his back. He pulls Stella on top of him. She straddles his hips, her legs spread wide as she exposes her ass to me.

We’ve been preparing her ass for the past month, but we haven’t both taken Lucky at the same time. We wanted to save it for a special moment, and this seems to be it. It’s the ideal way we’d like to fuck her so that Aaron and I are able to be inside her at the same time. Both of her tight holes clenching around us as we both stuff our cock inside her.

Stella looks down at Aaron, and I can see there’s a little fear on her face. He brushes her hair out of her eyes, and kisses her lips gently. “It’s okay, Lucky. Let us love you together. We’ll make it perfect for you. You trust us to take care of you, right, baby?”

She looks back at me and reaches up. I lean my cheek into her palm, and she nods her head, giving us her body in the last way possible. She’ll be ours completely now, and it feels so fucking perfect.

As she leans forward on top of Aaron, his cock juts up behind her. I reach down and lift her hips a little so his cock lines up with her pussy, and she slowly sinks down on him. I drizzle the lube on her asshole, and she shivers at the touch.

“Easy, baby. Just remember to relax and breathe. It’s just like when we use our fingers.”

I see her relax a little, and Aaron leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. That should help distract her a little. I use two fingers to rub in the lube and slick up her tight hole. I’ve finger fucked her asshole a few times, but it’s still beyond virgin tight. I knew since Aaron got her pussy first, her ass was mine. I’m glad we waited to get to it, because now I won’t cum in it in five seconds like I did her cunt.

I press the tip of my cock to her asshole, holding it there and lubing it up. I see the tight ring clench at the pressure, and my cock drips cum on her hole, begging for entry. “Relax, baby, and push back against me. Let me in.”

Stella rocks back a little, and I barely breach the tightness. Fuck, that sweet ass is going to fight me as I try to get inside. It’s going to strangle my cock, and I leak more cum, feeling it suck me in a little more with each rock.

After a little more pressure, I pop through her tight asshole, and we all breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s it, Lucky, open up for me. Push back on my dick and help me slide in while Aaron stays in your pussy.”

Stella moans, loving my filthy words. She may seem sweet and innocent, but between us, she’s our dirty girl. She pushes back farther, taking more of my cock in her ass. She fucks herself on both of our cocks, slowly begging to be filled. Taking her ass virginity is so good. She’s so tight and squeezes me so perfectly that even though she lets me get off in her at least three times a day, I don’t have the stamina to last with this feeling. “It’s so tight, baby. You feel so good.”

As she takes me all the way to the root, I hear Aaron moan at the same time I do. She’s fully seated on both of us, and leans back against my chest to take us even deeper. My hands go around to her tits, playing and pinching her nipples. Aaron and I just hold our cocks inside her, letting her young body adjust to us.

Aaron puts one hand on her belly and moves the other to her clit, rubbing small circles, making her clench on both of us. He rubs her with both hands, reminding her of how we’ve bred her this past month. I lean down and kiss her neck, and then move up to lick the shell of her ear. “Aaron is going to fill your pussy, and I’m going to fill your ass, love. Then we are going to give you a nice long bath and take turns so he can have your tight hole back here too. It’s only fair, right?”

She closes her eyes and nods her head as she starts to move up and down on us. Aaron and I begin to alternate thrusts, him going up as I pull slightly out.

“I want to be able to cum in your pussy too, Lucky. You know we have to keep it even. Each of us getting our share of cum in you.”

Aaron and I both move our hands down and I hold her pussy lips apart so he can rub her slick clit. I can feel our cocks drag against each other inside her, and knowing that we are both giving her what she needs is the best feeling in the world. I love knowing that we are both taking care of her, and that we are able to love her as one. We can be twice the man for her, because she deserves the best, and we are going to give her the best every day until the end of time.

As Aaron and I hold onto her, I nod at him, letting him know it’s time. I bite down on her shoulder as he pinches her clit, and we both thrust into her at the same time. She comes on a scream, shattering in our arms, and we both go over the edge with her. She gives us everything her body has been holding back, and I feel the love resonate between the three of us. We are finally one, and it’s absolutely the most perfect moment of my life.

I feel a small tear roll down her cheek, and I kiss it away, knowing exactly the emotions running through her right now.

A whisper sounds, “I love you,” and, though I don’t know which one of us said it, we all agree.

I
t’s been
five years since we first laid eyes on Lucky, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about that.

