Bodyguards: A Twin Menage Romance (Mandarin Connection Book 9)
Bodyguards
A Twin Ménage Romance
Stephanie Brother
Contents
EXCERPT
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
EPILOGUE I
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B
EPILOGUE II
EPILOGUE III
THE MANDARIN CONNECTION SERIES
SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT TWO:
SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT THREE:
SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT FOUR:
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EXCERPT
The twins and I watch the distant horizon.
It’s the first time in several days that the three of us are together.
Even now, it’s a battle to not just run over and strip off my clothes, and fuck them.
I look at the sand, or the waves, or the clouds.
Anything to distract me from the burning desire, the lust.
I know it’s just as hard for them, too.
“What are we going to do?” Brad asks.
Chad stares at the sea birds, and the waves in silence.
He leans against the railing of the deck, an open Red Stripe next to him.
We’ve all been drinking, because it helps to deal with the urges.
As much as I want to fuck them, it can’t be because of this – thing, that happened to us.
Every waking moment is agony. We try to avoid each other as much as possible, not from shame, but from needing to be careful. The need to touch is overwhelming.
This melding thing is powerful, and seductive.
It’s not fair!
Here we are, stuck on this isolated romantic island, with everyone catering to our every need, save one.
I’ve never felt so lonely in my entire life.
The staff on Noah’s island is used to having visitors pop up unexpectedly, so we aren’t any big deal for them. They probably think we’re just some investors, or something to do with NLS.
We’ve been here for a few weeks, and I’m pretty sure we’re being watched, at least from a distance. Satellites, maybe?
It wouldn’t surprise me.
Brad and Chad do have each other, but their conversations seem strained, at least from the little I’ve seen. I don’t think they are arguing about me, or how much either of them loves me. It’s not jealousy.
It seems more to do with tactics. What are we doing next?
And, more and more, my mind turns to Lois. What the hell was she thinking?
Contents
Prologue
The two lovers watch the sun setting across the ocean. It’s almost the end of their time together here in the Caymans. What was supposed to be a short business trip ended up extending into three blissful days.
He holds her to him, trying to draw out this ephemeral time, this last little bit of contact.
“Hey! I’ve got an idea! Quick, lie down here, on the ground, next to me! Hurry!” he tells her.
She looks at him as if he is crazy, but laughs and joins him. She loves it when he’s spontaneous like this. It’s one of the things she loves about him.
They lie there, on their backs. He wants to kiss her. He hopes it works.
“Okay, watch the sunset!” he says.
The sun slowly drops below the horizon, and at the last second, it makes a small, green flash!
“Wow! I wasn’t expecting that!” he exclaims.
“What is it?” she asks.
“No time to explain! Stand up, quick!” he responds, leaping to his feet.
He helps her up, and she shakes some of the sand from her arms. His touch electrifies her.
She’s sad this is their last night together for a while, but is looking forward to the next time, already.
“C’mon, Joanie, look!” he pleads, pointing at the horizon.
She gasps.
“How?” she asks, as she watches the sun set, again.
He’s smiling, hoping against hope it will happen a second time.
They watch as the sun dips below, and the green flash occurs, once more.
“Yes!” he shouts, pumping his fist in the air!
“That- that was amazing!” she says, with awe. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t. I actually wasn’t sure that was going to work at all,” he admits.
He bends down to kiss her. She opens her mouth, and her tongue probes him, gently caressing him, and he suddenly remembers the first time he made love to her.
The guilt, the self-hatred.
He was married, for Christ’s sake! What was he thinking?
And then, he pulls himself back into the moment, and all is right with the world.
“That was nice,” she says.
“It was incredible!” he smiles. “Two green flashes!”
She pulls a face.
“What?” she asks.
He looks at her strangely, and then laughs.
“Oh! You mean this,” he says, pulling her close and kissing her again.
Her stern look softens, and he kneads her lower back, let’s his hands roam down the crack of her pert butt, and lightly gooses her.
She starts, giggling.
“You bad boy! Is that all you think about?” she scolds.
