ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (86 page)

An hour later Simone sat alone at the center of her café, enshrouded in darkness as a trickle of excitement coursed the base of her spine.

After helping her clean the party area, her lovers had retreated backstage; leaving her with the singular instruction to relax in her seat and get ready for a show that she’d never forget.

And now, as the red velvet curtains surrounding the stage opened before her, she saw immediately that the brothers intended to make good on their promise.

Now dressed only in sleek, scarlet red thongs that graced and defined their tall muscled forms, Chase and Taylor posed and pouted at the center of a sole spotlight; both flexing their perfect pecs and rolling their firm washboard abs as the opening strains of one of her favorite songs resounded loud in her ears.

The brothers had written “Night Song,” a sexy jazz number that involved heavy use of breathy vocals and a smooth, sax driven beat, the morning after her first night with them; and although they had sung her the song many times, they now seemed more intent on dancing in time to its sultry, pounding beat.

Suddenly Chase and Taylor launched into motion; gyrating their hard, trim hips as their long, graceful legs moved in time to their own hot beat. Both held her gazes as they pouted and preened, flipping the lengths of their long, silken hair as their taut, toned bodies slithered and undulated before her admiring eyes.

“You go, Stud Squared!” Simone cried out, waving random dollar bills in their direction, as they laughed outright in response.

“Patience darling,” Taylor called out from the stage. “We have much more to show you before accepting any tips. So just sit back, relax, and do allow us to blow your mind.”

With these words the brothers launched high into midair. Their flawless bodies surging upward with the grace of the most sophisticated, highly trained ballet dancer; though Simone figured that even Baryshnikov couldn’t remain suspended in midair for several timeless, spellbinding moments—or, for that matter, launch into the smooth, graceful flight that soon delivered them at her feet.

She watched enrapt as Taylor and Chase soared in her direction; their arms and legs poised in graceful poses as they headed straight for her.

Finally they both stood dangerously close to her at the center of the floor, both gyrating full in her face as she sighed with contentment.

With hungry eyes she devoured the vision of their massive muscled chests, freshly oiled, and the smooth, rhythmic movement of their trim hips as they gyrated their bulging packages full in her face. 

The trio laughed and enjoyed their experience as Simone slipped dollars into the waistbands of their sleek ruby red thongs; running her hands down their hard muscled torsos as they leaned over to grace her cheeks with sweet, adoring kisses—the long, silken strands of their shiny sleek manes tickling the sides of her face and chest.

“I always thought that nothing could match the divine experience of watching you guys dance,” she told them, adding as she waggled her eyebrows in a playful manner, “I guess I was wrong.”

Meeting her words with a mysterious smile, Taylor danced around her in a single, smooth flourish to rub and massage her tired shoulders; leaving her face to face with a flirty, undulating Chase.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he hissed, his perfect body launching in to a swift, full-fledged gyration that launched him straight into her lap.

With shameless passion his naked body writhed against hers as he thrust shameless against her, gyrating his hips as his abs rolled and his already sizable bulge grew noticeably larger as the friction intensified between them.

“Mmmm,” Simone moaned, her body reverberating with a wave of sharp arousal as her dark haired lover writhed wild in her lap, rubbing his hard, chiseled body shameless against hers as her golden haired paramour braced her back; his agile hands rubbing and massaging her back and shoulders as his own bulging package thrust full against her—his hard muscled chest forming a succulent cocoon that cushioned and supported her back and cradled her thighs.

Soon she lost herself in a tight, warm cocoon of muscled sensuality; her body suddenly igniting in a gaze of hard desire that could not, would not be denied.

And as usual, her men read her mind.

She took in her breath as—with a wicked smile—Chase unbuttoned her confining apron dress and peeled it from her aroused, sweat lined body, along with her bra and soaking wet undies; leaving her naked and exposed before her lovers’ loving, admiring eyes.

“Relax, my love,” Chase whispered, skin meeting skin as her breasts crushed his chest and his long, sturdy legs braced her bare, buxom waist. “I plan to make this good for you.”

With these words he angled his body backward, stretching his strong, chiseled body before her in a blatant invitation. Seizing this offer in full, she ran her hands up the surface of his smooth muscled chest—then laying a playful squeeze on the straining bulge that threatened to break through the threads of her thong. Her fingers tickled and played against his restrained organ, much like he strummed his guitar. And as she looked upward to observe the expression that graced his bronzed, chiseled face, she did indeed witness the same happiness, the same contentment that he and his brother showed when they played their beloved songs.

This move driving him over the edge, an enflamed Chase bolted upright to press his hard massive chest against hers as he gyrated full against her; claiming her lips in an intense kiss as their tongues and hands entwined between them.

