36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

Chase’s picture-perfect face appears with the recorded message, smiling like a fool. “Good evening, Megan and Tristan. I hope your day has been everything you hoped it would be.”

  I giggle as I think about our afternoon in the pool. Definitely. Everything and more.

  Chase gives another one of his trademark dramatic pauses, then continues with the recorded video. “As you were told this morning, you are away from the house for twenty-four hours. What we didn’t tell you was how those twenty-four hours would be spent. Megan, you were to spend the day with Tristan, but you’ll be spending the night with Madden.” Chase grins on the tablet, lifting his fingers in a wave. “Have fun.”

  The video ends abruptly, and I just stand there in shock. For some reason, I was under the impression that Tristan and I would have the entire night together.

  I can feel his body behind me, no longer gentle but full of tension. I turn in his arms, not sure what to say. But before I can speak, the door to the suite flies open, and in strolls Madden, the smug look on his face almost surpassing the one Tristan wore this morning.

  Tristan spins around as Madden claps a hand on his shoulder.

  “Step aside, lover boy,” Madden says, “and let Megan see what a night with a real man is like.”

  Tristan looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel. His fists clench repeatedly, and I’m almost afraid this could come to blows.

  But Madden just stands there with that smug grin on his face. I don’t know what to think. I was having a great time with Tristan, but now that I see Madden, dressed to the nines in an obviously custom-made suit, I want to spend time with him as well. I don’t know if that’s wrong after what all Tristan and I shared today, but it’s how I feel.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tristan bites out, eyes blazing as Maya comes through the door.

  She shakes her head. “Sorry, Tristan. You’re coming with me.”

  He stands stock still for a moment, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and I have no idea what he’s going to do. Then he seems to make a decision and turns back to me. His expression softens and he brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears.

  “Megan,” he says, cupping my face in his big hands, looking at me with that intensity that I’m starting to crave, “this was a perfect day. I’m so glad I got to share it with you.”

  “Me too,” I say softly.

  Tristan leans in, capturing my mouth with his, and my knees go a little weak with the slow seduction of his kiss. If he’s wanting to leave an impression seared on my mind while I’m out with Madden, he’s doing a damn good job.

  When he pulls back, he whispers, “Have a good night, princess. See you tomorrow.”

  He says it like a promise. Then Maya whisks him away and I’m left alone with Madden. The man who just had to stand there and watch me melt for another man.

  Madden

  I look at Megan over the rim of my glass and wink. Lowering it, I say, “You know sushi is an aphrodisiac, right?”

  She grins. “Oh, is it now? Please, Madden, tell me more.” She bats her eyelashes in an exaggerated simper.

  “Absolutely, baby.” Laughing, I lean forward, and she does the same. “It’s wet, it’s pink, it’s soft. Practically melts in your mouth.”

  Megan’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open a little, and I can’t help but tease her a little more.

  “Did that just make you wet for me, Megan?”

  She blinks, flustered, and I give her a disarming grin. “I’m just messing with you,” I say, though I’m pretty fucking sure from the way she bites her lip that she’s turned on.

  Good. After the way she reacted to that kiss from Tristan, I have to bring it. I was pissed this morning when I thought she’d be spending the entire day and night with him. But I found out real fast that the real twist was that I’d be showing up later.

  Now we’re at Naoe on Brickell Key in Miami. And we have the entire restaurant to ourselves. Well, aside from the camera crew. But I’m not paying them any attention right now. All of my focus is on Megan.

  I’m done holding it back. After that display in the room with fucking Tristan, I’m pulling out all the stops. Bringing my A-game. Showing her that I’m the one she wants.

  Picking up a piece of sashimi with my chopsticks, I hold it up to Megan’s lips, watching as she opens up and lets me place it on her tongue.

  Fuck. She makes me so goddamn hard. All I want right now is to crawl under this table and have a taste of her wet, pink folds. Because I guarantee she’s soaked right now.

  “You like it?” I ask.

  She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I flash my dimples, already knowing she likes them. I’ve seen how she responds to me. Sliding closer to her in the booth, I lean down and whisper in her ear.

  “How do you like it?”

  I can actually hear her breath catch then speed up again in shallow pants.

  “Soft? Smooth?” I trace the shell of her ear with my lips, letting my words caress her skin. “Or do you like it hard?”

  “Madden,” she says, almost a moan. “What are you doing to me?”

  I pull back, an innocent smile on my face. “Just discussing dinner, naturally.”

  “Uh-huh.” She rolls her eyes.

  “What do you want, Megan?” I shift gears, twirling a lock of her dark hair around my finger, bringing it to my nose and inhaling her scent while she watches me.

  “To eat?” she stammers.

  I shake my head. “No. What do you want out of this? Why are you here?”

  She knows what I mean. And as much as I love flirting and messing with her, getting her all hot and bothered, I also want to get to know her better. I want her to see that I’m actually interested in more than just getting in her pants. I mean, I’ll be happy to do that, too. But I’m not a total douche. I can be a good guy when I want.

  And for some reason, with Megan, I want to.

  Well, to an extent. I also want to be really bad with her.

