3 Men of the House: An MFMM Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  He cowers from me – as he should. He’s always been scared of me, and now’s no exception.

  All he has over me is money, and as soon as I find out how to make that problem go away, I will get back at Percy for this.

  Mark my words.

  That's when I see her step out onto the balcony. She’s a slender, blonde goddess with piercing blue eyes. Her hair whips around her head as the wind comes off of the ocean waves in the distance.

  "Who’s that?" I ask Percy, mesmerized.

  "Who?" He turns and sees her standing there. From our vantage point we can see her but she can't see us. "Oh, her. My wife, Stacy."

  I laugh. And then I see that he’s serious.

  "You have a fucking wife, Percy? That’s ridiculous. I see what you're up to. She is part of your plan, right? To win Father's fortune?"

  It's all making sense, but I can't tear my eyes away from the beautiful girl on the balcony. My cock is getting hard just watching her and knowing she can't see me. She stares off into the distance as though she's looking for an answer out there, in the wild mountains beyond the property.

  What’s she doing here? I want to claim her for myself but…something about the way she’s dressed reveals that she's been freshly fucked. Maybe it's the way her hair is all tangled. Maybe it's the little barely-there slip she's wearing that slides off her shoulder. Or maybe it's the glow. She has the glow of a woman who’s just been good and thoroughly fucked. It sure as shit wasn't Percy that put that glow on her face, so then who?

  "Forget about her," Percy says. "She’s none of your concern."

  Yeah fucking right. How could I ever forget her? She’s burned into my memory, and I'm already dying to strip away what's left of her outfit and claim her right there on the balcony. In fact, I'm on my way up to do just that when Percy stops me. He grabs my arm but I yank it away.

  "What the fuck?"

  "I'm not done with you yet,” he hisses. “Just because you gave me these papers, don’t think you’re free. I have another assignment for you, Nolan, and I need it done right. You can’t fuck this one up."

  This motherfucker is starting to get on my nerves. I have a half a mind to punch him into oblivion and then toss Stacy over my shoulder and make my way up to her room, but I think better of it. Percy truly does have a way to ruin me, and I need to tread lightly for the time being. I have no fucking clue what he’s got on her to make her go along with whatever diabolical plan he’s concocted this time. I will find out though. Just not yet. Right now I’m still under this asshole’s thumb until I’m able to shake him.

  Tearing my gaze from Stacy, I turn back to Percy with a sigh.

  "Fine, just tell me what the fuck you want this time."

  Chapter 8

  Stacy

  The library in this place is incredible.

  I'm starting to get used to this mansion lifestyle. There's an ocean and mountains outside my window, a gourmet kitchen, theater, and let me just come right out and say it: there are gorgeous men to fuck.

  I don't even have to leave this castle. They come to me.

  I thought Kieran was the hottest thing I've ever seen, but then I met Carter. He fucked me so well that I slept like a baby and forgot all about fixing my Percy problem.

  Anyway, if I'm going to be confined to this palace I might as well catch up on my reading, and this place is stocked with all the classics, from Dickens to Thoreau, and new reads, too.

  I'm reading Wuthering Heights at the moment imagining that my Heathcliff will come and save me. I know Carter and Kieran are sleeping here too, somewhere. I wish one of them would find me in here and make me come hard as I’m bent over the leather couch I'm currently nestled up in.

  Carter is fucking hot but I still haven't experienced Kieran. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, and laid back vibe I think we could make some real magic happen. And then my mind wanders to some truly naughty places as I imagine fucking both of them at once. Carter's licking my clit while Kieran claims me from behind. There are cocks everywhere, for every hole.

  I’ve never imagined something like this before, but I’ve never been confronted with the insanely hot sex appeal that radiates from both of them. The idea of being double stuffed is so crazy hot that I pull my dress up and my panties down, tossing them to the side. Then I begin to touch myself right here in the library.

  I don't care who walks in.

  Maybe it'll be my fake husband Percy, and he'll know that even though he's trying to ruin my life I can be happy anywhere, even here in this luxurious prison.

