Royal Baby Double Trouble_A Two Princes MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  She reached her hands out towards us and began to cry as we walked away from her. That sight broke my heart. But I knew she would be all right. She loved my parents, and they were happy be getting two granddaughters and loved spending time with her.

  In any event, we had to leave if we were ever going to start our honeymoon. Darien and I waved goodbye and stepped onto the private jet.

  I stepped inside the jet and behind the cockpit were three rows of large and comfy seats, with two bench seats lining each side. I put my bags down and slid down into one of the chairs, exhausted. Darien took the seat beside me and we prepared for takeoff.

  Darien reached across the aisle for my hand. I smiled at him and took a breath. Darien watched me carefully, knowing that planes aren’t my preferred mode of transportation. He had told me a million times that I was more likely to be involved in a car crash than a plane crash, but a plane crash still seemed a lot scarier to me.

  “You’re good, hon?” Darien asked, gently. I nodded my head and smiled.

  After takeoff, Darien came over to me and knelt in front of me.

  “We made it, baby,” Darien said with a smile on his face.

  He ran his hands along my thighs, reaching my waist. I spread my legs wide in response and scooted my butt closer to him. I ran my hands along his arms and grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him towards me. I kissed him deeply on the mouth, taking in his scent and the moisture of his lips. I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

  “Our first time as husband and wife,” I said, kissing him lightly. “Do you think it will feel different?”

  “Oh, I’ll definitely make you feel something,” Darien said, jokingly.

  He pulled me close to him and kissed me again. He pulled me out of my seat and held me tightly against him. He trailed kisses down my neck in a fashion that made me tilt my head back in pleasure.

  I reached a hand along Darien’s leg and felt a stiffness growing against my palm. I teased him by trailing my fingers along the bulge in his jeans. Darien moved closer to me, a laugh on his lips, and rubbed his erection against my leg. I unhooked his belt and unzipped his jeans in one fluid movement. The material fell to the floor in an instant.

  I pulled off my sweater and guided Darien’s hands to the buttons on my blouse. He started off carefully and then fully popped my top open in an instant, my breasts revealing themselves to him in a black lace bra.

  He cupped my breasts in his hands, and rubbed his face against them, back and forth. He took in the scent coming off my skin and trailed kisses from my breasts to my neck and back up to my lips. I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor. And Darien took the opportunity to suck on my elongated nipples, taking each one in turn.

  I sensually took off my panties and watched Darien’s every move. I held my wet panties in my hand and dangled them above Darien like a dog begging for a treat. I tossed them into his face with a laugh and Darien caught them, holding them to his nose, taking in my scent. I nodded my head at him and he dropped the panties to the floor.

  I moved closer to Darien and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I ran my hands along his broad chest, marveling at the fitness of his body. I kissed his nipples gently and trailed my hand down to his briefs again.

  I teased him some more by sliding a hand into his briefs and taking his erect member in my hands. Darien pulled his briefs all the way down as I knelt in front of him and took his large and pulsating cock into my mouth. I slid my tongue along his penis back and forth, taking him all the way into the back of my throat. I pulled back, his penis puckering like it would a lollypop. I stroked his penis with my hands and began pumping faster and faster with each stroke.

  Darien put his hands in my hair, his head tilted back in pleasure. When I sensed Darien reaching climax, I teasingly licked the tip of his cock and vigorously pushed him back onto the chair. In one fluid movement, I was on top of Darien and I slid my dripping wet pussy onto his hard cock. I moaned in pleasure as Darien filled me up. I pulled Darien’s head toward me and kissed him deeply.

  “So that’s what it feels like,” I said, with a smile on my face. “To be with a married man.”

  Darien laughed at my joke and kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

  I pulled back and began bouncing on top of Darien’s dick, picking up the pace with each movement. Darien grabbed my ass and squeezed gently, encouraging my rhythm. I felt myself nearing climax and I picked up the pace even further. I rubbed my clit with my free hand, the other running my fingers through Darien’s hair.

  In an instant, both Darien and I let out loud moans as we both reached our destination together. I arched my back as Darien unloaded inside me.

  I began laughing uncontrollably once I started to come down from the high. Darien looked at me curiously, feeling his erection weaken against his leg.

  “What’s so funny?” Darien asked, as I pulled my body off his and maneuvered into his lap. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and anguish. “Was that not good for you?”

  “Oh baby, that was amazing,” I said quickly. “As it always is. I never tire of our time together. It’s just that I was thinking about how we first met, and the fact that I never gave you a lap dance. That’s ironic.”

  I managed to breathe out the rest of my statement, still tired and pumped from our amazing sex session. I ran my hands though Darien’s hair and kissed him on the temple.

  “It’s harder to recover from this climax than it normally is. It must be the higher altitude. I feel out of shape, even though I hit the gym a few times a week in order to fit into my wedding dress.”

  “Well, don’t lose too much weight,” Darien asked, with a smile. He pulled me toward him and rubbed my bare back gently with his hands. “I love your curves. I mean, they’re your curves so you can do what you want with them, but I hope you keep them.”

