Triple Daddies

by Madison Faye

  I moaned, clawing at his desk and feeling another climax about to explode through my body.

  “Is that understood?” he growled, hammering his words home with his cock filling me to the hilt.

  “Yes, sir,” I gasped, my whole world about to shatter. “Please.”

  “Please what, Ms. Carlson,” he groaned into my ear, his cock a blur as he drove himself in and out of my dripping slit.

  “Please come in me!”

  The words are what did it, I think. It was my submissive begging for his cum that shoved me over the edge of my final climax, sending me reeling and screaming as the orgasm tore through me.

  Prince Luke roared, grabbing my waist tight and driving his cock as deep as he could. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me, and I cried out as I felt his hot sticky cum explode deep inside of me.

  I was trembling, barely able to even suck in a breath of air as he slowly came to a stop. He moved us, turning us both over onto our sides right there on his huge wooden desk in his royal office.

  His cock stayed firmly inside of me.

  I panted in my aftershocks, feeling his powerful arms wrap around me and pull me tight, his hands soothing my skin. He was also still completely hard inside of me.

  We lay there for a while, just finding our breaths and waiting for pulses to come back to a normal level. Slowly, he withdrew, and helped me up from the desk.

  “And what do you think you’re doing?”

  I trembled at his words in my ear, his body pressing against mine from behind as I’d been reaching for my clothes.

  “Oh, I—”

  I frowned, looking down and doing everything I could to ignore the thought that was roaring to get free.

  …The thought that knew that hadn’t just been mind-blowing sex. The thought that knew that’d felt a whole lot like something more.

  But that was an absurd, silly, naive thought, and I knew it. Luke was a prince after all, and gorgeous, and rich, and powerful, and had a cock molded from a god's. And in all likelihood, he’d done this to a long, storied string of “personal assistants.”

  I just happened to be the newest one.

  It stung a little, but I knew it had to be the case. And with that, I knew it was time to leave now.

  “I just thought I’d be—”

  “Going?”

  He turned me in his arms, his brow furrowing as he looked down into my eyes. A small smirk teased the corners of his lips.

  “You think I do this all the time, don’t you?”

  I blushed at his guessing my thoughts, rolling my eyes a little.

  I shrugged, forcing a small smile. “You’re a prince, after all,” I said quietly. “Rich, and powerful, and gorgeous, and—”

  “Gorgeous, huh?”

  He grinned, and I stumbled over my words, biting my lip as I grinned back.

  “You know what I mean, I just assume this—”

  “Ms. Carlson,” he said quietly, his big arms wrapping tight around me as he pulled me tight to his hard, chiseled, warm body.

  “Let me assure you that fucking my personal assistant across my desk in my royal office is something I’ve never done.”

  A smile teased his lips again as he saw the surprise in my eyes.

  “Do you know who my PA was before you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Leon.”

  I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth in embarrassment.

  “Solid, loyal subject. Terrible personal assistant. I would assume fucking him on top of my desk would be far less enjoyable, though I can promise I’ve got no actual experience to say that with certainty.

  I laughed again, melting against him. The glow teased through me as I looked up into his eyes, suddenly seeing him in a whole new light. He wasn’t just the hard, dominant, sex god who’d just rocked my whole world. He was also endearing, and soft, and warm, and funny, and tender.

  “So, to you thinking you’d ‘just leave,’ let me just say ‘not a fucking chance.’” he purred into my lips, leaning down and kissing me deeply.

  “You’re mine now.”

  My pulse thudded as I swallowed, the heat coursing through me.

  “Yours.”

  “Mine,” he growled. “Now. I think I’ve got a private bathroom and a shower wall that’s begging me to fuck you against it.”

  9

  Victor

  I made those two assholes come to me the next time. Hell, we all had private jets at our disposal, and it’s not like South Revania was exactly a far trip from West or North.

  And besides, this was important.

  Micah and I heard what happened with Luke and Julia on her first and second day working as his PA. Shit, we’d have to been blind to not see that happening from a mile away. In any case, he called us both on conference call and told us the whole thing after their day in his office.

  I’m not going to lie — what I’d felt when he’d told me was jealousy. Green, evil, tearing jealousy. And that was why my two best friends had flown to my palace for dinner that night, to hash the shit out. Because no woman had ever come between us. No woman had ever meant enough to any of us that we wanted her for our own.

  Julia changed that, and that meant we needed to settle this.

  We’d stuck to neutral topic while we’d eaten — just bullshitting about sports, some vanilla political talk, and some new crazy shit we’d just heard about going on in the kingdom of Lorne — something about their Captain of the guard claiming the goddamn royal Princess as his bride.

  None of us had the details of that yet, but I’d made a note to call my contacts in Lorne the next day.

  So, yeah, we’d avoided Julia talk during dinner, but after, in my study, it was time to bite the bullet.

  Luke sighed, putting his drink down on the table of my study and toying with the glass.

  “You can’t have her to yourself, Luke,” Micah said quietly, sipping his scotch.

  “I know that,” our friend muttered, looking away.

  “You sure?”

