Double Dirty Mountain Men: An MFM Menage Romance

by Parker Grey

  After lunch, it's Logan's turn to head out and feed the critter. He's been yowling intermittently all day, unhappy to be stuck in a pen and probably even more unhappy that his leg is broken, but we're trying to keep him sedated and relatively still until we can get the poor guy real help.

  While he's out there, feeding the bobcat and puttering around the yard, cleaning up some things that the wind scattered, putting all the firewood back on the pile, Rose starts cleaning up the kitchen a little. She's got a window that looks right out onto where Logan is.

  And I have an idea. It's wicked, but I think that's okay. Besides, it's been a couple of hours since our session this morning, and what else is there to do?

  I come up behind her and kiss the back of her neck. Rose gasps, then laughs, and I slide my hands under her shirt and across her belly, holding her hips.

  She makes the slightest noise, a tiny half-moan. I'm already hard, and I press my hips against hers, pushing her into the counter, my hard cock between her firm, round cheeks.

  Rose makes the noise again. I grab her hair in one hand, tilt her head to the left, and bite her earlobe. Since last night I've wanted, desperately, to take Rose's ass. I know that technically I was the one to pop her cherry — though I really think we both took her virginity — but I want her there, too. I want Rose every single way that I can have her. I want every inch of her to be mine as well as Logan's. Ours.

  I kiss her neck and she sighs. Out the window, Logan is still puttering around, picking up bits and pieces of things that got tossed around by the wind.

  "Think he'll notice?" I murmur into her neck.

  "He hasn't yet," Rose says.

  "We've barely done anything," I say. "Give me another few minutes and I guarantee he'll come barreling in here at top speed."

  Rose laughs. I kiss her neck again, sucking at her soft skin, and she sighs.

  I don't want to have her without Logan. That's not the point. This is just a fun game, a way to get started. Hell, if I saw Logan and Rose doing this through the kitchen window, I'd probably dive through the damn thing to get inside.

  But he's still not looking. I push my hands further up Rose's shirt and slide my rough palms over her nipples, and she arches her back, pressing her breasts into my hands and her perfect ass even harder against my cock.

  At this rate, I'm going to be balls-deep inside her before Logan even notices. I feel a little bad about it, but there's no fucking way I can stop. Not now.

  "Knox," Rose whispers, her head rolling back against my shoulder.

  "Yes?"

  "I just like saying your name," she murmurs.

  I kiss her roughly, her head turned around. At the same time, I unbutton the flannel shirt of mine she's wearing right now, slowly revealing her perfect, creamy skin to the window and to Logan outside before taking her breasts in my hands again, cupping and squeezing them.

  Rose moans. I squeeze a little harder, her nipples between my fingers, and she rolls her hips against me, making her ass slide up and down my cock.

  Logan's still stacking the woodpile just the way he likes it, not looking at us. His loss.

  I toss her shirt away, following it with my own, and I push her borrowed sweatpants down until they're puddled on the floor, pushing her knees apart with my own.

  Now Rose is half-leaning over the counter, on her elbows, her legs wide, just waiting for me to fuck her. I tease her, sliding my fingers slowly over her dripping wet lips to her clit, circling it once, using her lubrication to push my thumb into her ass.

  That makes her arch her back even more and moan.

  "You're dripping wet, you filthy little girl," I growl into her ear. "I think you like being bent over a counter and fucked in both holes until you can barely walk."

  She gasps, but I feel her pussy throb in excitement. I can't wait any longer, so I take my hand out, wrap it around the base of my cock, and put it against her tight, wet entrance.

  I fuck Rose all the way to the hilt in a single stroke, pushing her against the counter, and she shouts with pleasure. It's not words, just a noise, but she has to steady herself with one hand against the window.

  Finally, Logan looks up at Rose in ecstasy, me behind her, balls-deep. I grab her hair, pull her head up a little, and fuck her again, even harder than before.

  She moans explosively, her pussy muscles gripping and clutching at me, drawing me in.

