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

She clasped Hudson’s hand, and then reached for Jagger’s and took his.

She stood up and so did Hudson.

Looking up at both men, her heart racing, her legs about to give out from shaking with fear of what they might say to her admittance, but she said it anyway.

“I…I love you both.”

She gulped the lump of emotion in her throat, felt her nose clog up and a cry about to escape her throat as she waited for their response.

Hudson wrapped an arm around her waist. Jagger cupped her cheek in his palm. She gasped, as she look up at them.

“I love you, too,” Jagger whispered.

“I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you in Paris. A goddess from the Renaissance right before my eyes. I knew that you would be mine,” Hudson told her.

She smiled as she sniffled. “Please don’t abandon me. Please don’t lie to me and tell me I’m beautiful, and that you love my body, when you don’t. Please don’t break my heart. I would die if you—”

Jagger placed his fingers over her lips.

“You are beautiful. Your eyes are the most gorgeous shade of green I have ever seen.”

“Your body is perfect. We’re big men, Tia Rose, and we want to feel our woman in our arms, against our skin, and know that as we make love deeply and with all our heart, that you can handle it,” Hudson added.

“I need you both. Right now.”

“And we need you,” Jagger said. He took her hand, Hudson kept his hand on her shoulder, and they walked out of the living room and toward the bedroom.

Tia Rose felt such a weight lift off of her shoulders. To know that they loved her, too, made her accept their control, their power, and their desire to keep her safe. No one ever loved her before, and now she had two men to love her and keep her safe.

* * * *

Jagger turned her around to face the bed, as Hudson got undressed first.

He unzipped her dress and slowly pushed the material down her body. He let his hands linger on her shoulder, as he leaned down to kiss her skin.

“Hudson and I had a rough start in life. We understand about abuse and neglect. Our mother had to work multiple jobs to take care of twin babies when our father left her. He had been abusive, too. We lived in poverty for quite some time,” Jagger whispered, and then kissed her skin again. He undid her bra, and she let her arms hang so that the material fell right off of her.

He continued to massage her shoulders, then her back and her ass, pushing her panties off of her body, as Hudson walked in front of her.

Hudson cupped her breasts and leaned forward to take a taste of her nipple. Jagger began to remove his clothing.

“Our mom worked hard to keep food on the table, and steer us clear of gangs and drugs. We worked our way through high school and college and started out working in small firms around the city,” Hudson said, his warm breath colliding against her sensitive nipple. She felt the tiny bud harden as she closed her eyes, and tried to have a verbal conversation.

“Your mom must have been so proud of you. Is she still alive?” She tilted her head back and moaned, as Hudson sucked her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth.

“Yes, and happily involved in a ménage relationship, too.”

She jerked up and looked at Hudson.

“Really?”

The strong, thick arm came around her midsection and Jagger hugged her from behind.

“Yes, really. Mom, Richie, and Daniel are perfect together. You’ll meet them when they return from vacationing. Mom’s going to adore you,” Jagger told her as he kissed along her ear, then pulled the lobe between his teeth and tugged.

“Spread your thighs, baby. I want to see what’s mine,” Hudson said, and she slowly spread her feet. As Hudson lifted one of her feet and placed it on the bed behind him. Jagger held her snugly, so she could lean back against him and not fall.

The moment Hudson’s fingers began to play with her pussy lips, she felt her pussy cream, and a small eruption overcome her.