“Pretty much, when I am with you,” he confesses. They gaze at each other for a moment, before turning to go back inside.
“Douglas, what are we going to do?” she asks suddenly.
He sits down, and lights a cigarette, inhaling and blowing the smoke out.
It hangs in the air, obscuring her face.
“Dunno. Fuck one more time, I hope,” he leers at her.
She comes over next to him, massaging his shoulders.
“You know what I mean,” she says with a sigh.
He decides to avoid the issue by changing the subject.
“So, the earth is curved, right?” he begins.
He makes a motion like a
plane flying around a globe with his hands.
“When we were on the ground, we were on a visual plane with where the sun was setting. And, we saw it set, the first time. Then, when we jumped up, it was like we climbed a ladder to see above the horizon. That’s why we saw two sunsets today!” he grinned.
She mussed his hair, wondering what other kind of scientific nonsense went through his brain. She was in love with a genius. Lucky her.
Douglas company had lucrative government contracts, but the real money was in spare parts he sold to Dorcan Industries. Oh, and the money laundering for his friend Wade Wilson. He flew occasionally over to the Caymans to deposit satchels of cash, with the stipulation that Douglas would receive a percentage.
Wilson’s bank was financed in turn, by Walter Reighland.
Douglas had asked Joanie to accompany him, as she was an account manager at the bank. He wanted to make sure most of what he was doing looked legal, at least at first glance.
She’d educated him on the methods the rich used to hide their fortunes, and the two of them spent a lot of time together. It took two years before he’d worked up the nerve to make a pass at her.
She’d thought she was going to have to make the first move, but he surprised her one afternoon, suggesting they have lunch at a nearby IHOP. It had a conveniently attached motel, and he’d gotten them a room.
Three short hours later, and they had both forsaken their wedding vows. And, neither of them regretted it one bit.
Falling into a routing, their couplings were always intense, and one day he’d said the magic words. She said them back.
This trip, they’d made the deposit, and were readying to go back. A fluke storm had cancelled their return flight for two days. They took advantage of their luck.
Douglas had called his wife, apologizing that he would be delayed by the weather. She was blissfully ignorant of their arrangement, or so he’d told her.
She had called her husband, who was aware of her indiscretions. She could care less, and told him repeatedly how much more of a man Douglas was than he. She knew it was cruel, but the idiot wouldn’t grant her the divorce she craved. She’d taken every opportunity to torture him with the lurid details. One time, she left her phone on, and the dumb fuck actually listened for three whole minutes before ringing off.
She had gone home, expecting him to be gone.
Instead, he had made them dinner, and acted as if nothing at all had transpired.
The ache in her loins, and the lingering taste of Douglas cock was hard evidence that she had indeed been fucked into eye-rolling orgasm after orgasm.
The man was a sex god!
She hated what her husband was putting them through.
When this Cayman trip was scheduled, she told him that this was the last time.
Because, she was filing for divorce, whether he wanted it or not.
Sullen and hurt, he had left her at the airport, driving his dingy car into the rain.
The three days with her lover had steeled her resolve.
And now, tomorrow they were flying back to their real lives.
“I filed papers, Doug. I want out of that hideous marriage,” she says to him, later. He’d fucked her silly, one last time. The sun was rising, and he had just come back from his shower. He looked fine, if a bit worn, to her.
She rubbed her hair with a towel, the tingling in her pussy and ass still keeping her aroused. She was tempted to suck him off. But now they were running late.
Maybe they should just say fuck it and stay here forever.
She laughed. That would show both of their spouses!
“Fine, do what you want. I can’t. Not yet,” he shrugs.
She felt that quick stab of panic, that he was only using her, that he only like her pussy.
She pushed it down.
He loved her. He’d said it time and again.
“When is the next time I am going to see you, then?” she asks.
When he doesn’t answer, she thinks he is angry.
“Joanie, we need to talk,” he sighs.
Fear grips her heart.
“She knows. And, it’s got to be over,” he tells her.
She stands up, shocked.
Angry. Terrified.
“What, how did she find out?” she asks.
