"No, Jagger, he actually needed help. He said that he was set up, and that he needed money."
"You talked to him?" Jagger asked.
"You gave him money, Tia?" Hudson asked.
"I believe what he said. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He left my parents place a year after I did because he couldn't take the abuse. He said that he was at the place that was robbed, but he wasn't involved."
"Then why didn't he turn himself in?" Jagger asked.
"I asked him to do that. To turn himself in. I gave him a hundred dollars, and told him that I would help him if he went to the police."
"Why? Why would you do that after all the abuse and what occurred in your house back in Missouri?" Jagger asked.
"Because he's my brother, and if we don't have each other, then it's over. The family, the bloodline and ties, end there. I had to give it a shot. I believe him. I think he's telling the truth."
"And if he isn't? If he lied to your face to gain your trust and then rob you, hurt you, and leave you for dead, then what?" Jagger asked her.
She waited a moment, and thought about his words.
"Then I died trying to keep the last bit of hope for a family alive."
Both men released annoyed sighs and stared at her. She couldn't look at them.
"Do you believe that we care about you?" Jagger asked, and then stood up.
She looked up, her head reaching her shoulders, as she took in the sight of his huge presence. She still couldn't get over how big they both were. It appealed to her in so many ways.
"Answer him," Hudson stated, making her look back toward him. She couldn't describe the love, the desire to please them that was running through her system.
The sight of their muscles, their chiseled faces, carved from stone like Greek gods, had every part of her body quivering for their touch and attention.
She licked her lips. She had to take this chance. She had to be honest. She had to give them everything one last time in her life, and if they failed her, if they left her, then life was over. This was it.
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.
"You're so responsive to our touch. I love it, baby, and I love you," Hudson said, and then leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.
Jagger simultaneously thrust his thick, hard cock against the crack of her ass.
Hudson pulled back, and stood up. He slowly stepped back, and lay on the bed with his legs hanging off the side.
"Come on up here and ride me, baby. I need you now."
His arms were wide open as Jagger released his hold, and she moved on top of Hudson. Her heart soared in adoration, and then she felt Jagger's hands caress her cheeks. He was spreading them, and squeezing them and she felt his large, solid thighs tap against her backside.
"You know that we have to punish you for your behavior earlier, right?" Jagger asked.
She swung her head to the right to look at him as Hudson aligned his cock with her cunt and pushed upward.
She gasped.
Hudson grabbed a handful of her hair and held her tight. It was such a dominant move, and it turned her on way more than she should have been turned on. Her pussy pulsated, and Hudson thrust upward.
"Oh," she moaned.
Jagger continued to massage and squeeze her ass cheeks.
"You never hold back with us. Never lie to us or try to take care of things yourself. That's what we're here for. We're going to take care of you and love you. The sooner you get that and accept it, the better our lives will be. And if that fucking ex-boyfriend calls or texts you again, you'd better tell one of us. Do you understand?"
Hudson thrust upward, as he held her hair in his hand.
"Yes. Oh, God, yes, Jagger, I promise."
Jagger reached down and caressed her cheek. He ran his finger along her jaw and then between her parted lips.
"Good girl. Now, brace yourself, baby. First I'm going to spank this ass, and then I'm going to fuck it."
"Oh yes, Jagger, please. I want you to. I promise to never lie and always be yours. Please," she begged, feeling the tears burn behind her eyes.
Smack.
Smack.
Hudson released her hair and pulled her down to his chest. As he spread his thighs, her ass stuck out further, and her thighs widened.
She felt Jagger press a finger to her very wet cunt, and then continue to spank her.
Smack. Three. Smack. Four.
"Oh!" She moaned as he pressed two digits up into her pussy, and began a fast pumping motion. She felt her entire body tighten, and then he moved his fingers from her cunt to her ass. He pressed through the tight rings, making her grip onto Hudson and moan against his shoulder.
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
She couldn't take it as she wiggled and then absorbed the scent of Hudson's cologne. The feel of Jagger's extra large, wide palm colliding against her skin sent waves of pleasure through her body. She sucked on Hudson's skin and he thrust upward as the hand came down hard on her ass one, two, three times in a row.
"Fuck, she's sucking my neck. Oh, God, it feels so fucking good. I'm going to come." Hudson grunted.
Large hands gripped her hips and then she felt the fingers leave her ass, giving her a moment reprieve from the electrifying sensations.