Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “Sure. Yeah. Whatever.”

  “Great!”

  I open the door, easily shoving him out of the way. As I slip past, he reaches out and slaps me on the butt, quite hard. I stop, turning back to him with a look of disgust on my face.

  “What’s the matter, honey?” He comes shuffling after me. “Did you like that? You want some more?” He puts his hand out, wiggling the fingers as if enticing me to back into it.

  I take that instant to quickly slip through the door and slam it shut.

  As I walk away, an exasperated growl leaks out of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frustrated and freaked out at the same time!

  Denham clicks the door open and calls after me, “I love that growl, baby, love it! You’re wicked hot! So feisty.”

  I keep walking, pretending I don’t hear. Denham says loudly to the nearest person, “There she goes. That’s my girlfriend right there.”

  I move as quickly as I can without breaking into a run. I have got to get out of here.

  Well, at least I have my incentive now. Denham is an absolute fucking creep.

  Maybe we should steal the money out from under him. I really don’t know.

  As I wait for the lift, my phone dings. I lean on the wall, brushing my hair back as I pull it out and tap the screen.

  Hey, babe, can I organize a date? Soon? It’s Adam.

  I grin like a kid, tapping out my response. As I get in the lift, my phone dings again. Thinking its Adam with a time and place, I pull out my phone again.

  It’s Charlie.

  Hi, sweetheart. Want to get together tonight?

  Smiling like a fool now, I give him a yes. I’m still holding my phone as I get out of the lift. My phone dings again. I have a pretty good idea who it is.

  Yes! It’s Sam.

  Hi, beautiful. Let’s go out soon.

  As I’m tapping out my definite yes, Adam texts again, banner flashing across the screen with a time and place. When I send my message to Sam, I open Adam’s.

  Not just a time and place, but a promise.

  I have a special present on the way for you to wear. XX.

  I’m starting to walk out when I have to stop again. Charlie has also picked a time, place and a gift.

  I designed something special for you. Hope you’ll wear it on our date. X

  I wait five seconds to see if Sam will be just as quick.

  He is! His message comes in almost immediately after Charlie’s.

  I got something special for you. Hope you’ll wear it for me. See you soon XOX.

  I walk out of the building on an absolute high. I felt a desperate need to shower after Denham’s advances, but the messages from my boys lift me up away from that.

  I’m happy they decided to work together. I would have hated trying to date all three without them knowing. I’m not up to all that two-timing stuff. Too much to remember.

  Not that I ever considered I would have a foursome for my first time, either.

  Who knows? It’s a great, big, wide world. Love comes in many packages. Maybe for me, it won’t be just one.

  Chapter 12

  Sam

  Walking through the parking lot of the restaurant, Lacey looks a little worried.

  “I hope we can get in. It seems busy.”

  I smirk.

  She’s right, it is. This is an extremely popular place. It’s only been open for about six months, but I called ahead to a friend I made recently who helps run the place to make sure we have a reservation in as quiet an area as possible. It’s amazing what flashing a little cash will do in this country.

  “Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got this taken care of.”

  I stroke her hair and wrap it around her neck, pulling us together.

  I capture her lips with my own; I love the way she immediately opens to me. Her sweet moan encourages me to deepen the kiss.

  Pulling away, I quickly open the door of the restaurant and hold it open for her.

  If I don’t get us into a more public place soon, I can’t guarantee self-control. Not only does she look incredible, she smells intoxicating and tastes like heaven; I can’t wait to feast on her for a meal.

  Almost immediately after we check in, we are led to our table.

  As I follow Lacey deeper into the restaurant, I just can’t get over how beautiful she looks. My eyes drop to follow the outline of her dress. I can’t help wondering if she’s wearing what I sent her under it.

  It was so easy to pick. Just like her, as soon as I saw it, I knew it was right.

  Following her small, tight ass, my cock hardens, remembering how it felt around her—fucking perfect.

  I need to get a grip and slow down, or I won’t even make it through dinner. She makes me want to toss her down right on top of one of these tables, throw her skirt up, and start ramming inside her.

  As hot as that sounds, it’s not really my style. But everything about her makes me feel out of control and a little wild. Our relationship is so new, and I really think there is a lot more to Lacey than just her beautiful body.

  “Will this be satisfactory?” The hostess stops beside a table near the fireplace.

  It’s quiet, with only a few other tables in this area of the restaurant. The lights are dim, and the fireplace gives off a warm glow.

  My eyes flick to Lacey to confirm she doesn’t have any objections before turning to the hostess.

  “This is fine. Thanks,” I respond.

  Pulling and holding out Lacey’s chair, I help her settle in and smoothly scoot her under the table.

  “Thank you, Sam.”

  Her sincere smile makes me smile back automatically. Leaning down, I gently kiss her soft lips before taking my own seat.

  There’s just something about her that draws me in. I can’t seem to be near her without kissing or touching. I’m like a moth to a flame.

  After passing us our menus, the hostess leaves, and we both consider our choices.

  “I think I’m going to have a steak. It looks really great with the peppercorn sauce.”

