Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  While I reserve the right to be upset that Jasper intruded upon my time with Aurora, I can’t deny how fucking hot it is to see her enjoying both of us at the same time. Rather than dwell on the competition we’ve developed over the years, I embrace it.

  I fuck Aurora harder in her pussy, and Jasper, once eased into her fully, picks up the pace and matches mine.

  I grab her hips, and push her body against our cocks as we thrust inside of her over and over. We listen to her moans growing louder and more intense with each pump.

  The sheer force of what we’re doing is enough to consume her.

  Finn climbs onto the couch from behind and sits on the back of it, his cock ready and waiting for her as well. He pulls her head in his direction, and the second she sees his cock, she throws her mouth onto it and sucks Finn as Jasper and I plow her ass and her cunt.

  The three of us stare at ourselves and each other, realizing we’re all fucking Aurora together and bringing her a different level of pleasure than she could ever get with another man.

  We silently agree that this is something we’ve wanted for a long time. While we don’t say it out loud, we all feel that Aurora can be the force that brings us together as a family again.

  As we return our full focus to Aurora, we hear her screaming and whimpering, and I can feel her tight little cunt tensing hard around my cock.

  “Come for us, Aurora!” I say through clenched teeth.

  I barely finish my sentence before she orgasms hard, cascading cum all over my cock, and it flows back against Jasper’s body as well. She throws her head back and shudders as the jolts of pleasure flow through her body.

  As she comes down from her intense climax, my own cock pulses hard in her pussy. With a few more pumps into her, my cockhead spurts my load into her cunt.

  I come, and I come, and I come. Seemingly never ending degrees of my essence explode out of me, and I am left breathless.

  Fuck.

  It fills her so much that it flows out almost as quickly as it goes in.

  Jasper grunts and growls before coming hard while fucking her ass, shooting his load inside of her. Finn’s cock explodes in her mouth almost at the exact same time.

  Watching her swallow his cum like it’s a fucking milkshake is so goddamn hot. After we all finish dripping our cum into this sweet, formerly innocent woman, we pull our cocks out of her and sit up.

  Staring at one another, we know there’s something special going on here. She’s the first girl we’ve all been able to fuck at the same time without us hating each other. As we sit quietly, recovering, Aurora breaks the silence, standing and excusing herself to the restroom.

  I take a swig of someone’s champagne sitting next to me. It’s no scotch, but it’ll do for now.

  “You know. You both do,” I say. “We can’t continue this after tonight.”

  “Fuck, Declan. But there’s something about her. I just can’t let that go,” Jasper snarls, pointing and staring across the length of the golden-walled suite.

  “Yeah, I know,” starts Finn. “I want her. Don’t do this right now.”

  “We all know what’s going to happen. We’ll all obsess over her, force her to choose, and then she’ll become torn and decide against all of us! It’s honestly better for everyone to stay the hell away,” I explain.

  The two of them look at me with sullen eyes. As we hear Aurora walking back from the restroom, we smile and prepare ourselves to give her the remainder of the night she’ll never forget with the Grayson brothers.

  Chapter 15

  Finn

  My body’s pumping with electricity. Radioactive is how I feel. If you connected me to a power station, I swear I could power the entire city for a week.

  A more lyrical kind of person might sit down and write a fucking sonnet or some other shit chicks go for...but not me.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this charged. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before in my life.

  Holy fucking shit.

  The woman’s amazing. She’s better than amazing—she’s unbelievable. As I think back to what we’ve just had, I can’t help but wonder if she’s even real.

  Maybe she’s been transported here from another galaxy, and tomorrow she’ll be gone again. It sounds crazy, but I just can’t believe the long-lasting imprint this woman—this sex goddess—has left on me. Her delicate body disappearing into the black leather of the limo after we fucked for hours is still with me.

  Or she could be a witch. There are people out there in the world who believe in witches.

  Trouble is, Aurora has blue eyes. Witches have green eyes. So unless she’s a witch in disguise, my witch theory is out the window.

  Unable to sit, I pace the length of my office, up and down. I walk back and forth like a caged tiger. The four walls are tight, making me feel claustrophobic—funny, it’s not something I’ve noticed before.

  My thoughts are tumbling over each other, and I feel like I need…more. Aurora was like a tonic, and I can’t get enough.

  Intoxicating. Invigorating. Sexy. Sensual.

  I could go on and on to describe her like this, but what the fuck I really want is her in flesh and blood.

  In my mind, I can see her curvaceous body, her milky white skin, her perfect tits and delicious pink nipples protruding proudly, begging to be played with.

  Sighing, I eventually stop in front of my liquor cabinet and pull out a heavy crystal glass. A few ice cubes and the best scotch that money can buy will make my desire simmer down, hopefully. I go back to sitting in my leather chair behind my desk.

  My fingers play with my phone. If only I’d thought to take a photo or two, I’d have something to look at. As it is, I need to rely on my memory.

  Her soft, long blonde hair cascading over her body is etched into my mind. Pity those blue eyes of hers have such a sad expression. Even when she smiles, sadness haunts her.

  What has made such a beauty so sad?

  Whatever it is, I wish could make it better. Perhaps I’ll call her and take her out.

