Their Secret

by Cassandra Dee

  Because how can I explain to my shareholders I’ve fallen for a man and a woman? Who does this in real life?

  Not CEOs of Fortune 500 companies.

  Not billionaires who are supposed to embody corporate values.

  Trust me, there ain’t no corporation that would condone this.

  After all, I wasn’t in any kind of threesome. I was sneaking around with my stepdaughter and my therapist.

  Holy shit. Talk about atom bombs. Hiroshima and Nagasaki would be leveled simultaneously if this ever got it.

  Because it’s the end of my career for sure. Not just that, but my reputation.

  Again, who does this? Criminals, that’s who. Not upstanding businessmen like myself.

  Fuck.

  But Mason’s different. He has just as much at stake, what with his psychotherapy license. So what the hell is he thinking?

  But I can honestly say that I don’t think he gives a single shit. The alpha is just one of those guys. Since college he’s been free from the judgements of others, happy to do what feels best to him, whatever that may be, fuck the consequences.

  But I’m not like that. I plan things out and consider all possibilities before making a step in any direction. I do my research and make calculated risks. It’s what’s made me so successful, after all. But for whatever reason, I’ve refused to listen to that voice in my head when it comes to Mona and Mason.

  Shit.

  And then to show up at the bar and see Mona. My God, my stepdaughter is so sexy. Because to pre-empt further damage, I’ve been avoiding the female. Her allure is too strong. I can’t stand the way Mona sashays around in those giant t-shirts, like she owns the damn place.

  Does she even know?

  Does she know the t-shirts are practically transparent?

  Does she know that the hem skims her thighs, almost showing her pussy?

  Shit. That girl wants to drive me mad.

  But avoiding Mason has been tougher. Unlike Mona, he’s aggressive. And even when I expressed hesitation about what we were doing, Mason successfully talked me out of breaking things off. He’s fucking charismatic, the man could charm the pants off a snake.

  But simultaneously, I can’t ignore the fact that I’m happy for the first time in a long time. Life had been fucking dark and depressing when Kathy left with our pool boy. It’s humiliating right? Especially the day after our wedding.

  Fuck.

  So I regularly stayed late at work to avoid my cold bed, choosing to slave until midnight rather than sleeping alone.

  Now, it’s all different.

  The office has no allure.

  I just want to see Mona and Mason, my cock stiff half the day.

  Shit, this is crazy. I need help, but who’s going to help me when the situation is so fucked up? It’s like I’ve lost my mind, common sense flying out the window.

  But Mason. That guy is a piece of work. Because he had the nerve to tell me the world isn’t black and white. According to him, we can choose and love whomever we want. His use of the L-word was a big shock to me, frankly. Mason seems like the kind of guy that sleeps around, doing what he wants.

  Love?

  No way.

  Not him.

  But sure enough, the blonde man spoke seriously, blue eyes fierce. So my mind whirled.

  Could he possibly love me? I want to be loved by him, but being vulnerable is difficult to say the least. It goes against what I’ve always done. I’m an alpha, for fuck’s sake – I’m not some pussy who falls in love at the drop of a hat. That’s for teen girls and fairy tales, and unfortunately, real life is a lot more harsh.

  But at the same time, I feel something, for sure. There’s emotion stirring in my chest for both the billionaire and the sweet virgin. It’s complicated. On the one hand, I can’t be feeling these things. But on the other, how do I stop something like this?

  Mona: Nubile yet kind, with the big brown eyes.

  Mason: Persuasive as sin, with the body of a warrior.

  And when Mason and I got to the hotel bar, everything changed. What was supposed to be a simple conversation between the two of us shifted into something completely different when we saw Mona sitting at that bar. As always, we were drawn to the beautiful thing, unable to resist.

  Because she’s the perfect addition to our relationship. Mason and I are like two tigers, the sex rough and fierce, powerful alphas dueling non-stop.

