“I’m sorry Ma’am, there’s no way we can tell without doing a thorough evaluation first,” she replied, not even looking up. “But we have a load of forms for you to sign, here you go,” she said, pushing a giant stack of papers towards Katie. “You’re next of kin right? Be sure to sign everywhere there’s a yellow X,” the woman said before turning back to her computer, fingers fluttering away at light speed.
And Katie almost collapsed then, eyes wide as she took in the mountain of yellow paper.
“I can’t,” she said in a small voice. “I can’t, not now.”
Despite the fact that we were angry with her, despite the fact that she was angry with us and there were so many unresolved questions in the air, our girl’s distress was real, and I pulled her into my arms.
“Things are gonna be okay,” my voice soothed, a low growl. “Things are gonna be okay baby.”
Mason came to stand by us, that dark form looming. So what if we were two guys with a crying girl in our arms? Emergency rooms the world over have seen this very sight.
“Don’t worry baby,” he rumbled. “It’ll all work out. Let’s step outside and get some sun, it’s fucking depressing in here.”
Slowly, with a sobbing Katie in our arms, we made our way outside, finding a bench next to a fountain. Despite Newark being a shithole of a city, this hospital was pretty nice, the water tinkling musically as flowers bloomed around us.
“Calm, little girl,” I said again, holding her in my lap. “Things are gonna be okay.”
“It’s not that bad,” added Mason. “Seriously, it’s not that bad.”
But that made Katie jerk her head up from my shoulder, looking between us.
“What do you mean, it’s not that bad?” she asked. “What’s not bad? The situation? My aunt? Me? You? Everything’s awful,” she cried, swiping at her cheeks furiously, trying to erase the stain of tears. But it was no good. She was so beautiful despite it all, the wild curls, the curvy, heaving body, even crying, our girl was gorgeous.
“It’s not that bad,” I repeated again soothingly. “It’s gonna be fine.”
And this time, she swung to look at me with blazing eyes.
“I don’t know why you keep saying that because things couldn’t get any worse,” she spat. “Things really couldn’t get any worse.”
I begged to differ. With that curvy ass bouncing up and down in my lap, the world seemed pretty good. But I nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“What is it baby girl? Spit it all out. Tell us why you left us.”
And Katie shook her head, frustrated.
“Isn’t it obvious?” she said, gesturing wildly with her hands. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Mason cut in then.
“Frankly no,” he rumbled, blue eyes bright. “It’s not often we have a girl take off in the middle of sex, leaving me and him high and dry. So no, it’s not, an explanation would be great.”
Katie stared at us both, those big brown eyes wide with disbelief.
“Okay, where do I start?” she said slowly. “First, the fact that this is all fake. This is a fake engagement so that Mason can fulfill the terms of his grandfather’s will and get a load of money. None of this is real,” she said as she stared.
“Second,” she continued. “We’ve been doing the physical, going at each other non-stop. We shouldn’t be, because there’s no real need! And seeing that I’m bigger than most,” she said, gesturing to those lush curves, “people think there’s a baby anyways. So why the hell have we been tasting each other?” she asked plaintively. “Why?”
I was just about to interrupt, but the brunette shot me a hard look.
“And third,” she continued, “You and Mason are in love,” she continued. “You guys are head over heels in love with one another, you’ve known each other for years, built an empire together. So unfortunately, I’m a third wheel,” she said slowly, her eyes filling with tears once more. “I’m the odd man out in this trio that’s not even supposed to exist. I’m the extra, the leftovers,” she said woodenly. “So what the hell are we doing here?” she cried again abruptly, looking between me and Mason. “Why are you here? Why are you trying to help my aunt? I have to get away!” she cried out, scrambling off my lap.
But my arms were like a vise around that sweet body.
“Naw baby girl, not yet,” I ground out. “It’s not time to go yet.”
“Hold still,” chimed Mason, eyes blazing bright. “Because we have some words too.”
