Double Dirty Mountain Men: An MFM Menage Romance

by Parker Grey

  And in the light of day, they're both insanely good-looking. Even under layers of sweaters, I can tell.

  Plus, I can't stop thinking about last night, when Logan took his shirt off so casually before we both got into his bed. I think I laid there for half an hour, just knowing that he was next to me, his rippling muscles and chiseled torso inches from my fingers.

  I just kept thinking, what if I reached out, right now. What would happen?

  Then Knox walked in, and when he stripped down, he had an absolutely enormous erection. And then, this morning, when Logan rolled over in his sleep, spooning me? It felt like there was a baseball bat rubbing against me.

  I think I want Logan. But I also think I want Knox.

  And I know I can't have them both. Heck, I'm not even going to have one of them — even though they saved my life, they're almost total strangers, and I've never gotten past first base before.

  I can't just give up my virginity to a man I just met.

  Or two men, I think.

  My face flushes hot just at the thought, and I look down at my empty plate. I'm absolutely aching down there, and it makes me feel dirty.

  Probably just the hypothermia, I tell myself. Psychosis, remember? If that's even real.

  I look from Logan to Knox, both sitting across the table from me.

  I don't think it's psychosis.

  I help clean up the breakfast dishes, even though they try to get me to sit back down, but I insist. It's the least I can do after they've literally saved my life, after all.

  The snow storm is still howling outside, but the two of them bundle up, putting on layer after layer of cold-weather gear. Apparently, there's so much snow that they need to shovel off the roof or there's a chance it'll cave in.

  "I'll come help," I volunteer. I do owe them a hell of a favor, after all.

  Logan laughs. Knox frowns.

  "No," they say in unison.

  Getting the snow off the roof takes a long time, and for once, I'm not busy. I wander around the cabin for a while, looking at tchotchkes and old issues of National Geographic, but that's not where my mind is.

  My mind is on Logan, taking his shirt off last night. On his huge erection, pressing against me this morning.

  It's on Knox, last night, looking at me half-naked. Inexperienced as I am, even I could recognize the hunger in his eyes.

  I wind up back in the bedroom. I can't stop thinking these dirty thoughts about the perfectly nice men who saved me, and I'm so wet with desire that my juices are starting to run down my thigh.

  It's really just embarrassing. These pants are borrowed.

  For some reason, I lean over and smell Logan's pillow. It smells like him, and I swear I throb with desire. I do the same to Knox's, then stand to leave.

  They're still shoveling snow on the roof, I think. They'll be a while.

  You could just... take care of things right now. Then you'd feel better when they get back inside.

  It sort of makes sense. I'm desperately aroused, and I'm terrified that they can tell, that they're going to think I'm some sort of pervert, so I lay down on Knox’s bed and slide one hand under my borrowed sweatpants.

  The moment my hand touches my clit I jolt, hyper-sensitive, and I gasp, my eyes closing. I'm wet beyond belief, slippery with my own juices.

  I start rubbing myself, and then I start imagining things.

  Knox, kneeling over me while I'm on my back like this. He undoes his belt and then pulls out his huge cock, stroking it slowly in front of me. I'm completely at his mercy, and he grabs my hips in his hands, pulling me toward him with a low growl.

  I bite my lip, stifling a moan.

  And then Logan's there, too, on one side. He's got both my wrists in his hands as he turns my head toward him, his massive cock bobbing in front of my face, his grip on me tightening as I open my mouth, practically begging him to let me wrap my lips around it.

  In Knox's bed, I arch my back, rubbing faster and harder. It feels good, but I can tell it's not going to be nearly enough to satisfy the yawning emptiness I feel.

  I think about Knox, his cock at my entrance, the tip of Logan's cock in my mouth as they hold me down. I'm totally under their control, both of them at once, and then Knox pulls me onto his thick, massive cock all in one trust.

  "Fuck me!" I whimper, alone in the bed.

