After that night with the attack, the Longhorns did win that first game of the season.
Handily.
The Gator players they cut down from the sign through five layers of tape never confessed as to what happened or how they got up there, probably cause they knew what they were facing if the reason for them being at the Longhorns stadium in the first place got out. Josh and the rest of the Delta guys kept an eye on them, and we found out later that they indeed had a lot of money riding on that game. Money, word was, that they’d borrowed from the wrong people.
They sort of disappeared after that.
The Longhorns went on to an undefeated season, led by my two players, and the next year, they went pro. That was five years ago.
Now? Now we’re one big happy family.
Literally.
Tucker and Russ play for Dallas now — the two Texas boys almost refused to play anywhere else, actually. They also refused to get split up, and their contracts actually dictate that they only play with the other on the team. It might seem like a silly clause for a contract, but it definitely suits Dallas just fine, especially since they’re having their third undefeated season with Tucker Morgan and Russ Whitley on their team.
I stayed at Alamo State through graduation, before I moved on into sports medicine. It’s tough, but I’m actually doing my residency here at Dallas General Hospital. Sure, it's a handful, what with my two insatiable guys and our two kids, but-
Oh did I not mention that?
Yeah, we’ve got two now, a boy and girl, and neither of them seem to be able to keep their hands off a football.
People talk sometimes, but I don’t pay them any mind. Heck, let them talk all they want. Because all that matters is that I found love in the most unlikely place, where I was least expecting it.
And that’s all I need.
The End
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Twice Bossed
We're going to make her ours, no matter the cost...
Sasha
Broke after bailing out my criminal ex one too many times, a boring and stuffy desk job at Steel and Stone Holdings seems like a bleak path to getting back on my feet.
But that’s before I met my two new bosses.
Because Luke Steel and Jordan Stone are anything but boring and stuffy. They’re rough, tattooed, and criminally attractive - not to mention demanding and dominant. Worse, they’re awakening something dark inside of me - something aching to be let out.
I’d ask how in the world I’m supposed to choose between two forbidden men, but I’m not sure I’ll have to...
Luke/Jordan
We came from nothing - clawing and fighting our way out of the streets to build the empire we sit on today. Success has given us almost everything, but there’s one thing we can’t find, no matter how hard we look.
And then, Sasha walked into our office.
We’ve got certain appetites, and we have to have her. We have to possess her, make her submit, and take her until she’s moaning both our names.
We need to make her ours, and nothing can stand in our way.
And of course, we share everything...
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Chapter 1
Sasha
When I think back, if there's one thing it can be blamed on its probably that damned air conditioner.
But whatever started it, I do know that the fire I couldn’t possibly put out started that day, right there in their office. The second I saw them - so rawly masculine, so dominating, so in charge - well, I knew thats what I wanted. I wanted a man like Luke Steele. Of course, I also wanted a man like Jordan Stone.
But you can’t want two men, can you?
It was confusing from the get-go, but I knew men like that - men who’d take control, men who’d take charge, and men who wouldn’t be tender with me - was exactly what I’d never known I wanted.
I knew that day, even if back then it was only a naughty fantasy in my head, that I would submit to a man like Mr. Steele or Mr. Stone. I would yield myself to men like that, and nothing - not life, not that I worked for them, and not that it was scandalously dirty - would stop that.
Maybe I should start at the beginning.
The job was a welcomed change to being unemployed for so damn long, I can say that. Sure, it was way below my pay grade, and way below my education level. But a recession was a recession, and after five months of being too proud to admit that, it wasn’t just nice to have a job anymore it was needed.
What savings I’d had before had been decimated by my ex, Mark. Mark who “ran with the wrong crowd”, and Mark who was constantly in need of a loan, or a bailout, or a lawyer’s fee. I’d finally left the creep after two years of promising myself I’d do it. Two years of feeling trapped by his wanna-be criminal aspirations, his drug dealing, and his neglect. When I finally got out, it was freeing, but not as much as I’d want it to me.
Because I was basically flat broke.
Yeah, I needed a job.
I tried not to think about the four expensive years of college, or worse the two more very expensive years of grad school under my belt and on top of my credit report as I arrived for my first day as a secretary at Steel & Stone Holdings. I didn’t know a thing about the company; just that they’d hired me, were going to pay me a livable wage plus benefits, and, oh yeah, they’d hired me.
Standards are fine, when you’re employed.
A small, slightly frumpy woman introduced herself as the Tilly from HR led me around introducing me to a few people around the ultra-modern looking exposed brick and glass office of the company.
