Journey to Fortune (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 4)

Jagger was trying not to be too rough with Tia Rose. She had come as a complete surprise to him, and apparently not the type of surprise he thought his brother was delivering. He needed to talk to Hudson and find out how he met Tia Rose. She had the perfect body, the perfect submissive reaction to them, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. He was immediately attracted to her, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she were the one for them.

He pressed his finger into her ass, making her moan and shake underneath him. The sight of her ass moving as he thrust his cock into her pussy fed his ego. He wanted to mark her and claim her in every way he could. It was so strange. The possessive feeling. But as she moaned and thrust back, trying to keep up, he knew he wanted to tame her, and make her his woman their woman.

“You got me there, Tia Rose. You got me so fucking there. I want this ass. I’m going to take this ass tonight and make you mine.” He pulled his finger from her ass, and wrapped an arm around her waist, hoisting her back against him. Hudson pressed his fingers to her front, and although Jagger couldn’t see what Hudson was doing, he assumed that he was playing with her clit and it was working.

“Oh God, I feel something. Oh God, please, Jagger, harder, harder.”

He ground his teeth and pumped his cock into her pussy, their bodies slapped together and they both moaned, as they came. He rocked his hips, bit into her shoulder, moaned, grunting, nearly feeling dizzy from his climax.

“Holy fuck,” Jagger said.

Hudson cupped Tia Rose’s cheeks and smiled at her, as she gasped for air.

“I know. She’s amazing,” Hudson said, and then kissed Tia Rose.

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I feel it in my blood. The way their hands are pressed against my skin, holding me between them. I can’t believe this is happening. It’s surreal. It’s unbelievable. Am I dreaming? If I am, may I never awake. May my heart always feel this swollen with adoration. May my body always remember these sensations. Ultimately, may I embrace and hold on to the feelings of adequacy and perfection. Am I really so perfect in their eyes and in their embrace? Oh God, please, please don’t let me screw this up. Please help me to figure out what to do. I think I love them. Oh hell, who wouldn’t fall instantly in love with them? Oh, God, I can’t. I can’t read into this. I can’t hold on to something that isn’t real, isn’t going to last.

Help me find a way to leave them. Help me pull away now, and take this, accept this for what it is. A night of passion. A weekend of passion in Paris with two amazing twin brothers who like to share their women. I’m one of many before me. It isn’t real. This isn’t something to last. It’s a sexual encounter. It’s over. It can’t go on. Leave now. Leave before I cry. Leave now. Leave now.

She stirred the moment the fingers pressed against her nipple, and then the hand cupped her breast. She wouldn’t open her eyes. She wanted to memorize their touch. It would be the one thing that would help her sleep at night, and recall their attention to her.

“Your skin is so silky smooth and your hair. It smells incredible.” Jagger said then sniffed her hair, while he tortured her resolve. A caress, a pinch and a twist, and her pussy leaked with need.

She opened her eyes as Hudson maneuvered between her thighs.

“Good morning, princess.”

His words and his nickname stirred sadness in her heart and also pleasure. Surely as a child in her family, she was not a princess but a burden, a displeasure, and a punching bag. Now, between these two worldly amazing men, she was far from a princess. She was a temporary lover, a ship passing in the night. There was no need for pet names, or anything else to bind them. She gave a small smile.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Hudson asked, but Jagger also took on the same concerned expression as his brother. She stared up at both identical twins and her heart ached something terrible.

Leave them now. It will only get worse if you wait.

“I have to get going.”

“No.” They both responded so fast, and held her tightly. They shocked her.

“I have to. You know I do, Hudson. I’m leaving Paris soon, and I have things to do for work,” she lied. She had no more work to do. The last bit of pictures and drawings she had finished yesterday to help pass the time and keep her mind off of last night and coming to Hudson’s hotel room. Boy, had so much changed in the last few hours.

“What kind of work do you do?” Jagger asked. She tilted her head at him sideways and gave a small, knowing smile. The small talk wouldn’t keep her there longer. Plus, she wasn’t giving them more information on her.

“I had a wonderful time. I’m so glad that I met you both. You’ve made this first trip to Paris so memorable. But reality is rearing its ugly head.”

Jagger and Hudson both looked upset, but Jagger seemed downright pissed off.

“I want to know how to contact you.”

She shook her head.

“Why not?”

“What for? I know what this is. You explained about how you share women. I understand the deal, and I accepted it last night. Please. Just let me go.”

They could hear a cell phone ringing.

“That’s mine. I need to get that.”