Two Is Better Than One (Steamy Menage MFM Romance Collection)

by Terry Towers

  The music began and as if like magic, my beautiful bride and Calvin arrived via horseback. My breath caught in my throat as I caught sight of her. She was sitting sideways on the horse, not the easiest of tasks, especially considering the layers of lace and satin that flowed down her legs in layers all the way to her feet. But she’d spent nearly a week with the horse ensuring she’d be able to ride by herself on horseback wearing her dress. She’d been determined and she’d succeeded. Her determination to achieve anything she set her mind to was just another reason my brother and I were in love with her.

  Her hair was put up in a loose bun at the top of her head, with stray strands of fiery, red hair flying about her. She looked majestic. She was perfection, if I ever saw it. And when her gaze met mine and a wide smile spread across her lips, I knew there would never be another woman for me.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Nina

  “Are you going to be okay? You look pale. Stunning, but pale,” Calvin asked me as we slowly rode to the spot we’d designated for our wedding.

  “I’m fine. It’s perfect. It’s going to be perfect,” I answered, smiling at him. “I just can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. Feels a little unreal.”

  “It always does. Your wedding day will come and go as if in haze.”

  Nodding, I looked ahead of us attempting to get a lock on our location. We were almost there.

  Not knowing what to say, I nodded towards Calvin’s leg. “I’m glad you were able to get the cast off for this.”

  He looked down at his leg and shrugged. “I still have the brace, but we’re making progress.”

  “Definitely.” I nodded. There’d been a question that had been running through my mind that I had asked in the past, but knew I had to ask a second time. “Are you sure you’re okay with me marrying Ryker?”

  He chuckled and didn’t even hesitate with his answer, the love and affection he had for me gleaming in his eyes. For the millionth time, I questioned how I could have ever gotten so lucky as to have two amazing men in my like Ryker and Calvin. “Yes. I’m positive. I love you and I know you love me. That’s all I need to know. Marrying Ryker won’t change that. When you marry my brother I’ll be standing next to him. When he says his vows he’ll be saying them for both of us.” He held up his left hand. “I already had my wedding and have the ring. It’s Ryker’s time now, even though we’re both in love with you.”

  “I love you to, Calvin.” Crinkling up my nose, I added. “Let’s keep this from my mother though. She’s finally digested the idea of me marrying an American. I don’t know if she could handle me being the wife to two American men, even if only one was legal.”

  Giving me a wink that made me giggle, he responded, “Our little secret.” He nodded towards the bend coming up in the path. “They’re just around that corner.” Grabbing his phone from the pocket of his suit jacket he called Ryker and seconds later I could faintly hear music beginning to play up ahead.

  “Are you head for this, sweetheart.”

  I nodded and smiled, excitement rushing through me. “In less than an hour I’m going to be Mrs Stone.”

  Reaching out to me, he took my hand and gently kissed the back. “Yes, you will and I love the sound of that.”

  “Me to.” And as we rounded the corner my happily ever after came into view. The first chapter of my life was now ending and the new chapter was about to begin with everyone I love standing here with me to experience it.

  Epilogue

  Nina

  “We can always postpone this. There’s still time to get our money back,” I said to Ryker and Calvin.

  This was terrifying. If someone had asked me a year ago what would be more terrifying getting married to a man I met on the internet or going to college, marrying someone I’d met on the internet after only knowing them for a few months would have won, hands down. But that wasn’t the case today, not at all.

  When I’d seen Ryker standing at the altar next to the minister with my mother in attendance, I hadn’t been scared at all. All I’d felt was excitement and the overwhelming sense that I was moving towards my future, a new chapter in my life.

  But this… college? This was a whole different feeling. I’d just gotten settled to life on the ranch. I’d get up before the men - which was a feat in itself considering how early Calvin got up - prepare breakfast and see them off. I’d then go about my day gardening, helping with the horses and chickens and maintaining the house. It was a simple life, but it was peaceful and each day I went to bed tired, but with a sense of accomplishment.

  There was also another reason why I didn’t want to leave the ranch. Two in fact, and I was looking up at them, with a part of me hoping that one would stop this madness and let me go home.

  Neither one of them seemed inclined to change their mind though.

  “Nope.” Calvin planted on hand on his hip and then pointed to the staircase leading into the dorms, giving me a stern look. “Get your ass in that dorm Mrs. Stone. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

  I couldn’t help but smile, he loved to play tough but when it came right down to it, I’d discovered he was a bigger softie then Ryker.

  Stepping up to Calvin, I placed my palms flat against his broad chest and pressed myself against him, my lips grazing the side of his neck making him inhale sharply. “Please Calvin. I can do courses online.”

  “Not a chance. Your charms won’t be working on him, little lady,” Ryker chimed in.

