A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  “It’s alright, Em. At least we sorted it out before more harm was done and I know where you are coming from. We talked it out and it’s behind us.”

  “Did you hear that I phoned them?” she asks.

  “Yeah, I heard. You saved our skins by doing it. Thank you for that.”

  “It’s the least I can do. I didn’t make myself known, I thought it might make things worse if they somehow figured out I’m your sister.”

  I nod. “That’s great, thank you.”

  She hesitates for a moment and I expect her to end the call. We weren’t as close as we used to be and we have less and less to talk about.

  “How are you doing?” she asks me.

  I smile. “I’m really good, Em.”

  “Did you spend time with the boys last night?”

  I like that she’s willing to talk about it, that she doesn’t think it is so weird that we can’t mention it at all.

  “Yeah, I did,” I say. I don’t need to go into details. If Em wants to know more about my relationship with them I will be happy to tell her, but only unless she asks.

  “What are you going to do about them?” she asks.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well… you have to choose at some point, right? Do you know what you’re going to do?”

  I take a deep breath. I don’t know how she’s going to take the news.

  “I’ve already chosen,” I say.

  “Who?”

  “I chose them both, Em.”

  I wait for a reaction. I half-expect an explosion from her, something where she tells me I’m wrong. Instead, she hesitates and then chuckles.

  “Only you can pull something like that off,” she says.

  I laugh, too. “I don’t know about that. We still have a lot to work out. But I’m happy with the way things are right now.”

  “I’m glad,” she says.

  “Em?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Let’s not do this again. I hate it when we fight. We’ve been so distant lately, I hate it.”

  “Me too,” she says. “It is a big mess up. I screwed up so much.”

  “Let’s just get close again, okay?” I ask.

  “We will,” she says. “We already are.”

  I smile and we ended off the conversation. It’s good to have my sister back. Everything is okay, now. I have two great guys, I have a wonderful sister, a job that isn’t in danger at a company that will survive.

  I can’t ask for anything more.

  Life’s perfect.

  Six months later

  Kevin

  Raven publishers is doing fantastic. Since the drama with Carly’s sister and the investors wanting to pull out, we’ve only been moving onward and upward. Of course, Carly, Scott and I work very hard to keep our relationship under wraps. Even though it’s all consensual and we have an understanding, a lot of people frown upon our way of living.

  That doesn’t stop us from having the best time of our lives, but we keep it behind closed doors.

  It’s going great between the three of us, though. I wasn’t sure when we said we would try if it would work we will do it or not. Scott was very possessive at first and we got stuck a few times. But as with any relationship, we learned each other and grew together. Scott and I are better friends than ever, and even though there’s nothing more between us – I will never be able to take the next step with a man – we are both very involved with Carly and she loves us both equally.

  I never feel like she neglects one or favors the other. She loves us in different ways, that’s for sure. Scott’s wilder and he needs her to be stricter with him when it comes to balance between the two, where I find our connection is more stable. Still, it works.

  I bumped Carly up from PA to a manager. She’s so good at what she does. I don’t want to waste her talents on a job that doesn’t challenge her. She does very well with an editorial team that she oversees and our revenue has almost tripled in the last six months. That’s miraculous growth, even for a place that has investors pumping cash into the place.

  My phone rings and I answer.

  “Kevin,” Hull’s gritty voice comes over the speaker. “How are you doing?”

  “Good, good, thanks for asking,” I say. He called me Kevin since Emma’s phone call and he isn’t nearly as hard-ass with me anymore, especially considering how well things are going.

  “I want to congratulate you on the financial flow the last few weeks. I looked at the projection we made six months ago and you’ve achieved well and beyond that.”

  I grin. “I’m very happy to hear that.”

  “So am I, Kevin. We were nervous to invest in you at first, what with the allegations and the sex tape and all that. It was a good choice for us to stay on with you and you’ve proven the last few months that they were nothing more than rumors.”

  I nod. Carly, Scott and I will always laugh about the close call, about how everyone assumed that the rumors were false after Emma’s phone call when, in fact, they were more than true.

  That is our little secret, though, and it will stay that way.

  “I just wanted to fill you in on that,” Hull says. “Well done.”

  “Thanks Franklin,” I say. “It’s been a pleasure.”

  “One more thing, though…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I know this might not be the best time, but I know you’ve been wanting to spend more time with the editorial process…”

  That’s not exactly true – I just want to spend more time at home with Scott and Carly. But whatever.

  “Yes, and?”

  “How do you feel about spending more time with the writers, and stepping down from your role as CEO?” He says, and then I just hold my breath as I think of what he’s saying. He wants me to step down from CEO? What the --?

  “That sounds…interesting. But who’d take over the CEO role?”

  “Carly,” he tells me matter-of-factly, and I don’t even know how to respond.

  “That’s…a great idea,” I reply, the words leaving my mouth before I can filter them. Carly as CEO? That’s the best thing I’ve heard all week. She’s competent, able, and she knows the publishing business like no one else. That’s why we wanted her to make her VP.