“So, this is you;” she smiled through cake-y looking makeup at me, gesturing towards a cubical and desk to the right of a massive wooden door that I assumed went to Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone’s offices. I was there to be their combined secretary, after all.
Tilly smiled at me. “Anything else you need, hon, you just let me know, okay?”
She started to walk away but I stopped her. “Um, Tilly, when do I meet Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone?”
“Oh,” she smiled. “Soon enough. They’re probably in one of their sparring matches right now.”
/> “Sparring matches?”
Tilly laughed. “They’re both big boxing nuts. They’ve even got a gym set up in the building for their daily workouts.”
I frowned. I’d never met the two men who were to be my new bosses, but I was trying to figure out what she means about “sparring” when it came to what I could only imagine as the two stereotypical CEO-types - pot-bellied, grey-haired, old guys throwing punches at each other
“Well that’s…impressive. How old are they?”
Tilly chuckled. “Wait, have you never met them?”
I shook my head, and she grinned, wagging a brow and fanning herself dramatically. “Oh, honey.” She winked. “You know being personal secretary to those two men pretty much makes you the envy of the office, right?”
Uh, no?
“Look, just don’t…” She trailed off. “Never mind.”
I frowned. “What?”
“They’ve just, well, they’ve had problems with personal secretaries before.”
I swallowed heavily. “Um, what kind of problems?”
Tilly just shook her head. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine, hon.”
She smiled again before she turned and walked away.
Sasha Reed, welcome to your new job.
“And you must be Sasha.”
I jolted at the sound of the deep, honeyed voice from behind me, and I whirled around to come face to face two sets of jaw-dropping eyes. The ones on the left were blue - blue like some sort of cold metal, and they belonged to a man with jet-black hair. The one’s on the right were a forest-green, their owner with hair a darker brown.
And both men were gorgeous.
Oh my God, I thought. This was Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone.
I’d never met them before, but the men that stood before me in a perfectly tailored slim suits with very expensive looking watches and smug, cocky smiles across perfect, cleanly shaved jaw-lines couldn’t be anyone else.
“Oh! I- hello, sir.” I blushed, feeling ridiculous for doing so. “Um, sirs, I mean.
My words tumbled awkwardly out of my mouth, and I felt flustered that I was, well, flustered by these men.
“You aren’t used to that word, are you.”
The man with the grey-blue eyes said it in such a way that it wasn’t a question, but a statement. I blushed again, trying to find the words.
“Just an observation, thats all.” His eyes sparkled as he grinned at me again. “Luke Steel,” he said, not offering a hand.
“Jordan Stone,” his associate said crisply in a dark and edged voice, his deep green eyes flickering vividly over my face as I felt the heat bloom across my face.
God, why was I acting so flustered by these men? Was it because I’d walked into this job thinking they’d be two elderly, crotchety old men asking me for tea? Or was it because the reality was that they were in fact stupidly good looking younger men?
Both?
They both seem supremely confident, almost arrogantly so. And they carried themselves with an air of pure, smug boldness. They’d earned it, I suppose. Tilly had been telling me earlier about how both of them had stated from nothing as street kids. They’d scraped their way into college, started the acquisitions firm right after, turned to renewable energy as it was taking off, and then turned the company into the multi-billion dollar international corporation it was today.
“Anyways, pleasure to meet you Sasha, and I know we both look forward to working with you.” Mr. Stone said with a slight grin. Mr Steel nodded next to him, his own icy blue eyes never leaving mine, before the two of them gave one more curt nod and turned sharply to head back to their offices.
Well, this was unexpected.
Chapter 2
Luke
“Holy fuck, who the hell is that?”
I groaned at my buddy’s words as I slumped down into the chair my desk across the large room from his.
“Jesus Christ, I have no fucking idea.”
Jordan shook his head slowly, blowing air out through his teeth as he clenched his jaw. He kicked his feet up on the huge, thick mahogany desk that matched mine, easing back in the opulent leather chair. And I wasn’t a damn mind reader, but I’d sure as hell known my best friend long enough to know he was thinking the same damn thing I was.
Or rather, thinking about the same damn who as I was.
Sasha.
Sasha, the tight little curvy new secretary. The fucking jaw-droopingly hot little bundle of sex sitting right outside our office. The girl that had gotten my cock hard as goddamn rock the second that word had slipped like sin across her lips.
Sir.
Fuck me.
I growled to myself as I looked up at Jordan. “This is going to be a problem.”
