Double Mountain Trouble: A MFM Menage Romance

by Katerina Cole

  “Look at me. I want to see the lust in your eyes,” he commanded.

  I was lost in pleasure and sensation. His fingers had taken me to the brink of insanity. I had no thoughts. No power to make a rational decision. I was drawn to this man. This complete stranger like a moth to a flame.

  Three

  Crawford

  As she looked up at me, she bit down on her lower lip, and I was within an inch of losing what self-control I had.

  “Babe, you have no idea how much I'd like to bend you over right here, right now, and ...”

  “What a gentleman,” she scoffed between breaths.

  “I have never claimed to be and clearly you must know that, considering all those tabloids you read,” I replied, plunging my fingers into her deeper than before.

  She moaned low in her throat. I could feel her walls tightening around me, getting ready to send her over the edge, but I refused to let her go. I slowed the tempo and pulled one finger out and then the second. She whimpered at the loss.

  Oh, how I loved that sound.

  It was like a drug to me.

  She drew in a shallow breath, unable to speak. I smiled, knowing that I had her right where I wanted her.

  “What if someone comes in this way? I don't want to be known as the girl who fucked Crawford Hawkins in a hallway.”

  I brushed the hair from her shoulder. “So I was right? You do want to fuck me.”

  “Yes.” She paused. “No,” she said, averting her eyes from my stare. “Yes.”

  I took her hand, threading my fingers through hers, and led her to the storage room.

  “Are you serious?” Her eyes widened.

  “Baby, you might not know this, but there are two things I never joke about: football and fucking.”

  She bit her lip in that sexy way again as I pulled her into the room with me. There was a long table on one side that was stacked with takeout boxes. On the opposite wall was a tower of shelves overflowing with silverware, salt, pepper, napkins, and beer pilsners.

  The other space was filled with cases of beer and kegs. I looked at the table. It would work.

  I locked the door.

  “Right here?” She looked skeptical.

  My fingers flicked the button on her shorts as I shimmied them over her firm ass and toned thighs. I lifted her easily onto the table as she gasped at my quickness.

  “You’re fucking hot. You know that?”

  I dipped to kiss her, my tongue running between her lush soft lips. She purred under the kiss, sucking on my tongue, nipping at my mouth for more. Hell, she was a spitfire disguised as an angel. A beautiful angel I was going to fuck in the back of Catch. My cock was hard against my jeans.

  My fingers found their favorite place between her slice of heaven. I circled once before she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip with pleasure. I exhaled in a growl and fought the urge to sink into her now.

  I ran my fingers between her slick folds, drawing deep thrusts from her hips. I kissed her harder, grabbing a handful of hair and smashing her mouth to mine. She tasted like the sweetness of rain. I had to know if the rest of her was just as sweet.

  I broke from her mouth, dropping to my knees. She started to protest, but I yanked her ass toward the edge of the table, propped her feet on my shoulders, and ripped the thin cotton panties off her pussy.

  “Oh God.” Her head reeled back in passion.

  I wanted every bit of her swollen clit. I teased it with my tongue, flicking with quick strokes. Her cream flowed freely and I grinned. Fucking her was going to be epic.

  “God,” she muttered.

  “That’s right, baby,” I growled before sucking her clit with controlling force. Her heels dug into my shoulders and she jutted forward, spreading her pussy wide for my access.

  I licked and lapped. Stroked and pumped until she panted.

  “I’m going to…”

  “Oh yeah.” My dick was so hard, I thought I’d come like this too. Watching this beautiful woman lose it from my tongue.

  I pumped my fingers inside her, widening them as my tongue stroked her clit. She needed a little warmup if she was going to accommodate everything I had to give her with my cock. And I was generous in bed. Or in the back of a bar. I wanted her to come as many times as humanly possible.

  Her breathing was heavy and throaty. “Hawk, oh God.”

  I reached for my zipper as the first wave of her orgasm started to roll. I wanted to feel this. The constricting walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. Just a taste. I wanted to fuck her once or twice in this ecstasy.