  I turn my head and bite the pillow, imagining Knox thrusting himself hard and deep and roughly as I swallow Logan and he groans in pleasure, barely letting me move.

  "Please," I whisper, and then I come.

  I come hard, imagining two men at once, filling two holes, me totally at their mercy, but it's not enough. There's still an empty, gnawing ache as I finish.

  Plus, now I feel filthy. I've never done anything remotely close to that, let alone imagined it.

  I lie in Knox's bed, breathing hard.

  What's happening to me? I think.

  Then I hear the front door open.

  Chapter Eight

  Logan

  "That should do it until tomorrow at least," I say, pushing open the front door and stomping my feet on the mat, trying to knock the rest of the snow out of my boots.

  "Hope so," Knox says.

  Rose isn't in the main room, and I wonder where she is. I know she didn't leave, but after a few hours outside, I was looking forward to seeing her again. I'd imagined her lying on the couch, her lithe, supple body stretched out as she waved hello to us.

  I swallow, my dick at half-mast already.

  We take our snowy, dirty boots off, and as we do, Rose walks out of the bedroom, still wearing the clothes we lent her last night. Her face is faintly pink, her cheeks glowing, her eyes bright in a way I can't exactly put my finger on, but it's incredibly appealing.

  "How's the roof?" she asks, leaning against the kitchen counter.

  Her nipples are poking at the flannel shirt she's got on, and for a second, my mind goes completely blank as I stare at them.

  "It's fine now," Knox says in his typically brusque way. "Might have to shovel the damn thing off again tomorrow. Still don't know why the Park Service put a nearly-flat roof on a cabin in the middle of nowhere on top of a mountain."

  I tear my eyes away from Rose and remove my coat, jacket, and scarf.

  "We don't usually get this much snow," I point out.

  "Still," Knox says.

  "Well, I'm glad there won't be a cave-in at least," Rose says. "Then we'd be really screwed."

  I can think of more than a few other ways to get really screwed, but I don't say anything, and walk to the kitchen counter, standing next to her. There's no reason I'm here, I just wanted to come over.

  Knox follows.

  "You do anything interesting?" I ask.

  It's a dumb question, but she laughs a little too loudly, and I swear she turns pinker.

  "Nope, nothing at all," she says, raising her hands to her hair and shoving them through it.

  I swear to God I get a whiff of her arousal as she does. Like she's been touching herself while we were gone. Maybe that's why she was in the bedroom.

  I'm going to lose my mind if this snowstorm doesn't end soon.

  "We should shower after shoveling all that snow," Knox rumbles. "You want to go first?"

  No, I think. I don't want to leave you alone with her, not after the way she took her top off for you last night.

  At the very least, I don't want to not be here for that.

  I clear my throat.

  "Sure, thanks," I say.

  Knox turns to Rose and half-smiles.

  "You want some hot chocolate?" he asks.

  "I'd love some!" she answers.

  I get into the shower as fast as I can, before the water even heats up. I know I have to shower sometime — I'm pretty sure I smell like a sweaty bear that's wandered through a swamp — and that means leaving the two of them alone for a few minutes, no matter when.

  But as soon as I take my clothes off and hop in, my mind unoccupied, I
jump straight to the same irresistible, dirty thoughts I've been having since we found Rose in the road.

  Her under me, her body tense and taut, back arched in pleasure as I tease her sweet little cunt with my cock, her wetness practically dripping out of her while she moans.

  Rose on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I've got one hand in her hair, holding on tight, jerking her head back just a little and she's panting for breath, nearly whimpering as I fuck her hard and deep, again and again, her pussy unimaginably perfect and tight.

  Or Rose, on her hands and knees, with Knox in front of her, his cock in her mouth as I fuck her, his hand in her hair now. There's a handprint on her ass, and her pussy's clenching around me hard, like she's about to come.