“I called her yesterday. She flat out asked, and I couldn’t lie to her anymore,” he says.
“Are you insane! What if she calls Wilson? Christ, what if she calls Dorcan! You could lose your clearance! Hell, you could lose your contracts!” she shouts.
Douglas looks at her, comprehension finally dawning on his face.
“I see. So, that’s what this was all about,” he says, in a neutral tone, and begins packing his bag. He thrusts a cigarette into his mouth, and looks around for the lighter.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare ignore me, Douglas Walker!” she screams.
She manages to barely keep control.
Sex god or not, this fool was on the verge of screwing up both of their futures. She wondered if she could stop her divorce proceedings? She’d actually already filed the papers, two weeks prior, and she expected her attorney would serve the papers any time.
“Why on earth did you do it, Doug? I thought you love me!” she says, finally breaking down and sobbing.
He walks over to her, and takes her chin in his fingers, tilting her head to stare at her wet eyes.
“It’s just business, babe,” he whispers.
Chapter One
I’m waiting, behind the curtains, and nervous as all hell.
The huge television screens display my name for all to see.
“Cheryl Walker –Twilight of the Butterflies”
It’s a big concert, but I’m not the main attraction.
No, that honor goes to Merle Nelson, the old, great and classic star. His songs are legendary, and made him not only one of the biggest names in the business, but are guaranteed to have everyone in the audience crying at some point.
He’s been a real inspiration to me, and thanks to my Stepmother, Lois, and a lot of luck and hard work, I am finally opening for the Great One.
My songs tend to be a bit more ‘lonely woman misses her man,’ or ‘good riddance to bad rubbish’ kinds of things.
The lyrics are bittersweet, and seem wiser than they really are.
Sure, I can write some decent words, but the real magic is being able to mate that with a catchy tune.
And, that’s my gift – hooks.
I can come up with a series of notes that will leave you floored, feeling like your heart is just ripping right out of your body, one moment, and singing like an angelic choir the next. “Country and Western Music Today” called me ‘a combination of Tammy Wynette, Reba and Dolly all rolled up and sprinkled with some Beyoncé.’
At least, that’s what Lois had them write when they did that spread on me back last June…
Now, peeking out at the audience, I take a deep breath. The band is all ready to go.
The instruments are glowing in the stadium lights, and the colored spots are bouncing around and painting everything in surreal colors.
I’m a big country western singer. Not quite a ‘real’ star.
Well, technically, that’s not exactly true.
I am a big girl. Curvy in all the right places, sassy, and loud.
Especially loud when I am singing for a crowd.
So, I am a singer; ‘star’ is a bit of a stretch.
Lois thinks I’m a real country western star.
That’s why she hired Brad and Chad Strong, to be my bodyguards.
They are twins.
And, boy are they fun to look at!
Tall, muscled, with tattooed forearms, and six-pack abs. They look like linebackers, and can part the crowds at a show by just standing up and walking on by. All the ladies drool over them.
But, lucky me, I get them all to myself!
Chapter Two
I live for this kind of thing,
to be honest.
I always loved attention, from the time my Daddy would pick me up and twirl me around, to when I used to go on pony rides at the county fair, to graduating Julliard with my music degree.
Yeah, I went there…
And, it was there that I made the brash decision that I would remain, in the words of my inimitable Grams, a ‘good girl.’
Oh, the temptations surrounded me the entire time I studied my music. My loins ached just as much as any other red-blooded country gal. But, my upbringing, and my Daddy’s keen eye, kept all the boys who’d have ‘spoilt’ me away.
I remember the one day when Jimmy, my childhood neighbor and the latest quarterback and man about campus from Robert Lee High came a-calling. I’ve got to admit, I led the poor boy on, teasing him for all he was worth.
I had bounced past him in the halls, my boobs pretty big by then, and sashayed my ample butt in his direction. His eyes bugged right out of his pumpkin head.
He was a typical jock, thinking with his thing, and not his brains. I had him right where I wanted him.
Prom was coming up, and even though I knew he was dating that head cheerleader, Karen, I had set my sights on him.