Protein Shake

by Alexis Angel

  “It’s big enough for three people,” I say.

  “Are you suggesting we all get in together?” Eric’s eyes widen with desire.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I say, nodding seductively as they slowly walk toward me, wild hunger in their eyes.

  Chapter 31

  Kara

  Goddamn. Chase is like really fucking good at holding his breath.

  “Is he—oh my god, fuck, yes—is he okay down there?”

  I feel Eric shrug from behind me as he teases my nipples between his fingers.

  “If you’re worried about him, come faster,” Eric suggests as my breathing becomes even more labored.

  “I’m not going to have a choice here in a second,” I gasp.

  I’m spread wide open, my sopping wet cunt ripe for the taking. I’m reclining against Eric’s hard, chiseled body in the claw foot tub as my hands slip around, fumbling to hold onto the sides. I’m gripping on for dear life under the intensity of the amazing sensations Chase is creating between my legs right now.

  Finally, Chase comes up for air, his eyes gleaming as water drips from his gorgeous face.

  I fucking swoon over both of their naked bodies. They’re totally gorgeous, carved with muscles that would rival a Greek god’s.

  “Sorry,” Chase gasps. “Had to breathe.”

  “You were down there for like, ten minutes, babe,” I say, a little concerned.

  “Yeah,” Chase says, running his fingers through his hair. “Well…get ready for ten more.”

  We’ve been in the tub for ages it seems, and we’ve talked about everything under the sun.

  I know so much more about my men now—although, I can never really learn enough.

  Chase was a scrawny kid growing up, or so he says. I can’t fucking imagine it. He spent a lot of time outside on the streets, trying to fend for himself.

  The only way he could protect himself and his younger sister was by becoming stronger than anyone who might try to hurt them. So he worked hard, played street sports, and ate a fuckload of ramen until he beefed up.

  It was only then that he could stand up to his wife-beating stepfather and send him packing for good. Chase only says that he took care of the guy. I’m not sure that I want any more details than that…for, like, legal reasons.

  Eric, on the other hand, was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Growing up, he went to a preppy private school and had loads of friends. He was pretty popular—which, with his looks, I can imagine.

  There was apparently an overweight female classmate who kept getting picked on by his hoard of buddies. Eric refused to join in, which pissed off his preppy friends.

  One night, while he was in bed, he imagined the girl was probably in her own bed somewhere nearby, crying herself to sleep.

  The next day at school, when his pals were in the lunchroom making fun of her for simply sitting there and eating a salad, Eric snapped, threw a punch, and got the snot beaten out of them.

  His friends were furious that Eric would defy them like that, so they kicked him, punched him, and sent him crashing to the ground. He couldn’t open his left eye for a week because it had been so swollen from where they’d repeatedly punched him.

  That was at the end of the school year.

  But nothing gets between Eric and something that he wants. He spent that entire summer working out and bench pressing, lifting weights―until after summer vacation, everyone’s jaws dropped when they saw how burly and muscular Eric had become.

  Unsurprisingly, the bullying stopped after that—though he didn’t exactly say how.

  Somehow, knowing where they come from only makes our relationship make even more sense. They’re the kind of guys who like having something to protect—and my clumsy, self-destructive ass is pretty good at needing protection.

  It’s not just that, though. Eric and Chase didn’t just look out for me when I was weak—they helped me grow and better myself until I became strong.

  Back to the gorgeous things Chase is doing to my pussy with his tongue, though—there’s another strength building inside me right now, and it’s just begging to be unleashed.

  “Oh, my god,” I gasp, and then I cry out.

  I scream, wailing with ecstasy as Eric holds my trembling, shaking body in place with his thick, strong arms.

  I lay there against his chest, totally fucking spent, as Chase comes back up for air, wildly grinning with the satisfaction of a job well done.

  I chuckle and tousle his wet hair, but that’s all the energy I can expend for the moment as I lay there panting and gasping for air.

