Double Team: A Menage Romance

by Sabrina Paige

  "Who said anything about love?" I ask.

  "None of you did," she says. "But call it mother's intuition."

  As I watch Grace walk back into the yard with my father, wearing a white sundress, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders, I have the fleeting thought that my mother might not be so crazy with her talk about love.

  38

  Grace

  "Ta-da!" Noah gestures.

  "So this used to be your room?" I look around the over-the-garage space. It's a large open room set up as a guest bedroom with two beds on opposite ends, a throw rug in the middle, and paintings of Colorado scenery on the walls.

  "Well, it was both of ours once Aiden moved in," Noah says. "I haven't been up here in years. I figured Mom would have converted it into an office or something."

  "At least she took down the posters and shit from the wall," Aiden says. "There was football crap everywhere. Do you remember?"

  "It was like football exploded in this room," Noah says. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here tonight? Or get a place in town? There's a bed and breakfast. The owner, June, is nice. She'd be discreet."

  I shake my head. "My cover story was that I came here for an interview. When my mother finds out the interview was 'cancelled', she's going to wonder what the hell I was still doing in West Bend. Or at this house, if my security blabs."

  "You're a kind person who decided to visit the sister of one of your big donors as a favor because the sister has a slight obsession with you."

  I laugh. "Annie was really sweet."

  "Did my mother interrogate you?" Noah asks. "She can be a little… intense."

  "She was wonderful. Both of your parents were," I tell them, and I mean it. They're the kind of parents I wish I had – loving and kind and genuinely concerned about their kids. Paul and Bess have the kind of relationship that I'd hope to have in twenty years; the way they still looked at each other, even in the middle of a party, made it clear they are still head-over-heels in love.

  "She was on her best behavior with you, then," Noah says.

  "Maybe." I can see how Bess could wheedle gossip out of anyone. She was casual about it, prodding gently while making dessert, but she was definitely probing. I wonder how much about me and Noah and Aiden she's put together.

  "Did she ask you about us?" Aiden asks.

  "No. Why? Did she ask about me?"

  Noah and Aiden look at each other. "She knows there's something going on between the three of us, but she also knows not to say anything. In fact, she was more concerned about us hurting you."

  "Hurting me?"

  "She told us not to hurt you. I mean, your heart. Not you physically. Not… your ass or anything." Noah babbles the way he does when he gets really nervous.

  "My ass?"

  "Her ass?" Aiden asks the question at the same time I do, punctuating it with a loud snort.

  "I'm glad your mother wasn't worried about my ass."

  "I'm worried about your ass," Aiden says, reaching out to put a hand on my butt.

  "Is that so?" I ask. "What are your concerns, exactly?"

  "Well, obviously I'm worried that your ass is starting to feel neglected."

  "Hmm," I muse. "We don't want that."

  "No, we definitely wouldn't want anything like that," Noah agrees. He steps close to me, sliding his hand around my waist to pull me toward him, and I crash against his chest. He takes my mouth without another word, his kiss demanding. Reaching behind me for Aiden, I grip his shirt, turning to kiss him next. His kiss is softer, gentler.

  Being with both of them is starting to feel so comfortable.

  Too comfortable.

  I think I might be falling for them.

  The thought pops into my head as our clothes come off, and it stays in my head as they shower my body with kisses. It stays in my head as their lips cover my breasts, my thighs, between my legs. They take turns there, their tongues on me and their fingers inside me, a rhythm that's developed between them.

  The thought keeps running through my head like it's on a loop, over and over as Aiden steps away and Noah dives between my legs. Over and over as his fingers thrust inside me, until I start to lose any sense of reason.

  Over and over until… Noah pulls away and I open my eyes to see Aiden standing beside us, holding a…

  "What the hell is that?" Noah asks.

  Aiden grins. "It's festive."

  "Where did you get that?"

  "I brought it with me." Aiden grins, holding up a red, white, and blue butt plug festooned with sparkly star-adorned streamers. "I like to be prepared."