With a low, hard growl he shifted his hands, tickling his fingers down her buxom sides and fondling her heaving bosom—his fingers bringing her nipples to hard, erect points beneath his nurturing touch.

As all of her dollar bills had been spent, Simone saw fit to peel his ruby red thong nice and slow down his legs; freeing the long, hard shaft that rose to tease her feminine cleft.

Soon the couple immersed themselves in the depths of a hot, tight cocoon, their arms and legs entangling between them as they continued to kiss and embrace.

As an equally impassioned Taylor continued to hover behind her, writhing and slithering his body against hers as he rained sweet baby kisses on the back of her neck, Chase locked his hips and thighs with hers as their dance became more intimate.

“I want to make love to you, our darling,” he whispered against her lips, his arms rubbing her sturdy back as his long, sturdy legs braced her buxom thighs. “Here and now.”

With this he thrust his hips hard against hers; pulling back to stare deep into her eyes as—finally and fully—their bodies joined as one.

Simone gasped as—in one flawless, synchronized motion—Chase penetrated her with his long, hard cock and Taylor reached downward to touch and caress her sensitive breasts.

Throwing her head back, the bride reveled in the loving attentions of her two prospective grooms, engaging the blonde in a passionate kiss as the brunette continued to probe and penetrate her.

Soon the smooth movement of Taylor’s long, wet tongue matched that of Chase’s reverberating member, with both advancing and retreating in a slow, succulent motion. Matching this movement, Simone took Taylor’s erect cock firm but gentle in her hand and pumped it with her agile fingertips, kneading and caressing his hard rod as he moaned deep against her lips.

“This is just a taste of the pleasure we will bring you, every night of our marriage,” Chase whispered, bowing his perfect head to lip and nip her sensitive neck.

Simone let loose with a pleasured cry as she felt Chase’s fangs graze subtly against her neck; while Taylor rubbed his fangs at the base of her spine. They never bit or hurt her, only flashed their fangs as a reminder of their animal natures. And both sets of fangs hardened and lengthened as she pleasured and accommodated both of their long, hard shafts, lovingly and in equal measure; with Taylor throwing his leonine head back and letting loose with a growl as ecstasy overcame her.

In a final demonstration of both their wild natures and their incredible love for her, the brothers clutched her in a mutual embrace as, with a final mighty thrust, Chase’s cock surged forth to touch her very core as Taylor’s own massive manhood exploded in her hand.

The trio let loose with an exalted cry as Simone’s eyes flew open; taking in the gorgeous vision of two lovers that appeared naked and transformed before her—their eyes blazing with a golden glow as their fangs and fingernails lengthened and hardened. Even their hair seemed longer and thicker than before; and both growled outright as they clutched her between them. They grunted and growled as pleasure overcame them; their hard, toned bodies shuddering outright in the heat of an intense, incredible orgasm.

A feeling she experienced herself as her body trembled and quaked in the depths of their all-encompassing arms.

Simone savored and relished this ethereal, downright surreal sight; knowing in her heart that she should show no fear of the men who—for all intents and purposes—had just ‘royally vamped out’ (as her Twilight-loving teen aged niece would say) before her very eyes. Only love.

The next morning Simone awoke with a smile; one that faded quickly as she realized that the two men beside her would not join her in greeting a bright, brilliant Florida morning.

She in fact had to ensure that darkness enshrouded their second floor master bedroom; a beautiful pastiche of Victorian splendor characterized by the centerpiece of a lush canopied bed enshrouded in reams of lavender silk—accentuated by accents that included plush ivory carpeting, tall cherry wood bureaus, gold brocade wallpaper and a low hanging chandelier that gleamed with blazing candles.

Although these candles remained lit for the duration of the days, they supplied the only light in this elegant room; a space that had to remain completely in darkness before the coming of nightfall.

Aside from living as the lover of the brothers Harrington, Simone also acted as their divine protector; ensuring that they slept peaceful from sunrise to sunset, even as she managed alone the operations of their busy, active business.

Each day she ensured that the windows in their bedroom remained enshrouded in the mystery of lavender curtains; draperies culled from a thick velvet fabric that barred the entrance of any and all light.

Simone had cringed outright when the brothers informed her of just what would happen if they ever were exposed to the rays of the sun, a vicious assailant that would char their bodies and burn them beyond all recognition—leaving them a pile of ashes at her feet.

“I swear this will never happen on my watch,” she promised them.

To this day she had kept her promise; ensuring that they slept in peace and darkness before descending a long, spiraling stairway to the first floor of their café.

Running some soothing hands through her mussed dark hair, she fixed her unruly mane back in a serviceable ponytail and reached for a nearby, appropriately ebony apron that boasted the words “The Moonlight Café” inscribed across the front.