  I gasp, still in the shower, and lean one hand against the tile wall as my balls tighten. I can't believe I'm thinking this about the perfectly nice, normal, innocent girl out in the kitchen, drinking hot chocolate with my best friend.

  But then there's one last flash of fantasy: me sitting, Rose on top of me, riding my cock. Then Logan comes up behind her and she slows, leaning forward. Her eyes go hazy, and then I can just barely feel him as she lets out a long, low moan while he enters her ass slowly, and then we're both inside her at the same time, Rose's eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure.

  I grunt and then come, so hard that I nearly hit the showerhead with jizz, imagining Rose so overwhelmed with both of us that she can barely move.

  God, it's hot. Wrong, but hot, and I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure.

  At least I've got twenty minutes before I have to worry about a hard-on again, I think, so I finish my shower quickly and step out, dry off, and wrap a towel around my waist.

  I forgot to bring clean clothes into the bathroom. I could put these back on, but then I think about the way Rose looked at me last night when I took my shirt off, her eyes wide and curious and filled with something I couldn't quite name.

  I remember this morning, when I woke up with my aching morning wood between her thighs. I swear she was gently pushing back against me in her sleep, the pressure on me so delicious I nearly came.

  Fuck it. She can see me shirtless. She might even like what she sees.

  Chapter Nine

  Knox

  Logan comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel, carrying his clothes. I don't give a shit what he's wearing — we live together in this cabin, if I gave a shit about seeing him naked I'd have had to move out long ago — but I fucking hate the way Rose looks at him.

  Her mug of hot cocoa's at her mouth, but she stops drinking for a moment, her eyes slowly wandering down Logan's torso, from his shoulders to where his hips dip below the towel.

  I'm outrageously jealous. I want her to look at me like that, and even though I remember last night, when she saw my rock-hard erection as I was getting into bed, I still want more.

  "Save me some," he says jauntily, heading for the bedroom.

  I clear my throat and remind myself to act civilized, since neither of us will be getting anywhere close to Rose. Figuratively, at least. I've got every intention of having her sleep in my bed tonight.

  It's my turn, after all.

  When Logan comes back, he pours himself the remaining hot cocoa and then I hit the shower myself. As the water pours down my body I jerk off hard and fast, thinking of Rose. The way she might moan when I fuck her.

  The way she might scream when both of us fuck her.

  Afterwards I feel a little better, but I can tell it won't be for long. I did need that release, though.

  When I finish, I pull a towel around my waist and parade through the kitchen just like Logan did, and Rose looks at me. She starts at the towel and moves up, slowly, her hand frozen in front of her mouth.

  There it is. That's what I wanted, because having her look at me with that same hunger feels fucking fantastic.

  After both of us shower, we unearth an ancient game of Clue from a closet and play it until we get bored. Logan and I spend most of our time outdoors, working, so there isn't really a lot to do in the cabin.

  When that's boring, we make dinner for her, then eat at the dining table while Logan tries to impress Rose by telling her about the time he went skydiving.

  "Oh, my gosh," she says, eyes sparkling. "I could never!"

  "He only went once," I say, feeling a little surly.

  "And how many times have you gone?" he asks me, grinning.

  I put a forkful of pork chop in my mouth and chew slowly, just watching him.

  "I went scuba diving," I say. "I seem to recall that we couldn't get you off the boat."

  Logan makes a face. Rose laughs.

  "I've always wanted to do that," she says, spearing a potato. "Even though I can barely swim."

  "It's not too hard to learn," I say. "I'm sure you could do it."

  She shrugs, still smiling.

  "It's a ways down on my list of things to spend money on," she admits. "There's a lot of things on that list. I've never scuba dived, I've never sky dived, I've never been in a hot air balloon..."

  "You must be really good at never have I ever," Logan volunteers.

  Rose frowns and takes a sip of water.

  "What's that?" she asks.

  Logan chuckles.

  "Come on, the drinking game?" he says. "I'm sure you've played it."