  I can woo her, lay the world at her feet. I want to spoil her rotten, shower her with expensive gifts and lavish her with praise.

  The thing about being a Grayson brother is that I have the means and the influence to fulfill this woman’s every dream.

  But can I make contact with her? My brothers and I made that damn agreement about staying away from her.

  What was I thinking? My brother always end up getting in my way, sure, but I’ll be damned if I lose Aurora over that.

  Before I know what’s happening, my index finger presses speed dial. In less than two rings, I have Declan and Jasper on the phone.

  “Couldn’t sleep?” Jasper teases.

  “Ha, ha.” I reply and push my chair back so I can rest my feet on my desk.

  With my left hand, I swirl my glass and watch the amber liquid float up to the rim of the glass and down again.

  I’m not sure why I called them. If we had one of those close brotherly relationships like many people do, we might actually talk about what happened.

  “Feeling okay?” Declan asks, and for once, he sounds like he expects an answer.

  “Fucking fantastic,” I reply and take a sip of my Scotch. “You?”

  “Unbelievable,” agrees Declan.

  “You two don’t get out much.”

  Instead of getting annoyed at the dig, I smile.

  “Fuck you, Jasper. I know you fucking loved it. That grin on your face, I haven’t seen it that big since you were five years old and mom gave you a double serving of your favorite ice cream.”

  “Four. I was four years old,” he corrects.

  “Whatever. You can’t tell me that wasn’t one of your best fucks in a long time—if not ever.”

  “Okay. You got me. It was pretty damn good, wasn’t it?”

  For a few minutes, or maybe only seconds, we’re silent. I can hear them breathing.

  Why are we talking on the phon
e? We all live in the same city. Why didn’t we debrief properly, in person, over a drink?

  I sigh. It sucks to have a dysfunctional but successful family.

  “What’re we going to do?” Declan, ever the deep thinker, asks.

  “Go after her,” Jasper jumps in before I can say anything.

  “We can’t.” Again, Declan speaks before I get the chance.

  My mind’s working overtime. Was he sure we can’t go after her? Why can’t we go after her?

  But I know the answer already: it’s because of what happens when the three of us decide to go for the same fucking woman.

  “Did you see how sad she looked when we left?” I decide to steer them away from the question at hand.

  “Wonder what the backstory is?” Declan asks.

  “I don’t know,” I reply. “It must be something big. I mean, why did she offer herself to be auctioned up like that? She’s too beautiful to sell her body and those eyes—there’s so much…pain there,” I say, wondering about her.

  Only deep loss leaves scars like that. Who did she lose?

  No doubt a loved one. Was it a husband, a lover, a family member…?

  I’m burning with curiosity. Another reason to get in touch with her. I will find out her story and try to help.

  “You know—” I muse, but Jasper cuts me off before I can begin, as if the bastard can read my mind.

  “Forget it. We already said this is it. One night. No more.”

  Sounds so brutal, so final.

  I still can’t understand why we decided not to pursue her. Family honor be damned. I’d rather lose my brothers than lose her.

  “What if we forget the rules?” Declan says.

  “No,” Jasper says, firm. “Declan, Finn, repeat after me. We agree not to pursue Aurora.”

  His demand is unreasonable. I try and think of a counterargument.

  “I suppose we should remember what happened the last time we all tried to go after the same woman,” Declan says.

  “Jasper nearly killed me, and you didn’t speak to me for about a year,” I remind them as I empty my glass.

  With one deft movement, I take my legs off the desk and go to pour myself another drink. This is definitely a two-scotch phone call.

  “You make it sound so melodramatic,” Jasper complains.

  “He’s saying it like it is,” Declan says. “We don’t do well going after the same woman.”

  “Okay, okay,” I tell them. “Let’s agree we won’t go after Aurora, even though she’s the hottest thing in town and we all thought she was a fucking fantastic fuck.”

  “Hear, hear,” echo my brothers.

  It feels strange to end a phone call with them without an argument. The temperature may have been turned up a little, but overall, it was what anyone would call civil.

  Of course, I don’t like the upshot of it. No one tells me who I can and cannot pursue.

  Neither Jasper nor Declan can tell me who can I take on a fucking date.

  One thing’s for sure: I need to see Aurora again...and I will. I need to sit next to her, hear her story, and feel those delicious red lips on mine again. If I don’t, I think I might actually die.

  Now I’m trying to come up with a plan. How am I going to go about this?

  Secrecy is the key here. I can’t have my brothers finding out what I’m up to. I mean, I just agreed not to pursue Aurora, and yet I’m about to do the total fucking opposite.

  I’d hate to see their reaction if they found out. Chances are they won’t. Jasper goes through women like nothing I’ve ever seen, and Declan is so far up in himself, he only comes down every other month to fuck some glamour pussy.

  No, with any luck, they’ll have forgotten about my Aurora in a day or so.

  So how the fuck do I get in touch with her?

  I decide to call someone from the auction. It’s the best way to go. Money goes a long way to make people talk. With the right amount of cash, I’ll have Aurora’s contact details faster than my brothers can count to ten.

  Bingo.

