Alicia's Misfortune (4 page)

Donald’s boldness caught Alicia off guard and her eyes
widened and looked over to Daniel. She couldn’t believe that Donald was
disrespectful to the point that he’d hurt his brother in his face. Alicia was
surprised to find that Daniel was perfectly fine as he cleared the table. His
eyes met Alicia then and he offered her a warm and sexy smile.
What were they planning?
Alicia thought
to herself. Donald moved away from her warm lips then.

 
“Surprised” he said
grinning. Alicia couldn’t say anything to that. Daniel walked over to Alicia
then and grabbed her. At first she thought Daniel was mad at them, but when he
pulled her into his arms and shoved his tongue in her mouth, she knew that
wasn’t the case. Daniel was a lot less forceful than Donald, but his tongue was
just as skilled. She heard clothes rustling so she opened her eyes and looked towards
the sound. She saw Donald undressing himself, throwing his clothes in a neat
pile on the floor. Daniel broke away then.

 
“Are you okay?” he
asked sweetly. She finally understood what was going on. Daniel and Donald were
both going to sleep with her so that she’d know who she’d prefer. She found the
thought of that intriguing and frightening at the same time. These two were
brothers after all plus she’d never had a devil’s threesome before.

 
“I’m fine.” She
whispered to him and Daniel brought his lips back to hers. The whole situation
was starting to make her crave for something deep inside of her. Donald walked
around her then and began kissing her neck and she moaned into Daniel’s mouth.
Donald pulled Alicia’s mouth away from Daniel’s and captured her in a kiss
again. Daniel decided to busy himself in getting undressed. Once he was fully
nude, he began working on Alicia’s clothes. He pulled her black dress pants
down her chocolate legs revealing the lavender panties that she had on. He said
nothing when he moved the bothersome fabric to the side and licked her pearl.

“Ahh!” she ripped her mouth away from Donald’s and screamed.
The way that Daniel circled her clitoris with his tongue had her shaking.
Donald had to grip her tight in order to keep her from falling.

“No fair,” Donald said to his brother as Daniel pleasured
Alicia’s lower half.

“It was no fair for you to take her first” he countered and
buried his face again between her legs. Alicia was in heaven. Donald sighed and
pulled Alicia’s blouse over her head revealing her matching lavender bra.
Donald whistled then.

“Looking good baby,” he unclasped her bra then and palmed
her erect nipples. She was enjoying the attention that the men were showing
her, but she wanted to do something for them in return.

“Let me lie down on the edge of the table.” Daniel pulled
away from her and allowed her to lie on the table. She finally gotten a good
look at Daniel’s naked body and he was just as impressive as Donald.
 
She squirmed as the men looked at her in hunger.

“I want to feel your mouth around me.” Donald said and
walked towards Alicia’s head. He positioned his engorged member towards her
face and she took all of him in her mouth. Daniel bent down, picked up his
pants, and grabbed a condom out of his wallet. He wanted to try Alicia on just
as his brother had. While Alicia deep throated Donald, Daniel jabbed deep
inside of her womb. Alicia was surprised by how riled up Daniel was. She could
tell that he really wanted her because of the roughness of his strokes.

“I’m about to come,” Alicia said pulling her mouth away from
Donald. Donald leaned his head down and kissed her as she called out her
pleasure inside of his mouth. Donald wanted to push Daniel away from Alicia and
have his turn but he decided against it. Daniel was having a hard time coping
with everything around him. He needed to bust a good one.

“God, you’re so good.” Daniel barely managed to bite out. He
started to grow jealous again as he was reminded that Donald had her first.

“Told you,” Donald said and placed his cock back into
Alicia’s mouth. She was worn out from her explosive orgasm, but she continued
to buck her hips hard against Daniel. After a few more forceful thrusts, Daniel
let out a loud groan and exploded. The way that Alicia clenched her jaws when
Daniel came was enough to send Donald over the edge. Donald sat on the floor as
he caught his breath from his orgasm while Daniel fell into a chair. Alicia
remained lying on the table, sweating all over, with a grin on her face. Even
though her world crumbled around her in just a month, these two men brought the
pieces back together. She knew that she’d eventually marry one of these men
because the way that they just pleased her, she wasn’t trying to let them go.
Until she is forced to choose one of them, she’d happily partake in both of
their delicious Brazilian bodies.

By: Evelyn Stone

Montana
Bound,
A Mail Order Bride Western Historical Romance

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‘May I refill that for you?’

Leila eyes the man who stood in front of her and coolly
shook her head. Like all the men who approached her in parties, he was married
and worse, had a pouch that strained against his shirt. Leila hated nothing
more than excess body fat and the man had plenty of it. His eyes met her cold
grey ones and he fled.

She sighed and returned her attention to the lawn outside,
the floodlights making it appear as a green sea. She felt melancholy as she
nearly always did these days. Her friends and everyone around assumed it was
caused by the death of Horace. They had only been married for two years when he
died in a car crash.

As usual, he was driving too fast and with too much alcohol
in his system. He did not see the sharp corner that loomed ahead and he crashed
right into a tree. He died instantly. It had been a year now and Leila thought
she would go mad with what her life had become. If the stud farm had not been
sold off to cover Horace’s debts, she would be fine, happy even.

She missed her beloved horses. She missed life on the farm,
waking up at the crack of dawn to exercise the horses, showing potential buyers
around and best of all, riding her mare at breathtaking speed over the grassy
plains. Now, her life had become what she had always despised. A lady of
leisure, with money at her disposal to ensure a comfortable life.