  I smile over my menu at her words. “You look really great. Have I mentioned that yet?”

  I reach for her hand and squeeze it before releasing her again.

  “Would you like a wine with that?” I push the wine menu towards her. “They have an impressive selection here.”

  She’s so cute when she scrunches her nose at the menu while considering her choices. I relax and admire her features as she deliberates.

  With her classic beautiful looks, it’s no wonder why Mr. Denham set his sights on her. It’s a well-known fact what a womanizer he is, but he usually doesn’t seem to go after women that don’t return his affection though. There are usually plenty of gold diggers waiting at the tips of his grubby little fingers.

  I worry that telling Lacey just how crooked our CEO, Mr. Denham, is will put her off. I don’t want her to think we’re all a bunch of backstabbing employees, but he just seems to be getting worse every day.

  I, personally, am going to make sure the slime ball pays for everything he’s been doing. I can’t not do anything; that’s ridiculous.

  People like that will never change unless they pay, and I have a few great ideas rolling around in my head. Like all people, hitting them in the pocket book is the only way to have any effect. The most important thing, though, is to make sure that I haven’t alienated her in some way.

  “Did you pick one?”

  Nodding, she sets down the menu. “The Pinot Noir will be perfect. Do you like that?”

  “I like everything you like.”

  She laughs, and I admire her slim neck as she throws back her head.

  When she’s done, I assure her, “I do like Pinot Noir. Let’s order a bottle.”

  When the waiter comes up Lacey begins. “The Pinot Noir, the 2016 Belle Glos, please?”

  “No, no,” I say suddenly. “The Belle Glos is nice, but we’ll have a bottle of the Vougeot Grand Cru.”

  Lacey glances dow
n at the menu, scanning for the one I ordered as the waiter nods.

  “Sam!” she whispers harshly as the waiter walks away. “That’s a $200 bottle of wine!”

  “Oh, come on, it’s a great vintage! Plus, only the best for you.” I smile widely at her disbelief, but honestly, that’s not bad for a bottle like that. It’s one of my favorites to lounge with back home.

  After the waiter has come and gone for our order and poured our wine, we settle into a comfortable silence, gazing across the table at each other. Even though we’ve begun this relationship with the four of us, I can’t help wishing she had set her sights on just me. There’s a little voice in the back of my head that’s afraid she will like one of them better.

  “What are you thinking?”

  Her whisper is so faint, it’s almost like I’m reading her lips.

  Leaning toward her slightly, I whisper back, “About how much I want you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

  Her faint blush and the way she looks away is so charming. Her modesty is alluring, along with her beauty.

  “Did you have a good time with us the other night?”

  Her blush deepens at my question, but this is important to me. I can’t let her off the hook.

  She must have understood that, because even though she turns redder, she maintains eye contact.

  “It was the most incredible night of my life.”

  Her soft answer makes me flush with satisfaction in response.

  “I agree,” I say.

  Even I’m a bit surprised that I feel this way. Sam and Adam have been my friends for years, but this is definitely a first for us.

  We’ve never shared a woman in bed before. I’ve never shared a woman with anyone. It had never even occurred to me.

  “How do you know each other?”

  Her curiosity is not surprising, but it reminds me that we don’t really know each other that well—yet.

  “We met through work. As the heads of different departments, we have monthly meetings and then an occasional one-on-one work we have to coordinate.”

  I take a long sip of my wine, savoring the deep, black cherry taste.

  “What department do you lead?” she asks.

  It’s definitely encouraging that she wants to get to know me better. I want her to see me as an individual and not just a part of the group she’s with.

  “Marketing. There are sub-departments that focus on overseas and domestic targets along with all the social media. We’ve been diversifying more over the past six months.” I don’t consider my job that exciting though, and I’m way more interested in her. “What made you decide to get into modeling?”

  “Well, it’s really been more of a means to an end. My family is all in Switzerland, but I wanted to get into modeling and design, so when the opportunity came up, I jumped on it.” She twirls her wineglass in her fingers before taking a long sip.

  “Do you have any sisters or brothers?”

  She shakes her head. “Cousins by my aunt that are all older, but my parents had me late. They didn’t think they could have kids, so I was quite a surprise.”

  She laughs briefly.

  “So, you must have been spoiled,” I say.

  I have my two brothers, so I know how it goes. We may not be blood related, but we interact all the same.

  “Maybe,” she drawls out slowly.

  I laugh.

  “You guys are just the icing on the cake with how you’ve been spoiling me. Thank you again for the gift.”

  “Oh, no problem.” I lower my voice. “It’s just as much for me as it is for you. So, don’t worry about that.”

  I hold my hand out, and she reaches across to entwine our fingers. “Well, if you are a very good boy, I will have to let you see it soon.”

  My cock stiffens immediately—fuck. Just a little tiny innuendo from her, and I can’t control myself at all.

  I have to have her. It’s selfish, but I need to know she needs just me, as much as I need her.

  The other night with all of us together was enlightening for me, too. It was easily the most erotic and fulfilling sexual encounter I ever had. I didn’t realize that sharing someone could be so stimulating.