  We bet on that.

  And now she’s about to become the fucking CEO.

  “That’s settled then. We’ll discuss it in the next board meeting.”

  We end the conversation and I’m buzzing with pride. We made it. Somehow, we got through the worst and everything is going well. Maybe I should feel bad because I’ve been demoted from CEO…but who the hell cares? Carly’s CEO, and I couldn’t think of anyone better for that role.

  Now she’ll be the one fucking her employees. Huh.

  Carly comes to my office half an hour later.

  “We’re going out tonight,” I say. “To celebrate.”

  I explain to her what Hull said.

  “I don’t…I don’t know what to say,” she says and kisses me – a chaste kiss, nothing too drawn out with the door and windows open. “Are you sure? I mean…”

  I nod.

  “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

  “What are you two talking about?” Scott says, stepping inside the office and shutting the door behind him.

  “Carly’s made CEO,” I tell him, and then it just happens – we start laughing at the same time. I grab my wallet, slip him a dollar, and he does the same.

  “I guess that’s a draw,” he says, and then we just laugh as Carly looks at us with a confused expression.

  “Well, I guess I’ll make the reservations. My last task on the to-do list before I’m in charge of all of you,” she tells us with a smirk.

  We go to Café and Bar Lurcat. It’s a middle-class kind of place but I like the vibe and it is something different than what we usually do.

  The restaurant has a checkered floor and white chairs and table cloths so that it all looks stylishly homey.
It’s full when we arrive and the atmosphere is bright and cheerful.

  “This is great, princess,” I say to Carly who chose the place.

  “Yeah, I like it,” Scott says.

  We order champagne to celebrate. We have good food and good wine for the rest of the night. The alcohol makes me feel good – light and airy, and horny. I want Carly.

  I put my hand on her leg under the table. She glances at me. She’s been drinking, too, and I know she feels the same. When I look at Scott he has the same idea I have. His hand is on her other leg.

  “Wasn’t there a coat checker when we arrived?” Scott asks.

  I nod. “There was…”

  “Shouldn’t we take this home?” Carly asks. “We did talk about public places.”

  “It is dangerous,” I admit.

  “But it’s a walk on the wild side,” Scott chimes in. “You have to admit that playing dangerously sometimes is so much hotter. Or did you forget about the club?”

  Carly blushes, which tells me that she hasn’t forgotten at all. It’s one of those things that keep coming up. It doesn’t bother me that it’s their inside joke. I have those too, with Carly, and we have so many memories of the three of us together, it doesn’t matter. We are a fully-fledged trio, now. We date and we are all equal.

  “Let’s go,” Carly says.

  I grin at Scott who waves at our waiter. We split the check three ways – it’s one of the things we figured out down the line – and stand up. Scott leads the way to the checking clerk, who’s young and engrossed in a book. Carly and I hang back while Scott approaches her. He flirts shamelessly with her.

  We wait, watching him slip her some money and when he turns to us and nods, the girl is blushing. I feel sorry for her – she will never be able to stand up against Scott and his charms.

  Scott slips into the closet, first. Carly follows and I bring up the rear, winking at the coat checker. She pales a little, realizing what she just agreed to cover up. We won’t make it hard for her. We will be in and out.

  I laugh inwardly at my little joke.

  Scott’s already kissing Carly, tugging up her blouse. I come up behind her and run my hands up her thighs. She shivers, her skin Goosebumps under my fingertips.

  She’s wearing a skirt and it isn’t hard to reach Carly’s pussy. She widens her stance and I pull her panties aside, sliding my fingers into her slit from behind. She gasps as Scott kisses her, his hand on a breast that he pulled out of her bra. When I push my fingers into her, she moans softly and Scott takes her nipple between his teeth. She’s at our mercy and she must stay quiet, something she isn’t very good at.

  I finger fuck her a bit while Scott works over her one breast and then the other.

  I’m rock hard in my pants, aching for her. I pull out my dick and push her forward a little so she bends over. I hike up the skirt and her ass is beautiful and round, her thong a thin black like into her ass crack.

  Without pause, I push my cock into her. She gasps and Scott takes advantage of her open mouth, pushing his dick in between her lips. Her moans are muffled. It’s one way to keep her quiet.

  We fuck her, Scott pumping in and out of her mouth and me thrusting into her pussy.

  Before long, Scott pulls out and I do, too. We spin her around, giving the other a chance to fuck the hole we had. Carly braces herself on my hips with her hands and takes me into her mouth. Her body rocks back and forth as Scott fucks her, creating the motion with which she sucks me off.

  Scott reaches around and finds her clit. He does what he does best – pushes her closer and closer to the edge. I grab her tits where they’re half hanging out of the blouse and squeeze them, tugging at her nipples. It doesn’t take long before she comes. Her body shudders, her breath forcing out around my cock as she comes.

  I want to come, too.