  The addition of Mona changes that dynamic. She’s sweetness and light, plus a deliciously dirty body. It’s no longer two gladiators nude, grappling on the ground as they do hard anal. Instead, with Mona there’s fluidity, my heart opening in a different way to accommodate sweetness and light, expanding to encompass the universe.

  In short, my stepdaughter takes things to the next level.

  She’s incandescent.

  Amazing.

  Giving and true.

  And shit, but Mason is a motherfucker. He put a keycard to the hotel suite on the table, knowing that Mona wouldn’t be able to stay away. I watched her eyes, and from the second those caramel pools met ours, I knew that she’d come.

  Seated on the sofa across from Mason, I take a sip of my whiskey, staring at the door as we wait impatiently. The air is fucking tense, filled with crackling electricity.

  Because my cock is stiff and aching, curious to see how all of this will go. As badly as I want the female, there needs to be some type of conversation and understanding between the three of us.

  It’s the right thing to do.

  But of course, Mace is already off to the races.

  “I want to suck you,” his rough words grab my attention, the blonde man staring me down.

  “Yeah?”

  “Hell yeah,” he growls. “I’ll make you come before she gets here,” Mason says. There’s the gleam of challenge in his eyes.

  My manhood twitches, and Mason smirks slightly. Then the alpha stands before slowly walking towards me.

  “What do you think?” my man growls seductively, tilting his hips up, showing me that erection.

  “What do you mean, what do I think?” is my hoarse rasp. Shit, that bulge is in my face, saliva pouring into my mouth. I can smell the musky scent of his balls, the deep spice that indicates aroused male.

  Suddenly, we’re interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Mace isn’t even embarrassed. Sliding a slow finger across my lips, he smirks before striding across the room to answer.

  Oh shit, oh shit.

  What the hell is going on?

  Because I was gonna give in. I was going to do whatever Mason wanted.

  But now, we’re onto the next chapter.

  And after what feels like an eternity, Mona steps into the hotel room. She looks like an angel in a tight dress that stretches over her round, curvy body. High heels lengthen her legs, making my mouth water. I can tell the brunette’s uncomfortable in the stilettos by the way she’s walking, but her smile is enough to ignite a storm of desire in my body. She comes closer and my chest chokes up at the incredible sight of her ass through that thin material.

  “Hey Mona,” Mason grunts, breaking the silence.

  “Good evening,” she answers in a soft voice, eyes wide and shining.

  “We weren’t sure if you’d show up,” I lie. Naw, we knew she’d be here.

  “Oh?” Mona bites her lip and flushes and suddenly I know she’s wrestling with the same demons.

  Because my stepdaughter is smart. She knows what we’re doing is off the charts rancid. I’m married to her mother for crying out loud, and this entire situation is uncalled for and inappropriate. I’ve taken my stepdaughter’s virginity – and worse, I ordered my friend to fuck her, too.

  But just thinking of that tight pussy wrapped tightly around my cock makes my legs go numb. I want her so bad that I can practically taste those sweet juices on my tongue. Yeah, we need to talk, but with this delectable girl in front of me, there’s only one thing on my mind.

  Shit. I’m so sc
rewed.

  But Mona is moral and balanced, and shamefully, the virgin is the one who puts us on the straight and narrow.

  “Why are we here?” comes that melodious voice. She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side. Mona’s trying to be confident and cocky, but if anything her pose just makes her look more inexperienced than ever. “What’s going on?”

  “We need to talk,” I say firmly. “All three of us. The conversation’s gonna be difficult, for sure. But it’s the right thing to do. We need to find a way to figure out exactly what’s going on.

  I shock myself with the declaration. I do want to discuss our future, but what are the chances that we’re going to find a reasonable balance or solution? Because the answer’s clear. What we have is wrong, and it has to stop now.

  But then Mason intervenes, ever the smooth operator.

  “Mona, what do you want?” he asks, voice calm. Oh shit, his dick is up, but that face remains impassive. This dude is a professional.

  Mona swallows nervously.

  “I want to know what’s going on. I feel very much in the dark and it’s scary,” she admits in a low voice, almost inaudible. “And just because you two are older isn’t an excuse to keep me out.”

