Take Three

by Mia Masters

  “I’m going to miss that,” I said wryly.

  “I saw Christian’s new TV show,” said Mallory. “It’s really good.”

  “Yeah, the reviews on it are great,” I said. “I knew he’d be good for a drama. And I’m glad all the gossip about our relationship didn’t cause the offer to fall through, after all. Everything worked out, just like Monk said it would.”

  “Yeah, but you should be in that, girl,” said Mallory.

  “Not right now,” I told her. “I need to concentrate on the house and things.”

  “Where are the other guys?” asked Layla.

  “Well, Monk’s on location in India. We Skype every night. And Zack is wrapping another action flick. I think he plays a cop who fights aliens? Or an alien cop? I forget. Who cares as long as it makes money, right?” I joked.

  “Well, your movie is certainly doing quite well,” said Mallory, pouring me a drink. “Here, drink to your success. I want to be drunk vicariously through you.”

  “I can’t,” I said.

  “What’s next for you?” asked Harlow. “I hear you keep turning down offers.”

  “I need to relax,” I said. “I can’t do action movies right now. Until I have… the baby!”

  The entire room squealed in delight. Mallory took the drink away and handed it to Harlow, who slugged it down. The ladies in the room were full of questions.

  Who was the dad? was first and foremost among them.

  “No, we’ve all decided that they’re going to be collective dads and not know,” I said. “I’ll get back to work after the baby comes. I’m happy for now.”

  “That’s a really wise decision,” said Mallory, knowingly.

  The baby shower continued, and Mallory opened up the gifts. Everyone thought they were cute. Harlow was in no mood. Although she was a woman, she was kind of like a guy when it came to the girl stuff. It bored her.

  At some point, she sighed and walked out of the room. I decided to go check on her.

  “Hey,” I said, finding her in a back room. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “No, actually. I feel really bad I didn’t tell you something.”

  “Tell me what?” I asked.

  “Years ago, I auditioned for a movie and Jim was there,” she said, looking ashamed. “He tried to put his hands on me. I kicked him in the crotch and stormed out. I knew when you got the gig it was the same Jim directing the movie and I didn’t say anything. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s fine,” I said. “I took care of him.”

  “How? Did you kill him?” she said, mildly hopeful.

  “No, but I’m not working with him anymore,” I said. “Well, there might be a sequel to the movie, but I told Hansley I wouldn’t do it if Jim was the director. Maybe if he was a producer in name only.”

  “I feel like I betrayed you,” she said, looking away. “I should’ve said something. I should’ve had your back.”

  “I’m not innocent in this, either,” I said. “I continued to work on a movie with him. And I met his girl, Melissa. The rumors are true. He treats her like shit.”

  “Should we #MeToo the bastard?” asked Harlow. “I’ll go to the press.”

  “No, we don’t know the whole deal between him and Melissa,” I said. “And we have no proof beyond the fact that he’s kind of a jerk. He could just deny it.”

  “Seems unfair,” said Harlow.

  “That’s life,” I shrugged. “I talked to him on the last day of shooting. I tried to talk some sense in him. Not sure if it worked, but he did bring Melissa to the party. Maybe he’s turned a corner. I don’t know. I certainly don’t trust him anymore.”

  “So, nothing happened on the set?” she asked.

  “Oh, he tried to get with me and was pretty aggressive, but I’m a third-degree black belt. I could’ve broken him in half,” I assured her. “Not to mention what the guys would’ve done to him. Don’t mention anything to them, by the way.”

  “Of course not,” she agreed. “Monk would probably murder him.”

  “Monk would definitely lose his shit,” I said. “He’s like that sometimes. He doesn’t give a fuck. I could hear him now. ‘I’ll go to jail, Blythe! I don’t give a fuck!’”

  Harlow laughed uproariously. I had been with Monk and the guys long enough that I had my Monk impersonation down pat.

  “So, we’re okay then?” Harlow checked.

  “Of course!” I assured her. “Hoes before bros.”

  We high-fived. Harlow seemed relieved and I was glad we had the talk. We went back into the room with the baby shower gifts. I found myself starving and started to eat some of the snacks.

  After stuffing three or four baby quiches in my mouth, I loaded up a little plate, got a sparkling water and sat down. I was ravenous.

  “Is anyone else really hungry?” I asked.

  “Uh, oh,” laughed Mallory. “And so it begins.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “You’re eating for two, silly,” she laughed. “Enjoy stuffing your face. It’s one of the best parts of the whole experience.”

  “Yeah, letting yourself go for nine months and then spending two years trying to lose the baby weight,” said Naomi.

  She and I had gotten pretty close, and I enjoyed hanging out with her, with or without Mallory.

  Oh, jeez. That sounded like a lot of work. I asked her if there was any way to stay trim during the pregnancy.

  “Well, you have to check with your doctor,” said Mara. “I mean, you can keep up a routine, but trust me— five months in, you’ll be done with that.”