  “Of course I will,” I told him. “I like when you hold onto my hips or my ass when we come together, and we can’t do that if I lose my curves.”

  “Exactly,” Darien said. “I’m going to get that lap dance at some point and, unlike at the club, I’m going to make sure you give me a happy ending. We’ll come together then too. And that’s what married people are supposed to do, right? Come together? I think they’re supposed to do everything together. Including finishing together.”

  “You bet your ass they are,” I said and kissed him deeply. “We’re in this together. No matter what. Whatever life brings our way, we can conquer it as long as we’re together.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Darien said, holding me, his new bride, close to his body.

  I nestled my head into Darien’s neck, taking in our adventure high above the clouds. Then I look at the man whose strong arms are holding me, looking forward to the adventures we have ahead of us.

  I’m not sure what life will throw at us but I’m ready for us to handle them together. I wouldn’t have it any other way, either.

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  Three Billionaires for Valentine’s: An MFMM Menage

  Copyright © 2018 by Sierra Sparks and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Sizzling Hot Reads.

  Chapter 1 – Belinda

  It was a great day for golf. Sunny, mild, low winds and cold beers. My friend, Franklin, always brought the beer. Carl had joined us as well.

  I used to think I had a thing for Carl. He was young and sorta clueless, but every time
he bent over to get a ball, I couldn’t help but admire his lean but chiseled physique. Now, though, he was kind of starting to wear on me. I was beginning to think he was too scrawny for my tastes. It must have just been my libido talking— I sure was horny these days.

  I thought I could do better than Carl, though. I didn’t mean to brag, but I was one of those curvy girls who worked out every day for this ass. I’d been compared to Reese Witherspoon— okay, people usually said something along the lines of “a chubby Reese Witherspoon,” but it still counted— and my buddy Franklin would phrase it as “an evil Reese Witherspoon.”

  I didn’t know about his “evil” comparison. I always thought the original Reese Witherspoon was pretty evil already. Ever see This Means War? It takes a lot to make Tom Hardy look bad in a movie. And as for peoples’ “chubby” comparison— well, no matter how hard I worked out or how well I watched what I eat, I still seemed to have eternal baby chub. But that’s what I’d been told made me look so young and cute, so, I’d learned to love it. If that made me egotistical, I guess you’d have to find me guilty of that charge.

  Franklin wasn’t too shabby for a guy in his 50’s. I mean, he was bald with a soul patch, but he was attractive and fit for his age. His ex was an idiot for divorcing him. Franklin was a blast. He drove the golf cart at top speed with one hand and a beer in the other. How could you not admire that?

  “All right, let’s start this back nine!” announced Franklin, skidding to a halt. “We should hurry this along. We could run out of beer!”

  “Oh, the horror,” I added. “Hand me another brewski, will you Carl?”

  “Sure,” he said obediently. “You guys sure drink a lot of beer when you golf.”

  “You should try it,” I encouraged. “Loosen up. It’s a golf game.”

  “Oh, no thanks,” Carl demurred. “I read that sun and alcohol don’t mix. Plus, I have to drive home later.”

  Carl turned away and rifled through the cooler to find me a beer in the ice. Franklin took the moment to mock him behind his back. He pointed to Carl and then made a square with his fingers.

  “Buddy, you gotta learn to live life,” said Franklin. “Live every day off like it’s your last.”

  “Oh, I might have to head to the office,” Carl admitted. “I’m on call.”

  “On call? What are you? A doctor?” said Franklin, sarcastically. “I promise you that whatever those underlings attempt to get you to do today is just shit work no one else wants to figure out how to do themselves.”

  “He’s right,” I agreed. “Turn off your phone and pretend your battery died. This is wise advice from an old man.”

  “Hey!” objected Franklin. “Don’t tee me off when I’m about to tee off.”

  Franklin teed up a ball and then sliced the shit out of it trying to knock it down the fairway. Carl’s phone rang and he stupidly answered.

  “Oh, great,” he said, sounding really excited for someone who was answering a work call from the golf course. “I’ll be there within the hour.”

  Carl hung up.

  “Welp, gotta go,” he announced, not even trying to look sad about it.

  “You’re not even going to finish the game?” objected Franklin. “That’s wrong, Carl. Just wrong.”

  “I’ll catch you guys next time,” said Carl grabbing his bag. “We have a new employee starting at the office today and that was my brother, saying she just got there. From her LinkedIn pic, she’s smoking hot. Gotta go see if reality matches up with the fantasy.”

  I rolled my eyes. That was another thing I didn’t like about Carl: his cockiness.

  “Let me drive you back to the clubhouse,” Franklin offered. “Maybe we could get a drink before you go.”

  “No, you guys finish the game,” assured Carl. “No time for a drink. See ya.”

  Carl hefted his clubs on his rippling shoulders and started walking back to the clubhouse. I used to imagine what it would be like to get manhandled by that clueless musclehead. But now I was over it. I watched him go any way, though. Franklin laughed at me.

  “Jesus, why don’t you just wear a sign that says, ‘Please fuck me, Carl’?” joked Franklin. “Be a bit more subtle.”