  But Mason smiles, flashing those whites.

  “We’re not ignoring you, sweetheart. I enjoy your company,” he rumbles. “Very much.”

  A trembling smile curves those lips.

  “I like your company too,” Mona replies hesitantly.

  So what next? Where are we going with this? Do we march off into the sunset now, friends forever? What the fuck is going on?

  But Mason takes control then.

  “Honey, I get it,” he rumbles, expression intense. “I know you want solid answers or promises, but I don’t know that I can work that way,” he continues. “Mostly I just want to have a good time. I want to explore both of you.”

  Oh good, we’re back on the right track. But suddenly, the conversation takes a left turn because Mona’s eyes grow wide.

  “So… you two…” she gasps, gesturing between Mason and me with her index finger.

  Oh shit, oh shit. Right. The girl didn’t know.

  But Mason’s on it.

  “Yeah,” he grunts roughly, and Mona’s flush deepens to a crimson red.

  “Does that shock you?” I narrow my eyes at Mona. “Be honest.”

  Mona hesitates, swaying a little on her unsteady heels. “Um, I don’t know,” she says. “It’s a surprise, for sure, because I never thought you’d be interested in another man. But it’s not like I have a problem with it,” she adds quickly. “I’m totally open to anything so long as it’s love.”

  Love?

  What the hell is that?

  FML. Because we’re not talking about love here.

  We’re talking about a quick fuck, or at best some type of short-term rendezvous.

  So what the hell is my stepdaughter thinking?

  And I see Mason’s eyes flash. Oh yeah, the alpha knows my concern. He’s not in this for love either. But instead of shutting her down, that handsome face is open and considerate.

  “Do you think there is a way for all of us to be together somehow?” Mason asks, voice rough.

  What?

  What the hell is my buddy thinking? This isn’t about love. Has he lost his marbles?

  But the two of them are on a different wavelength.

  “Is that what you want?” Mona asks Mason softly.

  Mason thinks it over. Or at least he appears to think it over. Because then the man nods, blue eyes fierce.

  “I want to find a way for us to be together,” comes that possessive growl. “All of us,” he says, shooting me a meaningful look that makes my heart thump.

  But I just hope he means be together in the physical sense. Because Mona deserves better than us, so there’s no way my man can be serious. He can’t drag an eighteen year-old girl into the cesspool of our life. Fuck. That’s fucked up, even I wouldn’t do that.

  But Mona nods breathlessly, face alight with happiness.

  “I haven’t been able to think of anything but you two since last night,” she confesses. “If there’s a way we can continue, it would be wonderful to explore, if that’s okay?” she asks with a hopeful expression.

  Oh shit. This woman is so beautiful. Unbelievably sincere and romantic, and I can’t let her get caught up in this sordid affair. She’s thinking about rainbows and flowers, and Mason’s egging her on. What the fuck?

  Because I don’t want the brunette’s first relationship to be this. Fuck! I don’t want her to even think of this as a “relationship.” It’s just a quick nothing before she goes off to school. Teen girls deserve better than this.

  So quickly, my mouth opens.

  “You mean a lot to me, sweetheart. I’ve watched you grow up, and it’s been a pleasure.”

  The brunette looks pleased. She smiles at me and the look in those soft brown eyes almost breaks my heart.

  But I have to do it.

  “That said, this is wrong. You, me and him,” I say, jerking my head at Mason, “are wrong. We’re related, honey, even if not by blood. And this motherfucker?” I grunt, jerking a thumb at the blonde man. “He shouldn’t even be here. A therapist? Please, this guy deserves to lose his license.”

  Mace steps in then, expression neutral even if his voice has a warning edge.

  “And so? That’s my decision,” is his cool reply. “You don’t make those choices for me.”

  I gape at the man before snapping my mouth shut.

  “You’d put your license at risk? Are you fucking kidding me? You’d lose your way of life, man. This has to stop.”

  But Mace has always walked to the beat of his own drum. The blonde alpha shrugs, big body relaxed.