  She looks down at her hands folded in her lap, then glances around the restaurant, presumably at the cameras, letting me know I’m about to get the canned response. “To be honest, Madden, I’m just looking for love.”

  My eyes narrow slightly. Love. Huh. That’s an interesting angle she’s playing. But I know better after my little research session last night.

  Then I grin again. “I can definitely show you some loving.”

  She swats my arm, and I catch her wrist in my hand, bringing it up to my mouth. I flip it over and press my lips to the sensitive inner skin, scraping my teeth lightly over her wrist.

  She shivers, and when she looks back up at me, her pupils are dilated.

  Damn right, they are. Tristan may have the romantic angle down, but I know what this girl needs—someone like me to show her what it’s like to be desired.

  “You look gorgeous tonight, Megan.” I finger the diamond necklace that I brought for her to wear. “This looks like it’s right where it belongs.”

  She bites her lip. “Thank you. You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself.”

  I rear back with a groan, clutching my chest like I’m mortally wounded. “Not too hard on the eyes? You can do better than that, can’t you?”

  Megan shrugs, a teasing grin on her lips. “Maybe I like what I see.”

  “You want to see more?” I wiggle my eyebrows.

  She laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”

  I tease her a bit more through dinner, giving the cameras what they want, and finally—fucking finally—they pack up and leave us alone.

  As soon as they’re gone, I drop my hand to Megan’s bare thigh. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone? Fuck, Megan, I’ve had my eye on you since the first day in the house. You’re so fucking sexy, so gorgeous. And your sassy attitude kind of does it for me.”

  Now it’s her turn to taunt me. “Oh really? Like me telling you that I think you’re all bark and no bite?”

  I lean in, sinkin
g my teeth into her bare shoulder. “Believe me, I can definitely bite if that’s what you like.”

  Her eyes flare with heat, and I wonder just how kinky this girl might be if she’d let herself go. I want to be the one to make her let go. To free her from whatever has kept her from enjoying the more pleasurable things in life.

  “Ready for dessert?” I ask, my eyes twinkling.

  She must remember my reference to dessert last night because her lips curve up in a sexy as fuck little smirk. “What do you have in mind?”

  I wink at her. “I was thinking something warm and creamy.”

  Megan

  I lean back in the limo into the warmth of Madden’s arms. Dinner was amazing, even if he is absolutely crazy with his flirting. I can’t lie, though. I like it. He brings out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. Something a little wild and crazy. Different from the passion that Tristan evokes in me, but just as potent.

  These two have me all tangled up. How is it possible to want two men at the same time? After being with Tristan all day, I thought it would be strange being with Madden tonight. But it wasn’t. I had just as much fun. Just in a different way.

  Right now I feel totally relaxed. Probably because there aren’t any cameras in here to record us. I can just be myself.

  Thinking back to what he asked earlier—what do I want—I suddenly want to tell him. I shift to face him on the seat, and his arm remains firmly around my waist.

  “I wasn’t totally honest with you earlier,” I say, watching his expression closely.

  “About what?” he responds, his voice cautious, overly casual.

  “About what I want.”

  He feigns shock. “What? You’re telling me you aren’t into biting after all? Because, Megan, if that’s the case…” He trails off, that teasing smirk firmly in place.

  I shake my head, grinning. “No, I’m talking about the game.”

  He sits and waits for me to continue.

  “I’m not really looking for love.” I say it like a confession. “That’s just what Maya tells me to say for the cameras.”

  He chuckles. “You mean you don’t think that you can go on a reality show and find true love?”

  “You mock me, Madden, but you know as well as I do that Biggest Licker is definitely not about finding your one true love.”

  “Maybe not,” he allows, “but I don’t think everyone is necessarily there for the same reason.”

  “Like you?” I tease. “You’re just there to see how many virgins you can impale with that love rod of yours.”

  He laughs for real at that, shaking his head. “Love rod, Megan?”

  “Whatever you want to call that monster in your pants.”

  A rakish grin takes over his face, and he leans in, wicked intent written all over his face. “Monster, huh? Is that why you ran off in such a hurry last night? Afraid I might use it to make you scream my name while you came all over it?”

  I shift in my seat, all this talk about his cock making the pressure increase between my legs. I’m half afraid, half hopeful, that I could come just from the dirty things he’s been saying all night.

  Then I realize he never answered my question. “Is that why you’re on the show?”

  “To nail a bunch of virgins?” he scoffs. “That’s not it, Megan, even if that did happen. I just like to compete. I love a challenge. And you’re quite the challenge.” His eyes grow serious. “But you know what I want most of all?”

  I shake my head, almost afraid to ask.

  “You, Megan. I want you.”

  I look away and bite my lip. God, I love hearing that come out of his mouth. He wants me. I want him too. So fucking bad.

  “So, what do you want?” he asks, as if he can read my thoughts.

  I give him my real answer this time. “I want to win. I didn’t come this far to lose at the very end.” I give him a firm look, hoping he gets what I’m trying to tell him. That if it weren’t for this stupid game holding me back, I might not be holding back. I might be doing all the wild and dirty things he wants me to. “That’s what I want, Madden. More than anything. I want to win.”