“What?” gasped Katie, still struggling furiously in my arms. “There’s nothing that could make this damned situation better, everything is so messed up!”
I pulled her closer even as Mason reached out to stroke those brown curls.
“Trust me, it gets better,” I hushed, loving the lush tits, the wiggle of her butt in my lap. Shit, even at this crucial juncture, I was so turned on by her body, so fucking aroused by everything that was Katie. “Shhh.”
And the brunette collapsed in sobs again. But this time we were ready. Because as her hand gripped my shoulder, Mason leaned forwards and pushed the engagement on her finger once more. She’d left it at the house, the diamonds taunting us. But no more.
“Will you, baby girl?” he rumbled, kissing her hand once he was done. “Will you, for real this time?”
Katie jerked to look at us, eyes bright, face flushed.
“Will I what?” she asked tightly. “Oh!” her mouth opened a little when she saw the ring, the two diamonds so bright and big on her finger. “I can’t,” her lip trembled, burying her face in my shoulder. “Don’t do this, I can’t right now.”
That’s when I stepped in.
“Naw baby girl, you can, you mean everything to us. And Mason’s asking you now. Will you, honey? Will you marry him and me? Him in the courts, and me in private, a bride to two men?”
Katie looked between us, stunned and shocked.
“What do you mean, get married?” she asked hoarsely. “Please don’t play with me, please don’t joke. I just told you all my insecurities, please don’t make me feel worse,” she begged.
But this time, we were for real. Because what else could explain our trip to Newark? The PI that we’d set on her trail? The scene with her aunt, a rifle brandished in our faces? We were head over heels in love with our fake fiancée, the brunette was the answer to our dreams, and Mason and I had moved heaven and earth to find her. Making it real was absolutely the answer to the dilemma. Marrying Katie, possessing her, marking her as ours for the world to know, no fakes, no pretend, nothing but the genuine thing was the way to go.
The problem was that our girl didn’t believe it. After everything that had happened, she wasn’t on board immediately, and I respected her for that. Katie’s a smart one and nothing’s solved so easily, with a snap of the fingers. So the brunette took a deep breath before replying, that bountiful chest heaving.
“So you want to marry me,” she said in a low voice, her voice slightly trembly. “But how would that work? And why? I don’t get it.”
Mason growled deep in his chest.
“What is there to get?” he rasped. “We want you, you want us, it’s as simple as that.”
But Katie wouldn’t be satisfied with an answer like that, so I went in for a try as well.
“What he’s saying, baby girl, is that we love you, and keeping you with us is the best solution to this problem,” I rumbled.
Katie’s brows shot up at that.
“Am I a problem?” she asked, her voice stronger. “I’m a problem in your lives?”
Shit, that hadn’t come out right. Oh shit, shit.
“Naw, not that, honey, that’s not what I meant,” I growled, cursing myself. What happened to words of honey and a slick tongue? Usually I was so good with women, and yet now I was tripping over myself like a fucking clown. But this was possibly the most important moment of my life, so I went in for another attempt.
“What I meant baby,” I continued, “Is that this fak
e engagement thing was just a path to the real deal. Sure, we needed to get engaged to release the money in the trust, but you know what? There’s no sense in faking anymore. Let’s really get married.”
Katie’s big brown eyes looked at me a bit before turning to Mason.
“But why?” she asked softly yet insistently. “What’s made you change your mind? I mean, why would you want to be tied to someone like me?” she asked. “You were getting it for free anyways,” she said softly, “so why wouldn’t you keep it that way?”
But this time it was Mason who interrupted.
“Honey,” he rasped. “I’m not great with words. But shit, Derek and I have been with dozens of women, hundreds. We’ve fucked females non-stop since college, there’s rarely a night when his bed or mine isn’t empty. But you know what? We were fucking empty inside, like dead men. And that’s no way to live life. We want you, and with you, everything’s different.”
