BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS: A MFM MENAGE ROMANCE

by Samantha Twinn

  I don’t have to wait long because as I caress Joseph, loving the sound of raw pleasure in his groans, Michael’s mouth encircles my aching clit, his pointed tongue stroking so slowly I almost can’t handle it.

  “Oh fuck, oh my god,” I moan lowly, already feeling the pressure building up deep inside my belly. “Right there.”

  With each lavish lick he takes, I do the same along his brother’s thick cock in my mouth, mimicking Michael. Joseph tightens his hands in my hair but I don’t care. He’s gentle in his desperation and it makes my heart ache. It’s been so long that I had almost forgotten what it feels like to get lost in another person. It almost feels like the first time all over again, or at least it’s overwhelming enough to wipe away the bad memories of the last man I gave my body to this way.

  Joseph sighs as he pushes me away gently, grunting something about being close, but Michael’s not ready to give me up just yet, his mouth wet with my juices as he works me closer, my eyes fluttering shut as I grab onto Joseph’s hand tightly. Without using too much effort, he tugs at my nipple while his brother laps at my clit. It feels so amazing, and I’m thrown into overdrive, my muscles all coiling in on themselves until the pressure inside of me builds and builds. “Don’t stop,” I gasp, wanting them to know how close I am. Then it happens. White light and release as my pussy clenches and clenches in orgasm. The room is silent save for my rushed breathing. Hands caress me but I don’t know where Joseph starts and Michael ends.

  “I can’t take anymore, Lana. I need to feel you around me,” Michael breathes against my thigh. There’s an urgency in his voice that I’ve not heard before. He’s usually so calm and measured and I like that he’s as frantic for this as I am.

  My chin trembles as I realize he’s already lining up his thick cock, guiding it to where I’m wet and swollen.

  The pressure there is delicious. My body takes time to adjust to his size, giving way slowly as he pushes his way inside me. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly and loudly, my pussy expanding beyond anything I’ve known as it accepts Michael’s cock. I throw my head back, my vision swimming from the pleasure of being so full, so stretched open.

  “Does that feel good?” Joseph whispers next to me, tracing my partially opened mouth with his tongue. “Do you want him to fuck you, Lana?”

  I quickly nod my head. “Yes.”

  Joseph meets Michael’s gaze and nods. “Show her how it’s done, bro.”

  Michael thrusts himself deeper inside of me, pushing my legs wider apart and I’m sure I’m going to come all over again very soon if he keeps it up.

  Sweat beads across my forehead as Michael methodically pumps in and out of me at a controlled rhythm, holding onto my hips tightly. With Joseph’s hot and hungry mouth on mine, all I see and smell is him, but all I feel is Michael’s cock fucking me faster and faster.

  “Lana,” Michael says breathlessly as he picks up the pace. “I want to feel you come on me.”

  My eyes widen as Joseph’s thumb begins rubbing small frenzied circles around my clit while Michael keeps thrusting against me. So many times I’ve gotten close to coming from penetrative sex but there’s never been enough to get me over the edge, but the way Joseph can touch me while his brother fucks me is different. It’s perfect pressure and I almost don’t believe that it’s possible for me to come again and like this.

  I hear a frenzied cry and it takes me a moment to realize it’s me. I’m so close…so desperately close and then I’m sailing away of wave after wave of pleasure, eyes scrunched closed, tiny pinpricks of light dotting my vision as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. Michael practically roars as he slams home once, twice more, before he shoots his release deep inside of me.

  “Perfect, baby. That’s it,” Joseph mumbles against my ear.

  It takes minutes for me to come around. Michael is now lying on one side of me and Joseph on the other. Their hands brush over my skin so gently I get a lump in my throat. Michael’s breathing still hasn’t slowed but Joseph is calm. Waiting for his turn.

  I don’t want him to do anything to set back his recovery, but maybe if I do all the work, he’ll be fine. I roll onto my side. “You wanna feel me, Joe?” I ask him.

  He grins his signature smile, part angel part devil. “Yes ma’am,” he says. He goes to move but I press on his shoulder. “You get to lie there and enjoy the ride, Joe.”

