A 2 STEP GAME: An Older Man Younger Woman Pregnancy Menage Romance (The Happily Ever After Series (Book 1))
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“I know what this was doing to you. I know what both of you were going through.” Sadie admitted as he looked down at the floor. She stepped forward. “I know this isn’t what people do. I know that the three of us is a crazy idea, but I’m in love with both of you. I can’t live without you.”
“What?” Brent asked in a hoarse voice from behind her. Sadie spun around to look in his eyes. “I told you that we can’t do this any longer, not that way.”
“I can’t choose. I love you.” Sadie stepped forward and kissed him as she clutched his face tightly between her hands. “I need you.” Brent responded to her kiss as his tongue slipped between her lips and she moaned. Sadie forced herself to pull away before she turned and walked over to Jacob. He looked doubtful as she approached him and Sadie traced a hand over the smooth fabric of his white shirt to feel his muscles underneath. “I love you, Jacob. I love the way that you’re looking at me right now and I need you.” She leaned up to kiss him and breathed deeply as his lips molded against hers.
Sadie stepped back and looked at the floor before she raised her gaze to look at both of the men. She reached into her small purse and pulled out her phone to find the music app on the screen before she pressed play. Sadie tossed both on the sofa softly before she pressed her back to the wall and ran her hands over her body with her eyes closed.
The pole dancing classes that Vivian bought them as a goof were going to pay off and Sadie cracked her eyes open to see them staring at her from their same places on the floor. She slid forward on her black stilettos and swayed her hips before she traced Jacob’s face with her fingers and down his body to find him hard for her. Sadie gripped his cock through his pants before she moved over to Brent and pressed her body against his back as she slid a hand through his hair and over his neck.
Sadie took that moment to untie the string that held the wrap on and let it slide open before she stepped out and let it drop to the floor. Everything that she wore underneath was sheer and the thong left little to the imagination. Sadie cupped her breasts through the lace and hardened her nipples with small tugs as each man took a step forward.
She really wanted a pole as she spun around and opened the clasp at the front of her bra before she let it slide down her shoulders. Sadie turned around and tossed it their way before Brent tugged off his tie and pulled it tight in his hands. She felt her nipples between her hands again and moaned as they cried out for the attention of the two men that were watching her. Sadie dropped to the floor carefully and spread her legs as she stared up at them before sliding her hand over her pussy. Sadie stroked herself to the slow beat of the song and slid two fingers inside as she pushed herself back to the couch across the cool, smooth hardwood. Once she felt the leather against her skin, Sadie leaned back and started fucking herself with slow deep strokes as she heard heavy breathing in the air.
This was so needy, but she felt good with them watching what she’d done since walking away from them. Sadie wept as she brought herself closer to an orgasm, heady from the feeling of their presence and the way that they were watching her as she gazed at them with hooded eyes. “I do this every night thinking of you both. I want to be in your bed every day and feel you inside of my pussy, my mouth…my ass.” That was something that they hadn’t done yet, and she watched Jacob slip off his tie before they both stepped forward.
Sadie was lifted onto the couch and pressed back as Brent tied her hands and pulled them above her head. Jacob took her feet and tied one to the bottom of the sofa before he buried his face in her hot core and feasted on her hungrily. “You’re not fucking moving for a while,” Jacob said against her before he dove back in and his voice vibrated against her throbbing clit.
Something firm got clipped onto her nipples, and Sadie looked down to see the clips used for thick stacks of paper pressing her together as she cried out. The pain was intense, but it urged her orgasm forward as she arched her back and offered more of herself to Jacob. Brent covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard and long as she closed her eyes and memorized the feel of the men that she loved against her.
Sadie cried out as she exploded against Jacob and Brent sucked her tongue into his mouth as he reached a hand down to tease her clit as Jacob drove his tongue into her. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” Sadie whispered in the seconds that her lips were free of the kiss. “I love you, both of you.”
“I love you, Sadie,” Brent whispered against her lips as he stroked her clit harder and drove her into another full release.
“I never stopped thinking about you,” Jacob breathed as he dropped his pants and rolled on a condom before he drove himself inside of her. Brent watched, not moving his fingers as his best friend fucked the woman that they both loved without envy or anger. Sadie leaned her head back and moaned as Jacob took her harder before he released her foot and dropped onto his back. Jacob tugged Sadie over him, and she found him with her center as she slid over him and rode him with her hands pressed against his rippled abdomen.
Brent slipped a hand between her ass cheeks and found the tight entrance as he prodded with his finger. “Oh God. I need you, Brent.” She vaguely heard him dropping something to the floor. He walked somewhere and came back before he parted her and slipped his cock over her rim and moved inside inch by inch. Brent ripped off the clips and cupped and squeezed her as he filled her with his cock and she leaned back against him.
Sadie rocked onto Jacob as Brent moved into her in a rough rhythm and she knew that she was going to break apart with the sweet pressure of both of them filling her. Sadie whimpered softly as her body tensed and let go before Jacob shot deep inside of her and stared into her eyes. Brent gripped her hips and thrust once, twice before she felt his hot come filling her ass as she cried out his name.
