Twice Taken: An MFM Romance

by Chloe Lane

  It’s just not the same without her, and I hate it.

  I’ve been trying to shut out the sensation that something is off since the day she moved to Mason, but it’s like a rattling engine. I can’t not hear it. I’m never going to stop hearing it.

  That jolts me upright. I’m never going to stop missing Grace. I’m never going to stop needing her like I need air to breathe.

  Hunter walks into the shop then, and there’s an emptiness in his eyes that I’m finally ready to admit that I’m feeling, too.

  “We have to do something.” He breaks the silence first.

  But I’m the first one in motion.

  32

  Grace

  I twist my brand new pen between my fingers, twirling the tip around, over and over again, the professor’s voice washing over me in a monotonous wave that hardly breaks the surface of my thoughts.

  It’s my first week enrolled in college.

  I finally made it.

  I’m here, and I’m starting my life, and somehow—somehow—it’s not making much of an impression.

  What is making an impression is Hunter.

  Hunter, along with Jett.

  My imagination moves between them, running up and down every muscled inch of their bodies, every sharp line of their faces, the way their hands moved on my skin.

  That electric touch.

  I can’t get enough of these thoughts.

  The moment my professor launched into a lecture on introductory economics, my attention started to waver. By the time he was five minutes into it, I was back in the apartment up behind the shop, taking in every inch of Jett, moving my hips in slow, languid circles until he bottoms out, Hunter’s fingers pushing into me from behind, stretching me, preparing me to accept him.

  My pussy is wet and hot between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together under my desk. I glance up at the presentation on the screen and scribble down a couple of disjointed words. But nothing about economics can distract me from thinking about my guys.

  My guys…who aren’t my guys anymore.

  I visited two weekends ago, and it was like slipping on a favorite shirt—warm and comfortable and absolutely right.

  That’s why I haven’t been back.

  It scared me, how right it was. It scared me, how much of a pull I felt to just abandon all of this—abandon school, abandon my new place, abandon my new freedom from having to think about Dale—and move back into that apartment, shove them each out of their beds on alternating nights, and spend my evenings getting the kind of pleasure I could only have experienced with them and giving back just as much.

  It makes me sick to be so wrong. I thought I could do both things—be with them and be in Mason—but it’s harder than I thought.

  Everything is harder than I thought.

  Everything was easier with Hunter and Jett. Their names float up into my mind and I can’t stop myself from picturing those explosive, unrelenting orgasms, Hunter’s fingers circling my clit, Jett’s playing with my hard nipples, the both of them thrusting inside me at once. I’ve never felt so full.

  I might never feel so full again.

  Their rough hands gliding over my skin, bending me forward, exposing me, worshipping me, punishing me, loving me—

  “Miss Robins?”

  The professor’s voice breaks into my thoughts like a rock breaking through a store window, and I jump a foot in the air. “Y-yes?”

  His face is flushed, and he’s looking at me like a creature from another planet. A hot blush runs down the back of my neck at the first glance around me. Everyone in the lecture hall is staring at me, heads swiveled toward me. In the back row, a guy snickers behind his hand.

  “Economics is an interesting subject, but let’s keep our thoughts firmly on the content I’m covering today, shall we?”

  What the hell did I do?

  With a shake of his head, the professor turns back to the presentation. A girl next to me—Mandy, I think her name was—leans over. “What’s on your mind?” She whispers, eyes dancing. “I’d be more into that than I am this stupid lecture.”

  “What did I do?” I whisper back, anxiety filling my chest.

  “You—” She stifles a giggle behind her hand. “You moaned a little. If you have some secret way of reading sexy stuff in class, I want in!”

  My face has to be beet red. Scarlet. The reddest red you’ve ever seen. I resist the urge to cover it with my hands.

  That’s it. I have to find a way around this. I have to find a balance. I know it’s stupid to think that I can have everything I’ve ever wanted, all at the same time, but I have to try. If I keep this up, I’m going to fail out of college, and that would be a horrendous waste after all it took to get here—all those late nights at the shop, saving up money for tuition, all the calls to the financial aid office, all the applications, all the decisions.

  But I want more than this. It might be selfish, but I need what I had with Hunter and Jett. I need them in my life. I need to pursue the dreams that I had when I was with them. The baby snuggled in my arms. The home where we can all be ourselves. The life that has room for all of our ambitions.

  When the professor dismisses the class, I get up without another look at any of my classmates. The first thing I have to do is call Hunter. He’s most likely to answer his phone.

  I burst out into the sunlight that’s been beating down on the sidewalk all day and sprint down the steps of the main MCC building, heart beating wildly in my chest. Where’s my phone? I bought a brand new one, for a fresh start, and it’s perpetually in the bottom of my purse. I look down to fumble for it, and that’s when I run headfirst into what feels like a solid wall of man and muscle.

  I gasp. I can’t help myself. Along with the August air, I suck in a spicy scent underscored by the kind of grease and hard work you can only find in an auto repair shop.

