Journey to Fortune(19)

The sight of Hudson's handsome face, crew-cut hair, and beautiful hazel eyes brought tears to her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, giving her hips a squeeze. She felt Jagger's cock against her puckered hole.

"Nothing, Hudson. You're just so beautiful, and so is Jagger. I feel lucky."

"We're the lucky ones," Jagger said then kissed her shoulder as he  wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly pushed through the tight  rings. She lifted up with Hudson's help and then Jagger shoved in to the  hilt.

She moaned and the lovemaking began. Not fast and wild, but slow and  deep. It was torture of the best kind, and Tia Rose was nearly lost in  the power of their connection.

"Ours, always. Right, Tia Rose?" Hudson asked as he cupped her breasts  and pumped his hips upward. She tilted her head back as both men filled  her.

"Yours, always," she said, and then they began to increase their speed.  They pumped their hips and made love to her deeply, until all three of  them were moaning and panting.

"Oh my God, this is incredible. Never like this, baby. Never." Jagger  carried on and she knew exactly what he meant. This was amazing.

Hudson grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pressed them down as he  pumped upward. She hugged his chest, wrapped her arms underneath him,  tilting her ass back and upward, giving Jagger deeper penetration. In  and out, up and down, they were wild, until they all moaned and exploded  together as one.

Tia Rose held Hudson close. The three of them were locked together,  trying to catch their breath and recover from their lovemaking.

"Nothing to worry about, baby. Nothing can come between us. This is destiny," Hudson said as he kissed her.

She smiled at the thought, even though deep in her gut she wasn't too  sure. Something was bothering her. Perhaps it was that uneasy feeling  after the break-in at her apartment? She wasn't sure. Or maybe the  thought that someone was watching her? She willed the fears away. She  wouldn't let ghosts ruin her time with Hudson and Jagger.

She would love them as long as they were together.





Chapter 10




Tia Rose listened carefully to the message on her cell phone. The voice  was mumbled or disguised in some way, but the threat was clear. Someone  wanted to hurt her. The voice said that they were coming for her, and  very soon.

She swallowed hard, and felt her chest tighten with fear. Her first  instinct was to call Hudson and Jagger. But one, they were upset with  her for not going with them to their vacation home this morning, so she  could give them ideas to decorate.

She had work and she also felt that it was important for them to know  she enjoyed her job and needed to take things slow with them. Their talk  of forever, and of course moving into their penthouse, kept her up most  of last night. Secondly, she didn't want them involved with this  situation. It could be her brother, Sean, trying to scare her before he  showed up. There really wasn't anyone else who wanted to hurt her. Well,  that she knew of.

"Hey, are you okay?" Alexa asked as she walked back to her desk. Tia Rose hadn't even heard her approach.

"Yes, I was daydreaming."

"Oh, who is he and does he have a brother?" Alexa asked and Tia Rose  felt her cheeks go very hot. Boy, did he have a brother, and he's mine,  too.         

     



 

"That good, huh? I wish I could meet some handsome guy to whisk me away  from this life. All I do is work," Alexa complained. The phone on her  desk rang and she rolled her eyes and then answered it.

"It's for you. Line one."

"Oh, I'll take it inside my office."

Tia Rose walked to her desk and picked up the phone. That uncertain feeling was becoming worse.

"Hey, beautiful. Do you regret not taking a few days off and joining  us?" Jagger asked. She smiled. His voice alone made everything instantly  better.

"Not yet. Too much work to be done here."

"Well, you seriously have to start planning a vacation. We want to spend  some quality time with you. What are you doing for lunch?"

"I have a meeting downtown, lunch included, and then I need to head back here to get some more designs done."

"Shit. Okay, well, how about we catch up tonight. We can meet you at your place?"

She really wanted them to. It would make her feel safer, especially  after the phone call. Maybe she should tell Jagger about it? Maybe she  should call the detectives?

"Tia? What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath, and then released it.