  Her pussy tightened around my fingers. She was so close I could feel it building in her. Her breath was coming in short small gasps.

  “Come for me. I want to feel your sweet honey coat my cock.” I freed my dick just as her eyes opened and landed on my monstrous erection. I was going to fuck her so hard we would both be breathless and senseless.

  I rose from my knees. Keeping one hand pumping in and out of her, the other guiding my cock to her tight heated paradise.

  One.

  Two.

  Three pumps. I nudged the tip against her opening. I hissed at the fire between her legs.

  And then we heard it. The banging on the door. The fist to wood sound that hammered into both of us. Fuck.

  “Hawk? You in there, you bastard?”

  Mia’s eyes darted to mine in complete fear and I wasn’t sure she wasn’t in pain. She was on the brink of having an epic orgasm delivered by Crawford Hawkins. No one should be deprived of that. She scooted back on the table, looking for something to cover herself with in a state of panic.

  I pressed a finger to my lips, silencing her.

  She shook her head rapidly.

  “It’s ok,” I whispered.

  “What, Joe? I’m on the phone,” I yelled through the door.

  The handle jiggled. Bastard was still trying to get in.

  “You’ve got a situation out here.”

  “What is it?” I had a fucking situation in here. I was ready to spend ten minutes in nirvana and he was cock-blocking me.

  Mia had quietly stepped one foot and then another to the floor and reached for her shorts.

  “Kennedy’s here.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered. “I’ll be right out.” I stuffed my dick in my pants, trying like hell to adjust myself when it was nearly impossible.

  I waited a second to make sure Joe was no longer in the hall before cracking the door. “He’s gone,” I reported.

  “Kennedy?” she asked.

  I rubbed the back of my head. “Nobody.”

  “I bet,” she huffed, pulling the shorts over her tan legs. The scowl on her face was surprisingly sexy.

  I held up the pair of torn panties. “Forgetting something?” I teased.

  She glared at me, trying to snatch them from my hands.

  “I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir.” I stuffed them in my pocket.

  Her mouth opened in surprise. “Give them back.”

  “You can have them back when we finish what we started,” I offered.

  She re-tied her waitress apron and tried to brush past me. “It shouldn’t have happened. It got out of hand.”

  “It didn’t even get close to where it needed to go, baby.” I raised my eyebrow at her.

  I could tell she was still trying to calm her breathing. I had the same problem. My cock was a rod of steel in my pants and wanted to burst free and take this pretty girl.

  I slipped a hand over her hip, drawing her toward me. I tipped her chin upward. I couldn’t help it. Kennedy was waiting. Joe was waiting. But I hadn’t had enough. I hadn’t gotten what I wanted.

  Four

  Mia

  His mouth was over mine and I felt a growl vibrate from his chest. My knees weakened and everything in my core tightened again in an instant. I relaxed into his arms, falling into his powerful hold. His tongue flicked against mine and I thought for a second that I could kiss this guy forever.

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bsp; I didn’t care if I was in the back of a bar. Or that it could cost me this job. The job I took to help cover the rest of my bills. None of that seemed to matter when his tongue danced in perfect rhythm anywhere on my body.

  He broke the kiss and I felt the quick plunge of regret sink in my stomach. What the hell had I done?

  “I’ve gotta go, baby.” He tapped the tip of my nose. “Raincheck?” He winked.

  There was no way in hell I was going to end up fucking some huge American Football Association star next to a stack of Styrofoam containers.

  I nodded my head too eagerly. Everything in me ached. I was so close to coming in the most amazing and erotic way. I didn’t want to admit it had been way too long since a man had made those kinds of sounds emanate from my throat. I’d almost lit on fire the instant he touched me. Hawk was sexy and hot. He was a playboy. And he had made me break any and all rules I had ever lived by.

  He stepped toward the door. “Count to ten or something before you walk out,” he instructed.

