Destiny: AN MFM Romance

by Brent, Taylor

  “Like what?”

  “Like who gets you first,” Luke said. At her indignant look, he hurried on. “I knew you would want us to consult you about it. That’s why I’m out here. So I can let you in on our plan, and you can change anything you want to change.”

  “Are we really planning a sexual encounter?” Jill asked. “Can’t we just go with the flow and see how things end up?”

  “Normally, yes, but you mean a lot to both of us, so we not only want to satisfy you and put you at ease about the whole thing, but we also don’t want to start throwing punches in the middle of everything.”

  Jill rolled her eyes. “I knew it,” she muttered. “Tell me this amazing plan of yours, then.”

  “I’ll give you everything you want and need, and you’ll choose me.”

  She stopped walking and looked at him. “That is not the plan you two worked out,” she said, laughing.

  “No,” he chuckled, “but it got you smiling, and it distracted you from worrying.”

  She whacked him on the arm. “You’re so insufferable.”

  “So you’ve said,” he remarked. “Listen, Jill. Tonight we’re concerned with your love personality that craves passion and domination. We’re going to satisfy that personality. All Roger and I talked about was how I would guide things that way. You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve told you before, I’ll make you forget every other man you’ve ever been with, everything but me. Just sit back and enjoy.”

  Jill snorted, but her legs trembled beneath her.

  They were almost to her room when Luke grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall outside her door. He kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside with a desperation that took her breath away.

  “Let’s go,” he growled into her ear, pulling her into her bedroom and shutting the door behind them with a soft click.

  Roger was waiting for them in her room, lounging on her bed lazily. He quirked a blonde eyebrow at them but didn’t say anything. Glaring between both men, Jill rested her hands on her hips. She finally felt the effects of the drink that Rose had given her downstairs, and it gave her the courage to do what she needed to.

  “I have agreed to go through with this, but for the rest of the evening, there will be no thoughts of choosing, or dating, or any of it. Just the three of us in this room and in this moment. Agreed?”

  They both murmured their agreement. Satisfied, Jill walked toward Roger, stopping just before she crawled onto the bed. She flicked her gaze toward Luke who gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Climbing over Roger and straddling his lap, Jill pressed her lips to his.

  Roger responded with barely restrained enthusiasm, running his hands over her hips and up her back. She felt Luke come up behind them. He buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to Roger’s eager mouth.

  After a few moments, Luke released her hair and trailed his hands down her arms, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it gently over her head. He unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders, then tossed it to the floor. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh before running his thumbs over her nipples.

  Jill gasped and closed her eyes on a soft moan, Roger’s mouth on her neck and Luke’s hands on her breasts overwhelming her senses. Roger gripped her hips as she ground them back and forth against the erection straining the front of his pants, and she whined in frustration when Luke lifted her off Roger’s lap, pulling her back into him.

  Roger pulled his own shirt over his head and worked his jeans off. Luke set Jill on her feet and spun her around to face him, hypnotizing her with his gaze. Before she realized what was happening, he had her jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked halfway down her thighs in one fluid motion. She shoved her underwear down, too, stepping out of both garments at the same time.

  Glancing over at Roger, she realized he was now completely naked on her bed. Luke was the only one of them still dressed, although, as she watched him, he shucked his shirt off to bare his chiseled chest. Jill trailed her fingers up his chest, running over his hard muscles. He caught her fingers in his, kissing them softly and pulling her toward him. Tangling his fingers into her hair, he gazed into her eyes for a long moment and then kissed her more deeply than she thought possible.

  His words from earlier echoed through her mind: I’ll make you forget every other man you’ve ever been with, everyone and everything but me.

  He certainly delivered on that promise. Jill could barely remember her own name, let alone anyone else’s. She was still in a daze when Luke pushed her toward the bed and Roger grabbed her from behind. Luke kissed her once more before nodding over her shoulder at Roger. The gesture confused her. How could he kiss her like that and then release her into another man’s arms in the same breath? Then realization shot through her like lightning. He was doing this for her. When she made her choice, he wanted her to be sure. That’s why he’d agreed to this whole thing in the first place.

  She resisted Roger’s pull to lean up and brush her lips against Luke’s, trying to convey through her gaze that she understood what he was doing and was grateful for it. Then, she let Roger pull her onto the bed.

  Jill straddled Roger’s lap again, trailing her fingers down his chest. She felt Luke climb onto the bed behind her. She leaned over Roger’s hard body, her nipples grazing his chest as she kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his bottom lip. He caressed her breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. Jill gasped as she felt Luke’s fingers touch her wet folds, teasing her bud.

  “Pinch her nipples,” Luke ordered Roger, his voice gravelly. “Roll them between your fingers.”

  Roger complied, pinching each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger and rolling them roughly, making Jill suck in a harsh breath.

  “Use your mouth now,” Luke said, his voice sounding far away to Jill’s ears.

  Roger lifted one of her breasts to his mouth, sucking on the nipple and grazing his teeth over it just as Luke slipped two fingers into her hot, wet opening. Jill cried out, clutching Roger’s chest as he suckled on her nipple and Luke thrust his fingers in and out. Luke buried his other hand into her long hair, pulling her head back a little.

