Take Three

by Mia Masters

  We all sat around. The boys ate hungrily, but I really couldn’t bring myself to eat. I had to stop myself from adjusting Christian’s hair, as a piece of it flew in his face.

  I also didn’t dare hold Monk’s hand at the table. I felt like I couldn’t be myself.

  “Yeah, that’s what I said,” said Christian, picking the conversation about the reporter back up where we had left off. “But I felt a little weird about a reporter being on the set and no one bothering to tell us about it.”

  “Yeah, that’s not cool,” agreed Zack. “Obviously, Jim must’ve known, so why wouldn’t he mention anything?”

  “Maybe he didn’t want to distract us,” suggested Monk.

  “Bullshit,” said Zack. “I’ll tell ya, that guy isn’t looking out for us. We’re the fucking main characters, for Christ’s sake. He should be watching our backs.”

  Monk, who sat down next to me, got up to check on a piece of chicken he’d left behind. Christian took his seat and then moved his plate to the other side of the picnic table.

  “You agree what I’m saying, right, Blythe? Jim should’ve said something,” said Christian. “He didn’t say anything to you, did he?”

  “No,” I said.

  Monk turned around to bring the last piece of chicken back. He bristled, noticing Christian in his seat.

  “Dude, what the hell?” asked Monk.

  “Huh, what?” said Christian, sounding innocent.

  “You took my spot,” Monk said.

  “What’s the difference?” Christian dismissed him.

  “I like to sit on that side of the table,” said Monk.

  “Oh, jeez,” said Zack. “Here, Blythe, switch places with Monk so he can sit on that side.”

  Zack was obviously moving my plate so I would have to sit next to him. This competition to sit next to me— and the whole general competition for my attention— was turning my stomach.

  I couldn’t eat. Instead, it was like the stress was eating me.

  “Will you guys stop?” I snapped.

  “What?” said Zack.

  “You guys all lied!” I said. “You all said you could share me, but you can’t. You’re all competing for me. This isn’t what I wanted!”

  I went inside the house before I said anything I might regret. I found the nearest bathroom and locked myself in it for privacy.

  I felt like such a fool. How did I think for a second that this could work? Three guys with one girl? What a stupid idea that had been.

  Guys are naturally competitive. They weren’t going to share. Not me, not any woman!

  After calming myself down and fixing my makeup, I decided I would just leave. I’d call another Uber and go home.

  It was too hard to decide between them so I started to think I should just break it off with all of them. It was the right thing to do, so as not to torture them, and myself, any further.

  But when I exited the bathroom, I realized that I was in for quite the surprise. The guys were waiting for me. They slowly surrounded me, and they gently touched and stroked me. They each took turns kissing me in front of each other.

  It was very sensual and arousing. For the first time, around all three of them, I felt at ease.

  “Look,” said Monk. “We’re trying to make this work.”

  “We were a little jealous, but we’re getting over it,” said Christian.

  “Just give us some time, okay?” said Zack.

  “Okay,” I laughed, feeling relieved.

  We went back outside, and the tension was broken. Hanging out at the beach house suddenly became fun. After eating, we walked along the beach, picking up interesting shells and watching the waves crash.

  “I can’t believe California is falling into the ocean,” I said.

  “Look over there,” pointed Monk.

  Part of the highway curved out over a cliff. The cliff looked pretty steep, but there still seemed like there was a lot of room left for the road.

  “See where the cliff is?” he asked. “There used to be a small building there, back when the highway patrol had a garage for motorcycles. They hadn’t used it since the late 60’s and it was abandoned. After one storm, the ocean washed that part away. It’s just a matter of time before that entire section of road comes down.”

  “Well, then— wait, didn’t we use that road to get here?” I asked.

  “Yep,” said Monk. “When it goes, they’re going to have to build a new inland road to get here. No way will you be able to go up the coast anymore,” he said. “It’s just a fact of life. The entire continent is moving westward. Someday, this could all fall into the sea.”

  “Until it does, you’ve got a great view, man!” said Christian. “The surfing must be sick around here.”

  “Oh, yeah,” agreed Monk. “Tasty waves.”

  “I didn’t know you surfed,” Zack said to Christian.

  “I just started to learn,” said Christian. “I was always sort of afraid of it, as a kid, after I saw Jaws.”

  “We should all come out here sometime and do it. Surfing, that is,” said Monk, with a playful wink. “You have a board, Blythe?”

  “No,” I said. “And don’t you need a wetsuit, too? Maybe I’ll just watch, the first time. It looks a little choppy. I’m more of a land mammal.”

  “What? You don’t want to ride a wave?” said Christian.

  “I prefer horses,” I said. “When horses throw you, you don’t get eaten by a shark.”

  “Please don’t remind me of that possibility,” said Christian.

  “Hey, let’s have a bonfire on the beach,” I suggested.

  “I have a better idea,” said Monk.

  We went back to the beach house. Monk already had a fire pit on the other side of his patio. He threw some wood into the pit, pushed a button and the flames immediately erupted.

  “Wait, so it’s gas and burns wood?” asked Zack.