  "Is that a Fourth of July butt plug?" I ask. I'm not sure whether to be appalled or intrigued. Appalled. I should definitely be appalled. Except the throbbing between my legs won't let me be that appalled.

  Even Noah laughs. "What the fuck, dude?"

  "We didn't get to go into town for the fireworks…"

  "So you thought we'd make our own?" I ask.

  "Every time we're together, it's fireworks. I just thought we should add a little extra…pizzazz."

  "Pizzazz?" I ask.

  "Well?" Aiden looks at me expectantly. "Are you going to model it for us?"

  Yep, these are the guys I just might be falling for – the ones who buy patriotic butt plugs to celebrate Independence Day.

  I just might be this crazy.

  My eyes on Aiden, I strut over to the bed, my hips swaying exaggeratedly. Then I get on all fours, right there on the bed in their high school bedroom, and I arch my back and put my ass in the air.

  I'm definitely losing my mind.

  Noah growls as he joins me, standing on the side of the bed near my head and guiding his cock to my mouth. The familiar taste of him sends heat rushing to my core, and when I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing and feel Aiden on the bed behind me, I think I might just come from the anticipation of him.

  But Aiden doesn't slide his cock inside me – not yet. He teases me, his fingers sliding over my wet pussy as he reaches between my legs to rub my clit. The gesture sends arousal rushing through my entire body. A shock of cold, the wetness from the lubricant on the plug, makes me shiver and the initial pang of pain as he works it into my asshole is quickly eclipsed by pleasure as he pushes it inside.

  Noah grins, pulling out of my mouth. "That is fucking ridiculous."

  I turn my head over my shoulder to see glittery star-spangled streamers behind me, like a sparkly, red white and blue tail. When Aiden lightly smacks them, they catch the light, sending red, white, and blue shimmers through the room. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."

  "It's festive," Aiden says, but I quickly forget about any festivity as he pushes his cock against my wet entrance. I forget all about the star-spangled butt plug as Aiden's cock slides inside my pussy and I wrap my lips around Noah's dick.

  Then there's nothing else in the world except the nearly-overwhelming sensation of being filled by these two men.

  I push my hips back, meeting Aiden stroke for stroke as he fucks me, pushing the butt plug into my ass harder and harder as his movements become more forceful. Noah grips my hair on both sides, thrusting his cock into my mouth in rhythm with Aiden's strokes.

  The only thing I can focus on is wave after wave of intensifying pleasure as they bring me higher and higher. All I can feel is them taking me, claiming every part of me as theirs. I'm lost in them, absolutely lost as Noah murmurs to me how much he loves my sweet little mouth and Aiden tells me how warm and tight I am and how he can't wait to be inside my ass.

  It's the thought of him coming inside my ass that nearly pushes me over the edge. Soon I'm moaning, the sound muted by Noah's cock. Noah gives me a quick warning before his cock spasms and he floods my mouth with his cum. I swallow every last drop as Aiden groans, thrusting into me over and over as he comes. His grip on my ass cheeks is tight as he pumps harder, pushing the butt plug inside me all the way to the hilt and triggering my orgasm.

  I come hard, the intensity so
completely overwhelming that I don't even realize the butt plug is playing music until I begin to come down, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

  I don't even realize what music it is for another second. That's how far gone I am.

  When I realize what it is, my eyes go wide.

  It's Hail to the Chief.

  I turn to look over my shoulder at Aiden, who gives me a sheepish grin as he feverishly tries to push a button on the plug to turn it off. "I just came while Hail to the Chief played?! I don't want to be reminded of my father when you're fucking me!"

  Oh my God. I'm horrified.

  "Ohhhhhh. Gross. I totally didn't mean to do that," Aiden says. He's examining my ass now with an intensity usually reserved for surgeons. "I don't … this button isn't working."

  The butt plug continues to blare out the synthesized version of the song.

