Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

“You mean burgers with equal parts barbecue and mayonnaise, lettuce, tomatoes, three pickles?” I start us off, and then Caden says, uncovering the next platter,

  “And fries, sprinkled with all-seasoning, with cheese on the side?”

  Finally, we finish together with, “The drinks: a blend of fruit punch, lemonade, ginger ale and a splash of Cherry Coke.” We watch as Scarlet takes in the display.

  She’s obviously delighted and gives us both a peck on the cheek. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

  We all sit down and dig in. I notice Scarlet hasn’t had any wine, but I don’t make a big deal out of it. She’s probably too overjoyed by her special order drink. Or maybe she wants to keep her wits about her and not embarrass herself on her wedding day.

  Though reception is small, everyone who needs to be here is, however, there was a moment when I thought about Winston. I have an inkling that Caden also ventured into similar territory. It’s hard not to think about Dad on our wedding day especially when I looked out into the woods earlier today. Given everything that happened with him, a part of me still wanted to have a relationship with him. It’s small, but it’s there. I waited to see if he’d somehow randomly pop up in our lives again after his disappearance, but after a few months, I resigned the idea that we were going to see him again. It seems that letting go of this has allowed me to truly move forward.

  • • •

  When it’s late, we say our goodbyes to the guests. We had hired cars for everyone, so no one had to worry about driving home afterwards. We wave until we can no longer see headlights then we all head inside and go to our bedroom.

  “What a day!” Caden says as he loosens his tie. I follow suit and let out a small yawn. It has been a long day. It’s still surreal that we are now married men. To be completely honest, I never thought marriage was on the table. Outside of Caden and my unconventional arrangement, creating connections wasn’t something I did well, but this past year has effectively increased the amount of people I care about.

  Scarlet is looking at the two of us with wide eyes. She wants to ask us something; maybe finding a way to word it.

  “Are you two too tired to stay up…?”

  There’s a hint of disappointment in Scarlet’s voice as if she thinks we were planning on falling asleep. It has been a long day, but I’m willing to stay up longer for my new wife.

  “We’re never too tired for you!” I wrap my arms around her waist and pick her up.

  She laughs, surprised by the sudden movement. Looking into her face, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of optimism.

  “Oh, my god! Wait, wait! Put me down! I have something to tell you. It’s important.”

  Hmm. I wonder what it could be. I rack my brain, trying to think of the type of news Scarlet could have. Going through every corner of my mind, I can’t think of anything. I set her down and wait to hear what she has to say.

  Scarlet

  The day swept me up in all its wonder, and now that it’s coming to an end, I know now is the time to tell the boys the news. It’s quite nerve-wracking. I’ve kept it to myself all this time, because I couldn’t find the right time to tell them until now. I mean, now is honestly the perfect time. The joy of the day secured that fact. I take a deep breath and wear my best calm face.

  “So… I wanted to wait until after we were married, so it wouldn’t be something we were worrying about during the preparations and ceremony. But I want to let you guys know that…” The next few words find themselves choked and locked in my throat. I swallow hard to set them free, “I’m…” I breathe in deeply. “That I’m…” Another deep breath. “Pregnant.” I manage to get the words out and let go of the fire burning in my chest. I must’ve been more anxious than I initially thought.

  The boys haven’t said anything yet. I can see them processing the information. I know when I found out, it took me a second to completely wrap my head around the fact that I was, indeed, pregnant. I didn’t believe it at first. I took multiple tests and went to see a doctor to be one hundred percent sure.

  “Are you happy?”

  “Are we happy?” Caden answers my question with question. His tone doesn’t give away much, so I wait to hear what he has to say next. “Of course we’re happy! I mean, I can’t believe it! You’re pregnant! You’re freaking pregnant.” Caden wraps me in a hug then kisses the top of my head. He spins me around and our laughter fills the room. Oliver gives me an equally reassuring hug. I’m put back down on the floor, and Caden and Oliver give each other a brotherly hug and a pat on the back.

  I take another deep breath, expecting one of them to make a move, given what night it is, but neither does much. I guess the news was so shocking that they’ve forgotten anything else.

  “Is that all?”

  They give me a confused look. “What do you mean?”

  I almost laugh at their cluelessness. They can’t figure out what night it is. “Well, it is our wedding night. Aren’t you going to help me out of this dress and make passionate love to me?” I immediately cringe at the wording. I do an internal face palm and hope that neither Caden nor Oliver notice how awkward my sentence sounds.

  “Passionate love?” That gets me a lifted eyebrow. Of course they noticed. The wording is much, but I feel the night calls for that.

  “You know what I’m talking about. Now, come on.” I turn around and lift my hair so one of them can get to my zipper. I hope they catch my drift, which they do. After a few seconds, I feel hands on my back, slowly pulling down the zipper. It’s the only sound in the room besides our collective breathing. I hold the dress from the front so it doesn’t fall to the ground. Once I’m unzipped, I face the boys again. I also got a surprise for them as well. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I’m excited to show it to them. I tell them to sit down, and once their butts are down on the bed, I let my hands fall to my sides, making my wedding dress drop to the ground. Both Caden and Oliver gasp, and I know I made the right choice. A few days ago, Chloe and I went out to a lingerie store, and even though it took a while, I found the perfect one: a strapless deep scoop black lace fitted corset with black chiffon frills hanging just over my belly button, which hide black straps connecting to the black lace underwear.