  “Oh, God, yes,” said Mallory. “Once my ankles started swelling up, all I could do was sit on the couch and watch Netflix and eat a whole cake. Not a bad away to spend an afternoon, by the way. Especially when you have the excuse of pregnancy.”

  “You mean, you ate a whole cake by yourself?” asked Layla.

  Mallory blushed and then laughed.

  “Oh, my God! Mallory,” squealed Layla.

  “It was a small cake,” she insisted. “I couldn’t help it. It was so good!”

  I put down the quiche I was eating, and everyone laughed.

  “I don’t know if I want to be fat,” I pouted.

  “It’s part of the joy of motherhood,” assured Mallory. “Bask in the glow of my belly! Plus everyone opens doors for you, carries your bags— it’s great. It’s like being a member of royalty when you go to the supermarket.”

  “That does sound nice,” I conceded, picking up the rest of my mini quiche. “I’ve always wanted to eat an entire pie.”

  “I’ve wanted to do that and I’m not pregnant,” added Harlow, in her deadpan delivery. “What’s that? 40,000 jumping jacks to burn off that many calories?”

  “Or you’d have to run to the moon and back,” I joked.

  Just then, Christian texted me. He sent a picture of himself with James Olmos. He was a guest star on his show.

  “Oh, look, guys,” I said, showing them the phone. “Christian’s with the guest star on his show.”

  “Who is it? I can’t see?” asked Mallory.

  “James Olmos,” I said. “That guy’s in everything.”

  “I had a non-speaking principle role on Galactica,” said Mallory. “So, I sort of worked with him. He was always very professional. Very nice.”

  “Mallory,” I said. “Do you ever feel you sacrificed your career for your family?”

  “No,” said Mallory. “Look, on the one hand, everyone wants to have it all, but you have to make time for your kids. I mean, why did I have a career in the first place, right? So I can build a family and have kids.”

  “Yeah, you know it’s funny. You spend all this time working on your career and for what? So you can live a good life and have a family. Then there comes a point at which you have to choose what you’re going to do. What you’re really going to focus on,” I said. “I had fun on the movie, but if I didn’t work again, I’d be okay with that. Since I found the guys, everyt
hing else seems pretty secondary.”

  “Aw, that’s nice,” said Layla. “Let’s have a toast to the new babies!”

  Everyone got a glass of something and we toasted the babies yet to come. The rest of the shower was full of games and laughs. I hugged Mallory tight before I left and wished her all the best for baby number three, and with her two hubbies. She returned the same sentiments.

  But the best part of my day was when I went home to the guys. Zack and Christian were waiting for me at home and Monk surprised me by flying in on a private jet so that he could spend the night with me—with us.

  I really did feel like the luckiest woman alive. Yes, we had money and family, but it paled in comparison to the love we shared.

  “We’ve been waiting here all night for you to show us your hot, sexy body,” Christian said.

  “Yeah, I love how you’re even curvier now that you’re pregnant,” Zack added.

  “I came all the way here from India just to see it!” Monk exclaimed, and we all laughed.

  “Okay,” I told them, taking off my clothes. “But I want to see you guys in the middle of some action, too. And I’m not talking about the movie variety.”

  “No problem,” Monk said, quickly stripping down. “What do you want us to do first?”

  “I love to see you fuck Zack,” I admitted. “If only because I really thought it was never going to happen.”

  “Your wish is my command,” he said, turning Zack around and lubing himself up.

  Ever since Monk had popped Zack’s anal cherry, those two were like two peas in a pod in bed. It was beautiful to see how well they synced up together. And Christian always liked to join in, too, although I think he surprised everyone by being the “straightest” of the bunch, preferring to fuck me or one of the guys, but not loving to be on the receiving end.

  I watched as Monk spread Zack’s ass cheeks apart and said, “Here I come into that delicious little ass hole of yours.”

  Christian started playing with my clit and I was so wet that some of his fingers sunk pretty easily into my hole. He was fingering and rubbing my pussy as Monk was pushing his cock into Zack’s ass hole.

  I loved to watch it stretch wide open for him, little by little. I wouldn’t think it possible for him to fit his entire, huge cock in there, but he always made it happen.

  “Now you,” I whispered to Christian, as if I was in a trance.

  “Your wish is my command,” he said, standing behind Monk and lubing up.

  As Christian pushed his cock into Monk’s ass hole as Monk was fucking Zack, he continued to play with my pussy, and each of the other two boys started sucking on one of my nipples.

  “Mmmm, yeah,” I moaned. “This is so hot. It feels so good.”

  “Now get up on that bed and show us your curvy ass and your delicious little pussy,” Zack commanded me.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I sat on the edge of the bed, got into doggy style position, and held my ass up in the air for them. Zack spread my ass cheeks and pussy lips open wide, showing everyone the whole view.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, slapping my ass some and then jiggling my ass cheeks up and down. “This pussy is mine.”