  Looking up, I saw Calvin staring down at me, eyebrow cocked. “Not a chance.”

  With a groan, I stepped back. “The ranch is my home. College doesn’t make sense anymore.”

  “It’s because you’ve become accustomed to life there. We won’t let you give up your dream of college for sheep and goats,” Ryker stated.

  Turning my attention to my legal husband, I slipped my arms around his neck and pressed myself flush against him, brushing my lips across his. “But we’re newlyweds. Don’t you want to get to work of putting a baby in me, cowboy.”

  Sliding his hands down my back, he cupped my ass cheeks in his large, powerful hands and pulled me tight against his rapidly growing erection. “Oh I don’t want anymore more than that, honey.” I opened my mouth to say, great, let’s go! until he continued, “After you get the education you’ve always wanted.”

  “We know you want this, Nina,” Calvin said stepping up behind me, sandwiching me between them.

  Oh Lord. It was going to be so hard going day after day without these two amazing cowboys to take care of my every need, physical, mental and emotional. Sure, we had our fights, me and Ryker. Me and Calvin. Sometimes we had a three way fight, but those were always the best since much of the time they led to threesome make up sex.

  Damn, how was I going to have to survive without them? They hadn’t even left yet, and I already missed them!

  “You know at least one of us will be coming down every weekend and sometimes during the week. We have it all planned out,” Ryker said, placing a light kiss on my lips and then pulling away, leaving me yearning for more. He was right. They were planning on alternating weeks, and every fourth week they’d come down together. It was a perfect plan.

  “And you know what they say,” Calvin added lowering his head and placing a kiss at the base of my jawline. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

  I moaned softly, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against his chest, oblivious to the fact that we were out in the open with my potential dormmates mulling about us, witnessing the public display of affection the three of us were partaking in. I just didn’t care this was the last chance I’d get to be held by them for a week, I was going to indulge in the feel of their hard bodies for as long as possible.

  “Well one of us is going to have to be the strength in this group, so it looks like it’s going to have to be me.” Taking a couple steps back, Ryker grabbed my hand and removed me from his brother. Leaning in, he captured my lips, but his kiss was quick. It end
ed so quickly, I had to touch my lips with my fingertips to determine if the kiss even happened. “Go on. Time to go.” He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Go.”

  He was right. Grabbing the handle of a suitcase in each hand, I turned back to Calvin a pout on my lips and tears in my eyes.

  Stepping to me, Calvin also gave me a kiss. His kiss was just as brief as his brother’s before stepping away from me to take the side of Ryker. “Listen to your husband. We’ve got to go.”

  I looked over my shoulder at the building behind me. Dozens of people were coming and going from the large double doors. Everyone seemed so excited. The excitement became infectious and the reluctance I had to leave the safely of the brothers began to dim.

  Turning back to the brothers, I said, “So, every weekend. Swear to me.”

  They crossed their hearts in unison making me giggle. “We swear.”

  Releasing the handles of the suitcases, I swiped the tears that were threatening to stream down my cheeks. The last thing my new roommate needed was to see her bunkmate a sopping mess. “All right.” Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it, then kissed the palm of my hand and blew a kiss to Ryker and Calvin.

  “I love you guys,” I said taking a moment to catch the gaze of each to have him nod and return the sentiment.

  Satisfied, I turned, grabbed the handles of my suitcases and pulled them along behind me as I made my way into the building. Stopping at the doorway, I turned and laughed. They were both where I left them, two sexy as sin cowboys, watching me.

  Most women struggle to find a man to love them unconditionally. Somehow, I managed to find two.

  The End

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  Prologue

  One Year Ago

  Monica

  Oh thank God, it’s done. It’s over. It was so hard to keep a smile from spreading across my lips, you have no idea. It had been a long time since I’d felt such relief. It was like being suffocated to the point where I thought I would die and finally getting a breath of fresh air. It was over—freedom. A year with Joseph Ramirez had been about six months too long. But it was done, and the relationship was over. I looked at Joseph, Joe or Joey to his friends, but I always called him Joseph and forced my expression to remain dower.

  “I’m really sorry, Monica,” Joseph said. He was legitimately upset. I could see the conflict in his eyes. For a moment, I thought I saw a hint of tears. He had been the one who had brought up the idea of a breakup, but I could see his conviction wavering. Oh please, God, don’t let him change his mind! No, it was too late for that. No mind-changing. No take-backsies. Maybe he was expecting me to protest, to cry, to beg him to change his mind. He got none of that. He’d finally done what I hadn’t been strong enough to do myself: put this relationship out of its misery.