  “I fucking love when you moan like that,” Eric whispers into my ear, making goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.

  “You guys are amazing…incredible fucking lovers.” I reach up to kiss them both, one at a time.

  Chase’s lips taste creamy and are sticky, slippery with my cum. It’s still dripping off his mouth, making him glisten and glow.

  In the aftermath of my climax, I just want to lay here with them forever in the peaceful serenity of the moment.

  When we finally emerge from the bath a few minutes later, Chase grabs my hand and helps pull me from the tub and wraps a soft cotton white towel around my body, rubbing me all over to pat me dry.

  Then Eric takes a turn, massaging lavender scented lotion onto my skin, opening up my pores and making me feel feminine and soft as silk from my head down to my toes.

  I caress my own arm, marveling at how good it feels after the massage. “Thank you,” I whisper and plant a kiss on his cheek.

  He grins with eager pleasure at the kiss and the compliment, and we all file back to the bed, where we collapse on top of each other―then I scoot to the middle so that the guys won’t fight over me.

  Even now that I’m as fit and thin as I’ve ever been, there’s plenty of me to go around. I never want either one of them to feel left out—because I definitely have room in my heart for both.

  It feels good. Fuck, this feels important. Like everything in my life has come together all at once.

  “I wish I would have met you guys two years ago,” I say with a little laugh. “I would have fucking adored feeling loved like this back then, you know? The only problem is, you wouldn’t have gone for me back then.”

  Eric and Chase give each other a glance and then stare at me, moving in closer.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Chase says.

  “I’ve thought about it from the start, Kara,” Eric adds. “It’s not just about looks with you—we just hit the jackpot in that regard. We love you for more than just your body…” He runs his hand up my thigh, cupping my hip with his finger. “Although, we do love your body a whole fucking lot.”

  I heave a sigh. “I’ve never felt loved like this before.”

  “I can’t imagine why not,” Eric strokes my hair. “You’re a fucking catch.”

  “You guys already know I grew up with a single mother,” I begin.

  “Right,” Chase nods in confirmation.

  “She was beautiful…” I trail off nostalgically, remembering the curls of her hair and the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. “So beautiful that she was always trotting off to modeling shoots and leaving me behind.”

  Okay, so I’m a little bitter about it still—but that’s not why I’m telling them this story.

  “I basically used food as my only form of comfort,” I admit for the first time in my life…out loud…to anyone.

  “Eating made me feel better when I was lonely or nervous, wondering if my mom was ever going to come back.”

  “A lot of people do that, Kara,” Chase tells me. “You aren’t alone.”

  “You’ll never be alone again,” Eric says and rubs my back, sending shivers of pleasure over my skin.

  “Yeah, it’s a great thing I have you two to fall back on instead of food,” I joke. “I’ll take orgasms over a cheeseburger any day.”

  “We’ll give you all the attention you crave,” Chase says with lust in hi
s eyes. He strokes my thigh, and I can tell he’s getting hard again.

  “I guess I’m just needier than most women,” I laugh. “Sexually, emotionally—the whole nine yards.”

  “You’re perfect,” Eric says. “You have a huge heart, with twice as much love to give.”

  “That’s why you have two of us,” Chase agrees. “You’re never going to feel too needy ever again. Not in your fucking life, babe.”

  I squeezed their hands, nestled in between them.

  Maybe they’re right.

  Maybe fate really is on our side.

  With the pageant coming up in just a few days…only time will tell.

  Chapter 32

  Eric

  The fucking bartender at this hotel bar keeps eyeing us up and serving us free whiskies on the house, which I’m taking to mean he’s got the wrong idea here.

  I know how it fucking looks. Chase and I are two fit, handsome, wealthy-looking guys and the dude behind the bar thinks if he plies us with enough top-shelf booze and lingering looks throughout the night, he might be able to make this two-way a three-way.

  Poor guy is shit outta luck.