  Noah is laughing, the sound erupting from deep in his chest, and if I weren't so incredibly humiliated by the fact that it's that song, I'd love the warm sound of his laughter. "Hail to the Chief," he roars, his hand going his mouth. "How the hell did you find that?"

  Aiden finally finds the off button. "At a sex shop."

  "I'm sorry I'm laughing," he says, doubled over. "I just can't stop. That is just… holy shit, why are you even with us?"

  "I'm starting to wonder that myself," I joke as Aiden slaps me lightly on the ass. "It's probably because you have big dicks."

  "Mine's bigger," Aiden says.

  39

  Grace

  I refused to attend the Fourth of July celebration at the White House and didn't go on the blind date set up by my mother. It's the first time I've dared to defy them even a little bit. I know that's pathetic, at twenty-six years old, but I've always been the conscientious and dutiful daughter, doing my part to support my father's illustrious career.

  My father called to give me a lecture about loyalty to the family – and to my country. "Not coming to the July Fourth celebration was a slap in the face to us – to me, personally. How can the country be united, if we're not united? You know that I still have great things left to do, things that will help people. That's why I need you to be onboard a hundred percent."

  "A hundred percent," I echoed. I wondered if my father had always sounded so self-righteous and if his desire for power had always been so transparent. Did I just miss it, all of these years?

  But I didn't defy him. I didn't tell him what I wanted to say, that I couldn't always put his campaign – his presidency – first. That I wanted my own life.

  Instead, I played the dutiful daughter.

  The daughter who's too afraid to rock the boat and stand up to her parents.

  My mother called to tell me that she needed me to be committed to the campaign. Instead of trying to guilt me into compliance, though, she went straight for the jugular: "We'll make sure the board of directors votes to remove you from your position with our foundation."

  Their foundation. That's what she called it, and for the first time, I realized that she's right. It's my family's foundation, not mine. I might have put in blood, sweat, and tears, but it's theirs. How sad is that? I've convinced myself that I'm a grownup, doing something important, but I'm still just a kid, blindly obeying orders.

  Yet I didn't tell her to go fuck herself the way I should have. I chickened out. Instead, I simply told her that I wasn't going out with the suitor she had selected and she could find a different way of publicly redeeming me.

  That's as much rebellion as I had in me.

  Then I went to Noah and Aiden. I put all of the outside bullshit out of my head and went to the only people I feel like I can be myself with.

  When I'm not working, I've been spending virtually every waking minute with Noah and Aiden. We don't go anywhere because we can't. Instead, we hole up in one of our houses hanging out, reading the newspaper (I discovered that Noah loves newspapers as much as I do, but on his tablet), or watching movies (Aiden secretly loves romantic comedies).

  And we talk. We talk about inconsequential things and our favorite things and I slowly divulge more about my parents and how hard it was to grow up in the public eye. We talk about music and our favorite TV shows and movies and books, and I learn that Noah does the crossword in the newspaper every Sunday morning and that Aiden geeks out on model planes and cars.

  We talk about all of the little things, but the little things are important. It's the sum of those little things that fill in the blanks about someone, that help you know who they are and where they come from and where they're going.

  And I find myself wanting to know all of those things about Noah and Aiden.

  When I knock on their door tonight, Aiden gives me a look like he's hiding something and he's more than pleased with himself.

  “What are you up to? You look very… smug.”

  “God, you can’t keep a secret,” Noah calls as he walks into the living room.

  “I didn’t spoil it."

  “If you’re about to gift me another sex toy, I’m going to slap you.”

  “Ooh, that would be kinky. I might like it.” Aiden grins.

  Noah glares at Aiden. “We figured… you’ve been here a lot and we’ve been at your place and we wanted to take you out…”

  “Like on a date,” Aiden interrupts.

  “I can’t," I say softly. Panic rises in my throat. "You know I can’t go anywhere or be seen-”

  “We know that,” Noah says. “But we still wanted to, I don’t know, do something special.”