  “Do you want him to take you from behind?” he growled.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  Roger slipped from underneath her while Luke pulled her off the bed and pushed her down onto her knees, her landing softened by the plush rug. Roger moved behind her and delicately pushed her forward to brace herself on her hands. He rubbed his hard cock against her, a slow, teasing slide that drove her mad. She wiggled her hips against him in a silent plea, and he complied, grabbing her hips and slipping inside her. He pumped into her slowly, sliding his cock out of her then inching it back inside, filling her to his hilt. Jill moaned with both desire and frustration. The slow pace was driving her crazy.

  Roger wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up so that her back was flush against his chest. He pumped in and out of her in that same slow, gentle way that made her want to scream. He nibbled on her ear and trailed kisses down her neck.

  “Jill,” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

  Jill gasped, reaching her hands up to grab Roger’s hair, tangling her fingers in its softness.

  Luke had watched without interfering so far, but he sensed Jill needed something more forceful. He knelt down and pinched one of her nipples hard, taking the other one in his mouth, sucking and nipping it.

  “Oh, yes,” Jill cried out.

  Roger slid his hand down her body and between her legs to find her clit making her moan as he rubbed it with his thumb.

  “Faster, Roger,” she rasped. “Harder.”

  Luke released the nipple he was suckling as Roger pushed her back to her hands and knees. Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her faster and harder than he had before.

  One of Roger�
�s hands left her hips and delved into her dark tresses, gently pulling her head up. Jill’s dark eyes caught Luke’s desire-clouded ones. Balancing on one hand, she reached out and grabbed the waistband of his jeans, fiddling with his belt and zipper. His gaze darkened when he realized what she was doing. A wicked smirk on her lips, she pulled his jeans down enough to free his erection.

  Luke stood, stepped out his jeans, and dropped back to his knees as Roger pumped into Jill from behind. Luke grasped his pulsing cock at the base and rubbed it against Jill’s lips. She flicked her tongue out, tasting him. At his sharp intake of breath, she looked up into his eyes. Her gaze never left his as she took the full length of him into her mouth.

  His eyes closed on a groan. “Fuck, Jill.”

  She sucked a little while moving her head back and forth over his shaft. Roger released her hair, grabbing both her hips in his hands while he pistoned her harder. Luke buried his hands in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, his breathing becoming ragged. She could feel Roger’s climax getting closer as he snapped his hips faster, making her moan around Luke’s throbbing cock. With a shout, Roger spilled into her. Luke slipped his cock out of her mouth as Roger slid out of her.

  Roger sat back and watched, sated, as Luke pushed Jill onto her back. Gripping her legs, Luke hooked them over his shoulders and slammed hard into her, making her cry out and writhe against him. He grasped her wrists in his hands and pinned them to either side of her head as he thrust into her harder and harder. The muscles in her thighs clenched as she tried to rock her hips up into his.

  “See, Roger?” Luke growled, pounding into her. “She likes it rough. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

  Jill snarled at him, grinding her hips up, searching for more friction. Luke captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She nipped hard at his lip. He growled and stopped thrusting his cock into her, pinning her hips to the floor so she couldn’t move against him. He licked his bottom lip, tasting blood, and smirked. She struggled against him, a soft whimper escaping her.

  “Do you want me to keep going?” he purred, that evil smirk still on his lips.

  Jill glared at him but nodded.

  “Beg,” he commanded, softening it with light kisses down her jaw.

  “Please, Luke,” she whispered.

  He quirked an eyebrow. “You can do better than that,” he said, trapping her earlobe between his teeth and sucking it lightly.

  “Pretty please?” she mocked, but the breathlessness of her voice ruined the effect.

  “Pretty please what?” he asked, moving to her other ear.

  She waited until he met her eyes again, trapping his gaze there. “Make me forget.”

  Luke groaned and thrust into her harder and harder, releasing her wrists so her hands could clutch at him. Her nails dug into his skin, and he hissed at the slight pain.

  He rewarded her with harder thrusts, angling his hips just right. He could sense her climax coming as her muscles clenched tighter around him. In response, he grasped her neck gently, using his thumb to pull her face toward his, forcing her to look at him.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he demanded.

  She obeyed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her in a crescendo of sensations, her eyes widening and her whole body tensing.

  “Fuck, Jill!” The sensation tipped Luke over the edge, and he erupted inside her, his vision whiting out. He was careful to fall to the side of her, panting with the exertion.

  He glanced over at Roger who had watched the last five minutes with wide eyes. “That,” Luke panted, “is what she meant by passion.”

  Eyes still wide, Roger sighed and nodded.

  Life and Death

  Jill stared up at her ceiling. She wanted to cuddle, but she didn’t know who she was supposed to cuddle with. The whole point of this was to help her with her decision, but it had just left her more confused. Luke had dominated both her body and her soul, but Roger had so sweetly and patiently brought her to soaring heights. How the hell was she supposed to choose between them? She stood up and grabbed her robe off her dresser, wrapping it around her naked body.

