A Double Dose of Billionaire: Part Four (4 page)

Ryan smirked. “She likes to go around and flaunt her wealth, but in name she doesn’t actually have much. It’s our dad who controls what she spends. We basically told him we’ll let go of Treston if he doesn’t stop her spending, and revealed to him what she’s been doing all these years. My mom can’t do anything to us now.”

“That’s great.” Relieved, I placed a hand at my chest. Ever since she confronted me, thinking about what Mrs. Crawford would do next preoccupied half of my worries.

Ryan nodded. “Yep.”

He blinked at me. I blinked back. Now that all this was settled, did we go back to normal? But doing that seemed too abrupt. What now? “So—”

“We want to give you this.” Ryan pulled out a red box from his pocket. He opened it. Inside was a huge piece of shiny rock, decorated with other cuts of diamonds. The thing belonged to royalty. “After we found out, we were planning a huge proposal to get you back. But Tyrone called with the news before we could.”

Unsure, I reached out and grazed my fingers over the ring, trying to absorb what it meant. “I don’t know what to say.”

Without asking, Riley took the ring from his brother and held it above my fourth finger. “After this incident, we realized how precious the time we have with you is. We can’t wait any longer. I don’t want you to be far away from us, Scarlet. These days, I keep thinking something is going to happen. I need to protect you, and make sure you’re safe. We need to have you close.”

I pursed my lips. “Shouldn’t I have to say ‘yes’ first?” His fingers were half an inch away from slipping the ring on.

He captured my mouth with his soft lips. I nearly forgot how much I enjoyed kissing him. “Then say it.”

My chest constricted. Everything moved too quickly, and my head reeled. The two of them had spelled nothing but trouble ever since I’d met them, but they’d made me happier than I’d ever been.

Quickly, almost on impulse, I said, “Yes.” My heart nearly exploded when it became clear what all this meant. I hugged Riley, and Ryan put his arms around the both of us. “Yes, yes, absolutely,” I muttered, hoping I’d made the right decision.

***

Two weeks out of the hospital, and I had a huge wedding to get ready for. I tried to tell the twins time and again to take things slow, but they insisted we had to be wed as soon as possible. Ryan and Riley had been extra attentive—sometimes too attentive—ever since the shooting incident. I could tell they still held it against themselves, though it wasn’t remotely close to being their fault.

They’d hired the best wedding planners and did most of the errands themselves, insisting I shouldn’t work too hard because I was in recovery and had a baby. All I had to do was sit back, relax, and decide on what kind of services I wanted.

I could really get used to this.

Kelly and Damien had been handed over to the police. They were looking at over ten years in jail for battery and kidnapping. Good news for them was they didn’t have to worry about the loan sharks any more, not with the police watching their backs every second of the day. I considered paying them a visit, just to reprimand them and gloat. Then I decided people like them didn’t deserve my time. I had a much brighter future to look forward to.

Sometimes I’d feel sorry for Damien. He was pulled into this by his blind love for Kelly. But I had to admit I wasn’t that benevolent a person. Each time I remembered how he’d held me down and run his dirty fingers over my body, pure hatred for him resurfaced.

Our wedding would be a small, unannounced wedding. Sadly, the twins and I weren’t able to make it official, since polygamy isn’t a big thing in our society. We’d be having our own little private affair, far away from the press.

I was going through the invitations when one in particular made me pause.

Frowning, I called, “Ryan, come here.”

He was sitting across the living room, reading his mystery novel. “Yes, princess?”

“Why is your mom invited?”

“Because she’s family?”

I raised a brow. She had tried every possible means to get the three of us separated. I wasn’t buying that lame reason.

Ryan licked his lips. “Okay, I know you hate her, and we don’t like her very much either, but it’s a formality. We can’t exclude our own mother from our wedding.”

I sighed, knowing he made a point. “But she wouldn’t even want to see us get married.”