  I slide my fingers inside my pussy and the juices are already flowing. Gushing, really. I'm moaning loudly, and I spread out my legs, biting on my bottom lip as I feel electric shocks race up my spine. Who doesn't get aroused by Heathcliff and his brooding personality? I’m already on an erotic edge and this just pushes me over it.

  I hear people coming and quickly close my legs, pretending to have been absorbed in the book all along.

  Percy's evil face peeks around the doorframe. Ugh, it was him. I should have just kept on going.

  "There you are," he says. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I have someone I'd like you to meet."

  Just then the most gorgeous, penetrating green eyes stare at me from behind Percy, raking over my body in a way that makes me feel like he’s imagining all kinds of filthy things he could do to me. Oh my God, he’s so fucking hot. What’s up with this house? It's like a place where the sexiest men on the planet converge. Percy excluded.

  "Let me guess," I say. "It's your brother."

  "I'm Nolan." He steps forward and I take in his built body. He’s all muscles, height, and chiseled good looks. His sandy colored hair is slightly messy on top and his tan skin makes him look like he’s just been hit by sunlight. I long to graze my lips over every contour and line of his body. Like, I seriously want to lick this guy.

  Yum.

  I stand and approach them while he continues to check me out from top to bottom, not even bothering to hide it. My gaze drops to his hips, and holy fucking shit. The guy is huge. What is with the men in this family?

  "I'm Stacy," I manage to say, but it comes out in more of a gasp because the sudden gush of wetness between my legs has nowhere to go but down. I didn’t have time to grab my panties when Percy showed up.

  His eyes peruse everything from my unkempt hair to my blue eyes, to the thin dress I'm wearing and how it barely covers my ass. Fuck, he’s going to know I don’t have panties on soon at this rate because my juices are going to run right down my thighs.

  Percy fake coughs.

  I snap back to what’s going on, pushing thoughts of my missing panties away and add quickly, "I’m Percy's wife and – surprise – I'm pregnant."

  Honestly, none of them could be buying this phony story. I'm not even sure why Percy's aiming to keep up this charade. His brothers see right through it, as evidenced by the fantastic fuck I had with Carter just yesterday.

  "Stacy."

  The way Nolan says my name makes me shiver with desire. I feel my nipples harden against my bra. They're aching to be free and for him to suck on them. I immediately add him to my little fantasy I was just getting off to. I could get fucked by all three brothers here in this mansion. Um, yes please!

  Then I would surely forget about Percy. He's a distant memory already as I just stand here taking in the awesomeness that is Nolan as he towers above me.

  "I have to go," Percy says, though I barely hear him. "I have some important matters to attend to, but Nolan here is going to watch you. Don't even think about leaving, Stacy, because he’s not gonna budge."

  "Fine, fine, whatever,” I tell him dismissively. “Just go then."

  He turns to Nolan. “And you—stop looking at my pregnant wife like that, you sick fuck.”

  Finally, he turns and leaves, and then it's just me and my newest fantasy, Nolan.

  "Hi," I stammer, my ears roaring as the blood rushes from my brain straight down to my pulsing pussy. "
So, you're really related to Percy, huh?"

  God, that’s the best I’ve got?

  "Not by blood," he says, his tone all deep and rumbly. I feel it all the way in my clit. "That part should be obvious."

  "Oh, trust me, it is." I run the tip of my tongue between my lips, imagining what it might feel like to kiss him. "So, you're my prison guard now?"

  His eyes close in on me. "If that's what you'd like to call it." There’s no pretense here. He knows there’s nothing between Percy and me, that our marriage is a total sham.

  Being held captive by this incredibly muscular, attractive man is so not a bad thing. Not at all. I almost want to sink to my knees and start sucking his cock right now in appreciation of his pure maleness.

  "And you grew up here?" I’m so ready to dispense with the small talk.

  "I did, for awhile. I'm John's stepson by his second marriage, so I spent some of my childhood here. It's not the same without him."