  “Yeah,” said Monk. “Basically, the gas just starts it. Then the wood burns.”

  “So much faster than a bonfire,” said Christian, obviously impressed. “Where did you get this place?”

  “One of my uncles owned it, but it was kind of run down,” Monk explained. “I bought it and had some work done on it. Then I got all spiritual, so I stopped having big parties. This is actually the first time I had more than a handful of people here that weren’t family.”

  “Oh, you had family here?” I said. “What did you guys do?”

  “Christmas,” said Monk.

  “Christmas at a beach house?” I said. “Seems wrong. Seems way wrong.”

  “That’s a California Christmas,” said Zack.

  “It’s wrong. You need snow and pine trees,” I insisted. “Not 75-degree weather and surfing! Santa doesn’t surf.”

  “In California, he does,” assured Christian. “Who wants cold, wet snow raining down from the sky? What good is that?”

  “It’s good for sledding,” I said, defending the snow. “Not to mention skiing. You can’t snuggle up by a fire with hot cocoa unless it’s cold. I wasn’t even that cold when I wanted the bonfire.”

  “You’re the one that missed out,” insisted Zack. “Christmas by the pool was a family tradition for me. You unwrap your presents and then go for a swim.”

  “Blasphemer!” I joked.

  We laughed and continued to relax for several hours after that. I went home later feeling better about the entire situation. Maybe I could make the three-man relationship work. They seemed to get along when they were together with me now that they had made a little effort.

  That night in my bed, I touched myself to the fantasy of having sex with all three of them.

  The images of their hot, naked bodies all around me turned me on, as well as the thought of all three of their cocks violating me at the same time.

  What could be sexier than one man?

  All three of them ravaging my holes.

  And what if they were to start making out while they were making out with me? />
  I rubbed my pussy as I imagined watching Monk go down on Zack while fucked Christian. There was nothing that told me this could be possible – Zack and Christian had only ever presented themselves as straight – but there was nothing that told me it couldn’t be, either.

  If they had already started getting along and sharing me instead of competing for me, maybe they’d get it on for me, too, if I wanted that?

  I thought about riding Christian’s face, his tongue circling my clit and then his lips lightly gnawing at it before they sucked it hard and fast, while I was sucking Zack’s cock. And Monk would be behind Zack, sticking his hard cock in and out of his ass hole, fucking him as good as I knew he fucked me.

  I got off and felt instantly relaxed.

  Whatever the future might hold between these three men and myself, I was ready for it.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Christian

  I was having dinner with my family the next day and Hansley was invited. Ah, Hollywood— where family and business meet again and again.

  To be honest, I wasn’t focusing much on dinner. I couldn’t get the other guys kissing Blythe out of my mind.

  I mean, they were my friends, and we had agreed upon this arrangement, but sharing Blythe— watching them actually kiss her right in front me— well, it was still kind of fucking bothering me.

  It would be so much easier if Blythe just dumped Zack and Monk for me. We could be a Hollywood power couple. I’m sure my agent would approve. We could be on the covers of magazines and websites.

  “So, do you think it can work?” my mother suddenly asked.

  “Huh? What work? What are you talking about?” I asked, suddenly worried that she had been able to read my thoughts and was asking whether having Blythe all to myself could really work out.

  “This is my son,” sighed my mom. “Always in his own world.”

  “That’s all actors,” said Hansley, with a shrug. “He’s focused on his craft.”

  “We were talking about Mallory and her second pregnancy,” said Mom.

  “So?” I said. “That’s good, right? Having a second kid.”

  “But she’s with two different men at the same time,” said Mom. “I’m not sure—

  well, it’s just not normal.”

  “What is normal these days, though?” asked Hansley. “As long as people love each other, who cares what they do in the privacy of their own home?”

  “But what are the children supposed to do? What if one of their two dads gets tired of the unconventional relationship and leaves?” asked my mother.

  “Well, the children will have tons of money and probably a nanny,” noted Hansley. “Plus, the other father. I doubt that will happen, and if it did, it would be sad, but it’s not like the children would be left destitute or all alone”

  “But how can a woman really love two men at once time?” asked my mother. “And how could the men be okay with such an arrangement?”

  “They have their own way of thinking about it and working it out,” said Hansley. “I guess they’re not worried about it.”

  “I don’t know,” mother said, unsure. “What do you think, Christian?”

  My first instinct was to say, “No, it can’t work.”

  But I thought it would be my insecurity speaking. I was, after all, kind of in a relationship that was even more odd than Mallory’s, in that there were three of us, instead of just two. And we hadn’t all been with her at the same time, or knocked her up, but I wasn’t sure where it was headed, so I couldn’t say for sure what might happen.

  Plus, I didn’t want my mom to think of it as that odd, in case she ever found out what I was up to. I didn’t want her to hate Blythe. I was hoping she could be open-minded and understanding and accept this strange… relationship, or whatever it was… for what it was.

  “Well, it seems to bring Mallory and the Haywood boys happiness,” I said. “They might see having double the love as a good thing. They’re putting their happiness first.”