Katie still wasn’t persuaded.
“But what is it about me that’s so special?” she asked again. “I don’t get it.”
This was hard, and yet so easy to answer. I took a deep breath, about to reveal my all.
“Because baby, you’re open-minded, you’re flexible, and you’re able to accept us as us, that’s why,” I said. “We’re bisexual alpha males. How many women would really dig that? How many women would go with it, engaging in play night after night, worshipping us both, allowing two men to taste one another? It’s not as common as you think.”
Katie shook her head slowly.
“Okay, but there are women who’d accept you guys,” she said slowly. “Especially with all the money you have.”
That made me snort.
“The last thing this is about is money,” I ground out. “And that’s why we love you honey. Because it’s never been about money for you. You’re not getting money for any of this, for being a fake fiancée, for pretending to have a baby. And you know what? You’ve never asked for it either.”
“So what you’re saying,” Katie repeated slowly, “Is that because I’ve never asked to be paid, you want me?” she said. “That because I’m not about the material things in life, you want me?”
I shook my head frustrated.
“That and about a million other reasons,” I ground out. “You’re the one for us baby girl. You’re sweet, funny, sassy, and able to entertain two men. You’ve gone along with this crazy fake engagement from the get-go because you knew we needed help. Mason and I were in a jam, and you came to the rescue.”
“I could have called the police,” said Katie softly. “I could have called the FBI or even Family Services, there were lots of options.”
“But you didn’t,” interjected Mason roughly. “You didn’t. You stayed and helped us, and for that, we love you. We love the fact that you’re generous and giving, able to tolerate our shit. And honey? You’re the only woman who’s ever been able to handle us. All the others,” he shook his head, “They were the fakes. They were the pretenders, not you.”
Katie bit her lip a bit, that pink pout so delicious. I hoped against hope that she’d accept it, that she’d come with us because the truth was that we couldn’t bear to lose her. Our brunette was so gorgeous, luscious and appetizing, a perfect foil for our personalities. While Mace and I were assholes, the female was inherently decent. While we were commanding and domineering, she was generous and kind, helping out two alphas when she didn’t have to.
Because Katie could have left. The stuff with the chains, the handcuffs, the threats of a beating, they were never going to hold up. We’d kidnapped a girl out of desperation, siccing everything we had on the cause.
But Katie saw through it all. She saw two men who’d been desperate to keep our company afloat, she’d seen two men who’d go to any lengths to protect their enterprise, even following the terms of a crazy will. And she’d helped. The brunette could have turned her back, could have gone running off to the police, screaming her head off, could have saved herself. But instead, she’d taken pity on us, understanding our motivations even better than we did ourselves, and for that, we loved her. She was our id, ego, and super-ego all rolled into one, our conscience when we had none.
So the ring on her finger was right. It signified our commitment, the two diamonds representing what we hoped for the future. Because Mason was dark, I was light, and Katie was the band that held us together. It was a circle of trust, a circle of understanding, of tolerance, and yes, there’d be more problems in the future, no relationship is perfect.
But for now, we were okay. We were better than okay. We were together once again, and this time, it was different. This time, there was no pretense of force or blackmail. This time, we loved her, and the little girl had to say yes.
So I pressed once more, desperate, my voice raspy.
“Will you, Katie?” I rumbled, taking a small hand in mine. Immediately, Mason took her other hand, forming a triangle, the three of us locked in love.
“Will you baby girl?” my male lover ground out, looking deep into her eyes.
The pause was unbearable, silence ringing in my ears. My heart started pounding like a drum, uncertainty coursing through my veins as a cold sweat broke on my brow. But then a sweet smile curved those lips, those big eyes limpid and sweet, and she murmured.
“Yes, Mason. Yes, Derek. Yes, let’s see where this relationship goes.”