  "I'm really sorry to hear about his death," I say earnestly. Death is always a messy subject and I don’t know what to say but I know that I want to say something.

  "It's okay. Really."

  "So, Percy has you holding me captive then. Why are you doing it? Why don't you just let me go?"

  He looks at me intently, and I feel nervous butterflies rise in the pit of my stomach. "Do you want to go?"

  I don't answer, and thankfully we're interrupted by Kieran.

  He slips into the library and my desire is off the charts. Oh fuck. My fantasy come to life. These two handsome guys size each other up, obviously posturing as they see who might win my attention.

  God, if this is what it’s like in my new prison, sign me up for life with no parole.

  Chapter 9

  Kieran

  I walk into the library of the main house expecting to find it empty, but instead I’m confronted by Stacy...and Nolan.

  Nolan isn’t my favorite guy in the world right now, and that because he's been working with Percy to secure our father's money. I'm not sure if they have some kind of plan to split the funds or what the deal is. Usually, Nolan is very outspoken about his dislike for Percy but now he's doing his dirty work.

  So finding him here alone with Stacy makes me pretty fucking pissed.

  I want to find out why he’s here but right now my eyes are set on Stacy. She looks totally fuckable standing in the light of the sun that's streaming through the high windows. Her hair looks like spun gold and I want to curl it through my fingers while I fuck her into oblivion.

  I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.

  She's Percy's pawn, I know it, and yet I want to control her, too. Sure, it’s so wrong and I would never want to hurt her, but I can’t help it – I want to make her my own personal sex slave. He's got her locked up here, obviously under Nolan's watch, and it's my mission to make life for her as comfortable as possible.

  Namely with my cock 10 inches deep into her pussy, which I imagine is so tight and wet, waiting for me to enter it.

  "Kieran," she says, breathing out my name in a way that sends a rush of blood straight to my cock.

  "Oh, hey, Stacy. First let me say it’s a pleasure to see you again. But I need to ask – what you are doing with this asshole?"

  Nolan steps up to defend himself. We’re about the same height and build, which is fucking unfortunate since it probably means I won’t be able to take him down by myself.

  Percy is easy to threaten.

  Nolan, not so much.

  "You better watch your words,” Nolan tells me, his voice turning into a growl. “You have no idea what's going on here. If you only knew, you’d thank me."

  "Yeah right, Nolan. You’re the guy that's tearing this family apart. You represent everything which our father stood against. I’m embarrassed to call you my brother."

  "That's really mature, Kieran. I'm warning you…don’t talk about shit you know nothing about."

  I don't give a fuck what he's rattling on about. All I know for sure is that he's working with Percy. And that for some reason Percy has a vested interest in this girl; he’s got something over on this angel that I want to fuck and he’s keeping her captive. I want her for myself.

  "Stacy," I say to her directly so she gets my point. "You don't have to stay here with him."

  I hate to put her in the middle of it, but there she is already and I’ll happily jerk her from the middle and to my side in the most expedient way that I can.

  Even as her blue eyes are pleading with me to stop this fight, I can’t give her what she wants…there. Percy is my enemy, and if Nolan's working with him, then Nolan’s my enemy as well. I will crush anyone who stands in my way. It’s not just about not letting Percy take off with the inheritance because he’s a greedy fuck.

  Now, it is about me running off with Stacy because I’ve become the greedy fuck.

  I don’t know what the hell is happening to me but I want her more than I’ve ever wanted any woman. She’s all I can goddamn think about. I’m obsessed.

  "Nolan, I never thought it would come to this. I trusted you and loved you like a real brother, and then you went and betrayed us all," I say, the seething rage and single-minded focus reading loud and clear in my voice.

  "I’m warning you, Kieran,” Nolan says with his own rage nearing the surface. I can tell he’s trying to hold it back. “Back the fuck off."

  "You ruined our family. Because of you, Carter and I can't get to Percy. And that’s all on you. You’re a disgrace. And you have no one to blame for this but yourself. Why the fuck are you doing this?"

