Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 39

Jolie let Brix lead the way into her bedroom with Malik close behind her. He pulled her chair from the vanity and motioned for her to sit on the end of the bed with Malik beside her.

“Can’t believe Dad is retiring,” Malik said as he sat down. “I thought it would take a bullet to the head for you to take the helm.”

“I don’t know. I think shoving my tongue down your throat might have pushed him a hair closer to death. It doesn’t matter how cool he seems with it, it had to have made him slightly uncomfortable.”

“What if he gets it,” Jolie questioned quietly.

“What do you mean gets it?” Brix asked and then made wide eyes. “You mean what if he’s bisexual?”

“Fabrizio is a very intuitive and kind. He’s lovely.”

Both men gasped and Malik made a loud gagging noise.

“No way are they a bisexual couple. Nope.” Malik shook his head vehemently.

“Well first, I don’t think either of you,” she waved between them, “can call yourselves bisexual either. You both have admitted not liking any other man but you’re attracted to each other, mostly based on personality and mutual love and this is the definition of pansexuality. I think you’re attracted to the person, not the p***s.”

Brix c****d his head at Jolie’s comment. “Have you been doing homework?”

She chuckled, “no. Opal and I did a big extensive dig a couple of years ago when Axl was first hitting puberty. We wanted to be ready for anything he threw at us. He’s straight up homosexual, or at least he is right now. He likes boys. He really likes boys.”

Malik chuckled, “okay. You think Brix and I are pansexual?”

“I think if we’re going to label things, it’s the closest label to fit. Knowing what I know about the life of this family, I know you two have been through things together which most friends never have. When you go through such things it builds a level of trust and intimacy even married couples don’t have. There is nobody you trust more than Malik,” she looked to Brix and then looked to Malik, “and there is nobody you trust more than Brix. It makes sense given the violence, darkness, and mayhem you’ve been exposed to for you to gravitate to each other emotionally. You have incredible connections. The s****l attraction you have to each other isn’t about f*****g, it’s about maintaining the connection.”

Jolie realized she’d stunned them both into silence and looked to her fingernails, “or maybe you’re both just horn dogs who like nailing the same woman, what do I know?”

Brix chuckled at her quiet comment. “Jolie, every day we spend with you, we learn something new. Your observational skills are incredible.”

“Thanks?” she still couldn’t look up.

“I owe you an apology,” Brix said meeting her eyes as they snapped to his. “What? Did you think I can’t apologize?”

“No. You’ve apologized multiple times over the last week,” she whispered. “I’m not sure it’s warranted here.”

“Well, I can admit when I f****d up and I f****d up.” He sat on the vanity chair backwards, his arms folded over the back of the seat and stared at her. “I knew mom was edgy and pissed about the marriage thing but I didn’t know,” he held up a finger and gave a single shake of his head, “no, I didn’t even try to acknowledge what was happening in front of me. My mother has always been overprotective of me and one of the reasons she and Will get along so well is they are both ultra-conservative people. Don’t even get me started on who she votes for. Despite this, she is my mom and I love her but I should have anticipated she would be rude to you. It is on me for not nipping it in the bud. Had I paid attention, I would have noticed Malik was trying to give her a wide berth which is unlike him.”

“I honestly thought she was going to try blackmail me but I didn’t have a clue with what,” Malik chuckled. “It never dawned on me she thought Jolie and I were f*****g around behind your back.”

“Wait, what?” Jolie gasped as she looked to Malik. “Why?”

“Because she saw me k**s you Tuesday morning in the house before we went to the car.”

She cupped her hands over her mouth. “Why didn’t she say something?”

“She did to me but in her weird Flavia code. I swear she is the stereotype of women who make men complain about not understanding them. Instead of directly speaking, she told me she knew my secrets and I had better be careful or she’d expose me. I thought she was going to blackmail me. Turns out she thought you were brainwashing me and seducing me away from Brix.”

She sneered, “why would she think that?”

“Because she’s my mom and she truly does believe the world is out to get to me,” Brix sighed. “She went too far Jolie. She went after a child and in this family, we do not harm innocents. Not ever. She was out of line and she will never get a chance to do so again.”

She felt reassurance at his words but then felt sad his relationship with his mom was at risk. “She’s your mom, Brix.”

“She is my mom and I will love her forever but I let her know her behavior was on par with Chiara’s and I won’t tolerate it. She and Will have been told in order to be permitted to return to my home, they are both required to participate in punishment. One is a sensitivity training which I make my new employees take on equality and social awareness.” At Jolie’s raised eyebrows, he grinned. “Keely created the program and I already messaged her and let her know she is to personally deliver the program and if my mother fails to pass the program to Keely’s standards, she is to repeat it until the message sticks. I will not tolerate her homophobia any longer.”