  “Yeah, I just fuckin’ love boobs, man,” Chase says, derailing our conversation for the sixth time tonight in the hopes that the poor bastard might take a hint. “Boobs and pussy for me, y’know? Just love me some fine, hot, female genitalia.”

  “You ought to give it up, man,” I chuckle, tipping back the last mouthful in my rocks glass and signaling for a refill. “We’re two aesthetic sons of bitches, Chase. People just want to show their gratitude.”

  “Man, that’s fine,” Chase says, though with the way he hunches his shoulders up, he looks like a wild dog getting ready to bite the next person who so much as looks at him funny. “I just don’t know why everyone’s always going around assuming I’m gay and shit, y’know?”

  “We do fall into bed together pretty often,” I remind him—strategically, just as the bartender pours me another glass.

  I can see the poor schmuck’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he hangs onto every word of this conversation he can eavesdrop in on.

  “Yeah, but with the world’s hottest woman between us, man! I’d argue that’s the straightest thing a man can possibly do for himself, tapping that ass. And pussy,” Chase adds, giving the bartender a cagey look. “All about that tight, wet pussy.”

  The bartender gives me a questioning look, and I simply shrug. Is it nice to mess with his head like this? No, probably not.

  But I’m not a nice man—and with Kara away at pageant rehearsals, I’m getting fucking bored. Never bodes well for those around me when I’m bored—why else do you think I’m fucking working all the time?

  Poor fucking Chase, though. He’s not from the same world I am, where people are constantly looking to kiss your ass—or woo you into fucking theirs. Where Chase comes from, there’s no such thing as a free drink—every action has a very enforceable price attached.

  “Speaking of Kara,” I say, checking the time on my phone, “When she gets back, we need to have this Protein Plus conversation once and for all. Even if she comes at us begging to ride our faces—”

  “Christ, we are lucky men,” Chase says, licking his lips.

  “Only if this is real,” I remind him. “If it’s just the protein shakes fucking with her head, this is over—it has to end. You know that as well as I do.”

  “Yeah, I fuckin’ do,” Chase says, tearing a paper bar napkin to shreds as he considers the worst. “But man, I don’t want it to end like that. What we’ve got with Kara—she’s changed me, that fuckin’ girl. She makes me a better man. Every damn day.”

  I hate to admit it…but that’s true for me as well, come to think. Before Kara, I would have fucked with this bartender’s head all night until he was sure I was going to take him back to my room and have my wicked way with him…

  Then I would have picked up the hottest woman in this bar and fucked her right here on the bar top, just to see the look on the poor bastard’s face.

  After Kara…no. There is no after Kara.

  Kara fucking Gilmore is a be-all, end-all kind of woman. After having her, no other bitch is going to be able to satisfy me.

  Which is a very fucking real concern if it turns out that this whole time, it’s been some kind of cum-based brainwashing that’s drawn Kara to Chase and me rather than the very real, visceral connection that we’ve developed for her.

  That’s why we need to put this thing to bed once and for all tonight. Either we figure out that her love for us is genuine, consenting, and completely fucking real—or we figure out how we’re going to live our lives knowing that as far as women go, Kara Gilmore was the only one we’ll ever have.

  I’ve been called a sociopath more fucking times than I would like in this lifetime, but I know that can’t be true—because even the thought of losing Kara’s love rips my fucking heart out.

  Just then, my phone rings—it’s work, surprise, surprise.

  “Eric Hale speaking,” I say into the receiver. “Talk to me.”

  “ERIC!” a breathy female voice exclaims victoriously on the other end of the line. “Oh, my god, it’s you! It’s really fucking you. This is Becka—remember me? I’m the taste-test girl from the Protein Plus labs—but of course you remember, you guys fucked me so fucking good last time! I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since—is Chase there? Do you miss me? Come fuck me again, guys, I fucking need you, I’ll do like—I’ll do anything you want, just—”

  There’s the sound of a brief, ugly struggle. I give Chase a concerned look.

  This can’t be fucking good.

