Twice Taken: An MFM Romance

by Chloe Lane

  A week goes by before I even realize the days are passing, and somehow we settle into a routine that feels…almost normal.

  As normal as normal can get for three people who work together during the day and fuck hard at night.

  And Grace—shit, she plays it so cool that it’s not long before I’m not afraid for her anymore. With every day that goes by, she seems less and less like the timid creature Hunter brought home and more confident, more vibrant. But it doesn’t make me want to protect her any less.

  And though she’s totally professional during the workday, never tolerating even the mildest flirting from Hunter, I see the way she looks at us when she thinks nobody will notice. Her eyes are filled with liquid heat, and just thinking of her sweet pussy underneath those shorts, or the jeans she slides up over her perfect hips, has me harder than what should be humanly possible.

  Which is why I’m glad that she can’t stand it either.

  “Hurry up,” she says a week and a half later, as soon as the apartment doors close behind us.

  “Hurry up what?” Hunter says with a grin, stretching his arms over his head, then languidly pulling at the hem of his shirt until the entire thing comes off over his head.

  “Dress. Shower. I have needs.” Grace stands with her hip cocked to the side, her cheeks flushed with the heat of summer and all the want she’s been hiding behind workplace smiles all day.

  “Like what?” I purse my lips, pretending not to understand. This is a game we play just about every day, and I can’t get enough of it. I’m not much of a tease. It’s never been my style with women. But behind closed doors, with Grace....I’m just myself.

  This brings even more of a blush to her face, even though we fuck her well and good every single night, taking our turns with her tight pussy.

  “If you’re going to be that way, I’ll just spend time alone,” she says, nose in the air, and then she darts for the shower, slamming the bathroom door before we can catch her. She emerges ten minutes later, hair wet and body clean, smooth, and sweet from the body wash she insisted on buying after the first two days.

  I lunge at her, catching her in my arms as she giggles, but she doesn’t pull away. She leans in, presses her lips to my jawline, and then licks me, her tongue leaving a hot line down my skin.

  “You’re filthy,” I growl into her ear, and she sucks in a breath, pushing her naked breasts against my shirt.

  “You’re filthy.”

  “You love it.” I know she just showered, but I can’t help myself, and from the way Hunter is moving in, cornering her from the other side, I can tell he’s not in a patient mood either.

  I scoop her up into my arms and sink back into the couch, Grace straddling me, and she reaches down between her legs to unzip the front of my jeans. My cock doesn’t need any more encouragement to spring out, thick and hard and ready for her.

  Grace doesn’t hesitate. She braces herself on my shoulders and lines up her pink, wet slit with the head of my cock, sinking down on it at least halfway before I can stop her, holding her hips in place and looking her dead in the eye. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  She looks into my eyes, hers big and blue and hot. “I need you to fuck me.”

  “You’re being very naughty. You didn’t even wait for Hunter.”

  “Don’t be so harsh,” Hunter chimes in, wrapping his hands around her from behind, toying with her nipples with his big thumb and forefinger. She moans, throwing her head back. “I’m sure we can find a way to punish her so that she learns her lesson.”

  “She can start with this.” I let her go, and she envelops the rest of my cock in her soaking channel, her muscles like a vise, sucking me in inch by inch until the head of my cock is bumping against the final barrier in her body.

  “I know,” Hunter says, his hands moving down the creamy front of her. “We’ll torture her with orgasms. She’ll be forced to come so many times that she won’t be able to stand it.” Then his hands are playing at her clit, and Grace’s grip tightens on my shoulders. “I’m going to start with one, but then—”

  She cries out, her pussy sucking me in another impossible inch, and shudders against me, hips writhing and bucking in my hands. “Oh, please—”

  The begging is the sweetest part. At the sound of it, I thrust harder into her, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into my mouth, pulling it between my teeth, Hunter’s hands working between us.

  “I’m just getting started, gorgeous,” he murmurs into her ear. “I’m just getting started.”

  20

  Grace

  “Spaghetti.”

  “Not a chance, man.”

  “Spaghetti is easy and fast, and I don’t feel like waiting for you to suddenly get struck by culinary genius. We both know that’s never going to happen.”

  Hunter scoffs. “I am a fucking culinary genius.”

  “You can barely make scrambled eggs,” Jett shoots back. “At least I can make some that are over-easy and won’t make you gag them up in the sink.”

  “Oh, so you’re Julia Child? I don’t think so.”

  There’s a thud as some food package or other smacks against the wall, and Hunter’s laughter rings out.

  It’s grocery day. I’ve been here two weeks, and grocery day is Sunday, after the shop closes for its morning hours. It feels like a hundred years since I drove away from Springfield. It feels like forever since I’ve been letting Jett’s and Hunter’s banter wash over me, making me smile with their jabs and pokes at each other, always in good spirits. When we’re alone in the apartment—alone, the three of us—Jett can relax a little bit, and that’s when what passes for playfulness peeks out.

  “Guys,” I call out over my shoulder.