The only good thing that Horace ever did for her was
ensuring that she would never lack. Unlike Horace to plan so far into the
future, he had provided a trust fund to ensure that his wife would never lack.
But something told Leila that he had done so to protect himself. He had gambling
debts from every casino in California.

Still, she was grateful that despite losing her home and
husband, she had managed to buy a small bungalow on Whitmore Street and that
she could afford to keep up with the latest fashions. Except that she had zero
interest in all of that. Leila felt as though she was living someone else’s
life.

She was a farm girl at heart and was happiest keeping busy
tending to ranch business. She stifled a giggle when she remembered Horace’s
horror when he had found her mucking out the horse stalls, her feet covered in
muddy boots.

‘What the devil are you doing?’ he had said.

She had smiled sweetly in reply. In disgust, he had turned
and stormed off and in that moment Leila had realized how incompatible she and
Horace were. He was a spoilt child, left with too many toys by his parents, in
the form of the stud farm and plenty of cash. Horace had worked through all
that and by the time of his death and amassed a lot of debt in the process.

Leila was so immersed in her thoughts that she did not hear
anyone approaching her until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned in a
mixture of irritation and resignation. She was in a party after all and people
were bound to speak to her.

‘Sorry, did I disturb you?’ her friend Susan teased.

Leila smiled with relief. She was in no mood to make small
talk with another married man whose sole interest was getting into her
knickers.

‘I know I’m not the life of the party, forgive me,’ Leila
said.

‘I should be the one apologizing for insisting you come, but
I don’t feel sorry. You spend too much time at the animal shelter as it is,’
Susan said.

Leila contemplated her friend, taller than her by almost a
foot so that she had to look up when speaking to Susan. Her hair was held in a
simple ponytail, with strands of her brown hair falling over her face. Leila
swallowed hard as her eyes scanned further down to the protrusion that was
Susan’s belly. She and her husband James were expecting their first child in
less than two months.

‘How’s the baby doing in there?’ Leila asked.

Susan groaned. ‘It’s like a warzone inside my tummy, who
would think that such a tiny thing had so much strength. With the kicks he
unleashes, he ought to be in a boxing ring.’

Leila laughed. Susan, who had been her friend for almost
five years, heard the catch in her friend’s voice. She touched Leila’s hand.

‘It’ll happen to you too,’ she said gently.

‘Only if I do something about it,’ Leila said. ‘I can’t
stand these married men looking for a fling. I want permanence, my own man.’

‘Did you meet Alan Boyd? He’s a bachelor.’

‘A playboy. He reminds me too much of Horace with his talk
of racing cars and other immature pursuits.’ Leila said with a shudder.

Susan laughed, her tummy shaking along with her shoulders.

‘Does that mean that you’re still determined to go with that
mail order bride thing?’

Leila nodded. ‘I am though I haven’t found someone yet.’

‘I don’t know Leila, you’re young and beautiful and if your
patient, you’ll find someone. Mail order bride is such an outdated thing.’

‘It maybe but it worked back in the day and I’m sure it will
work now. Besides, both of us will go into the relationship knowing what we
want. No games. Besides if it works out, that means that I’ll not be alone for
Christmas.’

‘You’re obsessed with the holidays. Loads of people are
alone, and they manage. Plus you have a running invitation here.’

Leila could just imagine spending the holidays with Susan
and her hubby. They were both wonderful people but she hated to be a third
wheel and their baby was due around that time and the last thing they needed
was a guest. Leila sighed.

‘Do you mind terribly if I run off?’ Leila asked.

‘Before dinner?’ Susan said aghast.

‘Yes, pretty please. I feel lousy and I’m not the greatest
company,’ Leila pleaded.

‘Just this once but I insist that you carry something to
eat. I’ll have cook pack something for you,’ Susan said.

Left alone, Leila’s thoughts strayed to Christmas. Theirs
had always been a magical day, with her waking up at the crack of dawn to raid
her stockings. The holidays were filled with good memories mixed with painful
ones. Barely a year into university, Leila had lost her parents in quick
succession.

Her mother had passed on first from kidney problems while
her father had lasted two months after that. Leila had known immediately that
her dad had died of a broken heart. He parents had loved each other with a
passion and devotion which Leila herself had hoped to find with Horace. It had
not taken her to know that she had made a terrible mistake. With the death of
her father, Leila had jumped into a relationship with Horace and was dazzled by
the night life and good times that he had offered.

Naively, she had thought that once they got married, they
would both settle down into growing their own family. Horace had continued
partying on as though he was a bachelor. Many nights, she slept alone, curled
up into a tight ball of loneliness. Not that when he was home they spoke much.
She had realized to late how little in common they had. The only thing that had
kept her going in those days was the thought of the children that they would
have.

She remembered the night that Horace had told her that he
had no intention of having children.

‘Please, just one,’ Leila had pleaded, tears rolling down
her cheeks at the thought of never holding her own child.

‘This is not up for discussion. Let’s just enjoy our lives.
You only live once you know.’

Days later he had finally admitted to her that he could not
sire children and the knowledge had broken her heart into pieces. He had contracted
mumps as a child and it had affected his fertility. She had thrown herself into
life on the ranch and just when she thought she had come to terms with it,
Horace had gone off and gotten himself killed.

This would be her second holiday since his death. Christmas
reminded her of just how alone she was. Leila had no intention of spending
another holiday alone, even if it took getting a husband through the mail order
agency.