  Madden leans in, his blue eyes different, not so full of humor like they always are as he stares into mine. He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger like he did earlier, looking like he’s deciding what he wants to say.

  Then he smiles. “I’m a winner, Megan. If you’re going to place bets, you need to bet on me. Because I’m a winning bet. I promise you, there’s nothing I can’t buy you. Nothing that’s off limits. Nothing I won’t give you that you want or need.”

  I don’t know what to say to that. He’s not usually this serious. But just as fast, he flips back to the Madden I’m used to. Wild and crazy and teasing and flirty. “You better believe I’ll give you everything you need.”

  His meaning couldn’t be clearer.

  Then before I know what’s happening, his hand is on my thigh, the other in my hair, pulling my face closer to his. He pauses an inch from my lips, his eyes searching mine, waiting for an indication of what I want him to do.

  And all the desire he’s been building up in me all night with his naughty words comes to a head. I grip his shirt and lean in the remaining inch, crushing my lips to his.

  Megan

  I must be going crazy.

  I mean, I can’t believe I’m kissing Madden right now, not even a day after what happened between Tristan and I. What the hell am I doing?

  You’re doing what you want to do, I hear a little voice inside of me say, the exact same voice that used to get me into trouble when I was younger.

  Oh, well.

  “These lips…” Madden whispers, pulling back from me and offering me one of his half-cocky, half-gentle smiles.

  “What about my lips?” I ask him, my heart hammering inside my chest. I can’t stop this, can I? It’s just the two of us inside this limo, and the mood is more than appropriate.

  “They’re perfect… I could spend the day just kissing them,” he continues, never taking his eyes off my lips as he keeps that dazed smile on face.

  “Then why don’t you?” I tease him, placing one hand on his chest and grabbing his shirt; I pull him into me fast, our mouths in a collision course. My eyelids droop, my heart pounds against my chest faster, and then we’re back to kissing.

  He might have been the one complimenting my lips, but I kinda feel the same. Madden just has these kinds of lips that leave a woman always wanting more. And, more than having a perfect set of lips, he knows how to use them.

  Oh, God, why do these two men have be so perfect? This whole game would be so much easier if I had to date fat balding billionaires. At least that way there’d be no way I’d allow my wet pussy to ruin my chances. Because, right now, I’m not so sure if I know what I’m doing. I mean, I managed to hold my own with Tristan, but I feel that my self-control is being chipped away little by little.

  And the more my lips remain pressed against Madden’s, the more I feel that self-control fading away.

  “Do you know what you did with this kiss?” He asks me suddenly, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

  “What?” I ask him, and he replies by curling his fingers around my wrist and taking my hand to his crotch. I widen my eyes, surprised, but I don’t even have time to react. I just let him do it, feeling the way his hard cock is tenting the fabric of his pants. Oh, God, and he’s as big Tristan.

  “This is on you,” he continues in that same tone, a tone that tells me that I’m in trouble. The good kind of trouble, I mean.

  “You wish,” I laugh, my tone changing to match his brashness. “You won’t get that on me,” I continue but, at the same time, I curl my fingers around his thickness, my heart skipping a beat as I realize how truly big his cock is.

  “We’ll see about that,” he shoots back at me without thinking, and once again I feel that urge inside to simply throw all caution to the wind and surrender to his charms. Lucky for me, that rational part of
me never sleeps, and it stops me from doing any real damage.

  At least so far.

  “We’ll see,” I repeat, and I tighten my grip on his cock so hard that he groans, the sound of his voice caressing my eardrums and making my brain enter overdrive mode.

  “Come here,” he says out of the blue, turning to me and grabbing me by the hips. He then pulls me up and into him and I react without thinking twice, opening my legs and straddling him. The hemline of my dress hikes up a few inches as I do it, I notice his eyes darting to my crotch, probably seeing a hint of my red lace thong.

  “Well, I’m here,” I laugh, running my tongue over my lips, wetting them as I run my fingers through his hair, dishevelling. Grabbing it, I then force him to raise his head and look into my eyes. “You’re not going to fuck me,” I find myself saying, that rational side of me issuing one last warning to both Madden and I before it shuts down. In truth, I’m saying this more because of me than because of him. It’d be so easy to give in, you know?

  “There’s life beyond fucking, Megan,” Madden shoots back, his voice never losing that confident tone that makes my insides burn.

  “I can’t believe I’m hearing that from you,” I laugh, slightly bucking my hips at him and pressing my crotch against his. I purse my lips the moment I do it, immediately feeling his tree trunk of a cock against my increasingly drenched thong.

  “Oh, please. I can control myself,” he laughs back at me, and I can’t tell if he’s being honest right now or if he’s just trying to play me. Not that I have much time to think about it - Madden’s already sliding his hands up my legs, his long fingers sliding under my dress and tracing the curves of my ass cheeks. “Things is: can you control yourself, Megan?”

  I look into his eyes as he cups my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I find myself without an answer. I open my mouth to reply, but then I just close it again - I truly don’t know what answer to give him.

  “Don’t try to play me, Madden,” I finally find the courage to say, and then I lean into him and softly bite on his lower lips, pulling it back between my teeth. “I’m a grown woman.”