“I know, sweetheart, but it feels wrong to exclude her. We’re her sons after all. She raised us for the better half of our lives.”

Riley walked down the steps, drying his hair with a towel. He was only wearing slacks, showing off his defined mid-section. He worked out often—I often saw him running in our private gym, much to my pleasure. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing,” I replied. “Just wondering why your mom is invited.”

Making his way over to me, and then trailing kisses down my neck, he asked, “Does that bother you?”

“Slightly.”

“If you insist, we don’t have to invite her.” His mouth brushed over mine, sending a jolt of excitement through me. Why did he have to be so sexy all the time? Just the slightest touch would send my body into a hot mush. Playfully, he nipped my lower lip with his teeth.

He placed his palm over my stomach. I was two months pregnant, and a baby bump had begun to show. The twins found it fascinating, as did I.

I tried to ignore the way his touch messed with my ability to stay focused. “I understand. I don’t want her to botch it up, that’s all.”

“She won’t.” His hand slipped down my pants and found my panties. “You have my word.”

Ryan watched us while sitting on the sofa right across ours. Riley was undressing me, taking it slow as he usually did. Ryan’s erection was already out of his pants, hard and throbbing. He fisted himself slowly as his hungry gaze searched the way Riley’s hands worked over my body.

“Riley, stop,” I begged half-heartedly. “I still have the invitations look through.”

“That can wait,” he breathed into my ear. He fondled my breasts from under my shirt. Pinching their peaks with his index finger and thumb, he dragged his tongue down the length of my neck and stroked my clit. I bucked against his hand. The twins would do this nearly every single day—abruptly disrupting whatever I was doing with the promise of great sex.

I didn’t complain.

I hugged his neck with my hand. “Riley, you can’t...” My breath died in my throat as my gaze locked with Ryan. He took in every detail of Riley finger-fucking me as he watched, making my pussy even wetter.

Riley licked my earlobe. “Hmmm… and why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“I need to drive my cock into you, princess. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

So hot.
My thighs clenched as I listened to the dirty words he poured next to my ear. The sensation of his fingers was enough to make me dizzy.

I had been so lost in the onslaught of pleasures Riley provided, that I didn’t notice Ryan crawling in between my legs. He latched onto my inner thighs with his hands and brought his mouth upon my center. Working with Riley’s fingers, his tongue devoured my pussy. They probed and prodded my inside walls, forcing my hips to quiver and me to moan into Riley’s kisses.

My climax came quickly. The hot coil in me swelled until it was unbearable, and then exploded into my lower belly. My fingers clawed at Ryan’s shoulders—I needed them to bring me back to Earth, and get past the mind-blowing sensations surging through my center. “
Fuck fuck fuck,”
I whimpered.

Sweat had started to make my skin clammy and sticky. When my orgasm neared an end, I looked down at Ryan. He pulled two completely soaked fingers out of my pussy and sucked on them.

Smirking, he said, “I’ve been thinking about tasting you since this morning.”

“Hurry up,” I whined, knowing what was to come next. They had gotten me hot, bothered, and wet. Wet enough for their cocks to slide in with ease.

Riley unbuttoned my shirt. “Be patient, sweetheart.”

“Kneel onto the floor,” Ryan commanded.

Eager to be filled by these two men, I did as he ordered.

He continued to stroke his erection. “Push your breasts together.”

As I pressed my mounds against each other, Ryan slipped his wood in between them. His hands clasped over mine as he rubbed himself inside my cleavage. I watched his face contort into one of arousal, and listened to him groaning. Looking down, I saw his cock gliding between my breasts, its head large and begging to be licked. I dipped my face down and ran my tongue over it.

Ryan gripped my hair. “Damn it, Scarlet.” He sounded breathy.

I took that to mean he wanted more. Hungrily, I ran my tongue around the rim, before taking the whole tip of his member into my mouth and sucking as hard as I could.