  Caden stands up then gets behind me, stroking a finger on the straps on my stomach.

  “When did you get this?” Caden snaps one of the straps against my body, and I flinch, enjoying that he’s started to play with me.

  “When I went out with Chloe the other day I-”

  Caden snaps the strap again, causing me to lose my train of thought. Oliver is still seated and watching us. Caden then rubs his hands over my shoulders and massages them. I let out a sigh, content with Caden’s hands on my body. He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers,

  “So that’s what you were doing, you little minx.”

  I have a laugh, because I love their dirty talk.

  “Finding ways to get my blood boiling. Have my body on edge with desperate need for you.” As he talks, his hand travels down my body, sweeping across my stomach where he pauses for a second and gets serious. “You need to tell us if we’re getting too rough.”

  “You will, won’t you?” Oliver adds.

  “I will, but trust me, I’ll be fine. Come on, I want to get started. It’s my wedding night.” I can’t see Caden, but Oliver gives me a small smile as I feel Caden’s hand begin to travel down again. He reaches the edge of my panties and slides his hand in. I grab hold of his bicep to steady myself as he puts his finger into me. I bite my lip and dig my nails into Caden’s arm. He moves around slowly, creating a soft tingling on my skin. He continues his slow pace, not allowing me any satisfaction. I start to get annoyed and let Caden know, “You can go a little faster, you know…”

  “What’s that? You want me to go faster?”

  I can feel his warm breath going down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Well, maybe I want to get you in a frenzy. Maybe I’m teasing you.
Maybe I want you begging for a release that only I can give you.” He buries his head in my neck, kissing it passionately. He lightly grazes his teeth at the crook where my shoulder meets my neck. As he kisses my neck, he finally moves his fingers faster, adding two more to stretch me out.

  I feel my body tense up more with a growing pressure in my lower stomach. He applies light pressure to my clit and then makes circles against it with his thumb. I wriggle against him, my back flush against his chest.

  “Does that feel good?” he breathes against me.

  “Yes! Dear god, yes.” I feel his erection on my bum, and my mind fills with thoughts of what’s to come. “I’m so close, Caden. I’m almost there.”

  He applies even more pressure on my clit and I feel my orgasm. The first orgasm is soft and slow, but one of the best I’ve ever had. It rolls over my body in waves. I lean back on Caden and catch my breath.

  “Why don’t you go sit with Oliver?” I instruct him as I fully stand myself up and go over to the bed. Oliver has pulled Caden to the back on the bed, so I crawl over to Caden and kiss him square on the lips. He grabs the back of my head and applies pressure, so our kiss deepens. We break apart, and I get a slap on the bum from Oliver. Then, in a flash, Oliver turns me over so I’m on my back,

  “Are you good? I’m not being too rough?”

  “You’re fine. You’re fine. Keep going, keep going.” I have a feeling they’re going to keep asking me this. Oliver unclips the lingerie straps and pulls my underwear down then gets on top of me. I place my hands on his upper arm and give them a squeeze. He slides his length into me with an excruciatingly unhurried pace that I almost fall apart. As he creates a rhythm, I tighten the grip on his arm. Once he finds the perfect pace, he keeps it. It would seem the word of the day is “slow.” Pleasure comes, bit by bit. I give Oliver the line I gave Caden,

  “You can go faster.”

  “No worries, darling. We have all the time we need. Let’s savor it.”

  I place my hands on both sides of Oliver’s face and pull his face towards mine. I give him a kiss, dripping with hunger. As he pumps in and out of me, I have a heightened sense of his body and mine. Every ridge and bump grinds against my walls, and I lift my leg so Oliver can get a better angle. Right before I orgasm, I kiss Oliver again and moan into his mouth as I ride it out.

  The rest of the night moves forward in a similar fashion, Caden and Oliver taking their time coaxing orgasms out of me, delaying my pleasure until I can’t hold it in any longer. They test my limits with how much control I have over myself. Everything is better than I could have ever imagined. At the end of our escapades, we lie on the bed, out of breath, exhausted, but satisfied. I’m on my back, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about the day.

  “Do you have any names picked out?” Caden is on my left, his usual spot in bed. He has my hand in his, drawing circles on my palm with his thumb. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I’m not quite ready for this perfect day to end yet. I have begun to think of names. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I’d been thinking about our future baby; what they would look like, how they would sound, their first words, walking, running, going to school, everything.

  “I have been thinking about names. There are so many possibilities. But I think I want to wait. I feel like I’ll know the name when I see their face for the first time. Like they’ll tell me somehow.” I’m lazily rubbing my stomach, trying to see if anything feels different. I know it’s still too early for there to be any noticeable differences in my body or for me to feel the baby, but something has to feel different. There’s a new human growing inside me at this very moment. It amazes me that in mere months, I’ll be holding them.

