ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  The trio let loose with an exalted cry as Simone’s eyes flew open; taking in the gorgeous vision of two lovers that appeared naked and transformed before her—their eyes blazing with a golden glow as their fangs and fingernails lengthened and hardened. Even their hair seemed longer and thicker than before; and both growled outright as they clutched her between them. They grunted and growled as pleasure overcame them; their hard, toned bodies shuddering outright in the heat of an intense, incredible orgasm.

  A feeling she experienced herself as her body trembled and quaked in the depths of their all-encompassing arms.

  Simone savored and relished this ethereal, downright surreal sight; knowing in her heart that she should show no fear of the men who—for all intents and purposes—had just ‘royally vamped out’ (as her Twilight-loving teen aged niece would say) before her very eyes. Only love.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning Simone awoke with a smile; one that faded quickly as she realized that the two men beside her would not join her in greeting a bright, brilliant Florida morning.

  She in fact had to ensure that darkness enshrouded their second floor master bedroom; a beautiful pastiche of Victorian splendor characterized by the centerpiece of a lush canopied bed enshrouded in reams of lavender silk—accentuated by accents that included plush ivory carpeting, tall cherry wood bureaus, gold brocade wallpaper and a low hanging chandelier that gleamed with blazing candles.

  Although these candles remained lit for the duration of the days, they supplied the only light in this elegant room; a space that had to remain completely in darkness before the coming of nightfall.

  Aside from living as the lover of the brothers Harrington, Simone also acted as their divine protector; ensuring that they slept peaceful from sunrise to sunset, even as she managed alone the operations of their busy, active business.

  Each day she ensured that the windows in their bedroom remained enshrouded in the mystery of lavender curtains; draperies culled from a thick velvet fabric that barred the entrance of any and all light.

  Simone had cringed outright when the brothers informed her of just what would happen if they ever were exposed to the rays of the sun, a vicious assailant that would char their bodies and burn them beyond all recognition—leaving them a pile of ashes at her feet.

  “I swear this will never happen on my watch,” she promised them.

  To this day she had kept her promise; ensuring that they slept in peace and darkness before descending a long, spiraling stairway to the first floor of their café.

  Running some soothing hands through her mussed dark hair, she fixed her unruly mane back in a serviceable ponytail and reached for a nearby, appropriately ebony apron that boasted the words “The Moonlight Café” inscribed across the front.

  Soon she covered her T-shirt and jeans with this neat, cotton thread garment; then set about preparing her daily round of muffins, cookies, pastries, bagels and cupcakes that would sustain her business through the morning—also brewing up the coffees, cocoas and teas that proved her top sellers.

  “We all know it. A good cup of Josephine gets us all through the day,” she quipped, adding a feminine pronoun to her own special brew like the feminist she was.

  As exhausted as she was from the spirited events of the evening before, she found herself yawning and straining a bit as she completed her culinary duties; her smile returning moments later, as she saw a line of people forming outside the building.

  Opening her door with a spirited cry of “Good morning, Moonlighters!”, she greeted each customer with a sincere beam and a wholehearted handshake; simple gestures that showed her regulars that she truly did appreciate their business.

  Except for one.

  Simone’s eyes flew wide as she came face to face with a short, chubby man with an evident bald spot and a perpetual scowl; one she immediately identified as Aaron Calvin, her ex-boyfriend and her former co-owner at Cool Beans Café.

  “Good morning, Simone,” Aaron greeted his ex-girlfriend with an evident frown that seemed particularly deep and pronounced—even for him. “God it’s good to see you. I’ve missed you more than words can say.”

  Simone frowned.

  “Aaron, you just said something nice to me. This is a phenomenon that seldom occurred during the entire duration of our relationship,” she observed, adding as she arched her eyebrows upward, “Are you sure you’re all right? Do I perhaps need to send for medical assistance?”

  Aaron chuckled.