  I’m disgusted just looking at him. It's like I don't even know the guy, even though we spent so many years growing up together and being buddies. I’m just at a loss as to why he's defending Percy.

  He knows as well as I do that Percy’s soul is black. The fucker is evil in every sense of the word. He might as well stand around twirling a little mustache while he laughs diabolically.

  Percy has nothing good to offer the world, and more than that, he has this poor girl under his control. I can't stand to see her like this. It’s obvious she’s miserable being controlled by him. She must feel like Percy's slave and I fucking hate that.

  I want her to be no one's slave but my own. As much as I hate myself for thinking that, because, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me, I know I just really want to fucking save her.

  It is my personal mission to see that whoever hurts her pays a hefty price, and that includes Nolan.

  "You know, Nolan, what is most disappointing is the feeling of betrayal coming off of you. I trusted you, man. Carter and I never thought you would do this…but you have. It’s just so damn disappointing. You don't have one scrap of integrity in your body."

  He stands and gets in my face. We’re two alpha males staring each other down and shit is going to get ugly fast. If need be, I’ll destroy him and this whole fucking library.

  "I will shred you to pieces,” I say through gritted teeth. “Back the fuck up."

  "Fuck off with this shit, Kieran, you’re in over your head and I’m not going to be threatened by you."

  And then it happens. The perfect angel, Stacy, who has somehow become entrenched in the middle of all this drama, slips her body between the both of us. Such courage, to stand between two battling brothers...and her fucking body between us as the sacrificial lamb does something to me on a primal level. My cock is rock fucking hard in an instant, even though I’m still fucking enraged.

  "Stop it, please,” Stacy whispers. “I don't want to see this. Percy is the enemy, and neither of you understands to what extent."

  We back off at her request though we’re both still heated.

  I see the tears pool in her eyes, and I want to take away her pain, this innocent stranger who has to witness this family being torn apart.

  I wonder what she herself is going through, and what’s being held over her head that’s forcing her to stay. We don’t understand the full extent? That means Stacy
probably has it worse than any of us and here we are, acting like a couple of testosterone-driven animals.

  "Come on, baby," I say and take her hand. "Let me show you the gardens. We could use the air."

  I start to pull her out of the library, closing her hand tight in mine like I’m actually saving her right now. That’s when I see a scrap of lace lying just under a chair. I reach down and grab it and stuff it in my pocket before anyone can see what I’ve got, then flash a smile at Stacy and lead her out the door. If this is what I fucking think it is, there’s nothing between me and Stacy’s pussy than a ridiculously short scrap of fabric masquerading as a dress.

  Nolan calls after us, "I’ll be down to check on you soon. She's a flight risk, you know." But he doesn’t try to stop me, which is for his own good.

  Fuck him if he tries to stop me because nothing is getting between me and Stacy…or her pussy. Literally, it seems. I fucking crave her on every level.

  I don’t give a shit how impossible the odds seem now, I know that I have to get her out of here.

  For now, I just want her to feel like she’s safe, comfortable, and not in the middle of a goddamn war. I want inside her because I know my cock is the best way to help her escape her current hellish reality.

  I want her thoughts to devolve into moans.

  Chapter 10

  Stacy

  The bright sun is shining overhead. The afternoon light feels so good on my skin.

  The estate is enormous, and and there's ample outdoor space for us to wander. I've taken Kieran's proffered arm and I'm just happy to get out of that library.

  I thought things were going to go down between him and Nolan and there would be no way for me, weighing only 115 lbs, to stop either of these men from demolishing each other. I am nothing compared to their weight and yet I love to imagine myself underneath, one, both, or all of the three hot brothers I've come to know.

  They are equally gorgeous and equally charming…and they all leave my pussy equally wet.

  He's leading me to the beautifully manicured gardens, set after an English style. There's fountains, topiary, mazes, and secret gates leading to what look like enchanted places. I've only seen them from my window, the tower where I'm caged. I had no idea being within the actual gardens would feel so refreshing.