  “Again, we have different tolerances for risk. You seem pretty averse to taking chances. But me?” he asks, shooting a sly smile. “I’m open to trying it, so long as it’s real.”

  My eyes practically bug out. That’s the problem. This isn’t real. This is a short-term nothing that we fell into without an eye on the future.

  So I growl then, brows drawn with warning.

  “Exactly,” is my harsh reply. “This ain’t real. You know that. We all know that. Hell, anyone with half a brain knows that. Are you fucking insane?” I glare at Mason, blue eyes snapping. “Have you lost your mind?”

  Because I don’t care how handsome or charming this motherfucker is. He’s off the reservation at this point, completely fucking bananas.

  But Mace is unperturbed.

  “Come here sweetheart,” he gestures to Mona. “Come to Daddy.”

  What the fuck? We weren’t done talking.

  And what is up with this Daddy shit? He’s not her Daddy, I am. And besides, the terminology is so fucking perverted.

  But in a flash, Mona’s by his side, that curvy form standing beside the bed. And Mason doesn’t hesitate. One big hand reaches forwards, gently sliding up Mona’s thigh.

  Oh shit. She’s so creamy and beautiful. Instantly, the brunette’s head falls back and a long moan escapes that luscious mouth as Mason reaches her sweet spot.

  “Oh,” is her soft cry, eyes closed with ecstasy. “Oh god!”

  Of course, my buddy knows exactly what he’s doing.

  “Tell me this is wrong,” Mason challenges, our eyes locked as he touches our beautiful girl. “Tell me to stop.”

  But that’s the problem. I can’t say the words. Not when temptation is right before me. Not when my best friend is fingering Mona with my cock aching to join in.

  And in a flash, I’m next to the couple.

  “Kiss me,” is my harsh command. And without hesitation, the girl lifts her lips to mine, and my hands drop to her ass, massaging her deeply. The skirt of her dress rides up to her waist and I groan, feeling bare thighs rubbing against my own.

  As the sensation pumps through me, I move my hands up Mona’s body, resting in her hair when I grab two fis
tfuls of her dark curls. God, the female is so sexy, and she tastes so good.

  “I’ll get her wet for you,” Mason growls then.

  And before I can realize what’s happening, his face is planted in her ass as Mona screams in my ear. Mason is licking and sucking that anus while I watch her face contort as she struggles to deal with the vibrations.

  “Oh, baby, I want to see you come,” I rasp, hoping to watch her climax from such a close distance.

  “Let me feel you, Gray,” she moans, her body grinding sensually against my cock. I’m so turned on that my shaft wants to explode, but nothing can keep me from watching Mona.

  “Yes! Yes! Right there!” She calls out, arching her back and licking her lips as the orgasm rips through her.

  “Give me that climax, Mona. Then I’ll fuck you,” I growl in her ear.

  To my surprise, she grips my face on both sides and pulls me to her before kissing me so roughly that I feel her teeth against my lips and tongue as our lips move together in a passionate frenzy.

  “Mmm,” I groan, savoring the taste of her while still gripping her hip with one hand.

  Her body jerks forward, and my hand leaps to Mason’s head. Something about it is sexy to me, and I tug his hair, massaging his scalp, while he laps Mona’s clit with a dangerous precision.

  “Oh!” Mona screams. “Fuck!”

  “Watch your mouth, baby girl,” I growl, tugging her dress down until it rips open and her breasts pop out.

  ”My dress,” Mona says, gasping for air. She tries to cover her breasts but I take her hands away and stare greedily. It’s funny to me that she’s just had the ride of her life and now she’s suddenly embarrassed about her gorgeous tits.

  “I’ll buy you another,” I promise before dipping my head to her chest and nipping at the soft flesh.

  Rotating my head, I draw circles around her nipple with my tongue before taking the erect skin into my mouth and gently biting down until Mona screams and pulls my short hair.

  “Are you ready to come?” I ask.

  “Yes!” Mona whimpers, nodding up and down. Her big brown eyes are pleading with me for release.