  His eyes snapped to mine.

  “Would you like me to repeat myself?”

  “Easy,” I growled. “C’mon, brother, you know why we’re all here.”

  He sighed, shaking his head.

  “Sorry, yeah. I know. I just…”

  He didn’t finish, but he didn’t have to. We knew what he was thinking cause we were too.

  Julia.

  Julia who’d fallen into all three of our lives in different ways and hooked us bad.

  “We feel the same about her as you do, Luke,” Micah said. “Look, man, I know you saw her first and all, but c’mon.” He shook his head. “You can’t blame us.”

  “I know,” Luke growled, picking his glass back up and sipping it deeply. “Fuck,” he muttered.

  “This is a problem,” I nodded.

  We’d shared girls bodies before, but nothing like this. Nothing where it meant anything close to what this meant. This was different and we knew it.

  Luke glanced up at Micah, and then at me. “The other issue here is the Club. I know none of us want to talk about that little detail, but it’s unavoidable.”

  “Agreed,” Micah nodded.

  “She saw my Club tattoo the other day, I know it. She didn’t say anything, but I saw the way her eyes went wide when she did, which means she’s seen both of yours and is putting it together.”

  Almost subconsciously, my hand reached across my chest and rubbed my shoulder, where the ink I’d received upon membership to the Triple Crown Club lived.

  “Fuck it,” I shook my head, my jaw tight. “Fuck it, let her see.”

  Luke shot daggers at me with his eyes.

  “No, not a chance. We’re not bringing her to that place?”

  “And why not?” I shot back.

  “Because.”

  “Vic has a point, brother,” Micah growled. “Let her see. It’s a part of who we are, and showing her rather than letting her make her own assumptions is a bette
r idea.”

  “She can use her imagination.”

  Micah narrowed his eyes at Luke.

  “You know you can’t keep her, Luke.”

  Luke growled into his drink.

  “We feel the same fucking way as you man,” I said quietly, meeting my friend’s eye. “How you felt, when you found out it was her we’d been with that night without you there? Well, guess fucking what, it’s what we’ve been feeling after hearing about your day with her. Look, this is why we’re here, okay? This can not change who we are as friends, that I think we can agree on.”

  Luke nodded without hesitation.

  “Absolutely. Look, I don’t want this to come between us.” He met my eye, before looking at Micah. “I just…”

  He trailed off, and the room went quiet.

  “What if she was all of ours,” Micah said in the silence. “Look, there was something there between the three of us that first night, and clearly, there’s something between you and her too.” He shrugged. “It’s not like we’ve never shared before.”

  “This is different,” I said slowly, looking at Luke. “I’ll grant that. Sharing more than just a night with a passing fancy is new territory for us. But, we’re close as brothers, and we all want the other two to be happy, right?”

  They nodded.

  “So maybe it’d be something she’d be into.”

  “Unless it totally freaks her out.”

  Luke and I both chuckled at Micah’s words.

  “Unless that,” I muttered, raising my glass in a mock toast before looking at Luke.

  “The two of us are already there, brother.” I glanced at Micah to see him nodding in agreement. “But you…” I shrugged. “Could you?”

  Luke met my eye, his face rigid.

  “For her? Absolutely. With you two, yeah, of course.”

  I glanced at Micah, and he nodded. “It’s her decision, but yes, sharing her heart with you two I could do.”

  They both turned to me, and I nodded. “Yes, of course.”

  We grinned at each other, taking deep breaths before clinking glasses across the table.

  “So,” Luke took a sip of his drink. “Now what?”

  I nodded slowly. “Now, I say we bring her to the Club and let her see for herself.”

  Luke whistled. “It might freak her out.”

  “It might, but it also might give her an idea. Let her see what being with all three of us will mean.”

  Micah nodded slowly. “Think she’s ready?”

  “Yes,” Luke answered instantly before glancing warily at both of us.

  “The question is, are we?”

  10

  Micah

  She was speechless for a minute — a full fucking minute — after Luke finished speaking.

  Fuck I’d missed being around her. I hadn’t seen her since that night with Vic, and almost a week later, not being near her had been giving me fucking headaches and kept me from sleeping. She was like air I’d learned to breathe, and without her, I was gasping for more.

  We were in Luke’s office — her sitting in a chair across from the three of us on one of his sofas. A few days go, being here in the room where Luke had claimed her would have brought up all sorts of shit inside of me. But now, the three of us had buried that ax. We’d come to the only logical conclusion when it came to all three of us and our obsession with Julia.

  She’d be all of ours, or no ones, and that choice would be hers.

  So, now, being in this room and glancing at my friend’s desk where he’d made her come and scream for more didn’t fill me with confusion and jealousy.

  Fuck, it made me hard.

  “All three of you.”

  They were appropriate first words after three guys tell you they all want to be with you, together, equally. The three of us nodded.

  “Yes,” Luke said quietly. “Look, I understand this sounds insane, and I understand if you’re worried, or freaked out. But we all felt something with you. Something we weren’t looking for and something we’re not even sure what to do with. But I know being away from you, and not being with you isn’t something any of us are prepared to do.”