  “Hmm,” said mom. “I never thought of it that way. That’s very thoughtful of you, Christian.”

  “Oh, c’mon,” I said, mildly embarrassed.

  Honestly, I didn’t know how much longer I could stay for the dinner. Mom’s cooking was great and all, but I always felt inadequate around Hansley.

  She was the big boss and could make or break my career. I still felt a little bit like she was doing me a favor by putting me in this movie. The entire dinner only reinforced that feeling.

  As soon as I could, I finished my food and said my goodbyes. I made up an excuse about having to read over my script for the shoot or something. I ducked out and got into my car. Then I just drove around Los Angeles.

  I found myself in a pretty bad neighborhood. The graffiti was nice. There were these huge murals painted on what looked like abandoned buildings. Some of them made political statements, but a lot of them were just pop culture.

  I heard some gun shots that sounded a little too close, so I got on the highway.

  Hitting some of the late, rush hour traffic, I slowly moved along while listening to the radio. I didn’t mind the traffic so much sometimes. Sitting in my car allowed me to think.

  Was I being a hypocrite?

  Did I mean what I said about happiness coming first?

  I mean, it would seem unnatural to me to date a woman with two other men, but maybe I’m just being old fashioned. Maybe for us, this would be the way, since it could make us happy. It would certainly make Blythe happy, and I really cared about her.

  Surely, I was only looking at the disadvantages. The advantages would be that by sharing Blythe, we wouldn’t have such an intense relationship. We’d have less time together, but that time would probably always be fun.

  With two other guys in the mix, there’d be no choice but for Blythe to spread out her affection. But there would be plenty of love to go around. And even some silver linings. For instance, if I didn’t want to go to a particular movie, play or event, I could offer it up to the other two guys who might be more in the mood for it as a date night with Blythe.

  It would be weird, though. People would give us looks. Then again, I genuinely liked Zack and Monk. They were good guys and we were friends already.

  It’s not like I’d be sharing her with total strangers or bad people. I knew those guys. They were all right.

  Maybe I could make this work for me. For all of us. I just needed time to wrap my brain around it.

  After being stuck in traffic for a good forty minutes, I saw the exit that I could use to get to Blythe’s place. I got off and headed for her apartment. If I talked to her some more, I could really get a sense of where she was going in this relationship.

  There was a possibility she wasn’t even serious about dating all of us. I mean, she’d have to have feelings for all of us to do that. I didn’t want to be used by someone who just wanted “back up boyfriends” in case one us didn’t work out. I also didn’t want to be pigeon-holed into acting or being a certain way. I still wanted to be my own man.

  But I didn’t think Blythe was like that. I knew that if she truly cared about and respected me– or all three of us, really– then she’d have to understand that we would need to be ourselves. This had to be a relationship of equals, not a cult of personality.

  Then, of course, there were the paparazzi, but one problem at time, right?

  I mean, there were always ways around reporters and photographers. Heck, we could probably use them to create buzz around the movie by pretending we were all in some kind of love triangle.

  Assuming that we weren’t all in some kind of love triangle, for real.

  I pulled up to Blythe’s apartment. The lights were on, so at least someone was home. After locking up my car, I walked up to the door and knocked.

  “Come in!” said one of her roommates.

  Layla and Bythe were sitting in the main room, watching TV.

  “Hey, Christian!” she greeted happily. “Good to see
you.”

  “Hey, babe,” I said. “Hi, Layla.”

  “Hi,” she said. “You want me to go in my room, so you can talk?”

  “No, no,” said Blythe. “We’ll go into my room. C’mon, Christian.”

  “I’m not interrupting anything?” I asked.

  “No, no, it’s fine,” assured Blythe.

  We went inside her bedroom and she closed the door.

  “This is a nice room,” I said. “It’s cute. Reminds me of a dorm room, but well decorated.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “What brings you around?”

  “You,” I said. “Thinking about you. Us. The whole group.”

  “What are you thinking?” she asked, sounding a little worried.

  “I’m still trying to wrap my brain around it,” I said. “I’m sorry, it’s just— it’s hard to do. I want you to be happy, but I want to be happy, too.”

  “I’m still wrapping my brain around it, too,” she said, touching my hand. “I want us all to be happy. I think we can be.”

  We kissed. Then I pulled back and I kissed her again and again. Things got sensual very quickly. We were making out on her bed and we quickly forgot about her roommate in the next room.

  She started taking of my shirt as I fondled her ample breasts in my hands. God! Just her smell alone had me rock hard.

  Pinning her to the bed, I started kissing her neck and I pulled apart her shirt, sending buttons flying across the room. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close. We were both caught up in our passions and we didn’t care. We had to have each other right there and then.

  “Oh, Christian,” she whispered. “I want you so bad. Take me. Take me, please!”

  I started undoing her bra, while she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Not wanting to be tangled up in our clothes, we both jumped off the bed and started to strip down. We threw off our clothes and underwear and then came back together naked and aroused.

  Pushing her against the headboard, the bed clunked against the wall. I kissed her wanting mouth and then down her neck. I kissed her breasts and then sucked on her erect nipples.