  “I sure you have missed your sense of humor, babe,” he told her, his tone warm and loving. “Is there any way that we can sit down for a few moments and talk?”

  Simone looked at him for a long moment, and then nodded.

  “As you well know, Aaron, I have a lot of coffee and treats to serve this morning,” she reminded him, adding as she made a vague gesture toward a nearby table, “If you’d like to wait around until after my morning rush, then I guess we could talk a bit.”

  Soon Simone found herself sitting at a corner table opposite her ex-boyfriend; pinning him with an inquisitive stare as she asked, “So Aaron, what’s up?”

  Aaron shook his head.

  “Nothing good, Simone,” he released on a sigh, adding as he made a broad gesture in her direction, “I might as well be honest with you, babe. When you left Cool Beans, more than half of our clientele left with you. I just can’t cook or brew coffee with your level of expertise; in addition, the musicians that we employ at the café just don’t draw the same crowds as the Michael Bolton Twins.”

  Simone smiled slightly at the mention of Aaron’s favorite nickname for Chase and Taylor; basically the men that she had left them for, escaping as she did to a new, affirmative and far better life.

  “I just can’t believe that scumbag Harry Stanley—the one that I should have defended you from when he insulted you in the store,” he scoffed, adding as he inclined his head in Simone’s direction, “If it makes you feel better, babe, I’ve since banned him from the store.”

  Simone had heard enough.

  “I’m not your babe anymore, Aaron, so please show some respect,” she told him, adding as she folded her arms before her, “Furthermore, you should not be blaming that insignificant turd Harry Stanley for the destruction of our relationship. You should be blaming yourself; maybe pausing in the process to think about all the times that you put down and insulted my weight, my appearance, my cooking skills, and just about anything else you saw fit to attack. This, ultimately, is what drove me into the arms of Chase and Taylor—two men who do everything they can every day to show their love and respect for me.”

  Aaron sighed.

  “They’re lucky guys, to be sure,” he admitted, adding with eyebrows arched, “I must say, though, that I’ve heard some very strange rumors about them—that they’re, well, different from other men, and in a variety of ways.”

  “Thank God,” Simone said with a grin and a very pointed stare.

  Aaron chuckled.

  “Well you certainly do seem very fond of them,” he admitted. “And from what I hear, they’re going to become your husbands this Friday, right here at the café,” he told her, adding in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m still so sorry I drove you away from me, Simone. And while I know I can’t do anything to bring you back to me, I’d still like to pay my respects by attending your wedding—and, for that matter, bringing along a very special gift for you and your bridegrooms.”

  Simone thought a moment, and then sighed.

  “Well it is a public wedding,” she told him, adding with a shrug, “I guess without the possession of a viable restraining order, I can’t do much to keep you away.”

  Aaron grinned in spite of himself as he considered these firm, harshly spoken words.

  “Well that’s a glowing invitation if I ever heard it,” he quipped, adding as he clutched her hands across the table, “I’ll be there, Simone.”

  Shrugging off Aaron’s visit with a noncommittal shrug, Sim
one immersed herself in a schedule of work that carried her successfully throughout the week; and when Friday evening finally arrived, her boorish ex-boyfriend was the last man on her mind.

  Chapter Five

  While her grooms still slept in their four-poster bed, the bride stood before the tall, brass bordered mirror that occupied a far corner of the room; facing the vision of a woman transformed.

  In place of her usual apron was a luxurious foot length dress of glittery scarlet lace; a lush hand tailored effort that featured a delicate pearl inlay and a stately high collar.

  Piling her dark hair high atop her head and applying a coat of rarely worn lipstick that reflected the hue of her dress, she turned with a smile and a broad, graceful flourish in the direction of the door; soon making her way down the winding staircase to the café that would serve as the site of their wedding.

  Soon joining her were the two men with whom she planned to share her life; bedecked as they were in sleek velvet suits that flattered and accentuated their tall muscled forms.