  “I know you felt what we’re talking about, Julia,” Victor said, his voice low and tense as he sat forward on his seat. “I know you felt it with Micah and I, and I know you felt it again with Luke.”

  Her face flushed, and I watched as her eyes darted from one to the next, to the next.

  “How would this work?”

  She wasn’t saying no.

  “However you want it to work,” I said. “Honestly, this is new territory or us too. But I swear, we’ll do everything in our considerable power to make this work, if you choose to.”

  Julia smiled at me, and fuck did I want to close the distance between us, kiss her fiercely and claim her right here and now.

  But she had to say yes first. Again, we’d decided it would be all or nothing. She’d have all three of us, or none.

  “Can I ask a question first?”

  We nodded.

  “What are your tattoos?”

  The three of us froze, glancing at each other.

  “The crowns, I mean.” She shrugged. “Look, if this…well, whatever this could be is going to be a thing, I don’t want to step into it with shadows hanging over it. I mean the scales are already way slanted. You’re princes, for God’s sake, and I’m just—”

  “Our everything,” Vic said quietly.

  Julia blushed, biting back her grin.

  I could have fucking hugged Vic.

  I glanced at my friends, both of them nodding at me, before I turned back to Julia.

  Fuck it. Cards on the table time.

  “There’s a club.”

  I watched her cheeks turn red as her eyes went wide. Clearly, she’d heard the rumor.

  “Julia, if we tell you this…” I shook my head. “This is the biggest secret we have.”

  “It’s okay, really,” she said softly. “Look, forget it, you don’t—”

  “We want to, actually. I— we want you to know everything, and this is something you should know.”

  Julia nodded, her eyes locked on mine.

  “It’s called the Triple Crown Club, and I’m betting by your look that you’ve heard the rumors.”

  She nodded again.

  “They aren’t rumors,” Luke growled.

  I sighed. “I don’t know how it started, but it’s been around for awhile now. It’s a place without a place — the location changes all the time with only members being in the know as to where it is. It’s a place for the rich, wealthy royal elite to play, with an emphasis on…” I glanced at my three friends before turning back to her, seeing her waiting with bated breath.

  “Sharing,” I growled.

  Julia swallowed, her teeth raking over her bottom lip.

  “Three crowns,” Vic said, his voice steely.

  “One beauty,” Luke finished.

  Her eyes went wide, and she slowly nodded as the heat bloomed through her cheeks and down her neck.

  “You’re members.”

  We nodded.

  “Oh,” she looked down. “So, you’ve been there, together, with…”

  She trailed off, her brow furrowing as she looked away.

  Fuck.

  The three of us were up and over to her in half a second, all three of us pulling her into us. I kissed her first, soothing that worry in her face with my lips, before I pulled away. Vic was next, his hand cupping her jaw as he kissed her deeply. Luke paused, his eyes searching hers before he moved in, claiming her mouth as well.

  “It’s been empty,” I growled. “Us being members. It’s been meaningless, to the point where we don’t know why we joined.”

  “We won’t lie to you,” Vic said, his hand moving to hers. “Sharing is something that comes naturally to us.” He grinned. “I think you saw that the other night with Micah and me.”

  Her cheeks burned hot, and something fierce burned in her eyes
as she glanced up at him and then me.

  “But the ‘one night’ thing isn’t for us. It never has been. The whole ‘no names, no faces’ shit is just…”

  He shook his head before he looked up into her face.

  “I like knowing your name, Julia,” he said quietly. “I like knowing your face, and I fucking like you knowing ours.”

  He leaned in and kissed her again, Luke moving in to kiss her neck before taking his turn with her lips. I went after, savoring her tongue and feeling the hint of her moan set something alive inside of me.

  “We want to bring you there.”

  She drew back at my words, but I took her hand in mine, lacing my fingers with hers.

  “We want to show you what it is, so you know that part of us.”

  Her eyes went wide. “You can do that?”

  “We can. Though the female guests are usually chosen and invited by members anonymously, no one has to know that we’ve, well, that we’ve had this discussion.”

  She paused for a moment, eyes darting between us again like she was taking this in. And again, it was a lot to take in.

  “Okay,” she finally said, slowly. “Yes to going to this club, you guys just better never leave my side when we’re there.”

  “Not a fucking chance we would” Luke growled.

  “And for the main question,” she bit her lip and turned to me, and this time it was her that closed the distance and kissed me first. She moved to Luke, and then Vic, doing the same. I watched her face flush more and more, and her breath come more and more halting before she finally pulled back.

  “I know it’s all of you or none of you, and I…” She blushed. “I felt it too. I felt it with all of you, and having to pick one — as if I was going to be the one picking a Prince — has been eating at me.”

  “So that’s a yes,” Vic growled.

  She swallowed. “That’s a big probably for now, if that’s okay?” Her brow worried. “Can I see what this all means, at the club, and tell you afterwards? Look, I get if that’s a big annoying thing, it’s just that there’s so many emotions going through my head right now, and it’s all so confusing to feel what I feel for each of you at the same time, so I just—”