Riley unzipped his pants and crouched down. He grabbed my ass and spread it apart. “You’re so wet. Have I mentioned how sexy you look with your mouth wrapped around my brother’s cock?”

“Stop, Scarlet,” Ryan begged as Riley entered me at an agonizing rate.

I ignored Ryan’s plea and continued licking him. I loved it when I drove either of them to the edge. His actions didn’t match with his words. He continued to massage my breasts and thrust himself harder. “Please, stop,” he said.

I started to ride Riley. He placed his hands at my hips and guided them up and down his length.

The familiar twitching of Ryan’s wood indicated he was about to come. I teased his cock with my tongue as fast as I could, his pre-cum mixing with the warmth of my saliva. He tasted salty, and bitter, but I loved every bit of it.

Without warning, Ryan ripped away from my touch. Sounding raspy, he said, “Fuck, Scarlet, I asked you to stop.”

“You were enjoying it,” I replied, flashing him the best puppy look I could muster. I knew the twins hated it whenever I didn’t obey.

Taking my chin between his fingers, he forced me to look at him. “When I ask you to stop, you do it. I want to come inside of you, sweetheart. I want you to take every drop of me using your sweet, delectable pussy.”

My heart pounded against my ribcage as he caught me with the intensity of his stare. I clenched around Riley’s cock, and he pounded into me faster. The calm and collected Riley had been taken over by his primal needs. He was holding my hips so hard that it began to hurt. I embraced the pain, turning it into the uncontrollable sensations flooding through my veins. I gasped as I closed my eyes, feeling the tremors that shocked through my body.

“My turn, Riley,” Ryan said, slapping my ass. I let out a soft moan.

They carried me into their bedroom and laid me onto the soft sheets. I bent over, positioning my behind up in the air as Ryan liked, inviting him to my center. He shoved two fingers into me. “You’re soaked.”

I shook my hips back and forth. “I am. Now stop dawdling and fuck me already.”

“As you wish, princess.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

He slammed into me as Riley grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head backwards. He enveloped my mouth with his, prodding his tongue in. Our tongues fought and danced against each other. The inside of his mouth was wet and warm, inviting and delicious.

Ryan fucked me in a fluid motion, sending waves of velvet pleasure that started from my core and surged to the very tips of my fingers. Another climax was building.

Ryan trailed a line of kisses down my back. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” I choked, taking a break from Riley’s kiss.

My climax hit me hard. I felt my pussy clench and contract over Ryan’s cock. “Fuck, fuck you’re so goddamn tight,” he moaned, before thrusting into me as hard as he could, and letting his cum pour into my walls. Riley was stroking himself as he kissed me. He too, was close to his orgasm. As soon as Ryan finished coming, Riley pulled my head back and pumped his liquid onto my face. I opened my mouth and accepted it willingly, letting the salty taste of semen spread over my tongue.

 I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and drenched, both by sweat and cum.

“So, about my mother,” Ryan said, “is she attending the wedding?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Sure, she can,” I replied, too tired to bother about that triviality. The worst that could happen was having to deal with her snide remarks and daggered stares. Regardless of how spiteful a parent she was, stopping her from attending her sons’ wedding seemed a tad harsh, especially since Ryan and Riley weren’t so keen on uninviting her.

Riley kissed my forehead. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, now let me sleep.”

My two men cuddled up next to me. I drifted off to sleep, fully knowing they’d somehow coaxed me into agreeing with them using amazing sex.

6 months later

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity highly piqued. Riley had been kissing me when Ryan put a blindfold over my eyes. My initial assumption was they had something sinful planned, but I was wrong, thankfully. My pregnancy drained most of my energy, leaving me tired and hormonal most of the time. My sex drive had unfortunately been low lately. The twins respected my wishes.

They led me into a car, and Tyrone—I recognized his voice—drove us to somewhere. I attempted to get the blindfold off my eyes, but they wouldn’t let me, saying I’d ruin the surprise.