  I suspected I knew his motivation for ending it, even though he didn’t have the balls to say. Her name was Sophia Gomez, and she was a new employee of his, working for him at the hardware store. I wasn’t stupid, I saw the way he looked at her. She was 20 and slender, with stunning bronzed skin and captivating dark, nearly black eyes. She was out of his league. Way out. But I figured he thought he had a shot. “Good luck to him” is all I had to say about that. Let’s not even begin to talk about how miserable he is in the sack. Sure, it takes two, but I tried. You can’t fault me for that; he was simply too conservative, and he refused to go down on a woman, but expected me to suck his dick?

  Nope. Sorry pal.

  So oral was out. Same went for anything kinky or different. Our sex life consisted of three things: missionary, me on top, and me bent over some piece of furniture. And he made really weird noises when he came. I was never sure whether he was having an orgasm or in pain. It was disturbing and totally threw off the mood.

  I will give credit where credit is due. He was a good man. Very good man. Reliable, dependable, financially stable, and caring. Notice how words like exciting, outgoing, impulsive, and all the other qualities that make relationships thrilling are absent? With Joseph, there were no surprises. Even my Christmas present was dull. He bought me a blender. A fucking blender for Christmas! Not because I asked for one, but because mine had broken. Yes, the man is practical to a fault, and oh-my-god was it ever boring. I realize that it isn’t really his fault, it’s how he is, but it would be an exercise in futility to try and change him.

  I gave him a reassuring smile, lightly touching his upper arm. “It’s fine. It’s for the best.”

  His expression turned confused. Yes, this is definitely not how he expected this to go down. “But…”

  “There’s no ‘but,’ ” I say to him. “You’re right. We’re good friends, but it’s time to move on.”

  “If we had more time... you’re always working,” he trailed off.

  Nononono! You are NOT taking this breakup back! NO! I won’t allow it, even if it means me being the bad guy in this. “But you know, my writing is my life. It’s my world, I’ll never give up my 12 and 15-hour days on the computer writing. My focus is my work right now. You know that. It won’t change.”

  And that’s true. From the moment I wake up until I go to bed from exhaustion, I work. Whether it be writing or marketing or one of a dozen different tasks I have to take care of, I work. Even my closest friends and family don’t understand my long hours. It seems the only people who truly understand the pressure to work and keep pushing are other self-published authors. They get it. They get me.

  Like most other people, Joseph doesn’t understand me. Even with us living together for the past couple of months, he still doesn’t get it. I doubt he ever will.

  It’s for the best. And boy, am I ever glad I never gave up my own apartment. Packing my stuff and getting out of his house would be easy-peasy. Thank you and goodbye. It’s been fun—sort of—but it’s way past time to move on.

  “Can’t—”

  With a shake of my head, I cut him off. “I’m going to go back to my place. I’ll gather my stuff when you’re at work tomorrow morning.”

  He didn’t say anything, but simply stared. Damn, this is hard. The expression he was giving me then, hurt and confused, was why I’d continued to endure.

  “You were right, Joseph, this isn’t working. You deserve to be with someone who has the time for you. I can’t give you that.” When did this go from him dumping me to me dumping him? I sigh. “I’m going to go.” Not waiting for him to answer, I leave and don’t look back. I’m a coward, I’m soft. If I look back, I’ll cave. So I don’t. It’s hard, but I don’t.

  Chapter 1


  Amsterdam. Wow, I could hardly believe I was doing this. I had my e-reader in my hands but wasn’t really reading the words on the screen. My mind was whirling with the possibilities. I was on a plane, getting ready to leave for Amsterdam for a couple of weeks—or more, I hadn’t decided yet. This was my first time to Europe, and being that as long as I had my computer with me I can work wherever I am, it may just have been the start of my journey. Maybe I’d hop a train and make my way across Europe. Being 28, single, and without a child to care for, the world was open to me to explore. So the truth was that I was on the no-plan plan. All I knew was that I needed to get away and I needed to have this experience.

  “Miss, I think you’re in my seat.”

  “Huh?” I glanced up and met the stare of a tall, dark-haired man with the most stunning gray eyes that I’ve ever seen. I found myself staring up at him, not speaking, no doubt looking like a complete tool.

  He motioned towards the seat I was sitting in. “34B. My seat. You’re in it.”

  “Ummm.” Pulled from my frozen state, with a frown creasing my brow, I dug into my handbag and produced my ticket. Printed on it was 34A. “Ahhh, shit. Yeah. Sorry.” He didn’t respond, but stuffed his carry-on in the overhead as I unbuckled and shifted myself into the window seat where I should have been, all the while feeling like an idiot. How hard is it to read a plane ticket? Too hard for me, apparently. Once buckled back in, I directed my eyes back to the e-reader, but my mind was quickly redirected to the faint, enticing scent of his cologne. He’d applied just enough to make me want to lean into him and indulge in the scent—I refrained, but oh god, it was hard.

  “No worries. I just like to stretch my legs, and the window seat doesn’t really allow for it.”