  “We wanted to take you on a date,” Aiden says. “But here.”

  “Since our romantic gestures thus far have involved sex toys." Noah gives Aiden a dirty look.

  “Sex toys and blow-up dolls,” I add.

  What I don't add is that I like the fact that they haven’t tried to win me over with dinner and flowers and a chauffeur and all of the things that guys who want to date someone like me do – a night at the symphony, tickets to the opera, private helicopter rides.

  What I don’t add is that I like that since we can't go out in public, we've been forced to spend time doing normal things, that I've gotten to know them outside of the media and public perception and all of that crap.

  “It’s not like super romantic or anything, though. I mean, it's me and Noah, so don't expect much.”

  I laugh. “You're really selling this date business."

  “Just come with us,” Noah says, sighing in exasperation. “We obviously suck at this.”

  “You really do. It makes me wonder how either of you have ever dated someone."

  “I haven't," Aiden says automatically.

  “Is that what we’re doing?” Noah asks.

  I stop dead in my tracks. “I don’t know. Are we –"

  Dating. Up until now, nothing has been defined, not outside of bed anyway.

  “I want to be dating,” Aiden says quickly.

  “We told you that you were ours." Noah scowls.

  “You said that when we were in bed,” I start, my face flushing warm.

  "And in the shower," Aiden points out.

  “We want to be dating you,” Noah says, his brow furrowed. “When I said you were ours, that’s what I meant. You’re ours.”

  “So, then… you’re my boyfriends,” I say hesitatingly. I listen to the word roll off my tongue. Boyfriends. Plural.

  "Say it again," Aiden orders.

  “Boyfriends.”

  Aiden pulls me against him and kisses me hard, my lips throbbing when he pulls away.

  "Say it again," Noah commands.

  “Boyfriends,” I whisper.

  Noah brings his lips to mine, his tongue finding mine immediately. Then he stops and looks at me. “Damn straight,” he says. Before I can protest, he bends down and picks me up, slinging me over his shoulder and gripping my ass cheek as he walks toward the back patio.

  When we're outside, he sets me down facing him. My hands go to his chest, sliding down his abdomen and my breath quick
ens. “Close your eyes and turn around.”

  I do what he says, my heart beating faster. His hands are on my shoulders, his palms warm on my skin, and the heat of his breath wafts over my neck. But he doesn't put his lips to me the way I ache for him to do. “Open your eyes now.”

  My hand goes to my mouth when I see what they've done in the yard. "It's… I don't know what to say. What is all of this?"

  There’s a tent in the middle of the yard, but not just any tent. This looks like it’s been lifted from a hotel in Morocco, all billowing rich-colored fabrics and warmly lit lanterns. The tent is open in the front, and it’s filled with large patterned cushions and draped fabrics, and even more lanterns. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “We just wanted to take you camping,” Noah says.

  “This is definitely not roughing it,” I say softly. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.

  “Well, we know you’re a princess and you can’t sleep on the hard ground,” Aiden jokes.

  “This is really… nice.” I don’t have any other words for it. Nothing I can articulate right now anyway because my heart is too full.

  Noah stands in front of me, taking my hands in his. “This isn’t just… we didn’t want you to think we’re just…”

  “We didn’t want you to think you’re just any girl,” Aiden says, coming up behind me. His hands trail down to my waist, and his breath wafts across my neck, making all of the hairs on my neck stand up.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. But I don’t have to say anything because Noah’s lips cover mine, making words pointless now. Aiden’s lips are on my neck and he kisses his way down my shoulder, his hand sliding around my waist to the front and pulling me close against him. When I feel his hardness against my ass cheek, arousal rushes through me.

  They undress me, working in unison with what’s becoming practiced skill, a rhythm that we’re all developing together. Noah slides his hand under my legs and carries me to the tent, laying me down in a pile of pillows and kneeling beside me to survey me. “You are just so fucking beautiful."