  “What?” Their voices curl around each other, and then there’s another thwack as what sounds like a package of bacon hits the wall.

  “You bastard,” Jett says, and then there’s more shouting.

  “I’m trying to make some life decisions here,” I interject into the next break in the action. “Tone it down!”

  “Are you…telling us what to do?” Hunter’s voice has a smile to it, even from where I’m sitting in the living room, laptop nestled on my lap, a stack of brochures from Mason Community College on the couch next to me. They’re not much for computers, but Jett had one from when they were getting their certifications, or whatever it is that they have. It doesn’t matter now. They’re really good mechanics, judging by the stream of customers that beat down the door every morning, and I am just now in need of a laptop.

  “Only if you want me to be naughty,” I tease back, and Hunter’s footsteps are heavy on the floor as he bounds toward me. When his lips press against the ticklish spot on my neck, I jump, pushing him away. “Seriously! I’m—I’m trying to—” There are more kisses, his dark eyes dancing, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts, breath tickling gently on my skin. The gush of wetness between my legs threatens to distract me from what I’m doing, which is important.

  I push the laptop off my legs and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, with a heat that only grows more passionate the longer the kiss lasts. But then I pull away. Hunter groans, threading his hands through his hair. “You torture me.”

  “You started it.” Two weeks ago I never would have had the guts to trade teasing, flirting sentences with Hunter, and a new layer of warmth settles in my chest. “Now leave me alone and figure out what we’re having for dinner.”

  “Sounds like a woman’s work to me.” I fling one of the brochures at him, and he fends it off with an easy laugh.

  “I think the man who works with his hands should at least be proficient at dinner. Now go!”

  “All right, all right!” He moves back into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “What about pizza?”

  “We just went shopping!” I cry, but Jett is already picking up his phone from the corner.

  “Pepperoni, ham, green peppers, and onions,” Jett says, and I hear the girl
at the pizza place—the one pizza place in Baker’s Ridge—respond on the other end of the line.

  I laugh out loud, shaking my head, but let them figure out the pizza order. I’ll eat anything. I want to figure out college before we get into any…naughty business tonight.

  The website for MCC is bright and clean, with pictures of students sitting on grassy lawns that I’m sure are just stock photos from the Internet. From what Jett and Hunter have said, Mason isn’t all that different from Baker’s Ridge, just a little bigger. If the college there is anything like the one at Springfield, I know exactly what it’ll be like, and there won’t be any wide-open lawns to study on.

  Not that I want to spend a lot of time hanging around studying on wide-open lawns. With every day that passes in this apartment, I want to leave it even less.

  I purse my lips. Should I get an associate’s degree first? They do offer a few four-year degrees, but what if I wanted to get a two-year and then transfer to the state college? A pang breaks across my chest when I think about that. State is four hours away, minimum, and that would be…that would be a long way to drive to visit.

  Jett’s and Hunter’s voices rise and fall, arguing about who should go get the pizza, but there’s a lump in my throat that I can’t seem to swallow down. They’re happy to have me here now, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they want me to stay for the next two years. Frankly, the apartment behind the shop just isn’t big enough for that. So I’ll be looking for a new place—it’s only a matter of time. But could I really move that far away? Even Mason seems like a long way to drive for classes.

  You’ll do anything for the people you love.

  The thought flashes across my mind and heat spikes across my cheeks. My hands tremble above the keyboard. Is that what this is?

  I can’t deny it, not even in the privacy of my own mind. The truth about why this is so hard to consider—even though I badly want to move on with my life and start a career I can be proud of—is because I’ve fallen in love.

  With Jett. With Hunter. With both of them, together, and there’s nothing that could change my mind about it. I know it as firmly as I know the sky is blue.

  Jett’s hands glide across my shoulders, and I reach up and slam the laptop shut. “I’m going to get the pizza,” he murmurs into my ear. “You want to ride along?”

  I reach up with one hand and pull him down so I can press my lips against his. “Go in ten minutes,” I whisper. “I need you both right now.”

  21

  Hunter

  “Are you going to come back from your lunch break?” I call out the words into the apartment and scare the shit out of Grace, who jumps up from the couch like she’s been caught red-handed at something much naughtier than looking at Jett’s laptop, which is all that she’s been doing. But by the blush spreading across her cheeks, it’s something illicit she’s been looking at. And I know what it is.

  College enrollment pages from MCC.

  For some reason, she’s become cagey about it over the last couple of weeks.

  “Yes. Yes, I’m coming right now.”

  I freeze, then bound across the room toward her and scoop her up into my arms. She’s lean and toned and practically weightless in my muscled arms, and she giggles as I nuzzle my nose across her cheek. “Snap out of it,” I tell her, then kiss her firmly on the lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

  With a little sigh that I’ve grown to crave, she opens her mouth, letting me in, and her body relaxes. “Mmm. Hunter, you can’t.”

  “I can do anything I want. Including extending your lunch break. You’re being a very bad employee, you know.”

  “But Jett—”

  I roll my eyes, grinning at her, and put her back down on the floor. “Are you looking at those admissions requirements again?”