  “Do you mind if I use your shower, Jill?” Roger asked from behind her. “I have to go in for the night shift in a little while.”

  Jill turned and nodded, biting her lower lip. Roger strode over carrying an armful of his clothes and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She leaned into it, closing her eyes. She liked Roger so much, and she hated that she might hurt him. But… she also hated the thought of hurting Luke. As infuriating as he was, she liked him, too. Roger smiled down at her before padding into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Jill stared at the door, unseeing, her mind racing with questions and choices.

  “Jill,” Luke whispered, walking up beside her.

  She turned to him. He had put his jeans and underwear on but not his shirt. She let her gaze trail up his hard-cut abs and chest until she met his eyes. He scrutinized her face, his eyes filling with concern, and she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor. He pulled her into a hug, cradling her against him. Sighing, she placed her palms on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to his heart beat. They stayed like that for several minutes before he held her back from him by the shoulders.

  “What’s wrong?” Luke asked, tipping her chin up toward him.

  “This didn’t work,” Jill whispered.

  He grimaced. “Not really what a man wants to hear after all that,” he quipped.

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I know.”

  She let out a frustrated sigh and sat on the bed. “I think I need a few days to clear my head and think.”

  “Makes sense,” he said, his voice carefully flat.

  She squinted at him.

  “What makes sense?” Roger asked from the doorway. He had already dressed, his wet hair the only sign he had showered.

  “Jill said she needs to think for a few days,” Luke explained.

  “Ah,” Roger answered. “Okay. That does make sense.” He gave Jill a small smile and walked over to her. “I’m late for work,” he said, his voice soft. “Call me when you’re ready.”

  Jill nodded, accepting his gentle kiss goodbye. Roger nodded to Luke and left the room.

  Luke sighed and picked his shirt off the floor, pulling it on as he strode over to her. He grabbed each side of her face and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue probing every corner of her mouth. It was a kiss to last the ages. It was a kiss to say goodbye. It was a kiss she would never forget. And it was a kiss that made everything so much harder.

  “I’m going camping for a few days,” Jill told Rose the next morning.

  Rose looked up at her, frowning. “Was last night that bad?”

  “No,” Jill huffed. “It was wonderful. They were wonderful, but it didn’t help me decide. I need to clear my head.”

  Rose looked at her for a few moments, then nodded.

  “Be careful,” she told Jill. “And don’t forget that Niyol is coming in four days.”

  Jill smiled at her. “I’ll be back in three.”

  The campsite Jill chose was a good ten miles into the backcountry of the national park. The seclusion was just what she needed. Her heart was torn between the two men, and she hoped the solitary time would help her decide. She sent Rose her coordinates before shutting off her phone. Building a fire was easy, and before long, she had nothing to do but stare into the flames while her dinner cooked.

  Rose had packed her a few foil packet dinners, a much better option than buying anything prepackaged, and the smell of roasting beef overwhelmed her as her mind raced between Roger and Luke. Both men had something she needed, but which should she choose? Maybe she should just choose neither? The thought made her chest ache.

  Frustrated, she ate a quick dinner and then smothered her fire with sand. It was too dangerous to keep it going all night if she wanted to sleep. The summers out here were too dry to leave a fire unattended even if she s
lept right next to it. Slipping into her sleeping bag, Jill stared up at the inky black sky above her. Her mind recalled the warmth of Roger’s arms around her and the look in Luke’s eyes just after he’d kissed her goodbye, and she eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.

  Sirens woke Luke in the middle of the night. Really loud sirens. Groaning, he rolled over and slipped out of his bed at the fire station. He had just pulled on one boot when Roger came barrelling into the room, eyes wild.

  “There’s a fire,” Roger panted.

  Luke blinked at him. “I had worked that out for myself, funnily enough.”

  “No,” Roger snapped. “I mean a wildfire. In the park, about ten miles in and gaining momentum.”

  “How bad?” Luke asked, rushing to put his gear on.

  “Bad.”

  Luke swore.

  They were in the truck, racing to the base of operations Sam had hastily set up about five miles downwind of the fire when Luke got the call. He ignored the first two but answered the third, exasperated. “What is it, Rose? I’m a little busy here…” His voice trailed off as he listened to Rose’s frantic words.

  Roger glanced at him curiously.

  “Fuck!” Luke yelled. “Fuck, okay. I’ll take care of it,” he assured Rose as he hung up the phone, his hands shaking.

  “Luke?” Roger asked, his brow wrinkling in concern. “What’s wrong?”

  Luke’s face had gone stark white. Roger had never seen him this scared before, and something told him this wasn’t fear of the fire, not completely.

  “Luke?” Roger repeated.

  Luke raised his stricken gaze to Roger’s.

  “Jill is in the middle of it,” he croaked.

  “Middle of what?” Roger asked, his heart thudding to a stop.

  Luke closed his eyes. “The fire,” he whispered. “Rose said Jill went camping. She sent Rose the coordinates of her campsite a few hours ago. She’s directly in the middle of the blaze.”

  Roger swore.

  “Rose is sending me the coordinates,” Luke added weakly.