  It takes Logan a split second to realize what's happening. I grin at him, and then he drops the wood he's holding and runs for the door.

  "Our plan worked," I tell Rose, fucking her harder and faster.

  "Don't make me come without him," she moans. "Please."

  She's got a point. It's only fair, so I slow down, hilting myself with every single stroke, making sure that she feels me as hard and deep as she possibly can, her pussy filled and stretched like I know she likes it.

  The door slams open, then shut, and Logan rips off his outer layers and shoes in about three seconds before vaulting the couch to get to us.

  Balls-deep inside Rose, I spin us around, grabbing her by both elbows and pulling her up. Logan grabs her and kisses her, long and hard, and she moans loudly into his mouth. His hand trails down her body and then he's circling her clit with his fingers and I'm fucking her hard again.

  "I didn't want to come without you," Rose whispers.

  "Then come for me now," Logan commands.

  He's barely got the words out when Rose half-shouts, half-moans, and her pussy tightens around me like a drawstring. Her arms jerk against my hands, but I keep a hard grip on her, slowing my thrusts.

  I don't want to come yet. I promised Rose both holes, and I'm not done until I've taken her sweet, tight ass.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Rose

  I nearly fall over, I come so hard, but I know Knox wouldn't let that happen, and Logan's standing right in front of me, kissing me hard and stroking me.

  With them, I'm safe, even from my own clumsiness.

  But Knox doesn't come. He pulls out, not letting my arms go, and I turn my head and look at him questioningly.

  "I did promise both holes," he says.

  A shiver goes through my entire body, and before I can say anything, he's pulling me toward the couch. Logan's whipping off the rest of his clothes, and he strokes his thick, hard cock as Knox grabs the lube from the side table and then sits on the couch.

  I face him, but Logan turns me around. He kisses me again, then pushes his fingers into my pussy. Where Knox just was, but I feel myself tighten around him.

  Knox drips lube down my crack, and then his fingers are on my back entrance, pushing inside. I moan as he inserts one, then two, Logan still kissing me, his fingers in my pussy. It feels incredible to have both of them inside me at once like this, and for a second I wonder.... could I?

  No. There's no way. They're too big, and you feel so filled and stretched out when there's just one inside you.

  But maybe both would feel twice as good?

  Knox pushes a third finger into my ass and I bite Logan's bottom lip, moaning. Having both of their cocks in me at the same time is probably anatomically impossible, but just the thought of it makes me so hot I can barely stand it.

  It's dirty. It's filthy. It's not something nice girls do, but my God I want it.

  Knox's fingers slide out. He tells me to kneel on the couch, over him, and I do, holding onto Logan's hands for leverage. He positions the tip of his cock right on my delicate bud, then strokes my back.

  "Ride my cock, you dirty little girl," he growls.

  I bite my lip, looking into Logan's eyes, and ease myself down slowly. I'm still not really used to this part, and even though it feels good, I think I'm at the very edge of what my body can handle, stretching and taking in this monster.

  But I don't stop, even when I'm almost certain I can't take any more, because I remember how good Logan's cock up my ass felt last night and I want that with Knox, too. I want them both to have all of me. />
  Then the head of his cock pops past the ring of muscle, and suddenly he slides in easily and I grunt. He's all the way in, completely enveloped in my tight asshole, and I'm seeing stars again.

  "This feels so good," I whimper.

  Knox bites the back of my shoulder and someone pinches my nipples, hard.

  "I think you were made to have your tight little asshole fucked," he says.

  Logan grabs my feet, unfolding my legs. I lean back against Knox as he spreads my legs wide with his and I start moving my hips. I don't have enough leverage to fuck him hard, but this way he stays deep, his cock still hitting all those perfect pleasure spots inside me.

  I reach out and take Logan's cock in my hand, stroking him hard, and he groans.

  There's a hand on my thigh, and I open my eyes. Logan's leaning over me, one hand on the back of the couch, and he starts rubbing my clit again with the other, Knox deep inside me. Logan slides one finger into my pussy, then two. Each one makes me groan with pleasure, my hips moving furiously. I'm close again, pushed higher and higher with every second.