  Grace looks sheepish, reaching up nervously to smooth out her blonde ponytail. “Of course I was. And then I lost track of time.”

  “You don’t have to hide it, you know.”

  She grimaces. “It feels so wrong.”

  I raise my eyebrows at her. “Mason’s only twenty minutes away. You don’t have to worry so much about it. We can go take a look this weekend, if you want. On Sunday afternoon not much is likely to be open in terms of buildings, but you’ve been in a classroom before, right?”

  She sighs a little. “Yeah. And I want to go. It’s just…” Her voice trails off, and my heart beats faster. The way she’s looking at me, with those blue eyes all liquid lust, is making it hard to control the massive erection currently taking up half my attention. No, seventy-five percent. No— “It’s just that it seems like such an inconvenience.”

  I give her the sternest expression I can, which probably isn’t very stern. “You can’t work behind the counter at the shop forever, Grace. You’re too smart for that.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest, and the defiant look on her face makes me want to take her over my knee. That’s not something I’ve wanted to do with many women, other than Grace, but I bet she’d like a good spanking every once in a while. “You’re smart, and you work in the shop.”

  “I wasn’t smart enough to get good grades in high school and go to a four-year college,” I shoot back. “You have great grades. And yeah, everybody loves you—” My voice hitches a little bit over the word, but I plow ahead. “But you’d be wasting your life if you spent it with us.” Her face falls, slipping into a heartbreaking frown, and I hustle to cover up what I just said. My heart is in my fucking throat. “Working in the shop. You’re destined for better things, gorgeous.”

  It’s true, too. She has a knack for working with people, but the ease with which she’s taken over the back-of-house work tells me that she could do anything she set her mind to. Cure cancer, even.

  “Fine,” she says, and then lets out a yawn.

  “I think we kept you up too late last night.” I grin just from remembering last night. Jett and I set up a little contest to see who could make her come more times, and we ended in a tie—and with Grace sprawled out naked on my bed, soaking wet, breasts heaving, her face a mask of pleasure.

  She sticks her tongue out at me, and I cup my hand under her chin and look her in the eye. “You’re not only late from your lunch break, you’re being very naughty.”

  The door slams open behind us, but I don’t release her. “Is that gorgeous girl giving you trouble?” Jett’s voice rings out from behind us, and I narrow my eyes and play along.

  “So much trouble.”

  “What should we do about it?”

  There’s a zip as he undoes his jeans, and then he’s standing beside me. Grace widens her eyes. “You can start with this.” Jett’s voice is a low growl, and Grace looks up at me for permission. I let go of her chin with a nod, and she drops to her knees, opening wide to take in Jett’s cock in her mouth. I let her lick up and down his shaft, taking in more and more of him, for a good while before I cut in.

  “No. No, this isn’t enough.” I drop my pants and sit back onto the sofa, tossing aside the laptop in the process. “Over my knee.”

  Grace actually gasps, but there’s a glint in her eye as she scrambles to obey me, her hips pressing into my leg. “Don’t be late coming back from lunch, gorgeous.” I tug her shorts down to her knees, only to discover that her panties—sky blue—are already soaked between the legs. I yank them down with a quick jerk and rub my hand over the creamy flesh of her ass. “And don’t tell me that you can’t become anything you want. You’re going to college, beautiful girl.” There’s an ache in my throat when I say the words, but Grace only nods, tensing across my lap. “Are you ready to be punished for being so bad?”

  “Yes,” she breathes, and then I bring my hand down on one of her cheeks, a red handprint blooming. Grace squeals, raising a knuckle to her mouth, and spreads her legs wider. Jett sits down next to me, lifting her legs over his lap as well, and then his fingers are in her wetness as I bring my hand down again, making a matching handprint on her other che
ek.

  “If you’re going to take a break this long,” I say between strokes, watching Grace’s ass redden and her juices drip between her legs, “you invite us.”

  “I will,” she gasps. “I promise.”

  Then she comes, hips bucking, for the first time since this morning.

  22

  Grace

  For the rest of the day, my ass cheeks are hot and throbbing underneath my shorts, and I have to keep thinking of college and grades and courses to force my mind away from what happened over lunch.

  Which was so sexy that I can hardly help myself.

  Hunter and Jett, punishing me, putting me in my place…oh, I want it in so many more ways than that one. My bottom cheeks are still glowing from Hunter’s thick hand coming down on me. It’s not something we’ve discussed in the past, but holy shit, I loved it. It makes me blush even more to think of myself bent over his knee, ass offered up to him, my protector, my encourager—and then Jett’s fingers working a dark magic, pressing into my channel...

  How can I ever leave them?

  My soul is shaken by the thought of moving away to attend State, which would be the logical next step. Hunter believes in me. And to be fair, I have totally revamped their system at the shop, making it much more efficient to process invoices and keep jobs on track. I’ve put together a new method for answering and logging calls, and I have a guy coming from the local computer store next week to help me set up a system that will be all digital—no more scribbled notes and lost bills.