I look over at her and Justin playing in the pool with the twins. Our two little boys look exactly like their mother, but God help us, do they act like Justin and me. We are in for it in a few years. Stella is so pregnant, and I worry about her swimming, but she keeps saying that the water eases the pressure on her back. Her little body works hard to give us babies, so we try to make her as comfortable as possible.

We still own the casino, but work from home a lot. Thankfully, we only have to go in one or two days a week for some basic housekeeping. Otherwise we are here with our family.

After Stella agreed to be ours, we got married about a minute later. She was, in fact, pregnant before the thirty days were up, and Justin and I were all too pleased about it. I knew she was our lucky charm from the first moment I laid eyes on her.

We put her dad Frank in a rehab program while we had Lucky under contract, and after he got out things were okay for a little while. She ended up giving the farm to Tim, the foreman, and gave him enough money so he never had to worry about lean years again. She said she had plenty of money, and being married to two rich casino owners had its perks. I laughed, but hey, I’d keep her any way I could.

I think once Frank realized she’d sold the farm, he got depressed thinking about how he’d lost everything, and went back to drinking again. It took Stella a long time to see it, but in the end she realized he was too selfish to do anything for anyone but himself. We see him on occasion, but mostly he stays out of the picture.

It may be cold, but I always thought if he was willing to put his daughter's life on the line for an addiction, he wasn’t worth having around anyway. I thought maybe when we had grandkids it would change his mind, but sadly that didn’t do it either. Justin reaches out to him a lot, so maybe one day he’ll come around. As I look at Lucky and our babies, I really hope he does. He’s missing out on a fucking great life.

Don is beyond ecstatic we finally gave him the grandkids he’s been begging for, and he’s on his way over to grill out with us today. He’s probably got presents for them too, even though we keep telling him to stop buying them stuff. He says, “What’s the use of all this money if I can’t waste it on my babies?” The old man really is turning into a big marshmallow in his old age.

Stella, Justin and I are living the perfect life surrounded by people we love. I couldn’t have written a better story if I tried. Well, maybe I would have left out that Natasha bullshit, but that’s life, right? There’s always a little something you’ve got to get through when it turns out this good.

I smile to myself, thinking about Mandy and the mess we got her in back then.

“What’s so funny?” Stella asks, swimming over to the edge where I’m sitting.

“Nothing, baby. Just thinking about Mandy.”

She rolls her eyes and then laughs. “You two are the worst.”

I ignore her statement, get in the pool with her and swim us over to Justin and the boys. I smile and kiss her while rubbing her belly and thinking about how I’d have done the same thing to keep her, and still would.

Love is crazy, and so are the two of us when it comes to Stella.

R
age bubbles
inside me as I look at the imposing double doors of his office. They reach all the way to the high ceiling, and look like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On the other side is an arrogant asshole. If you push the doors open he is probably sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess he’s king of this building. Mr. Vanilla, as I like to call him just to piss him off, owns the place. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for my quick termination today, and I’m here to give him a piece of my mind.

No way am I going back to the shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the pay-by-the-week motel my older brother and I are staying at. We've been there for the past few months, but anything beat staying at the shelter. One week without a job, and it will force us back there. That’s not something I can handle.

“Is that asshole boss of yours in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at the desk in front of the double doors.

Jerking her head up, she looks at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a perfect-looking assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal-blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses, and a low-cut top. Very low cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.

I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde is a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye makes my eyes appear more purple than they really are. I can see her long legs under the desk, and shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stands up, I’m sure she’ll tower over my five three height. My black military-style lace-up boots give me no extra help in that department. She’s thin and I can tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am after all half naked. I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants and my boots. No way was I letting that dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for my uniform, and I have no plans of ever seeing his face again. He had the balls, after firing me, to suggest I drop to my knees and he’d pay for other services if I needed the money so bad. When I started to unbutton my top the little fucker thought he was getting what he wanted. All he got was my shirt and apron thrown at him. Well, and a black eye. I can still feel the sting on my knuckles from the punch. Oh, yeah, his eye is going to be a nice black and purple come morning. Growing up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean punch.

Seeing that my time has now become limited, I walk past her and push open both doors.