  “Hey, gorgeous girl.” Hunter’s voice drags my eyes up to his face.

  “You’re—you’re here!”

  He grins down at me. Jett steps out from behind him, his green eyes sparkling. “So this is college?”

  “This is it,” I say, before I can think of anything better. “But you—you guys—”

  “Here’s what we’ve decided.” Hunter’s voice is strong and steady. “We miss the hell out of you, Grace. Nothing is the same without you. We can’t do this anymore.”

  Something in my chest caves, blooming at the same time in a warmth and light that fills every inch of me. “I was thinking the same thing.” I bite my lip. “But I don’t know how—”

  “How’s this, for starters? You’re looking at the new owners of Mason Premium Auto Repair.” Jett sounds like he’s still in disbelief, and my jaw drops.

  “What?”

  Hunter makes a face. “Baker’s Ridge…it just wasn’t big enough for us anymore. We wanted a new challenge.”

  “But where—how—”

  “We’re still part owners of that shop.” Jett shrugs a little. “Enough to get us started on the new place. We open up officially next week. And we have…” He stops, darts a glance at Hunter. “You tell her the next part.”

  “We’ve got a house. It has four bedrooms.”

  Hunter’s words are the sweetest I’ve ever heard.

  “A house? You bought an entire house?”

  “We had some cash saved up.”

  I look from one of these perfect men to the other, and they’re both looking at me with hope…and love. The look in their eyes…it’s home.

  “Is one of them for me?”

  Hunter steps forward, scooping me into his arms. “You can have all the rooms, gorgeous girl. All you have to do is let us take you there.”

  I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him hard, then lean toward Jett, kissing him, too. I don’t care who sees.

  “Let’s get going!” I cry, my joy exploding outward like the dawn. “Take me home!”

  Epilogue

  Grace

  “You’re going
to be late for class, gorgeous girl.”

  Jett’s voice is a curl of heat in my ear, but it’s hard waking up. The bed is so deliciously soft, so deliciously supportive, and all the pillows I have stacked around me are in the perfect positions to keep me comfortable. Now that my belly is so huge, it’s no easy feat to be even slightly comfortable.

  I groan into one of those pillows. “Class is overrated.”

  “It’s the last day of the semester. You can’t miss that.” Hunter’s arm snakes around me from behind, his palm sliding over the smooth skin of my belly, kept soft by the two of them applying lotion over every inch of me, every single time I step out of the shower, kneeling on either side of me like I’m a goddess.

  I turn over onto my other side, nestling into the crook of Hunter’s arm while Jett presses the length of his hard body against my back. “It’s cold out there.”

  “We’ll drive you,” Jett murmurs in the darkness of the bedroom, the moonlight streaming through the window. It’s the middle of December, and everything is still pitch black at 7 a.m.

  “Why did you let me sign up for morning classes?”

  Hunter laughs, patting my belly. “I don’t think we planned on you being quite so…”

  “Gigantic? Useless?”

  “Beautifully pregnant this semester.”

  I smile into Hunter’s skin. “That was a surprise.”

  I thought the fatigue was just due to the heavy course load I decided to take last semester, but when my period didn’t start, I went to the drugstore and bought two tests. I know plenty of people in Mason now after living here for a year, but there’s more than one drugstore, unlike in Baker’s Ridge where there’s only one, and the cashier was a total stranger.

  “It was a great surprise,” Jett says, working his hands over my shoulders. If I try hard enough, I’ll be able to get Hunter to cave on school, but Jett—Jett is a real stickler. He always tells me that I’m going places, even though I know I’m not going to stray far from these two, ever again. Now that there’s a baby on the way, I’ve adjusted those plans. I’m going to take an online program through State once we’ve settled into a routine with the new little one. All my credits in environmental science will transfer over. I just have to decide on a final major.

  But for now, I’ve made all the decisions I need to make. Hunter and Jett wrap me lovingly in their arms, kissing up and down my bare skin, my bare breasts, before they carefully lift me out of the bed. My balance is so off these days, but they never let me slip, never let me fall.

  “No,” I groan. “I thought I could convince you to stay in bed.”

  “Let me make you a deal,” Jett says, as they move with me to the bathroom, which they’ve remodeled to feature a shower big enough for three. “You get your classes out of the way, and we’ll spend the rest of the evening in bed.”

  “Can we order in sushi?”

  “Anything you want, gorgeous girl.”

  “What about tomorrow? And the next day?”

  Hunter leans down and kisses my cheek. “They’re all yours, sweetheart. All yours.”

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  About Chloe Lane

  Chloe Lane is a shy mom from the midwest who just wants to have fun…and write filthy stories about dominant alpha men who are excellent in bed and the gorgeous, witty women who entrance them. Be prepared for sexy, over-the-top stories where dirty fantasies are the name of the game and there’s always a happily ever after.

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