  I’m thinking that he might object. I get the feeling that he likes to be in control, but instead, he puts his hands behind his head as though he’s going to enjoy letting me take charge.

  “Let me feel you move,” he says softly, as I straddle his hips and position him. It’s a soft slide onto his cock and his eyes flutter shut. I roll my hips gently, careful not to jar him in any way. His thighs contract beneath my ass and Michael’s hands grip my hips, helping me to move smoothly.

  There is something so mesmerizing about holding this rhythm, watching Joseph’s cheeks flush and his chest rise and fall rapidly as he gets closer. My clit is too sensitive for me to come again, but just doing this, feeling him swelling inside me feels so unbelievably good that I don’t care.

  “You feel amazing,” Joe says gruffly, reaching up to pinch at my nipples, making me buck a little harder and faster. He groans then as if that little extra was what he needed to get him closer.

  “You gonna come?” I ask him softly, continuing to move the way he likes it.

  “Yeah, baby,” he gasps. His abs seize, raising him off the bed into a curl as he comes. His fingers grip my thighs hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. All my focus is on Joseph and his pleasure.

  “That’s it,” Michael says from behind me. His hands move to caress my breasts, my arms, my hips. And for a few moments more, I enjoy being here, between two gorgeous men who are so concerned with my enjoyment and my comfort in a way I’ve never known before. I revel in the release of this experience, knowing that like most good things in life, it can’t be anything more than a fleeting moment of perfection. I lay between Michael and Joseph and feel safe for the first time in years. I wait until their breathing changes to the soft inhale and exhale of the sleeping. Then I rise carefully, gather my clothes and leave it all behind.

  In a few hours, Olivia will be home. Joseph will need nurse Lana and things will have to go back to how they were.

  And before I know it, I’ll be moving on to a new patient and all of this will just have to remain a beautiful memory, no matter how hard it will be.

  15

  MICHAEL

  She left my bed without giving us a chance to talk about what happened. I suspected she would. I don’t know what I expected to happen between the three of us anyway. That we’d suddenly be one big happy family? For Lana, it was always going to be a moment of weakness in her otherwise professional and restrained life. I knew that but it still hurts.

  I run my hands over my head again, staring at myself in the steam-smeared mirror. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here after the shower, wondering about how I can approach her. It’s been three days and I still haven’t figured out if the other night was just the three of us getting caught up in a moment, or something more.

  Watching Lana though, only further proves what I believe—that she feels the same way about us as we do her, but getting her to accept that is another matter.

  Finally finding my resolve, I slip on my robe and pull the belt tight, knowing that since Olivia’s at school, there’s no time like the present. If all goes well, Lana will accept our invitation to stay here at the penthouse. For good.

  It’s quiet in the house, as Rita’s out running errands for me, and Joseph’s probably sleeping off the pain meds, so I head to the back part of the penthouse where Lana & Olivia’s suite is.

  The hallway that leads to it echoes Lana’s soft voice, and I pause for a moment, realizing she’s speaking to someone. I don’t want to pry, but it’s hard not to take those next few steps forward, wondering who she might be talking to.
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br />   As I get to the opening of their suite, the light pours in from the back windows, highlighting the sofa, where Lana sits facing away from me, twirling a dark curl around her finger.

  “Yes, that would be perfectly fine, thank you. I would have to wait until my daughter is home from school, but yes, most certainly. Of course. With traffic permitting, I believe I will be there by six o’clock this evening.” There’s a soft, polite laugh, and the back of Lana’s head bobs up and down as she nods. “Yes, it was a pleasure meeting you, too. Goodbye.”

  Eavesdropping isn’t my style, but it seems that I’ve been given my answer without even needing to ask the question. When Lana said she had an errand to run yesterday afternoon, I thought it was strange that she returned empty-handed, but didn’t pry. Now I know where she must have gone. To apply for her next nursing position, and from the way she sounded on the phone just now, she may have just aced it. Which only means one thing.