“Cindy I told you—” his words cut off when he looks up and sees me. Jaw clenching, nose flaring as he takes in my attire, or lack thereof. Today, like every day, he’s wearing a three-piece suit, which is the same grey as his eyes. He’s always so neatly put together. Even his stupid handsome face is all straight, perfect lines. Every time he came into the coffee shop I wanted to mess him up. I always want to run my fingers through his hair and give him that freshly fucked look. I thought about rubbing my lips across his neck, leaving a smudge of my lip gloss there so he didn’t look so perfect. The first time he came in, he gave me a half smile and ordered a plain black coffee. No cream or sugar. Not even a flavor. Seems that’s how he likes everything. Every day he would come in and get his coffee and engage me in a little bit of conversation. I looked forward to seeing him. He was different than the other suits. Most either treated me like I could be a quick fuck for them, or gave me a look of distaste.

Then one day he came in with a woman. I had my back to him, but I could hear them talking. Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, I could see the woman with him was beautiful. She was elegant in a way I can never imagine being. She said to him, “She looks out of place. I’m shocked they let her work here looking like that.” His only response was “I’m sure she would clean up nice if she actually tried.” It had been a long time since I’d been hurt by someone’s words and it pissed me off. So, that day, the games began. Gone were my sweet smiles and my excitement at seeing him. I know I look different. I like my pink and purple hair, my loud nail polish, and lip gloss. It’s me. I stopped trying to fit into other people’s molds when I left the foster system. I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone but me.

I tried to make his life hell whenever he came into the shop after that. Maybe if I was a big enough bitch he would stop coming. I am pissed that I let myself believe that he liked me.

Glancing around his office, it’s all so cold—glass and chrome. It makes goosebumps break out on my exposed skin. Everything in his office is perfectly in its place, just like him. I keep looking around, not wanting to meet his eyes yet.

“Well, Bray, I didn’t know you hired entertainment for the meeting,” says the man sitting across from Mr. Vanilla aka Bray. He never gave me his first name, but I kind of like it. Only after he pissed me off, and I started calling him Mr. Vanilla, did he tell me who he was. They’d poked fun at the way I looked, and I know it was childish of me, but I wanted to do the same to him. So when he asked me why I called him that, I told him “Because you couldn’t be more plain and boring if you tried.” That’s when he informed me he was Mr. Spencer. When I didn’t respond, he added, “Mr. Spencer as in Spencer Holding, the man who owns this whole goddamn building.” This still got nothing more from me than an eye roll. Like I gave a shit.

I look over at the other man, and he looks just as put together as Bray. That guy seems more laid back, with a smile playing at his lips. He’s attractive, but not as handsome as Bray. I’m starting to think no one is.

“I can be some entertainment for the right price, if that’s what you’re looking for. It turns out I’m in the market for a new job,” I say, shooting Mr. Vanilla a hard look before turning back to the other man and winking.

“Is that right? I’d be more than willing to help out a woman in need,” he says as he adjusts himself. I’m not a promiscuous girl. In fact, I’m a virgin. But I know how to use my body to get what I want. A little flirting can go a long way to getting things when you need them. I’m not holding on to my virginity, I just never had a reason or desire to give it up. I don’t think I ever felt attraction until I met Bray. Then he reminded me he’s just like the rest.

Glancing back over at Bray, I can see his mouth has fallen open in shock. When his eyes lock with mine his anger shines through. That’s a first. This might be the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him. I want to push it. I want him as mad as I am. He comes into my job and gets me fired. Well, I’ll come into his office and cause havoc. Maybe even mess up a business deal.

As I make my way towards the other man, I run my finger along one of the shelves that line the wall. One by one I start pushing things off the shelf with a soft shove. The trinkets hit the marble floor, their crashes ringing out in the room. Things break but I don’t skip a beat.

A loud female gasp behind me lets me know that Cindy is back.

“Security is on their way, Mr. Spencer,” she squeaks in that same voice as before. How he deals with that every day is a wonder. He doesn’t acknowledge her, he just keeps staring at me while I continue my assault on his shelves. When I reach the end, I turn and make my way over to the other man, stopping when I’m standing between his legs.

I make my intentions known by raising my eyebrows and looking down at him in his seat. When he pats his lap I straddle him.

“Want a taste?” I ask huskily. “You know, before you buy it.”