"Nothing. I guess stopping by would be great. I miss you both already."

"Ha! Told you that would happen. How is seven? Does that give you enough time?"

"Yes. That will be perfect. I'll call you later, or maybe text you during the meeting."

"Okay. Later, baby."

"Later, Jagger."

She hung up the phone, and smiled. Thoughts of seeing Jagger and Hudson  tonight would be her sole focus. Not the threatening phone call.







He waited outside the building. Lucky for him, it was getting dark and  the cops wouldn't see him. That was if they were even around. Sean  hadn't seen one yet. He knew his sister was in the office building. She  took the bus and would be coming out soon. The moment he saw her, he was  on the move. He figured it would be best if they walked and talked as  opposed to taking the bus. He didn't want to be stuck like that in case  he needed to bail.

Tia Rose walked along the sidewalk, and when he had the chance, he approached form behind.

"Hey, kid. We need to talk."

She swung around fast, and when he caught sight of her close up, he was  stunned at how beautiful his sister was. She looked incredible.

"Sean? Holy shit. What are you doing here? I heard that the police are  looking for you. What in the world?" He grabbed her and pulled her  toward the side of the building and away from people.

"Hey, I need some help."

"No. I don't want to get involved. I haven't seen from you or heard from you in five years."

"I've been on my own for four of those five years."

"What? Dad and Mom said that you lived with them."

"They're fucking liars and thieves. I haven't lived with them in years. I  needed to get out once you left. They went psycho." He looked away from  her and hoped that she couldn't see the light scar by his eye. His  father broke a vase and cut him while they fought the night Sean left.

"I couldn't handle the pain anymore, Tia."

"But you were with them. You sat there and let them treat me that way. I  couldn't handle the pain either, or make up excuses anymore about my  bruises and cuts. You didn't stand up for me. You were too busy shooting  up or out drinking."

She tried to walk away but he stopped her by grabbing her arm.

"Tia, I fucked up. I was twenty years old and had nothing to my name. I  left a year after you did. I got involved with some people who helped  straighten me out."

"Really? Then how the hell did you wind up in an armed robbery in Missouri?"

He looked away and then back at her as he placed his hands in his jean pockets.

"I was there. Guilty by association. The crazy fuckers said they were  going in for beer. Next thing I know, they're drawing guns, the  storeowner is drawing his gun, and it's all a blaze of glory shit. I  ducked and got the hell out of there."

"Then why did you run from the police? Why not turn yourself in and tell them your side of the story?"         

     



 

"And they would believe some kid living on the streets."

She stared at him, and it made him feel lower than dirt.

"You're not a kid anymore, Sean. You're twenty-six years old. You need  to start thinking about a future. Getting your ass straightened out."

"I fucked up, okay? I know I did. We didn't exactly come from a great  home, Tia. How the fuck am I supposed to get anywhere if no one will  hire me for a job?"

"I did. I went to school, I got my degree, and I worked three jobs. Two  during the week, and one on the weekends. I got out and I survived."

"You think you're so much better? Then why the hell are you still  sending them money? They talk about you like you were trash, and what  about the fat jokes, the nastiness. If they were here right now, they'd  hit you. Fuck, Dad would beat you until you were dead."

She stepped back, and he saw the tears in her eyes begin to fall down her cheeks.

He ran his hands through his hair.

"Fuck, Tia. I'm sorry. I'm desperate. Please. Just help me out. All I need is some money."

"You need to turn yourself in."

"And then what? Spend time in jail for a crime I didn't commit?"

"No, plead your case."

"With an appointed lawyer fresh out of law school? No, thank you. I like being free."

"I don't know what to tell you. Hey, did you call my cell phone and threaten me today?"

"What? No. What phone call? Someone threatened you?"

"Forget it. I need to go."

He grabbed her arm.

"Please, Tia. I need help."

She looked at him and he wished things had been different. He wished he  could change the way their lives were, and how he hadn't stuck up for  her when they were at home in Missouri.