He nodded before he swore and looked away. “Shit, man, this is going to be just like Amand-”
“Enough,” I growled, cutting him off. I felt my jaw tighten, my anger flaring up like it always did at the mention of that bitch’s name.
“Sorry,” Jordan mumbled, shaking his head. The look on his face matched mine, and I knew it wasn’t worth going any deeper on.
Amanda - the one who struck us both deep with the cut of the knife we never saw coming. Amanda, who we let get close, only realizing after it was too late how bad a move that’d been.
So, yeah. A new hot little secretary who’d instantly caught both our damn attentions that way? That was going to a problem.
That kind of a problem - the kind of problem Amanda had turned into.
Jordan and I went way back. Hell, we’d been closer than brothers on the streets when we were coming up. We’d worked six jobs between the two of us to scrape up enough for college, we’d founded this damn company together. We’d come from nothing, and now we had damn near everything.
Well, almost.
Because Jordan and I had appetites, and those appetites needed to be fed. Appetites like tight little sex-kittens oozing sin and temptation like the hot young thing sitting outside our office door right now.
And of course, when you come up that close with someone like Jordan and I had, well, you share.
Everything.
It wasn’t weird like that - we weren’t that way or anything. We’d just learned early that we liked the same types of girls, and that there was nothing better than sharing one between us. Watching a woman come on your cock is one thing, but hearing her moans from your thrusts muffled by your best friend’s cock between her lips? Even better. Feeling her come while stuffed front and back by the two of us, and knowing without a fucking doubt that it’s the best orgasm of her damn life will put a strut in your step like nothing else.
Except when it leads to problems.
Problems like Amanda
Yeah, we knew men of our means were looking for trouble with appetites like that, for what it opened us up to risk-wise. But fuck if we could help it.
Except, Sasha wasn’t just a some girl we wanted to turn to putty between us, and I knew we were both thinking that. Hell, okay, we did want to turn her to putty between us, but there was more there.
Way more, in a way that was freaking me out.
It was like lust to the tenth degree. I didn’t just want her, I wanted to fucking consume her. I wanted her everything - her body, her pleasure, her obedience.
Her heart.
I shook my head, grabbing for the bottle of $1,000 scotch in my desk drawer. I slammed the crystal tumbler down and dumped in three fingers of the amber liquid. I almost chuckled as I watch my buddy doing the same across the office - bourbon being his vice.
“Shit, Luke,” He grimaced as he took a huge slug of his drink. “I thought we’d told Tom down in HR NOT to hire anyone like her.”
Anyone that reminded us of Amanda, I knew he meant. Anyone who had us both turned upside down just from one meeting with the blonde, cock-throbbingly sexy new secretary.
He chuckled. “We did, and he reminded us what a fucking PR nightmare it would be to actually stipulate ‘no attractive young women nee
d apply’ on the job request.”
Tom got it, though, especially after Amanda.
Except Tom was on vacation this month, which is how we landed Sasha fucking Reed.
Sasha with the perfect, full tits. Sasha with the lips that just begged to have a thick cock slipped between them. Sasha with the lets I wanted to throw over my shoulders as I buried my cock ball-deep in her silken pussy. Sasha who I wanted to feel sandwiched between my buddy and I as she cried out in pleasure.
Jordan swore across the room. “Right, his damn vacation. He’s got that temp replacement doing hires.”
“We can’t fire her, can we.”
His eyes went dark. “Fuck no.”
I knew that look in his eyes. It was a ‘fuck no’ not just because it was wrong, and because she was sweet, forbidden temptation.
It was a ‘no’, because getting rid of that girl was the lat thing in the world either of wanted to do.
In fact, I knew we both wanted more of her.
“You’re thinking it too.”
He snorted. “This is how we get into trouble.”
I nodded, sipping at my scotch. “But shit, Jord, those tits.”
“That mouth, fuck.”
We sat like that in brick and bookcase-lined walls of our office, drinking slowly and feeling the effects of the girl on the other side of that door slowly slip under our skin.
Yeah, this was a problem.
Chapter 3
Jordan
I grinned at my buddy when he got up to pace the floor by the giant windows that look out over the city.
The windows we had custom ordered and installed, of course, when we bought the top three floors of the building for Steel and Stone Holdings. The company was our baby, and we’d raised it ourselves from nothing to the juggernaught of the clean energy world it was today. This was our damn empire - our legacy. And from up here, we could look out of those giant windows at the entirety of New York. It was like a reminder, looking out and seeing all that. Hell, we could even seen the tenements across the river in Queens where we’d grown up - where we’d learned to fight to survive and where’d both found the brother we’d never had.