  He pulled me closer to him and put the tip of his cock up against my entrance. Slowly, he pushed it in, going faster as he was further inside me, thrusting it in and out of my pussy.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, loving the train we had going. “I love your big cock. I love all of your big cocks.”

  “We love you and your pussy and all of our cocks, too,” Monk said.

  He was panting and I could tell he was on the verge of cumming from Christian fucking him in the ass. Zack reached his hand around and rubbed my clit while he pounded my pussy, and while his own ass hole was being slammed by Monk.

  “Ohhhh, my God,” I cried out, as I saw stars. “You guys are so amazing. You’re making me cum so much.”

  “Hell yeah,” Zack said, as I felt him empty his seed inside my pussy. “You make me cum so much too.”

  “I’m cumming too,” Christian and Monk called out at the exact same time.

  The wave of my orgasm rode over me as they were moaning and grunting, calling out my name and each other’s. It was just as hot as it always was, but extra special tonight, since Monk had come all the way from India for it.

  “I just can’t get enough of you,” he said, joining me on the bed.

  Soon, my other men were up there too, and we were all cuddling.

  “I can’t get enough of us,” I told them. “I’m so glad we met on set and that we weren’t afraid to follow our hearts and all be together. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” they all said at the same time.

  Then we all kissed each other while they said they love each other, too.

  It really was just like being in Heaven, right here in the sometimes-hell that is Los Angeles.

  THE END

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  Prologue

  Mallory

  It’s the night after the Academy Awards, and I was nominated for an Oscar. I’m A-list status now, apparently, even though it was only for Best Supporting Actress, and even though I didn’t win.

  Still, I’m determined to celebrate the fact that I was even nominated. I’ve been invited to a party at Blake Haywood’s Mansion. By both Blake and Clifton Haywood, two of the hottest guys in Hollywood, who aren’t actually brothers, but might as well be.

  They do everything together. Apparently, even the same woman. They like to share, which is something they explain to me as they bring me up a winding staircase and to a bedroom that housed the biggest king-sized bed I’d ever seen.

  “We find it exciting when we’re both are inside the same woman,” Blake Haywood informs me.

  He is the actual Haywood, if such a thing as a “real Haywood” exists. His father is a big shot in Hollywood and goes by the stage name Haywood.

  Therefore, Blake and Clifton do, too, which is why some people wrongly assume they’re actual brothers – not to mention the fact that that they both call Blake’s dad “Dad” – but really it’s just that they’ve been best friends since childhood.

  The story I’ve heard from tabloid fodder and those in the know is that Clifton’s father was never in the picture and his single mother was an addict who died of an overdose. That’s why Blake’s dad took him in and raised him like his own son, and why he ended up growing up in the movie business right alongside Clifton.

  No one would accuse them of being the worlds’ best actors, but they are stunningly good looking – tall, with broad shoulders and a lot of muscles; with perfect bodies and charmingly handsome faces – and it’s as if they’re tailor made to be given roles that aren’t too serious but that highlight their strengths.

  “We’re both going to fuck you silly,” Clifton says, “and you’re going to love it. But don’t worry. It’ll be our little secret.”

  I can’t believe I’m doing this, but, after one too many margaritas at their large bar downstairs, I’m quite tipsy, and deciding to walk on the wild side for once. Unlike
them, I’ve never had a threesome, although it’s something that’s always fascinated me, and I can’t imagine a better way to do it than with these two amazingly hot guys.

  And I also can’t imagine a better night on which to do it than tonight, when I’m celebrating my big nomination. Sadly, my bestest friend in all the world, Naomi, couldn’t be here with me tonight, because she had to travel for work.

  And it’s not like I have time to date these days, or to make a lot of friends besides Naomi, whom I’ve had as a bestie since college.

  So, I’m here all alone, and it seems like the perfect way to spend the evening. Plus, no one will have to know – at least if Clifton’s assurances are true.

  I have a bit of social anxiety so I really felt as if I was all alone with no one to keep me comfort but the bartender and the drinks he was serving me, until Clifton and Blake approached me and suggested a better idea.

  “Also, don’t worry about the two of us doing any funny stuff together,” Blake is quick to add. “We only pleasure you.”

  He seems a little too defiant when he says this, and I can’t help but raise my eyebrows a bit. These two are known to have a love/hate relationship – a competitive brotherly type one where they both want the best roles or the prettiest women, etc. – but also one in which they support each other.

  It makes sense to me that they like to share women – they are probably each thinking they’re fucking her better and enjoy that aspect of the “game.”

  At the moment, though, I don’t want to think too deeply about their inner motivations or anything else. I just want both of these sexy guys deep inside me. And before I know it, my wish is being granted.

  Blake takes off my clothes while Clifton takes off his. At one point, Clifton starts helping Blake take off his pants because Blake is playing with my nipples.

  I raise my eyebrow at this, and Blake says, “He’s just helping us get the show on the road.”

  Uh huh, I think to myself – knowing that these guys have some seriously unresolved issues and that they’re probably repressing an attraction to each other or exploring it in this “safe” way by sharing the same woman.