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

by Terry Towers

  Running my fingers through her silky hair, I watched as strand by stand they slipped through my fingers. Despite our romp at the club, the scent of lavender lingered on her skin. Damn she smelled good. For a moment I fought over the decision of whether I was going to slip out for the night or stay. Looking down at her face and seeing the little smile on her lips sealed the deal for me. I wasn’t going anywhere. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Monica

  I groaned and snuggled up against the hard, warm body next to mine. The arms wrapped around me tightened. So nice. I was about to fall back asleep when a realization came over me. I wasn’t home.

  “Morning, Princess.”

  My heart stopped. Who the fuck was that? Where was I? I began to panic.

  My eyes shot open and I sat upright on the bed, then stared down at the man beside me with the boyish good looks. Immediately the previous night came rushing back to me.

  “Jesus, Xander.” I breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and flopped back down onto the bed and into his inviting embrace.

  “Never quite had a reaction like that before. At least not from a woman with her clothes on.”

  Rolling my eyes, I gave him a light swat on the shoulder. “Yeah, I bet.” Turning on my side, I propped my head up on my hand and looked down at him, surveying every inch of him. Sometime throughout the night, he’d stripped and was gloriously naked beside me.

  His gaze followed mine to his slowly rising shaft and when I looked back up and into his face I could see him blushing lightly. It was quite comical to see such a confident and composed man blushing over me looking at his penis.

  “Yeah, I don’t wear underwear when I go to work for obvious reasons, so when I was walking back I was going commando. While you were sleeping I grabbed a quick shower and since it would have been uncomfortable…”

  I had to put him out of his misery, so I leaned forward and placed my lips over his, silencing him. The kiss was brief, but so sweet. When I pulled back from him I was smiling from ear to ear. “I’ve seen you naked before, you know.”

  “I know.” His eyes took their time wandering down the length of me and back again. It was my turn to blush. Damn, I felt like a teenager with a crush, a feeling that I seemed to be getting more and more familiar with being around him and Mitchell.

  Mitchell…

  “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head and forced a smile back onto my lips. “No. No. Nothing.” It had been Xander who walked me home, not Mitchell. Xander had said they weren’t busy so surely Mitchell would have had just as much opportunity as Xander to cut out early.

  “Good, because I’m starved and need breakfast.” He slipped away from me and got to his feet. I was tempted to pull him back, not ready to give up the comfort of his embrace, but the grumble of my stomach which was mimicked by his demanded I follow his lead and slide out of bed.

  “I should get a shower and get changed,” I stated, walking over to the dresser where I had placed my clothing, all the while keeping my gaze on him, watching as he pulled his jeans up and over his sinfully sexy bare ass.

  Xander shugged and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Why bother? You look beautiful as is. This is Amsterdam, no one cares.”

  I looked down at my slightly wrinkled clothing and then into the mirror connected to the dresser. “I got doubled-teamed by two men last night, I think I could use a shower.”

  “Fair enough.” He grabbed his mobile phone from the pocket of his jacket and flopped onto the bed, looking up and giving me a smile and wink. “I’ll be here.”

  With a nod, I entered the tiny bathroom. It was a very basic bathroom with a toilet, tiny pedestal sink, and bathtub-shower combo. The only thing good about it was the fact that the tub was one of those old-fashioned clawfoot, soaker tubs.

  Stripping down, I turned and examined my naked body in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, turning from one side to the other attempting to see myself at every angle. Normally, I didn’t like seeing myself naked, since I realized I was now a size fourteen. But somehow I felt different about myself this morning, even with the smeared eye makeup.

  “I know this wonderful breakfast spot just five minutes from here,” Xander yelled to me.

  “Sounds good,” I yelled back to him, turning on the shower and adjusting it until I found a comfortable temperature.

  He yelled something else, but I couldn’t make it out as I stepped into the tub. The water felt amazing as it streamed over my head and down my back. I loved standing in the shower and could easily spend a half an hour shampooing my hair, but not wanting to leave Xander waiting, I quickly cleaned up and turned off the water. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I exited the bathroom with a cloud of steam following behind me.

  A low whistle immediately reminded me I wasn’t alone in the room. I flushed and gripped at the tucked-in knot holding the towel together, though why I was being self-conscious was beyond me.

  He chuckled. “Haven’t we been through the fact that you shouldn’t be self-conscious around me?”

  “Yeah, I…” I could feel my cheeks growing warmer. Sucking in a deep breath, I said a silent ‘fuck it’ and released the towel, bundling it up and tossing it at him, hitting him smack dab in the face.

  His chuckles grew to full-out laugher. “What was that for?”

  Going to the dresser drawers, I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I pulled out a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and undergarments. Keeping my back to him, I quickly dressed and then grabbed a hair brush and began to brush out my wet locks, not taking the time to dry my hair fully. It would air dry.

  Turning back to him, I discovered I was indeed correct: he was examining me with intensity. “If my stomach wasn’t grumbling, I’d strip you, pin you to the bed and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.”

  My pussy clenched at the thought. Tempting. So tempting.

  “But, I’m starving.” He slipped from the bed and grabbed his jacket, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. “Ready?”