  Without turning around, Lana heads into the bedroom, and after a moment, I can hear the sound of suitcases and bags being unzipped. The blood drains from my face. Is she already packing? Is she planning on leaving tonight?

  More importantly, have Joseph and I made her so uncomfortable that she feels like she has to leave immediately like this?

  I know I should just turn back and leave her to it, clearly, she’s already made up her mind, but something pulls at me, and I find my feet moving on their own accord. I stand in the doorway of her bedroom, watching Lana meticulously fold a pair of her blue scrubs. I knock on the door, but when she slowly lifts her head and meets my gaze, I think she already knew I was here. “Hi.”

  Without pausing, Lana places the clothes in the large black suitcase and moves on to the next pair of scrubs. “Hi.”

  “So, I wanted to come talk to you and let you know that…” my voice trails off as I realize that everything I had meaning to say was completely pointless, so I switch gears. “Joseph and I have agreed to give you a bonus for all of your help with his physical therapy.”

  This makes her stop, though, and she sighs. “That’s really not necessary, Michael.”

  The way she softly says my name tightens everything in my chest. “We insist. Call it your severance package if you want. But we want you to take it. It’s enough to pay for Olivia to get into Wellington-Meade.”

  When she spins around, the blue pants falling to the bed, her dark eyes are blazing. She wants to desperately refuse me, I can already tell, but she’s torn about it with the way she chews on her bottom lip. I want to reach out and touch it, run my thumb along its soft fullness.

  “I can’t accept something like that.”

  “I won’t take no for an answer, and before you start to question my motives here, let me just add that this comes with no strings attached. There aren’t any conditions. If you’d rather pay for something else, then that is up to you. I…we, just want to make sure you two are taken care of. Especially since you’ve done such a great job with Joseph.”

  “I…don’t know what to say.” She sounds exhausted, leaving me to wonder if she’s been getting much sleep. I know I haven’t.

  Holding up my hand, I motion for her to wait. I jog back into the office, grab the company checkbook and a pen, quickly jot down the amount and her name, sign it and rip it out, walking back into her suite and handing it to her. Her fingers are warm, and I fight the urge to brush the curls away from her face. She really doesn’t look like she’s gotten much sleep, now that I’m close enough to see the dark circles under her eyes.

  “Thank you. This means a lot to me. To us.”

  I nod, swallowing against the dryness in my mouth. “I’m going to miss you, Lana, and even though he’s not entirely forthcoming about things usually, I know Joseph will too. Of course, we’ll miss Olivia too. It’s been amazing having you two here, in ways I didn’t even think.” I take another conscious step toward her, and to my surprise, she doesn’t back up.

  Her lips part. She’s about to say something, but I can’t hold back anymore. I lean down, brushing my lips across hers, thinking back to a few nights ago when I held her in my arms. When I felt every inch of her. My cock stirs as Lana presses herself against me, her mouth working against mine, the robe not doing much to hide my excitement. I could take her right here, right now, feel everything all over again.

  Lana makes a noise and gently disengages herself, her lips kiss-swollen. “I…I can’t do this again, Michael.” She looks down at the suitcase, avoiding my gaze. “I need to make sure everything is ready for when Olivia gets home,” she adds.

  She’s making excuses, avoiding having the face the way I know she feels. He hands tremble and I want to hold them, but instead, I smooth over the feeling of extreme disappointment and nod. If I’ve learned anything about Lana over the past few months it’s that she can’t be coerced into anything. She has to make decisions for herself. “I completely understand,” I lie. In reality, I can’t fathom how she can walk away from this. “I can help if you’d like.”

  But she just shakes her head, no longer looking at me. “It’ll be better if I handle this myself.”

  With one last smile that she doesn’t see, I nod again and leave her to it, but before I can make it to the hallway, I hear Lana’s phone ring in the bedroom.

  She picks it up, sounding agitated right from the start. “Hello? No, I have not been avoiding you. I’ve just been busy with work and—well, if you don’t like the agreement, then you’ll have to take it back up with the court. But she’s my responsibility. I take care of her, not you. If you think—” her voices rises, cracks, and I want to go in and soothe her, to protect her and Olivia from the kind of heartbreak they must be dealing with.