  “Fine.” I didn’t want to sound like a bitch. It wasn’t his fault. It was my own for letting him drag me back here.

  Now he had my panties in his pocket. I was turned on more than I ever had been in my life and I doubted I could ever ease that pain without him. Damn it.

  He closed the door and I was left alone in the supply room to face the reality of what I had almost just done.

  I yanked my phone from one of the apron pockets and quickly typed his name into the search engine.

  My jaw dropped when I saw the list of headlines. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Maybe I had dodged a bullet. Womanizer didn’t come close to the list of sins on this guy’s list.

  I flipped through article after article about the women. The alcohol. The parties. I sighed. Crawford Hawkins was a train wreck. A sexy, smoldering train wreck that could destroy me.

  I jumped when I heard another knock on the door.

  “Mia? You in there?”

  The door creaked open. Hannah popped her head inside. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you, girl. You are seriously in the weeds.”

  “The weeds?”

  She stared at me with her hands on her hips. “Your tables are backed up.” She smacked her gum.

  “Oh, sorry.” I moved toward the door.

  “Saw Crawford walk out about a minute ago. You wouldn’t have been back here with him, would you?”

  I felt the flush down my neck. I was so transparent. “What?” I tried to sound incredulous. I don’t know if I pulled it off.

  “Piece of advice, honey. He’s a fuck and run type. No strings attached. You know what I’m saying?”

  I nodded quietly. “Yes.”

  I followed her down the hallway. “I’m serious. He’s slept with every girl in this place,” she smacked over her shoulder. “And he’s hot as shit, but if you expect a phone call or a steak dinner, you’ve got the wrong guy. Understand?”

  I was too embarrassed or mortified to respond.

  “Tables aren’t going to serve themselves.” She pointed to my section. How long had I been in the storage room? Every table was packed. But the only one I had eyes on was occupied by a tall, broad football player who had a sexy brunette on his lap.

  Five

  Crawford

  Kennedy greeted me with a deep kiss. “Crawford, baby. Wanna get out of here?”

  My hesitation surprised even me. Pops was gone and Joe was sitting at the bar. Some of the other Sharks had joined him.

  “Maybe later, babe.”

  Her face filled with disappointment. I knew it was probably ridiculous. What was the difference between one pussy and another? But I'd had Kennedy. I knew what she had to offer. Yeah, she fucked like a wildcat, but I’d done that. Something happened in that storeroom just now. Something I hadn’t had time to process. Thinking about the way Mia’s pussy hugged my fingers made my cock hard.

  The way she sounded. The way her innocent eyes lit with fire when I touched her. She was already addictive and I’d only known the girl an hour.

  Kennedy pouted. “Babe, I just got into town. Don't be like that. Have I failed you yet?”

  She gave me one of her seductive smiles, adjusting her breasts. One thing was for sure—she had great breasts. Breasts perfect for titty fucking. The image of her as I thrust my cock between her tits and blast cum all over her face made my blood rush again.

  Two for one, I thought to myself.

  I wondered if she and Mia would be willing to have a threesome, but the thought was fleeting. I wanted Mia all to myself with no distractions. Kennedy liked to be the center of attention.

  That was how it had always been with her. I’d known Kennedy since college. She was one of the exceptions to my rule. But she was also the only woman who seemed ok with fucking without attachment. She was a rare find.

  But I wasn’t up for her tonight. I had a taste of something new. I had a new thirst. Only a sip of a new honey and I wanted complete satisfaction. Until I fucked Mia, I wasn’t going to be happy.

  And maybe it was more than that. But like fuck if I was going to talk to Kennedy about that shit. She might be my fuck buddy, but she was still a woman. A woman with long claws she liked to sink into me when she got the chance.

  “What is wrong with you? You’re acting weird. You’re never like this after a game,” she huffed.

  I didn’t need her psychoanalysis of my emotional state. I knew exactly what I needed. I looked around for Mia. I hadn’t seen her since I walked out of the storeroom, but I had Kennedy to thank for that.