  It takes one quick call and a hundred bucks. Easy.

  But now that I have her number, I hesitate.

  It’s unlike me to pause for even a second, especially when it comes to women. But I just took her virginity, bought her for $3 billion. I don’t want to scare or overwhelm her—I want her eating out of the palm of my hand, which means I have to play things right.

  I decide to send her a naughty text. It’s me, baby. Finn. Say you’ll meet me at the opera...you know I can do things to you, unimaginable things.

  She replies back immediately. Okay. When?

  Two days’ time, I say. Wear an opera dress, and look for my limo. I can’t wait to see you.

  And that’s it. She’s mine.

  And with this knowledge comes a rush of excitement. My cock gets rock hard as I think about her naked body and the way she feels when I’m inside her.

  Now I just have to wait.

  Chapter 16

  Aurora

  I shield my eyes from the sun.

  My body’s sore, and my mind’s swirling in a million different directions.

  I’m fucking exhausted in the back of the limousine the Graysons called for me. I’m lying across the long row of seats lining the left of the vehicle, staring up into the mirror, and fighting sleep.

  I know myself, and if I sleep here, I’m down for the count. I decide to sit up, and as I peer out of the tinted window, I see that we’re just a couple of minutes away.

  I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I still tingle with the sensation of their cocks fucking me hard and their hands and mouths all over me. It sends a shiver down my spine and forces goosebumps to the surface of my skin just thinking about it.

  The craziest part is that I don’t even connect all of what happened as the result of me auctioning off my virginity. Not a moment of it felt like it was monetarily motivated.

  And because of that, I can’t say I’m remotely regretful or upset about how everything went down. In fact…if I could do this all over again, I’d do it all exactly the same way.

  The car stops in front of my address, and the driver walks around the side of the limo to let me out. He extends an arm into the back, taking my hand and guiding me out and onto the pavement.

  “Thank you so much,” I say to him. “I hope you have a lovely day.”

  “And same to you, miss. It’s been my pleasure,” he replies, closing the door and returning to the driver’s seat and pulling away.

  I sigh and make my way to the door.

  I fish through my purse for my house key. I know it’s in here somewhere. I fumble past loose change and three tubes of chapstick before finally pulling out my small ring of keys.

  “Aha!” I say out loud to myself.

  God. I haven’t been this animated in ages. From all the stress of Mom and Dad’s business and Anders’s antics, it’s been hard to remember how to care for myself and decompress.

  For once, I’m relieved for Anders to not be home when I walk through the door. Even while the auction went well and put money into our pockets, just knowing he didn’t give me a choice leaves me just slightly unsure of my feelings about his hand in it.

  And I couldn’t imagine what I’d even say if he asked how my night went. It’s just not something I want to talk about with him.

  I sigh and slide the key into the lock and turn it to unlock the door. I turn the door handle and step through the doorway to see Anders lying in the middle of the entryway floor.

  My heart drops instantly, and tears rush to the surface of my eyes and involuntarily start flowing down my cheeks. Countless thoughts run through my head as I grab my phone and dial our doctor’s personal phone, Mr. Pembroke.

  How long has he been like this? What time might he have passed out? What the fuck did he even take?

  It sickens me that this is such a regular occurrence with Anders that I don’t bother with calling an ambulance anymore. It’s always some st
upid fucking cocktail of scripts, and Dr. Pembroke is always able to do a flush on him at home, discreetly.

  I sit on the floor, Anders’s head resting in my lap. I stroke his hair and just study his quiet face until Dr. Pembroke arrives.

  We go through our usual screening process.

  “Any needles?” he asks.

  “Nope.”

  “Injection sites?”

  “No.”

  “Opiate bottles anywhere?”

  Shit. I forgot to check. I stand and walk over to the kitchen table and see a prescription for Michael Suddeth.

  “Oxycodone,” I announce from the other room.

  “Oh, good. I’m well-equipped then,” he explains.

  I take a deep breath, followed by a sigh of relief. I always have this lingering fear that Dr. Pembroke can’t fix him. But his words and his tone have my nerves at ease.

  Now that Anders is getting attended to, I shake my head and shift my focus to what I wanted to do when I got home. Settling the business accounts.

  His treatment usually takes about an hour, and I might as well be productive. If anything happens, I’m literally a room away from Anders and Dr. Pembroke.

  Besides, I need to take a step back from him and the situation. I trust my brother’s and my own life with Dr. Pembroke, and I know he’ll do right by us.

  I pop open my laptop and sign on to our various past due accounts and do some bank transfers from my now fat personal checking account, getting us in good standing and current. I take a gigantic sigh of relief as I grab the top of my laptop and close it.

  Just after, Dr. Pembroke peeks his head into the kitchen.

  “He needs help, Aurora,” he says to me, trying to deliver the reality of it all in a gentle but serious way.

  “I know that, Doc. He knows it, too. But I can’t force him to go if he doesn’t want the help. He’ll just check himself out again,” I explain.

  “Well, promise me you’ll have the conversation with him again. I’ve treated your family’s ailments for years, and he’s worse off than ever. I don’t want him to break my heart, too, you know. I love you both dearly,” he pleads.