  Both Chase and Taylor left their hair flowing and unbound for today’s ceremony; also boasting broad beams as they joined hands with their bride at an altar of ruby red roses—one situated just to the right of a glistening, silver cast cash register.

  “Nice, homey touch,” Simone mused with a smile, turning with her grooms to face a silver haired, bespectacled woman dressed in a long, ebony coat.

  A certified justice of the peace who frequented their café on a daily basis, Barbara Gale had agreed to officiate their ceremony that day. And she smiled now as she took her place tall and proud before them.

  “My dear friends,” she announced, addressing a room of about 50 people assembled for that day’s ceremony. “We are gathered here today to honor the divine union of our friends Simone, Chase and Taylor. Yet before we commence with the standard vows, —which, in light of today’s circumstances—seem not so standard at all—our first groom Chase would like to say something to the bride. Take it away, Chase!”

  Chase chuckled, but only briefly.

  “Simone, our dearest love,” he addressed his bride, taking her hands in his, “Before you came into our lives, my brother and I floated through life on an eternal search for love and acceptance. You, my love, were the only woman to offer us these precious gifts—along with all the charm, kindness, intelligence and charm that we could possibly want in a bride.”

  “Indeed,” Taylor spoke up, taking one of Simone’s hands in his as he added, “You are the woman of our dreams. And we are pleased and honored to make you our wife—today, tomorrow, and forever.”

  Simone smiled, gifting each of her bridegrooms with a warm, loving smile before turning in full to face Barbara.

  “Well what are you waiting for?” she demanded, tapping her foot in a sharp, repetitive pattern on the floor beneath her. “Hurry up and marry me to these two amazing guys! NOW!”

  Within moments Barbara had done just that; saying those magical words that united the bride Simone with her newly wedded husbands. Then she watched with a smile as she kissed first one, then another; pledging to love them both forever and always.

  Soon the happy trio departed the altar hand in hand (in hand), standing before their own front counter to receive their assembled line of family and friends.

  As they accepted well wishes, congratulations and repeated proclamations of “Well I must say I’ve never been to a wedding like this, by any stretch of the imagination mind you, but it was lovely,” the trio greeted their guests with nods and smiles; beams that dimmed just a bit when they came face to face with a bag toting Aaron Calvin--dressed that day in a festive and decorative (not to mention coffee stained) apron marked with the words Cool Beans Café.

  “Glad to see you pulled out your finest formal finery for the occasion of this ceremony,” Simone smirked, adding more seriously, “I see that you’re also carrying your gift bag with you, everywhere you go today. Why not just put it on the banquet table, along with our other presents?”

  Aaron shook his head.

  “No babe,” he told her, lacing this last word with irritating emphasis, “I need to give this gift to you right now—and right here.”

  Before an immediately leery Simone could question his intentions, Aaron removed a compact, gold hued tablet from the bag; declaring as he flicked a switch located on top, “I just thought I’d shed a little light on these obscene, downright evil proceedings. I mean to save the woman I love from marrying the sons of the devil.” shed a little light on these obscene, downright evil proceedings." he flicked a switch located on top, " the words Cool Bean

  Simone’s eyes flew wide as she immediately identified their “gift.”

  “It’s a sun lamp!” she screamed; mouth agape as a smirking Aaron flashed the luminous tablet in the direction of her wide eyed husbands.

  Cringing as she heard both of her men cry out in a fit of pain and terror, Simone sprang forward to tackle the ‘gift giver’; knocking the sun lamp from his hands as she pinned him to the ground.

  “Want to really see what a big girl can do?” she demanded, slapping his face hard as she added, “I’ve known for quite a while now that you were a complete and total douche. Why didn’t you fill me in on the fact that you were a complete and total psycho as well?”

  She froze as she felt the presence of two strong hands on her sturdy shoulders; pulling her away from the now flailing body of her stunned ex-boyfriend.

  Aaron promptly hopped up to his feet and ran terrified out the front door.