“And the other activity?”

He took a breath, “the other is for my mother alone and Will is not included. She needs to be held accountable for her actions. She verbally accosted a child, Jolie. A child which I have made mine and one I believe with all my heart is mine from the minute she called me Daddy. If she had been anyone other than my mother, despite the fact she is a woman, she would be dead. She made our little girl cry and I have made it clear to her she is not welcome in my life until I feel she has learned her lesson and moreover until Pia is willing to be near her.”

“What is her punishment, Brix?” Jolie questioned quietly. “You’ve said she’ll be held accountable but how?”

“She is forbidden from contacting me, Malik, you, or Pia for a minimum of twelve months. During this time, she can take the time to figure out what it means to be a family, a mother, a mother-in-law, a Nonna and a decent human being. If at the end of the twelve-month period I am not satisfied with her behaviour or her attempts to fix her shortcomings, then I will extend in six month increments until such time I am convinced she is safe around our daughter. I have made it very clear, you and Pia come ahead of her in my life and I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting either of you.”

“Brix,” Jolie squeezed her lips together as she considered her words. “I’m angry. I’m furious with your mother and I agree I don’t want her near Pia. I don’t want her near me though I can handle her but I really don’t want her near Pia. However, cutting your mother out of your life Brix, it seems extreme. She’s older and anything could happen. As a person who lost their mom,” she started to protest his actions.

“No.” He held up his hand, “it’s not up for discussion Jolie. If anything happens to my mother, if something happens to me, how things end are a direct result of her behavior and her choices. She went after our child.” His tone brokered no argument. “It is not up for discussion, love. As head of this family my word is law and nobody, not even the woman who birthed me will come for our child and get away unscathed. The one thing she loves most in the world is me and so she loses me for a year minimum. She is going to learn I am not f*****g around.” He grinned suddenly, “I also told her she better get her s**t together because if you ever decide to bless us with another child, she won’t be allowed around him either.”

Jolie inhaled so sharply she choked and it was Malik’s turn to pat her back. “Brix!” She was coughing hard.

“For the record,” Malik leaned sideways smirking, “I shook blanks so any babies we have will have to be Brix’s. Had the mumps when I was in college and it killed my swimmers.”

“Oh my gosh,” she wiped tears from the corners of her eyes as she tried to compose herself. All of her questions she’d been having since earlier in the week were now revolving through her brain.

“Dad is right, though. We need to talk amongst the three of us. Jolie, you told me earlier this week you would be willing to make our marriage a real marriage and I understand you need time. You also agreed to making this relationship between the three of us. I have given you space this week to try to allow you the opportunity to think it through. Are you still willing?”

She nodded twice and took a deep breath, “yes. I’m willing but it’s not anything I can jump into right away.” She needed to be as brutally honest as they have been with her, “it’s been a long time since I have had any kind of s****l desire and even wanting a man near me. I know it’s weird because anyone would say you look like Val but it’s not what I see and,” she looked to Malik, “you’re as big as a house yet I feel safest next to you. I still get freaked out by other men being too close. Even Trey who’s been around me all week, still makes me nervous when he’s close but I’m comfortable around you both. I’m not saying I’m willing to be naked anytime soon but this is more than I’ve felt in a long time and I want to explore where this takes me.”

“And if it takes you to a place, Jolie, where you can’t go any further. If it’s only k****s and light groping, then we will come up with a change of plans.”

She whispered, “would we get divorced so you can replace another wife?”

“No. There will be no divorce, Jolie. This will be a marriage for life. Your issues will be our issues. If you want to try counselling if we reach a plateau with what you are able to proceed with, then we will do counselling. I won’t ever give up on you. It doesn’t mean I’ll be pressuring you for s*x and a family. It means I have your back until death do us part.”

The very quiet delivery of Brix’s words seared her soul and she felt a tear slipping down her cheek. “What about the men in the house you have all the time. Won’t they replace it weird we’re all in this together?”

“If they do, they’ll keep their mouths shut and their opinions to themselves. If they have an issue, they can leave. I won’t however tolerate disrespect. None of us owe anyone an explanation for what happens in our bedroom.”

She looked to them both. “How does this work?”

“You will have two husbands,” Brix said simply. “Malik came with me to pick out your wedding ring and he and I selected matching bands.”

“You’re both going to wear rings?” she was stunned by this revelation.

Malik lifted her hand, “sweetheart, I am as all in on this as Brix is. It is my singular purpose in life now to keep you and Pia safe. Everything else comes second. However, I will not deny how much I want you. Unlike Brix who needed time to get his head out of his a*s and see how f*****g sexy, gorgeous, and passionate you are, I knew it from the minute you begged me to let you go in your shitty little bedroom in the rental house. Your eyes drew me in and that a*s,” he made a clicking sound with his tongue, “well, let’s say I’ve jerked off more times this week imagining it than I have anything else.”