  “Ready.”

  Chapter 11

  Mitchell

  Xander hadn’t come back to the club after chasing down Monica. We lived next door to each other in a small apartment complex and I hadn’t heard him come home. Not like I was really listening or anything like that.

  Okay, fuck it, I’ll admit, I was paying more attention than I should have.

  Did he stay with her last night? Yes, he fucked her at the club a couple of times already, but that wasn’t the same. That was business. But if he stayed with her all night, just the two of them... well, that was different.

  Not that it mattered. I’d given him the green light, so I shouldn’t be upset.

  But I was. Fuck, I was.

  The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway caught my attention. It was Xander; I knew his heavy steps. Walking across the room, I flung my door open as I heard him approach.

  Startled, Xander jumped back. “Whoa, hey man. What’s up?”

  Shit, I had nothing. What in the hell was I supposed to say, I got jealous and was waiting by the door for him to get home and find out what happened? Yeah. Umm, no. That wasn’t what I was going to do. No way in hell.

  Forcing myself to relax, I shrugged. “Nothing, man. You just getting in?” Like I didn’t already know.

  “Yeah.” He thrust a hand into his hair. “Been a long night, I really didn’t sleep much. I’m going to hit the sack and get some shut-eye before work.”

  I waited a moment before replying, hoping he might fill in the blanks. He didn’t. “Ahhh. Well, have a good sleep. Talk to you later, man.”

  Closing the door, I checked my watch to see I still had over three hours before I was scheduled to meet up with Monica.

  *~* TT *~*

  Monica

  Xander was a really cool, fun guy. When I flew here a few days ago I never dreamed I’d be meeting two awesome men and spending my time
hanging out with them instead of doing my sightseeing solo. Sure, nothing would ever become of it, but why couldn’t I enjoy the ride, even if it wasn’t forever?

  Problem was, I wasn’t the “enjoy the ride” kinda gal. I was a “take things seriously, and hope for a future and maybe if I’m really lucky be fortunate enough to end up with a ring on my finger” girl. I looked down at my ring finger. No ring had ever been there. I’d lie if I were to say it didn’t bother me to a certain extent. All of the girls I went to school with were posting wedding and engagement photos on Facebook, followed by kids and family event photos. I had none of that. Sure, I had things they didn’t. I got to travel and had a life making a living doing a job that I loved. I was living most people’s dream.

  However… no one ever chose me. No one.

  A wave of sorrow and loneliness swept through me and tears stung my eyes. Fuck, I shouldn’t be feeling this way right now.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  My head jerked up and I looked toward the door. It was Mitchell. Walking away from the window I’d been standing at, I crossed the room and opened the door, forcing a smile onto my lips despite the fact that happiness was the last emotion I was currently feeling.

  Our eyes locked and the smile he had on his lips faded. “What’s wrong?” Without waiting for a reply he crossed the threshold and pulled me into his arms.

  Ohmygod, the only thing worse than feeling the way I did at that moment was feeling it in front of a man I desired. Granted, he was a virtual stranger. A virtual stranger who has done things to you that no other man has, a voice in the back of my head stated.

  “It’s nothing.” I shook my head and attempted to pull away, but he drew me in closer against his broad, t-shirt-clad chest.

  “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be crying.” He pulled away just far enough to look me in the eye, but still kept me firmly close. “Come on. Talk to me. No secrets.”

  I was caught in indecision. God, I just wanted to tell him and release all of my worries and concerns in regards to my personal life.

  He lowered his head until his forehead touched mine, his lips less than an inch from mine. “Talk to me.” He walked me backward a couple of steps, clearing the door and slamming it shut behind him.

  With the door closed, I felt more secure. And I wanted to say something, to spill everything and have him tell me that one day I’d find that special someone that would fulfill me in every way.

  “Talk to me,” he repeated, brushing his lips against mine, and it was all the coercion I needed.

  I shrugged. “Why can’t I find someone?”

  He frowned, pulling back to look me in the eye again. “What do you mean?”

  Starting to feel silly, I attempted to pull away, refusing to meet his gaze. Again, he refused to allow it, slipping his index finger under my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his. “It’s stupid. I’m just being…”

  “It’s not stupid. It’s bothering you. What’s going on? What’s bringing this on?”

  I sucked in a deep breath and shakily released it. “I’m twenty-eight years old.”

  “Uh-huh, I think I recall you mentioning that.”

  “I’ve never been married.”

  His expression took on a look of confusion. “I’m not sure I’m seeing the problem.”

  “No one has chosen me. Most of my high school friends have been married, and some are on their second marriages.”

  “So you’re envious that you haven’t gotten divorced yet?” A hint of a smirk touched his lips.

  I couldn’t help but laugh as I swatted his shoulder and appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood. “You know what I mean.”

  “Nope, apparently I don’t.”

  “I’ve never gotten married. I’ve never had a man ask me to marry him. I’ve never had someone choose me for, you know, forever.”

  He released me and crossed his arms over his chest. “So it’s the whole proposal thing. You want the wedding?”

  “Not even a fancy wedding. Just a wedding. Just to be chosen…” I sighed. I felt like such a whining idiot. This man is going to run out of here because I’m a complete nutcase.