  Watching her responses, seeing her filled by all of us...was something that I would never have planned on my own. But thinking about it now, it seems right with her.

  She’s right for me.

  “I promise to be on my best behavior.”

  No fucking doubt about it.

  Chapter 13

  Lacey

  I can’t wait to show Sam the lingerie he purchased for me. I can tell it’s all he’s thinking about right now. I could put him out of his misery, but I think I’ll wait to up the suspense.

  I may have been inexperienced before, but I know lust in a man’s eyes when I see it; when he wants me.

  Our meals arrive, and I inhale the savory scent of the meat in front of me. “Mmm. It smells so good.” The presentation is fantastic with a bed of potatoes and fresh asparagus.

  Sam’s green eyes are locked onto me as I look up.

  “My beautiful girl does love her meat.”

  His quick wit has me laughing instantly, and he joins in.

  “Only good meat, though,” I clarify as I’m cutting into my perfectly cooked medium rare piece.

  “Of course. Only good meat.”

  Sam seems to be savoring his first bite too. With his classic good looks, brown wavy hair, and beautiful green eyes, he could have anyone. I can’t believe how lucky I am.

  I was worried when I moved here for this job. It’s always scary going into the unknown, but these three are really going to make it interesting.

  Sam, Charlie, and Adam are each extremely eligible bachelors. I can’t help but feel a little skeptical of their attention. I don’t want to think that I’m being played, but there is always that little voice in the back of your head.

  If it seems too good to be true, then it probably is.

  I’ve always been a big believer in taking things as they go and not backing down. When the right things come along, you have to grab onto it tight with both hands. With them, I may need more than my two hands!

  I want things with all of us to go smoothly and work out, but I don’t really know how they feel about it. I’ve been looking forward to these one on one dates to feel them out. They sound like it’s serious for them, but it’s so new and hard to tell if we’re all on the same page.

  “Was the other night good for you?”

  Turning his question from earlier around only seems fair.

  He finishes swallowing before answering me. Those few seconds of delay let me know that I have my heart invested in this way more than I realized.

  “The other night was incredible. It wasn’t just good. It wasn’t even great. It really was incredible.”

  Something inside me relaxes with his words. The band around my chest that was keeping me from breathing deeply finally loosens. Thank God.

  Everything happened so quickly and was so intense, I can’t be sure of how everyone else was feeling too. I think they enjoyed it, but I was in la-la land by the end.

  “I’m so relieved.”

  I don’t realize I have my hand on my chest until he pulls it away and kisses my fingers.

  “Couldn’t you tell?” He slides his chair closer to mine around the table, looking into my eyes seriously.

  I can’t help flushing as I remember everything. “Well, yes. It seemed like everyone was enjoying it, but I wanted to make sure. Have you ever done that before?”

  It’s now or never, and I really want to know.

  I think out of the three, Sam is the most likely to be honest. He really seems to be in tune with me. When I came off stage from my disastrous exit, he was the one making sure I was okay; he gets me.

  “No.” He takes a sip of his wine before continuing. “I’ve never been with anyone in a group situation like that.”

  I can tell he’s a bit uncomfortable. I
am, too, but he deserves to know how I feel.

  “I just wanted to make sure that…you know. Um…” I’m having a harder time saying this without sounding like an asshole. “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t some kind of notch on your belts.”

  Fuck. That sounded pretty bad.

  He just looks at me though. Seriously. “That’s an honest concern. I can see how you might wonder about that.”

  His quiet agreement makes me fall in love. He’s so perfect. So intuitive. And so fucking hot.

  He has a calm, sexy vibe that is casually alluring. I can’t say I’ve ever met a guy that is more willing or able to put himself in someone else’s shoes.

  “I was curious. I’m sorry if that’s rude, but you all seemed to work together so well. If you know what I mean.” I wink suggestively, hoping to lighten the mood again.

  “I honestly believe it was you.”

  His still serious words sink in slowly. He’s looking at me intently, chewing slowly.

  “Me?” I don’t know what he means. I didn’t really do anything, but enjoy.

  “Yes. I just know for me, that wouldn’t have happened with anyone but you,” he says.

  His green eyes catch the light from the fire, and seem to hypnotize me. I’m not sure what to say to that anyways. I go with changing the topic.

  “Is Mr. Denham like that with all the new girls?” I ask.

  It makes sense. That could be his method of operation. Pouncing on the new, innocent models as they start working for him…unfortunate, but very common.

  “I honestly don’t know.” Sam wipes his mouth with his napkin from his lap before continuing. “I know what he’s up to financially right now, but I haven’t kept tabs on his love life. Believe me, it’s hard enough to follow the finances.”

  He snags my hand across the table.

  “We won’t let him hassle you anymore. Adam would know more about him personally. You could ask him, but I’d rather you just help me teach him a lesson.”

  “By helping and working with you guys like we discussed the other day?”

  Sam seems to hesitate a bit before answering. “Yes. Nobody deserves what he is doing. Not just the sexual harassment, but the stealing is deplorable.”

  I know he’s right. I’m a little nervous about what they might plan, but the handsy fucker does need to go down.