  Before I know it, Logan's got all his fingers inside me, and I'm stretched and filled so much I can barely take it.

  "I need you to fuck me," I whisper to Logan.

  He kisses me.

  "Not yet," he murmurs.

  "I want you inside me at the same time," I go on.

  I barely know what I'm saying, only that this feels so good, but I still want more.

  "I don't want to hurt you," he says.

  "Please," I beg, still writhing uncontrollably. My legs are shaking and I can barely breathe. "I want you both to fill me up, together."

  "Just come for me, first," Logan growls, crooking his fingers hard inside my pussy.

  I come. Everything goes white, and my whole body shakes. I shout their names again and again, feeling like I've been shot from a rocket and I'm never, ever coming down, shockwave after shockwave rocking through my body.

  When it's over, Knox is still hard in my ass and Logan's cock is still in my hand. Without thinking I lean forward and suck at it, and he puts his hand on my head and pushes himself into my throat in one swift stroke, groaning.

  They come at the same time. Knox releases himself in my ass and Logan comes down my throat and I swallow again and again, wanting every last drop of both men inside me, until they're both soft.

  Logan steps back. Knox lifts me off him and hands me a towel to sit on as he leaks out of me, and I collapse onto the couch.

  They sit, one on either side, and take turns kissing me gently, almost sweetly. It's kind of incredible, honestly.

  I didn't know sex could be like this. I thought it was either all dirty or all romantic, but this is somehow both. The three of us do absolutely filthy things, Logan and Knox talk to me in a way I'd never have dreamed someone would, but they're also sweet like this.

  Even when they're rough, they're careful with me in a way I'd never have imagined. They're the perfect combination of hard and gentle, dominating and protective.

  A quick thought crosses my mind, and then it's gone.

  What if I love them?

  Both of them?

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Logan

  We have to leave really early the next morning, so I spend all night tossing and turning, trying to think of ways that we can still see Rose sometimes. She works across the mountain from where she lives, so maybe she can stop by, sometimes, on her way home.

  The cabin is pretty far in, but we could meet her on the road, drive her in, she'd spend the night...

  I'm afraid I'm being stupid. I'm afraid it's not going to work, because she's going to go back to her regular life and it'll be like she never existed. Our relationship will go the way of all long-distance relationships — it'll fizzle, she'll meet someone else, and then it's over.

  The thought feels like a black spot through my heart. It's crazy, and it might be stupid, but I'm in love with Rose. I can't help it. I think I fell for her the second she put her head on my chest in the back seat of our truck, and now I'm completely heartbroken at the thought that she's leaving.

  Idiot, I think.

  None of us talks much in the morning. I told Rose yesterday that we were taking her home today, and she didn't argue. I didn't mention that she hadn't even been reported missing, but I don't think it would surprise her.

  The truck packed, Rose back in the clothes we found her in plus an enormous down parka, we approach the bobcat pen. He's watching us, alert but still sedated since we've been drugging his water, and he hisses.

  Knox takes careful aim with the tranquilizer dart, then shoots it right into the cat's neck. In a couple seconds, his eyes are closing, and then he's asleep. We carry him to the cage in the back of the Forest Service truck and deposit him as gently as we can.

  Then we all get in the truck, heading down the mountain.

  It's a rough, slippery ride. There's still plenty of snow on the ground, and the roads haven't been cleared yet, but we've both got plenty experience driving this thing in the snow.

  As we get closer to town, we make polite conversation: about how long the schools will be closed for, when the roads might reopen, whether we're getting more snow any time soon. None of us wants to talk about what's happening, how this is the end of our nearly-perfect few days together.

  We take the bobcat to the vet first, who's waiting for us in her office since we alerted her first. When she sees the cat, she shakes her head.

  "Bear trap, right?" she asks.

  "Right," I say.