  “What is it with guys that young?” I lamented. “Were you that oblivious?”

  “Probably, but he is kinda young for you, let’s be honest.”

  I teed up a ball and smacked it down the fairway. I sliced it too, but not as bad as Franklin.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” I admitted. “Carl’s not my type in lots of ways. Not the least of which is that I usually go for older guys.”

  “How old?” asked Franklin. “I’m not that old.”

  “You must be that drunk,” I kidded, hopping onto the golf cart.

  Franklin started to drive us towards the balls. We had teased each other about getting together, but it didn’t seem serious until now. The two of us had great rapport. I was finding it hard to think of a reason why I wouldn’t try and date Franklin, quite frankly. Comparatively, Carl was kind of a moron in my eyes. I mean, I was sure he was right for someone— apparently, he hoped, his newest hire— but I’d decided that that someone wasn’t me. Franklin, on the other hand, had his act together and he was pretty attractive.

  “Come on, seriously,” said Franklin on the cart. “It would be fun, you and me, going out. We could always stop if it got weird. Or if it didn’t get weird enough,” joked Franklin.

  “Pff! I don’t know, Franklin,” I teased. “I’m not so sure you’d be able to keep up with me. Remember, I’ve seen your golf game.”

  “My last girlfriend was younger than you,” reminded Franklin.

  “That was your wife and you were high school sweethearts,” I reminded him.

  “Still true. C’mon, let’s just have a drink. Alcohol will solve everything,” he promised, eyeing up his shot.

  “Fine, but we take this slow. All I’m agreeing to is the drink,” I insisted.

  Franklin hacked his ball out of the weeds and onto the green.

  “See that?” said Franklin. “My luck’s already changing.”

  We finished the back nine and went up to the clubhouse. Franklin’s buddies, Theo and Miles were there. Theo was in his 30’s, kind of a smooth operator, but a bit of a workaholic. He reminded me a bit of a white Jimmy Smits. Miles was in his 40’s, but shot out of a cannon. People said he should do stand up because he had an air of a class clown about him. The drinks in the club house were margaritas.

  “Belinda, did you lose weight?” asked Theo with a smile. “Not that you would need to.”

  “Well, she’d have to drop the two hundred pounds of shit sitting right next to me,” kidding Theo, referring to Franklin. “Or is it, two twenty?”

  “Screw you, Theo,” growled Franklin. “I didn’t see you on the links today. Still trying to find your putter?”

  Theo had thrown his putter into the lake a few weeks ago. The other guys never let him forget about it. You know how guys are. Always trash talking about this or that, even when they were friends.

  Franklin was trying to press his luck with me, now that I opened the door to a possible romantic relationship. I guess Theo and Miles must’ve sensed what was going on. I got the distinct impression they upped their flirting game. Guys. So competitive, right? But, hey, who doesn’t love the attention, right?

  Still, Franklin and I were at least six beers and two margaritas deep. Guess he forgot his friends were vying for my attention too, because he just suddenly made a move.

  “Hey Belinda,” said Franklin. “Carl and Clayton’s office is throwing this Christmas party. You want to go with me?”

  Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but he had added the words “with me” to that question. That meant as a couple, clearly. I wasn’t ready. I flinched.

  “Only if Theo and Miles can come,” I bantered back.

  Oh, God. I was drunk. Sorry, Franklin. Fortunately, he was drunk too, so while he gave me a confused look, he a
greed.

  Chapter 2 –Belinda

  The day of the Christmas party, I was in a weird mood. I basically had a date with three guys. Sure, I’d gone out in groups before, but this didn’t feel that way. This felt like a date with four people. Was this weird? Would people know? They couldn’t know, right?

  Franklin picked me up from my house with Theo and Miles in tow. I felt the eyes of the entire town on me as I rushed to get into his car. Is this happening or am I just being weird? It was the margaritas. If anything got too weird, I’d just blame it all on that.

  Carl and Clayton’s Christmas party was a pretty great bash, but then the real announcement came when they both professed their love for the same woman! This real cute girl, Mandy, had only been working for the brothers for a short time. It turned out that she was the reason Carl had booked it off the green so quickly that day when Franklin and I were playing golf with him— and he was very glad he had. Apparently, I had heard, she was quite the hot commodity. No one in the office was sure which brother she was dating, but it turned out to be both.

  They were totally serious.

  I looked around. The world didn’t seem to end. Suddenly, my situation didn’t seem odd at all. I mean, if Mandy could be in love with two men, why couldn’t I go on a date with three, right? It could be fun. And if Carl, Clayton and Mandy could make it work at what was apparently a relationship, I certainly could make it work on a date.

  We got our drink on, which made everything make more sense. I started to relax at the idea of having three dates. Franklin and Miles were joking, while Theo became an on-the-spot bartender mixing four amazing Appletinis.

  “Hey Belinda,” asked Franklin, after the fourth or fifth drink. “We were thinking of heading back to my place to exchange Christmas presents.”

  “You got me a Christmas present?” I said, touched. “That’s so sweet. I got something for you too.”

  We finished up our drinks and decided to head back to Franklin’s house to exchange gifts.