  Heralding his departure with a hearty cry of, “The first smart thing that you’ve done all day—and don’t even think of coming back, Psycho Dude!” Simone ran into the arms of her husbands; relieved to see that their strength and beauty remained golden and untarnished in the wake of Aaron’s attempted attack.

  “It only makes sense, love,” Taylor whispered, joining his brother in clutching their wife closer than close. “Moments ago, we pledged our lives to you.”

  “Then you turned right around and saved those lives,” Chase finished, claiming her lips in a binding kiss.

  Chapter Six

  The newly wedded trio completed their evening by flying off to their honeymoon, most literally. Simone laughed with joy as her two adoring grooms swept her most literally off of her feet; clasping her body in their arms as they flew her to the moon.

  The three celebrated their union against a dazzling skyscape of sparkling crystalline stars; basking in the luminous glow of a golden crescent moon—one that looked much like the one whose likeness topped their café.

  No matter how many times her lovers treated her to these lovely nocturnal flights, Simone never grew tired of them; nor did she tire of the feel of her husbands’ strong arms wound tight around her waist.

  As an adoring Taylor used his perfect body to brace and support her back, Chase kissed his way down her full, lush body; kissing and licking her smiling lips, her heaving breasts, and her tender bellybutton before kneeling between her parted legs.

  Simone threw her head back as Chase kissed open her sensitive feminine folds; kissing and licking her throbbing nub as his brother claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

  Both of their long, wet tongues worked in tandem to drive her insane, with Taylor licking the roof of her mouth as Chase laved and kissed her clit.

  “Mmmmm,” she sighed, smacking her lips hard against Taylor’s as she reached backward to stroke the tendrils of soft, honey blond hair that blew wild in the wind.

  Not to be outdone, Chase shifted his head back and forth to intensify the friction of his warm, moist lips on her clit, his tongues and fangs joining the fray to grace her with the intimate kiss.

  Simone cried out moments later against Taylor’s lips as Chase sent her over the edge of an incredible climax; one that sent shards of erotic pleasure searing upward through every fiber of her being as she trembled outright.

  Immediately catching her quaking body in two loving arms, Chase seized
her lips in a passionate kiss; running massaging hands down her sturdy back as their arms entangled and her breasts crushed the surface of his hard, massive chest.

  “I love you,” he whispered soft and sweet against her lips, clutching her to him as his brother took his place at her back; rubbing and massaging her shoulders as he too whispered, “I love you.”

  “I love you both so much,” she replied, wrapping her arms around Taylor’s back as their hips and thighs locked between them.

  As Taylor continued to kiss her senseless, pulling her body still closer to his, Chase held her back as he gyrated his hips against her full, buxom ass; raining sweet baby kisses down her neck and across her shoulders.

  Reaching down to stroke her breasts, Taylor also tilted his rock hard hips against hers as their bodies bound between them, his long, reverberating cock penetrating the depths of her soaking wet pussy.

  Even as Simone reached backward to grasp and caress Chase’s long, rock hard shaft, she reveled in the sublime feeling of Taylor inside her; surging forth to stroke her very core as he cradled her in his muscled arms.

  Not to be outdone, Chase tossed the lengths of his black silken hair full against her back as he writhed shameless against her, his cock hardening and lengthening in the palm of her hand.

  Pulling her closer to him, Taylor bowed his head to her neck and grazed his fangs light against her skin as he continued to probe and penetrate her.

  Throwing her head back, Simone’s glance filled with the vision of a rich crescent moon that christened and oversaw their blessed union; its beams illuminating both of her lovers to intoxicating effect.

  Even with their fangs bared and their fingernails taking the form of claws, the beauty of her two newly weeded husbands stole her breath; and as the three climaxed seconds later, both Chase and Taylor clinging to her as they moaned and cried their pleasure, she knew without a doubt that she was the luckiest blasted woman on earth.

  For that matter, she was the luckiest woman hovering just above earth, and immediately below the moon.