  “In that case…” He immediately dropped to one knee, a wide grin spreading across his lips. “Monica--”

  “No. No. No.” I began laughing again, which I suppose was his entire purpose. Grabbing his forearms, I pulled him to his feet. “I don’t want a proposal for the sake of a proposal.”

  “I could have been serious.” He straightened, his grin never fading.

  “Liar.” Stepping away from him, I picked up my purse from the navy blue plush chair and slung it over my shoulder. “But I appreciate the effort.”

  “I had a whole speech ready for you. Had you given me enough time I would have had you begging to marry me.”

  “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes at him, walking past him and into the corridor, with him following behind, closing the door as he exited.

  “Besides, are you really trying to sell me on the fact you would get married?”

  He shrugged. “My life hasn’t taken me to that path.”

  “So not even close?” We reached the elevator and I pressed the call button.

  “Nah. Xander and I have both been very busy.” The elevator arrived and we entered, pressing the lobby button. “Straight out of high school we went to university and got our Bachelor of Science degrees. Couldn’t afford med school. Our marks were good, but not good enough for scholarships. So we came here. Fast cash to get where we need and want to be.”

  “You’re going to med school?” The doors slid open and we stepped out into the lobby heading towards the rotating doors of the exit.

  “You sound surprised. Can’t I be a doctor one day? Do you see me as one of those ‘all sex-no brains’ dudes?”

  “Of course not.” Okay, now I was feeling like a complete ass. “But I feel like I owe you an apology. I never realized.” While Xander had told me they had degrees, the conversation hadn’t progressed to the further plan.

  “Why would you?” He took my hand and began to lead me. “I haven’t told you all that much about me. Not nearly as much as you’ve told me.”

  “Then fill me in. I believe I remember you promising something of the sort. A whole bio if I remember correctly.”

  Laughing, Mitchell gave my hand a squeeze. “And that’s what you’ll get. Considering we were almost engaged.”

  Laughing along with him, I raked my free hand through my hair. “We were never almost engaged.”

  “That rejection hurts a little bit.”

  “You’re so full of shit!” The feelings of melancholy I’d been feeling before he’d arrived were now long forgotten. I was happy. I looked up at him, and for the thousandth time was struck by how handsome he was. Every woman’s dream: tall, dark and handsome. But there was so much more that I was just beginning to discover; he was funny, smart, kind. He really was the package. Except…

  “Mitchell!” A little squeal followed his name being spoken.

  Huh?

  I immediately caught sight of the woman the squeal had come from. She was a plain-looking dark-haired woman. But one look at her told me she was anything but ordinary. Her attire screamed money.

  Without waiting for an invitation, the woman threw herself into his arms. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but he hugged her back, quickly releasing her and taking a step back. “Carly, great to see you.” He motioned toward me and said, “Carly, this is my good friend Monica.”

  I hesitated a moment, but extended my hand, which she eagerly accepted. Releasing my hand, her attention diverted back to Mitchell as she asked him the typical ‘how’s it going’ questions.

  As she questioned Mitchell, I studied her. Was she a client? I automatically suspected she was and the next emotion was jealousy. What would it be like to be his girlfriend and to have random women – clients – approach him? I couldn’t even begin to imagine how many women. I didn’t want to. I didn’t think I could h
andle it.

  My attention shifted to Mitchell and I began to feel that little ache in my heart once more. He wasn’t a prospect. Maybe he liked me, and I sure as hell liked him, but this would never be more than friendship.

  Looking down at the ground, my sneakered foot kicked at a little pebble on the sidewalk. This was just a vacation after all. A little fun and in a couple of weeks I’d return to my old life and start over. New York City was a huge city. I’d find someone. I would.

  “You ready?”

  “Huh?” When I looked up the woman was gone and Mitchell was smiling down at me.

  “I asked if you were ready to head to the haunted house.”

  “Haunted house?” He hadn’t told me where we were going. I cringed. “Is it one of those places where it’s super dark and people jump out at you?”

  He took my hand and we resumed walking, the woman forgotten as I contemplated the idea of spending half an hour terrified out of my mind. I loved horror movies and that sort, but to actually be experiencing it? I admit I was apprehensive.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be right next to you, protecting you every step of the way.”

  The idea felt reassuring.

  “Unless you don’t want to go…”

  I swallowed down the apprehension and smiled up at him, giving him a wink. “As long as you’re with me to protect me.”

  “Scout’s honor.”

  “Didn’t we already establish you were never a scout?”

  “Nope. Don’t think so.”

  My eyes narrowed at him. “So are you?”

  “Hurry, they’re bringing the next group in.” Flashing me another smile, he picked up the pace, pointing to a building just down the block, dragging me behind him.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Mitchell

  It was nice to see that her spirits had lifted from earlier today and she was laughing and smiling. And I’ll admit it felt good to be the one that put a smile on her face. Being with her the past couple of days were showing me just how much I missed dating and having a relationship that was beyond sex. Even though this wasn’t a relationship, it didn’t stop me from falling into the temptation to act like it was for the day. She didn’t protest. I think she was falling into the same trap.