  Scott pulls out of her and she straightens up. Her cheeks are flushed. I pull her closer to me and she presses her body against mine. I kiss her. I can taste traces of our sex in our mouth but she mostly tastes like wine and lust. I push my tongue deep into her mouth, exploring her. With my fingers, I find her pussy and she shivered when I touch her clit, now sensitive. I hike up one leg and hold her up, pushing my cock into her pussy. She gasps when I do.

  Scott is right behind her, pushing up against her and I know what he’s going to do. We pulled it off standing once before. We don’t have many options, now. Or lube, but he will make it work.

  I feel his fingers at the base of my cock as he finds some of her wetness and spreads it to her ass. I feel it as he pushes in, her ass resisting at first. She cries out, his dick sliding into her ass against mine.

  We fill her up and she breathes hard. We don’t give her much more than a moment before we started moving, fucking her, moving against each other. Her face is buried in my shoulder, her moans muffled. We are surrounded by coats, the smell of our cologne, her perfume and our sex mingling in with the coats that hang around us. Hopefully it won’t linger.

  Carly is the first to orgasm again. She shudders, her body spasming, clamping down on mine as she cries out into my shoulder. She grabs my arm and her nails dig into my skin through the shirt.

  It makes me lose it. I come inside of her, pumping and squirting my load inside of her, claiming her.

  I feel it when Scott comes. He pumps, too, and we fill her up together. I’m pretty sure her orgasm lasts all the way through ours. Only when we are done does she stop shuddering.

  Scott pulls out and I follow suit. We tuck our dicks back into our pants, satisfied for the moment. Carly looks down.

  “I’m a mess,” she says. She’s wet all over her ass, her pussy and her thighs. She fishes for a tissue in her bag and wipes up what she can.

  “Don’t clean that too much,” I say. “We’re not done with you, yet. We just have to get home.”

  Scott looks at me with naughty expression. We watch Carly as she fixes her clothes, tucking her breasts back into her top and fixing her skirt.

  When we leave the coat check, Scott slips the girl another bill. She deserves it after what we did in there. We leave the place, headed for home where Scott and I are going to make Carly ours all over again.

  Whatever we are doing, it’s working. We will still run into stumbling blocks every day – we often do – but with the three of us we can figure it out. We have so far. Right now, though, I have sex on my mind, and nothing else.

  I want to fuck Carly again, good and hard, before curling up in bed with her, her body tight against mine and Scott on the other side.

  This is how it should be.

  3 Men of the House

  An MFMM Romance

  By Daphne Dawn

  Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Stacy

  "We're almost there. Thank fuck,” Percy mutters under his breath, looking out the window. “I’m fucking tired of being in here with you."

  We’re driving through Southampton in the back of the limousine so graciously provided by Percy, my captor. His father has just died—an auspicious heart attack—and we’re going to the palatial family compound to hear the reading of the will.

  "So very nice to hear, Percy,” I whisper, gritting my teeth and looking down at my hands, out the window, pretty much anywhere but at him. “The feeling’s mutual. This is a fake marriage, nothing more than that."

  "Listen,” he tells me, turning on the seat to face me, his eyes narrowing into two thin slits. “Just fucking do as I say. Be silent and act pregnant. You have one job—so get it right."

  Percy is determine
d to inherit everything, including his father's company, Raine's Petroleum. He’s somehow gotten his hands on the will and he knows what's required for the inheritance: whoever’s most likely to perpetuate the family line will inherit the company—thus, my fake pregnancy.

  Percy couldn’t get me pregnant anyway—he’s Percy, through and through. I'm sure he couldn't get it up for me even if he needs to make a real baby, and even if he wasn’t gay.

  I can’t even tell you how fucking glad I am about that.

  I don’t want his affections, I don’t want to feel his touch, nothing. Because he's a total monster. I shudder remembering the look on my dad's face when Percy came in and demanded I go with him.

  Our fathers were once friends—partners even, but when Percy's dad, John, died, he took control of the company. My dad was screwed out of his share.

  Percy now claims my family owes him a ridiculous amount of money, and he basically took me as ransom so that I could be part of his scheme to take over everything.

  "You’re so sure this plan of yours will work,” I say, steeling myself to look over into his beady little eyes. “It won’t. People won’t believe it—everyone knows that you're gay."

  "It doesn't matter,” he chuckles, his eyes locked on mine. “All that matters is that fake baby you are supposedly having inside you. That’s all they need to believe.”

  "You evil, petty man,” I whisper, balling my hands into fists. “Karma will come back to get you."

  "Shut up, you stupid little bitch. This has nothing to do with you, and as long as you're with me, you better keep your goddamn opinions to yourself. Otherwise, I promise you and your family will be out on the fucking street, just like Barbara."

  He’s already taken the liberty of kicking his stepmother Barbara, his father's newest wife, out of the house. I think about her, and how one day everything was fine and the next she’s virtually homeless.

  John never amended his will to include her, and Percy knows it. I don’t know how he did it, but he’s managed to read the will beforehand.

  John apparently never thought he would die so young and so he never took measures to protect his latest wife. Though he should have been smarter than that if you ask me.