Soon she covered her T-shirt and jeans with this neat, cotton thread garment; then set about preparing her daily round of muffins, cookies, pastries, bagels and cupcakes that would sustain her business through the morning—also brewing up the coffees, cocoas and teas that proved her top sellers.

“We all know it. A good cup of Josephine gets us all through the day,” she quipped, adding a feminine pronoun to her own special brew like the feminist she was.

As exhausted as she was from the spirited events of the evening before, she found herself yawning and straining a bit as she completed her culinary duties; her smile returning moments later, as she saw a line of people forming outside the building.

Opening her door with a spirited cry of “Good morning, Moonlighters!”, she greeted each customer with a sincere beam and a wholehearted handshake; simple gestures that showed her regulars that she truly did appreciate their business.

Except for one.

Simone’s eyes flew wide as she came face to face with a short, chubby man with an evident bald spot and a perpetual scowl; one she immediately identified as Aaron Calvin, her ex-boyfriend and her former co-owner at Cool Beans Café.

“Good morning, Simone,” Aaron greeted his ex-girlfriend with an evident frown that seemed particularly deep and pronounced—even for him. “God it’s good to see you. I’ve missed you more than words can say.”

Simone frowned.

“Aaron, you just said something nice to me. This is a phenomenon that seldom occurred during the entire duration of our relationship,” she observed, adding as she arched her eyebrows upward, “Are you sure you’re all right? Do I perhaps need to send for medical assistance?”

Aaron chuckled.

“I sure you have missed your sense of humor, babe,” he told her, his tone warm and loving. “Is there any way that we can sit down for a few moments and talk?”

Simone looked at him for a long moment, and then nodded.

“As you well know, Aaron, I have a lot of coffee and treats to serve this morning,” she reminded him, adding as she made a vague gesture toward a nearby table, “If you’d like to wait around until after my morning rush, then I guess we could talk a bit.”

Soon Simone found herself sitting at a corner table opposite her ex-boyfriend; pinning him with an inquisitive stare as she asked, “So Aaron, what’s up?”

Aaron shook his head.

“Nothing good, Simone,” he released on a sigh, adding as he made a broad gesture in her direction, “I might as well be honest with you, babe. When you left Cool Beans, more than half of our clientele left with you. I just can’t cook or brew coffee with your level of expertise; in addition, the musicians that we employ at the café just don’t draw the same crowds as the Michael Bolton Twins.”

Simone smiled slightly at the mention of Aaron’s favorite nickname for Chase and Taylor; basically the men that she had left them for, escaping as she did to a new, affirmative and far better life.

“I just can’t believe that scumbag Harry Stanley—the one that I should have defended you from when he insulted you in the store,” he scoffed, adding as he inclined his head in Simone’s direction, “If it makes you feel better, babe, I’ve since banned him from the store.”

Simone had heard enough.

“I’m not your babe anymore, Aaron, so please show some respect,” she told him, adding as she folded her arms before her, “Furthermore, you should not be blaming that insignificant turd Harry Stanley for the destruction of our relationship. You should be blaming yourself; maybe pausing in the process to think about all the times that you put down and insulted my weight, my appearance, my cooking skills, and just about anything else you saw fit to attack. This, ultimately, is what drove me into the arms of Chase and Taylor—two men who do everything they can every day to show their love and respect for me.”

Aaron sighed.

“They’re lucky guys, to be sure,” he admitted, adding with eyebrows arched, “I must say, though, that I’ve heard some very strange rumors about them—that they’re, well, different from other men, and in a variety of ways.”

“Thank God,” Simone said with a grin and a very pointed stare.

Aaron chuckled.

“Well you certainly do seem very fond of them,” he admitted. “And from what I hear, they’re going to become your husbands this Friday, right here at the café,” he told her, adding in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m still so sorry I drove you away from me, Simone. And while I know I can’t do anything to bring you back to me, I’d still like to pay my respects by attending your wedding—and, for that matter, bringing along a very special gift for you and your bridegrooms.”

Simone thought a moment, and then sighed.

“Well it is a public wedding,” she told him, adding with a shrug, “I guess without the possession of a viable restraining order, I can’t do much to keep you away.”

Aaron grinned in spite of himself as he considered these firm, harshly spoken words.

“Well that’s a glowing invitation if I ever heard it,” he quipped, adding as he clutched her hands across the table, “I’ll be there, Simone.”

Shrugging off Aaron’s visit with a noncommittal shrug, Simone immersed herself in a schedule of work that carried her successfully throughout the week; and when Friday evening finally arrived, her boorish ex-boyfriend was the last man on her mind.