  Except Lana would be angrier if I didn’t respect her privacy. The last thing she would want is for me to butt in, so I keep walking until I make it back to my own room and shut the door. I force myself to accept that she’s going to leave, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying. Lana is worth the effort and maybe, in time, she’ll see what she’s missing by leaving us behind.

  16

  JOSEPH

  Recovery from my accident has been a bitch. It's taken me months to get back on my feet, literally, and those months would've been spent being pissed off and angry at the world if it weren't for Lana. She listened to my stubborn ass and made sure I was doing everything I was supposed to do, that I was getting all my medicines, and that I wasn't wasting away in that god-forsaken bed. My life's been difficult since the snowboarding accident.

  Watching her roll hers and Olivia's suitcases over to the front door is even harder.

  Michael's standing next to the bookcase, looking stoic as ever, but even he doesn't look completely put together. The way he clasps and unclasps his hands together means he's restless. If he's restless, I'm totally on edge.

  When Michael pulls his phone out to check something, he gives me a stiff nod before looking over at Lana and Olivia. Lana's very obviously avoiding eye contact, her face flushed as she reaches into her purse, looking for something.

  "The car is downstairs, ready to go. Your driver is on his way up now, to help with your things."

  "Oh, okay," Lana says, her voice distant. Next to her, Olivia surveys the room, her eyes darting between the three of us standing around quietly. It feels like I'm slowly suffocating, and I can't help but wonder how Lana feels about all of this.

  "Lana. You don't have to do this, you know. You could stay. You could both stay," I whisper hoarsely, unaware of when I managed to take a few steps toward them.

  "See? I told you they want us to stay, Mom!" Olivia exclaims, sounding uncharacteristically whiny. "We don't have to leave." She looks at me with those same big brown eyes, practically pleading with me. I’m going to miss having her sweet face around. I’m going to miss her light laughter and the way she always surprises me with her thinking.

  But it's no use, not when Lana's mind is made up. She frowns at me, then Michael. "You know that we can’t," she say
s gently but firmly.

  I want to argue with her, to make her see what she's giving up and what she's taking away from us, but out of the corner of my eye, Michael tenses, so I drop it. My shoulders slump, pulling taut the sore muscles in my lower back. "At least let us check in on you from time to time, okay?"

  She gives us both another nod, not the friendly Lana one, but the professional nurse one. Her mask is back on. "Of course."

  Olivia runs to me first, wrapping her arms gingerly around my waist and hugging me, while Michael looks at Lana. "Thank you." I don't know what it's for, but I squeeze her back anyway, sighing as she pulls back with a cheesy grin on her face. Olivia turns to Michael who smiles down at her, having just hugged Lana. Lana takes a tentative step toward me while they're hugging now, biting her lip.

  Why does she have to be so goddamn beautiful, even when she's sad? "I guess I should say thank you, too," I mutter, but I'm blown away and unable to carry on with any other sarcastic remarks as Lana hugs me. The clean scent of her skin and the spiciness of her hair leaves me feeling dizzy as she pulls away.

  "It was my pleasure, Joseph."

  At some point, the two of them are gone in a blur that I'm already trying to block out, and it's just me and Michael. Michael's head drops after the elevator reaches the lobby, and I shake mine. "Do you think she'll be back?"

  "I don't know. She needs her space, you know? Needs to figure things out on her own, I think. If she does decide to come back, it won't be right away."

  I follow him back inside, wincing as I slam the door harder than I intended to. "We should have tried harder. To get her to stay."

  He lets out a sigh, taking a seat on the sofa, his head in his hands. "It would've only made things worse. At least this way, there may be a chance... later on. If we can get her to see…" When he uncovers his face I'm shocked by just how haunted his expression is.

  We haven't had the time to really talk about things much. Not about Lana, not my recovery, or even the casino, but it slowly dawns on me that Michael and I have feelings for the same woman. In any other instance, this would mean war, but it's my brother, and the other night only proves to me that some things happen for a reason. "Do you it could work?"