My lover and I descended on her immediately, pressing deep, needy kisses onto her mouth, our hunger unable to be contained. But inside, my soul sang with joy, with release and freedom. Because finally, we were out in the open. We were going to make this thing legit, put a stamp of approval on it. Fake engagement or not, Katie was ours to keep.
So yeah, we’re a threesome. A dirty one for sure, two guys and a girl loving each other, sampling one another’s bodies, springing from unbelievable circumstances and forged in fire. But we’re also three people who adore one another, who’ve walked the hard road, all the way from pretend fiancée to a gun pointed at our faces. And you know what? It’s only made our bond stronger. It’s only made us more determined, more devoted, more responsive to one another’s needs and wants. There’s still stuff to work out, sure, like the role of Auntie Mae and that blasted will. But where there’s a will, there’s a way, and with this girl in our arms, success is guaranteed.
EPILOGUE
Katie
So that’s how I went from shy, insecure art student to married lady. It’s crazy because I wasn’t even sure of the logistics at first, turning questioning eyes to them.
“So I’m going to marry Mason, but actually the three of us will be together?” I asked, breathless. At the moment, Mace was perched on top of Derek, legs spread as I guided Derek’s dick into his butt. That hole was tiny, barely able to fit but I’ve done it a hundred times now. Gripping Derek’s cock tighter in my small hand, I pointed it at Mason’s asshole, slowly nudging the head into the crevice.
“Unnnh,” ground out the dark man. “That’s right baby girl, that’s right, right there.”
I giggled.
“That’s right what?” I asked. “I’m marrying you, or this thing is going in the right way?”
The dark man’s eyes were squeezed shut, face screwed up as that huge dick made its way inside. But Derek, expression strained as he penetrated his partner, was able to answer.
“Come and sit on my face,” he panted, big body heaving. “And I’ll show you what a bride does with her groom.”
I cooed again, curves bouncing as I scrambled upwards. And sure enough, spreading my knees over the blond giant’s face, he gave me the ride of my life.
“Unnh!” I squealed as that tongue licked my folds, sampling my insides. “Oh god!”
But what made it even better this time was that we were in love. There was no more pretend, no more illusions, no more crazy scenarios. We’re three people in love, and the physical was a thousand times better, more intense, deeper, still nasty but always with an underton
e of caring.
So yeah, I’m going downtown tomorrow to shop for a wedding dress. Auntie Mae’s coming with me, and we’d laughed about the farce on the phone.
“You able to handle those men?” she’d cackled. “After I strained my back like that, you better be getting married,” she warned.
“Oh Auntie Mae,” I giggled. “You didn’t strain your back at all. You didn’t strain anything, it was all an act.” Because of course, the medical report from the hospital indicated that my relative was healthy as a horse, elderly or no. And I could almost hear her smile over the phone.
“I strained my brain, that’s all,” she said. “I strained my brain, helping you get together with those two guys.”
That made me pause.
“But how did you know?” I asked quietly. “Why did you think I was better off with them?” I’d told her about Mason and Derek, the kidnapping, the will and the fake engagement. So why was that okay? What had made Mae decide that these two alphas should be in my life?
My aunt just snorted.
“Honey, it wasn’t them. Or it was them, but it was also you. When you talked about them, your face lit up, like you’d just been dunked with happiness. Even though you were technically on the lam, still, only a girl in love looks like that.”
I frowned.
“But the kidnapping didn’t make you hesitate? I mean, it’s crazy right? Who does that?”
My aunt didn’t even hesitate.
“Baby girl, I’d like to be kidnapped by two alphas, it sounds about right to me. I’d like to be ravished, seduced, bound and gagged, served up on a plate, mmm-mmm. But it’s not just that,” she amended. “It’s the way those two men came to find you as soon as you left, determined to have you back. It’s the way they wouldn’t take no for an answer, they didn’t care that it was a shitty neighborhood in Newark, they didn’t care if I threatened them with a gun. You’re theirs baby girl, one hundred percent, and they came to claim what they’d lost.”
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