  "I'd like to spring one of those on the shitheads who put them out there," she says, more fire in her than I thought. "See how they like it."

  "He'll be okay, though, right?" Rose asks.

  The vet takes a closer look at the passed-out bobcat, her face inscrutable.

  "He's very likely to live," she finally says. "But he's also pretty likely to lose that leg. He might have to be shipped to the sanctuary and become a breeder."

  Knox and I share a quick look but manage not to laugh.

  "I know, I know," the vet says. "What a rough life, hanging out, getting fed and having lots of sex. Poor guy."

  When we leave her office, the mood changes instantly as we get back into the car. No one speaks. I drive as slowly as I can to Rose's house, but it still comes too fast, and when I pull up outside, we all sit for a moment in silence.

  Rose takes a deep breath.

  "I'm glad you rescued me," she says, and then laughs a little, like she's nervous. "Well, I'm glad I got rescued, and I'm glad you two did it."

  "Us too," Knox and I say in unison.

  I pull a piece of paper from my pocket and hand it to her. She unfolds it slowly, her brow furrowing.

  "We don't have a phone at the cabin, but that's instructions on how to reach us by radio any time you want," I say.

  "Since you work on the other side of the mountain, we were thinking... you could come by sometimes, visit us. That sort of thing."

  Rose looks from Knox to me and back.

  "Of course," she says, her voice nearly a whisper. "Of course I'll visit you, and—"

  She swallows.

  "Of course I'll visit," she repeats.

  I'm hit by the urge to tell her I love her so strong it's nearly overwhelming, but I don't. What's the point, right now?

  Rose scoots forward in the back seat. Each of us gives her a long, slow goodbye kiss before we get out of the car. She goes back and forth a couple of times, from one to the other, and by the time we're finished I'm hard again.

  I wonder if we could fuck in this vehicle, just one more time.

  But then her neighbor's door opens, and a gray-haired lady comes off and shakes out a tablecloth. The three of us all get out of the car, and we walk Rose up to her front door.

  It's open, and she walks through it, into the living room. We follow her.

  There's an older man on the couch, watching TV. Some daytime show. It takes him a couple o
f seconds to look up at her.

  "There you are," he finally says, his eyes roving over the two of us.

  He pauses.

  "I was starting to get really worried, sweetheart."

  He couldn't sound less worried if he tried.

  "Thanks, Dad," Rose says, not really looking at him. Suddenly she sounds sad and exhausted.

  "You two work at the diner?" he asks, nodding at us.

  He doesn't even seem curious that two men brought his daughter home, let alone suspicious or protective. I want to put my arm around her, comfort her, tell her that it's not her fault she got a shitty father.

  "We—" Knox starts.

  "Actually, Dad, your truck broke down going over the mountain and they found me before I froze to death, because someone took the blankets out of the cab," Rose says. "They let me stay with them during the snowstorm, since I couldn't get back home."

  She doesn't even sound angry, just matter-of-fact.

  "Oh," her dad says. "Thanks for that."

  He sounds so fucking casual that my hand balls itself into a fist. I can't believe his daughter nearly died and he's more interested in a TV show than her.

  "Of course," I say stiffly. "Glad we could help."

  "I've got good news," he says, smiling suddenly and changing the topic. "Won two grand at the roulette table!"

  Rose just stares at him, then pulls us into the kitchen.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Knox

  "Thanks for bringing me home," she says softly, folding her arms over her chest. She's looking at the floor, suddenly defeated and sad.

  This isn't the Rose I know, the Rose I love, the spirited girl who kicks my ass at board games and begs me to do dirty things to her.

  "Is there anything else we can do?" I ask, reaching out and touching her cheek gently.

  She shakes her head.

  "I'm fine," she says.

  "With him?"

  She frowns a little, then almost rolls her eyes.

  "Dad's not violent or anything," she says. "He's never, you know, touched me. He'd just rather be somewhere that's not here with someone who's not me. I'm saving money to move out, and then I'll live in town, go to community college. I'm fine. Really."