“Malik!” she gasped at his words.

“Oh, and Jolie, of the two of us, Brix is the one who isn’t jealous. Me. I’m very possessive of the women I’ve been in relationships with. As much as Brix has been saying no s*x without him, you do not let him f**k you without me there. Even if it’s only to watch, I want to be present. Eventually I might loosen up a bit but knowing he gets to have you or you have him and I am not involved will make me irritated.”

“What happens if you’re irritated?” she had a weird sensation which should have been fear yet, his words were turning her on like it was nobody’s business. What the hell was wrong with her?

“I promise I’ll never hurt you, Jolie. My anger will never be directed at you. Not ever.” He shot a look at Brix, “but he can take it.”

Brix chuckled and wiggled his fingers at him, “bring it.”

“Keep it in your pants unless I have eyes on it,” Malik winked back playfully.

“Um,” Jolie lifted a finger curiously, “will you guys be scheduling nights or what? How will this work?”

“The three of us will share a bed every single night, Jolie. It doesn’t mean we will be buried in you every night but both of us, when we are in relationships, have very high s*x drives. Once we get to the place you are comfortable with us,” Malik was stroking her hand softly, “you can be prepared to be made love to at least daily for the rest of your life. Like Brix said, we’re both in this forever and neither of us will have any other lovers.”

“And you two will,” she looked between them as they both raised their eyebrows at her in identical manners.

“Spit it out, Jolie.” Brix was teasing her.

“Will you be having s*x with each other in the bed? If I’m laying there sleeping, can I expect to wake up to you making love?”

Malik laughed, “I don’t know if I’ll ever want Brix’s c**k anywhere near my a*s but he does know I give good head.”

“Why are you the filthy mouthed one?” she shrieked at him.

“We had a threesome with this very experimental older woman when we were in our late twenties. She was in her forties. She insisted I blow Brix while she blew me.”

“He can swallow down to the last drop,” Brix was chuckling at the way Jolie was shuffling on the bed, her face beat red. “What about you Jolie? Can you swallow like a good girl?”

She shook her head, “I take it back. You’re both filthy mouthed.”

Malik laughed, “Jolie, communication is going to be vital in this relationship. I want you to feel comfortable saying anything in your head. If you want to have s*x. We need to know. If you want to make out, we need to know. If you want to back things up and slow it down, we need to know. We will be as communicative as we can to let you know how we’re feeling and what we’re wanting and we need you to be the same.”

“And we’re all going to share a bedroom?” she whispered.

Brix spoke up, “actually, the two bedrooms Malik and I took are both on this side of the house and my room is between yours. How would you feel if we merged the three rooms? We can make sure we have enough closet space for the three of us, a bathroom for the three of us, a lounge area to relax and a bed big enough for us to all be comfortable.”

“You are really going all in?”

“I am sweetheart. You will learn I am a very decisive person. Once I make my mind up, it’s made. I want this. I want this for us. For the three of us. I also never want for our daughter to have to choose daddies or to feel one of us holds more weight as a parent than the other, besides you, of course. As mom you have final say but it’s clear from Pia, she loves us both equally. I never want for her to feel she has one dad and one pseudo-dad. She has two dads. If we have more kids, down the line, then they will also have two dads and one mom.”

She blinked as a memory of a prior conversation hit her, “what if I am never ready to have another child? You need an heir, Brix. Always the eldest of the Cacciola heirs.”

“Surrogate,” he shrugged as if he’d had it all thought out. “Fertility experts can sort it out. I would want for our child to be ours, so we could get your egg, my s***m, dump it in a host mom and there we go.”

“You have it all figured out,” she whispered.

“The only thing I’m not one hundred percent sure of, Jolie, is you.”

“Me?”

“You refuse to attend any counselling for the abuse you went through at the hands of a psychopath. I am very concerned we do something and you end up traumatized and hurt and the last thing either of us,” he waved between him and Malik, “ever want for you to ever experience ever again, is the kind of hurt or pain or emotional trauma Val inflicted on you. It would break our hearts to know we hurt you. It is the only thing holding me back.”

“Wow,” she swallowed the lump, “when you said communication you weren’t kidding. We’re really laying it all out there.”

“We are.” He nodded. “How are you feeling?”

She sat quietly staring at the hand Malik was holding, his thumb circling the top of her hand softly. “I feel good.” She admitted suddenly. “I mean it’s feeding my ego to know you both want me. I definitely want you both, despite being as nervous as I am. I want to take it slow and I’m not ready to be fully naked and sandwiched between either of you right now but I want to try.” She looked up to see wide smiles on both of their faces.

“That settles it then. We’re a closed throuple.”