  “Mr. Hale?” a new female voice says into the phone. “It’s Linda—I’m so sorry, but things have been insane over here lately, and—”

  I sigh. “Women are going insane over the protein shakes?”

  “Yes. Exactly.” Linda laughs with a hint of hysteria attached to her voice, and I can’t help but feel like this is my fault.

  I’m the CEO of an important, life-changing company—not some average asshole who can afford to make such dire fucking mistakes.

  My employees depend on me to make good decisions—and the public depends on me to not turn them into cum-obsessed horny fuck-bimbos who can’t think straight unless they’re guzzling my seed like the bitches they are.

  This is on my shoulders—and I need to fix it. Stat.

  “Stop production immediately,” I inform Linda. “I want our test subjects like Becka weaned off the stuff and properly compensated for their ordeal—and then I want you to get with legal and marketing. Let the public know that if they’re feeling strange or addictive behaviors, we’ll offer free resources to alleviate the strain the shakes have put on them—and pull everything from our distributors, too, if you haven’t already.”

  “We can’t,” Linda reminds me. “Everywhere is already sold out. There was a fist fight in Reno just this morning over the last case of Two Girls One Cupcake—women are seriously losing their minds over this stuff.”

  “So I’ve heard. Keep me updated,” I tell her, preparing to hang up.

  “Eric—wait!” Linda gasps into the phone.

  “Yes?”

  “I was just wondering, if, um…if maybe when you two are back from Japan, you and Chase might want to…you know. Fuck me,” Linda begs. “I know you have the girl from the pageant, Kara, and everything, but I really don’t mind sharing—I mean, she’s fucking gorgeous, she can have me, too. All three of you could take me together, just, oh my god, Eric, please, please fuck me, please—”

  I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose and shaking my head.

  “Linda, get off the Protein Plus, have yourself some water, and get yourself to bed,” I say reassuringly. “It will all be better in the morning—I promise.”

  “And then you’ll fuck me?” she whispers hopefully.

  “No,” I tell her sternly. “But it won’t be so bad once you’ve had some rest.”


  Chase and I share a dire look as I hang up the phone.

  “Well, it was fun while it lasted,” I say, tipping back the rest of my drink. The bartender trots over immediately and tries to pour me another, but instead I just slide him a generous tip for his services.

  Unfortunately, it’s not the tip he was hoping for—but we play for the wrong team for this poor bastard, so money will have to do.

  “I just hope Kara forgives us,” Chase says. “If we had known…”

  “Yeah,” I agree. “We wouldn’t have given her that shit in the first place. Let’s just start with apologies and work from there.”

  “As soon as she gets back?”

  “As soon as she gets back,” I agree. I don’t love it, but I know what we have to do.

  Chapter 33

  Kara

  I trained. I practiced so fucking hard. I did everything I could to turn myself into a lean, mean, naked beauty pageant-winning machine.

  But now that I’m here, and it’s real, and it’s all actually happening...I’m so not ready for this pageant. Like, not even fucking close.

  It’s not that I’m not hot enough. I know I look fucking good. And it’s not that I’m not strong enough—I can out-lift any of these other women without breaking a fucking sweat.

  My hair hangs down to my waist in a long, dark golden braid, my tits are perky, and my ass is nice and firm.

  I should be fucking owning this rehearsal...but I’m not.

  I’m too fucking horny to even think straight.

  Chase and Eric made me come, like, a dozen fucking times before I left this morning, and now I’m a horny little ball of desire. It’s all I can think about—sucking dick, taking dick. Cocks and balls and cum, oh my!

  Chase and Eric are at the forefront of my mind. I just can’t seem to shake them or get them out of my head.

  They’re so damn sexy and gorgeous, and they’re all I can think about.

  I want them to fuck the living shit out of me. I want them to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week.

  That’s how badly I want them.

  I’m so wet that, as we practice the parade portion of the pageant, my juices are dripping down my thighs, making them slippery and totally fucking distracting.