  “What are you thinking about?” Oliver is on the other side of me with his hand on top of mine on my stomach. He’s also making small circles with his thumb. I’m breathing heavier than normal, and it’s not completely due to our previous activities. Thinking about the future is making me emotional. Raising a child is going to be a whole new experience.

  “I’m just thinking about everything that’s going to happen in the future and how excited I am for it.”

  Caden and Oliver chuckle but don’t say anything else. Instead, Oliver turns so my back is against his chest, and Caden turns towards me so my hand can rest on his chest. We all fall asleep, ready for whatever comes next.

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  Yes, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance

  Copyright © 2017 Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Sizzling Hot Reads.

  Chapter 1 – Madilyn

  A shiver runs through me as I step out of the elevator and into the open foyer of the Law Firm of Marks, Sanchez & Reed. It’s not just because the air conditioning is on full blast to combat the dry August heat and overcompensate to the point where the air inside feels chilly. It’s also due to a mixture of excitement and fear that is coursing through my veins.

  And horniness. There’s definitely a little horniness mixed in there and coursing its way through other parts of me as well.

  “Welcome, Ms. St. Clair,” the receptionist says, standing up and coming over to greet me.

  He’s every bit of a proverbial tall, dark and handsome hotty but his perfect hair and impeccable fashion taste— he’s wearing a bespoke suit and tie that puts my carefully chosen skirt suit to shame— signal that he’s gay, damn it.

  “I’m Claude,” he says, with what I swear is a slight French accent, “and I’ll show you to your temporary office.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  I shake his hand and begin to follow him. As we pass the receptionist desk I note a framed picture of another man kissing Claude on the cheek. I’m happy for him but sad for me that my suspicions are confirmed.

  It’s not like you could sleep with the receptionist at your brand new job, I think, chiding myself.

  I’m on a mission. I need to have sex.

  But not with anyone at work. I’m not that stupid.

  “Did you say temporary office?” I ask Claude, willing myself back to reality.

  “Yes,” he says, leading me down the spiral staircase. “It’s right this way.”

  “What happened to…”

  I trail off momentarily. I had wanted to say “my office,” but that sounds presumptuous.

  “…the permanent office?” I finish.

  When I’d interviewed here, one of the firm’s named partners, Cameron Sanchez, had showed me an office he said would be mine if I ended up getting the job. It was a large office with an impressive view of the Sandia Mountains and I’d been eagerly awaiting the chance to decorate it and make it my own.

  “You do have an office but that wing is in the process of expansion,” Claude says.

  “Expansion?”

  Am I getting an even bigger office?

  “Under construction,” he says, with an awkward shrug.

  It’s obvious that Claude is just as confused as I am. The poor guy was only assigned to give me the bad news and show me to my “temporary office” and here I am badgering him with questions.

  As we head down to the next floor it also becomes obvious that I’ve been temporarily housed with the paralegals in a cubicle area of a large shared space in the middle of the floor.

  “Here’s your temporary office,” Claude says, and hightails it back upstairs. “Sandy will help you get set up.”

  I wish I could call out after him that it’s not nice to pretend a cubicle is an office and then run away once the truth comes out. But he is so damn cute that I’ll let that one slid
e.

  A tall blonde woman with frizzy hair says, “Hi, I’m Sandy. Paralegal extraordinaire. Welcome to ‘Cubicle Hell,’ as it’s known around here.”

  “Ha.”

  I half- smile at her, not sure what to say to that that would sound appreciative of her humor yet not sound insulting to the firm. I finally remember to introduce myself.

  “Madilyn St. Clair,” I tell her, shaking her hand warmly, although she doesn’t return my effort very enthusiastically.

  “You’ll just work here until your wing is ready,” she says.

  “And how long will that be?” I ask her.

  She shrugs.

  “No tellin’.”

  We’re in the middle of an area bordering what looks to be a somewhat busy intersection for firm traffic. People pass us by and look at me with curiosity.

  One of the passersby is an overweight guy in a dumpy looking suit who sneers at me and says, “Good luck moving in before Christmas. And welcome to Marks, Sanchez & Reed, where the newest associates are obviously the least priority.”

  “Don’t pay Steven any mind,” Sandy says, rolling her eyes. “He’s a senior associate who’s not going to make partner. He’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

  She walks away without saying goodbye or telling me what I’m supposed to do now. I sit down on the pathetic excuse of a computer chair and try not to look as dejected as I feel.

  Today is supposed to be my fresh start. My bright new beginning.

  I’ve dumped the ex, started a new job and vowed to live a more fulfilling and exciting life. Which includes having sex for the first time ever.

  I try to turn on the computer but it won’t start up no matter how many times I make the attempt. Out of embarrassment, I was trying to ignore the bustling people walking past me but now I realize that no one else even seems to know or care that I exist.

  The first day of my new job is supposed to be the scary and exciting part but as I sit and stare at the obviously defunct computer, it dawns on me that I had no reason to shiver when I first got here. Nothing noteworthy is happening today.