  She just shakes her head.

  "You say 'Never have I ever,' then say something you've never done, and then anyone who has done it has to take a drink," he goes on. "We could play it now. We've got whiskey."

  Rose looks hesitant, like she's not quite sure about playing a drinking game with two strangers, and Logan grins at her.

  "We could make it interesting and make it strip Never Have I Ever," he says.

  Rose quickly shakes her head, turning bright pink. I don't know why I find her shyness so appealing, but goddamn it makes me hard every single time.

  "I'll try the regular version," she says, even though her voice is a little hesitant.

  "You can tap out whenever you want, I promise," Logan says, standing from the table.

  He clears dishes and I grab the bottle, then pour some into three glasses. I give Rose hardly any — I've got the feeling she's not a hard drinker — and give Logan and me a little more, but not too much. I don't want to lose control, and I already feel like I can't help myself around this girl.

  "Okay, we'll start off easy," Logan says, smiling at Rose.

  She raises both eyebrows.

  "Never have I ever been scuba diving," he says.

  I roll my eyes and take a sip of whiskey.

  "Never have I ever been skydiving," I fire back.

  Now it's Logan's turn to drink. Rose still hasn't touched her whiskey.

  "Never have I ever... shoveled snow off a roof?" she says.

  "There you go," Logan says, and the two of us both drink. "Never have I ever nearly frozen to death and been rescued by a couple of forest rangers."

  Rose sighs, then takes a tiny sip of her whiskey. I'm impressed that she doesn't flinch as she drinks.

  "Never have I ever worked in a diner," I say.

  She drinks again, frowning.

  We do that for a few more rounds, and as we drink, the game gets progressively dirtier — we learn that no one's ever fucked an animal, no one's ever streaked in public, and no one's ever worn lingerie.

  That last one makes Rose turn a little pink again. Then it's my turn. I'm a little buzzed on the whiskey, hard as a rock watching Rose, and curious.

  "Never have I ever had sex with a man," I say.

  Logan just shakes his head.

  Rose turns beet red.

  Neither of them drink.

  Holy shit, Rose is a virgin, I think.

  I've never cared before, but suddenly the thought of us being her first makes me want her so much I have to grit my teeth and look down at the table. There's something so sexy, so appealing about knowing that I could be the first man to take
her that it's nearly overwhelming.

  "Never have I ever owned a pet fish," Rose blurts out. Logan drinks and I don't, then it's his turn.

  "Never have I ever kissed a man," he says, watching her carefully.

  She takes a drink, seeming relieved.

  "Never have I ever been undressed by a man," I say quietly.

  Rose swallows.

  "Does last night count?" she asks, still looking at the table.

  "Sure," I say.

  She drinks, then looks at the two of us and sighs.

  "Never have I ever had sex," she says as fast as she can.

  Logan and I look at each other across the table, both drinking. I can tell we're thinking the exact same thing:

  I want to be her first.

  Chapter Ten

  Rose

  Of course a dumb drinking game took this turn. What the hell was I thinking, agreeing to play something that's basically adult Truth or Dare?

  And now Logan and Knox know I'm a virgin, and they're going to think I'm dumb and childish, and I didn't want that. I'm only nineteen, after all — it's a perfectly normal age to still be a virgin.

  Logan narrows his eyes at me.

  "Never have I ever been..."

  He stops and thinks for a moment.

  "...brought to orgasm by a man."

  I just stare at my glass, feeling stupid. I should have known that this would turn into a drinking game about sex, except I'm sure they're both way more experienced than me, and it's just... awkward.

  Logan looks to Knox, nodding once, telling the other man that it's his turn. Knox looks at me, his eyes practically boring holes in mine.

  "Never have I ever..." he starts slowly.

  "I'm really tired and I think I'm going to go to bed," I say suddenly, standing from the table. Before either of them respond, I drain my glass, then push my chair back.