I glance back over at Bray who is now white-knuckling his glass desk. He looks to be gripping it so hard it could actually shatter under his grasp. Turning back to the guy I’m sitting on, I lean in to kiss him. I feel his breath hit my lips, but before he makes contact, I’m in the air. I feel myself fly off his lap and land behind Bray, who now faces his friend. I can tell he’s enraged without having to see his face. His fists are clenched at his sides and I can see him taking long hard breaths as if he just ran a marathon.

“Out, Smith,” he growls.

“It’s like that?” Smith asks.

“Yeah, it’s like that. I’ve known you a long time, and I really don’t want to come to blows with you.”

“I know. That’s what so intriguing about this. You’re jealous over a woman?”

Did he just say jealous? Yeah, right. So jealous he got me fired from my job so he didn’t have to see my face anymore.

“All right, I’ll see you at the charity event next month. You’re bringing Chelsea with you, right?”

I hate the shot of jealousy that pierces me when I hear he has a date with another woman.

“Probably. I always do. I’ll see you then.”

I hear Smith exit the room but can’t see him with Bray blocking my view. Scooting out from behind him, I move to get away from him a little bit. A jolt of desire fizzed through my body when he grabbed me. I didn’t think he wanted me, but now I’m not so sure. Is he pissed that I’m causing chaos in his office? Or is he pissed I straddled his friend?

“She’s the one, right there. Get her. Call the cops. I’m sure Mr. Spencer wants her arrested. Look what she did to his office!” Cindy cries out like she can’t fathom what has just happened.

Two hulking men make their way towards me and I stumble back, almost slipping over one of the ornaments I knocked off the shelf. That would have been some insta-karma right there.

“Do. Not. Touch. Her,” Bray growls again. Now that I think about it, everything he’s said since I came into his office has been a growl—so different from his normally calm, self-controlled voice.

Both guards halt in their tracks. For once, I’m actually thankful for Bray’s presence. I don’t want two giant men manhandling me.

“Yeah, Hulk One and Hulk Two. Touch me and you won’t be able to piss for a fucking week,” I taunt.

“Cindy, I don’t recall asking you to call security.” Bray says in his usual controlled voice. He slips off his suit jacket and vest, and lays them over the back of one of the chairs. Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt. What the fuck?

“Sir, she barged in here and destroyed your office,” she trills.

“God, how do you listen to that voice every day? Are you a masochist or something? She must give grade-A head,” I wonder, while looking down to make sure my boobs haven’t popped out of my bra. Thank God I wore my nice one today.

“You, shut your mouth,” he barks at me. He flings his shirt in my direction and I catch it. Then he turns around. “And you,” he says pointing at Cindy. “Call the cleaning service, and then you can go home for the day.”

“But, sir, we still—”

“Enough! I gave you your instructions, Cindy. You’re dismissed.” Cindy shoots me a death glare but I just smirk. Dropping Bray’s shirt on the floor, I make my way over to his desk and flop down in his chair. I put my feet up on the glass, but not before I knock his computer mouse to the floor with my foot.

Cindy huffs and stomps out of the room. Both security men just stare at my tits.

“Like what you see, boys? It just so happens I’m looking—”

“Out!”
Bray yells, making us all jump a little. I can see the veins in his neck strain. Bray isn’t a giant like Hulk One and Hulk Two—he’s leaner with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—but those guys seem to be intimidated by him. It’s hard to see all of his body as he’s still wearing his tight white undershirt, but I can just about make out his shape. The shirt clings to his trim body like a second skin and I feel a little drool on my lip.

“Jesus, don’t you have any manners at all, Mr. Vanilla? You could ask nicely and I would leave— maybe,” I say breezily, but make no move to get up. I’m not leaving. I’m not done with him yet. He still owes me a job and I’m starting to really think he’s jealous. Why not just let security take me? This is something I can use.

“Not you. You keep your little ass in that chair.” Well, shit. It’s not as fun sitting in his chair if he wants me here. I sat here to further piss him off.

“You two, I want you out. Don’t ever touch her. Got it?”

“Yes, sir, we apologize,” they say in unison before turning and leaving the room. I can’t help but roll my eyes. Mr. Spencer barks an order and everyone follows. Probably how I lost my job. He went down there told them he wanted me gone and, bam, I’m gone.

“Well, now look what you did. You just ran off two more potential customers. You’re just costing me all kinds of money today, and it’s starting to really chap my ass.”

“Are you saying you’re a hooker, Rebecca?”

The use of my name throws me off. No one has called me Rebecca in forever. I hate that name.