  I felt the familiar squeeze on my thigh, inching toward my cock. It was still hard and throbbing.

  “Well hello, baby,” she sighed.

  I pushed her off my leg. “Knock it off, Kennedy.”

  “You’re playing hard to get tonight? I can role play if you want.” Her fingers walked over my bicep as if they were a pair of legs.

  “I assure you I’m not.”

  “You’re as hard as a rock. Let’s get out of here and fuck.”

  I’d had enough. Before I could snap at her, I saw the flash of blond hair from the corner of my eye. I turned and heard Mia’s voice in an unnatural octave.

  There was a big burly biker hot on her heels.

  “Look, I told you, Steve. I'm not interested.”

  “Aww … Come on, babe," he said, grabbing her ass.

  She cried out, swatting at his hulking hand. His other hand latched onto her waist.

  I lost it. It sent me over the edge. Her pleas. His relentless stupidity. I jumped from the table, knocking the stool over in the process.

  Within a second, I was face to face with the bastard.

  “Steve, is it? Why don't you leave her the fuck alone?” My eyes raged with anger.

  “Why don't you mind your own damn business? This is between me and the bitch.”

  “It’s fine, Hawk, I’ve got it,” Mia eked out as Mike reached around and grabbed her ass again.

  Fury filled me. I’d be damned if I was going to stand here and let him continue to touch her after she had already told him to stop. I lost all composure. I seized him and turned him to face me. I reared back to punch him. Before I could, Joe gripped my arm, holding me back just as the biker’s fist sailed toward my face. The impact pushed Joe and me backward.

  I saw red. There was only one way this would end.

  Everything around me faded as the fuel of injustice powered through me. All I could focus on was Steve and his filthy hands all over Mia. Her telling him over and over to stop. I hit him once that I knew of and then probably again, but I couldn’t remember.

  “Dude. Stop. The cops have been called,” Joe pleaded.

  At that moment, the blackness swallowed me whole.

  Six

  Mia

  My stomach rumbled for the tenth time in the last five minutes. This time loud enough to be heard across the room. I had forgotten breakfast as I rushed out the door this morning. And I hadn’t thought
about bringing lunch. Again.

  I needed to start taking better care of myself, but there were only so many hours in a day and it seemed that out of the twenty-four most people were able to function with, I had thirty-five hours of work to complete. That didn’t include showering or eating.

  I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to reach up on my toes to get a stretch down the back of my legs. I should have been used to being on my feet all day, but once I added night shifts, my body revolted. It was too much. All of it.

  There was another reason I couldn’t eat. It could be summed up in two words: Crawford Hawkins.

  I sighed louder than I meant to, but I glanced out the windows that lined the wall on the left of the classroom. All the children were on the playground, and I had a break from recess duty. I had a minute to let my stomach roll with the memory of what happened last week. It wavered between nausea, excitement, and dread.

  I turned from the window. It was supposed to be easy money. Guaranteed to add enough cash in my pocket to pay my bills so I didn’t have to leave the education center. I sat on the corner of my desk. I took a job doing something humiliating so I could keep one that meant more to me than anything else. It was some kind of twisted poetic irony.

  Nothing else that happened once I tied on that waitress apron made any sense. I almost had sex in the back of the bar. I had let a man I’d never met touch me. Kiss me. Lick me. Suck me like a piece of candy.

  And I liked it. No, I loved it.

  And for what? To get pawed at by a drunken biker? And then to have Crawford Hawkins defend my honor and end up being hauled off to jail? None of it made sense.

  I felt guilty. Guilty about everything. The almost sex. Missing part of my shift. The fight. Hawk’s arrest. Dragging my ass to work exhausted every morning this week. There wasn’t a corner I could turn to where I didn’t feel the guilt.

  It was as if something had possessed me that night. Something sexy. Something forbidden. And it was almost Hawk. I had almost let him take total control over me.