“You know that I can’t live without this, don’t you?” Sadie asked them as she leaned forward against Jacob and stared into his eyes.
“I feel the same way,” Jacob replied as he untied her hands and pulled her down for a kiss.
“I want to give this a try. I choose us over all of the other fears that I have.” Sadie said to both of them as Brent pulled out of her and leaned forward to kiss her back.
“Yes. I missed both of you, and I can’t live like that,” Brent added as she smiled and found Jacob’s full lips with her mouth.
They ordered lunch in and ate on the couch as the three got to know each other again without all of the strain that had been between them before. Sadie cuddled against both men before they made love again with Brent taking her from behind and Jacob in her mouth. They told her that they loved her.
Sadie left the office with a smile on her face and her body aching from their afternoon. She didn’t look at anybody and went home to get ready for dinner with her men, feeling complete and full inside.
Their relationship wasn’t normal, but it made them happy. Three people could love one another and risk it all for their happiness, and that was what she was going to do.
She was going to live her life for herself.
HOT! FORBIDDEN! TABOO! MENAGE ROMANCE 10
TRIPLE TEMPTATIONS
Alisha Reyes had only three things on her wish list for her twenty-first birthday: 1) a car, 2) tequilas at the Blue Diamond, and 3) a real, honest-to-God, orgasm. She already knew that the car was out of the question, and that her friends would be taking her for tequilas, but the matter of achieving the Big O was neither impossible nor possible. It should have been possible—she’d been dating Calvin Harris for six months, now, but they still hadn’t gotten busy. For some reason, she liked the way he kissed and she didn’t mind his eyes falling on her naked body, but his touch repulsed her—there was something about the way his fingers moved on her body that made her skin crawl and made her want to join a convent.
The buzzer to her apartment went off. She got off the couch, where she’d been napping, to let the person in without seeing who it was. It was one of those things that she wasn’t supposed to do—it was why she’d gotten an apartment
where you could only enter by being buzzed in, after all—but it was four in the afternoon on her twenty-first birthday. There were only so many people it could be, and as she heard heels clacking against the linoleum on the stairs she knew it was Stella. Stunning Stella, Stupendously Gorgeous Stella—whatever, the girl had never looked anything less than gorgeous, with her long, lithe limbs and her body always bikini-ready. It always mystified Alisha, how a girl could be so slender and yet have such a perfect ass.
Stella had been modeling since she was six—her skin and hair were tawny and the perfect blend of white, black, Hispanic, Arab, and Greek features made up her face: the little snub button-nose, the wide gold-and-green-rimmed eyes, and thick luscious lips with high cheekbones. It was easy to see why everybody wanted to fuck her, but Stella had always demurred when they went out together, telling the guy who was hitting on her to see if Alisha wouldn’t be more willing.
Alisha couldn’t understand why Stella did that. Stella may have been the pretty one but Alisha was the one who always seemed to have a boyfriend—ever since she was sixteen she’d never gone longer than two weeks without a man in her life. So it wasn’t as if she was free to date whatever guy Stella dumped into her lap, even if he was cute and hot and had biceps bigger than her thighs. And anyway, a dancer’s life wasn’t exactly conducive to being in a relationship. The only reason she and Calvin had lasted as long as they had was because they were both in the same dance company, though they danced different styles so they mostly did different shows. But the dedication to the physicality of their art demanded a lot from them, and until they’d gotten together the longest relationship Alisha had been in was two months—and that was with the man who would later become her stepbrother.
“There’s my girl,” Stella called, as her head appeared above the floor. The rest of her quickly followed: she was wearing a sheath dress, with leaves on top of nude panels that had been dyed to match her skin so that it looked as if she were in graver danger of exposing a nipple than she actually was. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks,” Alisha said. “Let me get changed,” she said.
“What are you wearing?” asked Stella, as she came in. “I hope it’s something hot.”
“I can’t decide,” Alisha said, beckoning Stella into her bedroom. “This one—” a slinky, strapless number, covered in iridescent green sequins “—or this one,” a gauzy, shapeless dress that was just translucent enough to suggest that there might not be anything underneath; Alisha had paired it with underwear that matched her skin tone—a rich, dark brown—to complete the effect, though with her skin tone it was impossible to tell if she was wearing anything underneath it anyway.
“Go with the white one,” said Stella, without hesitating. Alisha grinned—she’d favored the white one, too, but she hadn’t been sure she could pull it off. “Nothing underneath it, though.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. Fuck, girl, you’re twenty—one. If you can’t live a little why we taking you out?”
“All right, fine,” Alisha said. She shooed Stella out and slid out of her clothes Alisha took a moment to stare at her naked body in the mirror. Curves—she had breasts and hips and muscles on her thighs and calves—stared back at her. For a moment she questioned Stella’s judgment in picking out the diaphanous dress, but when she put it on she was glad she listened. In the dress she looked airy—delicate, even. What costumers never understood about her when they came up with her costumes was how to enhance her curves without making her seem overly huge and busty and heavier than she actually was. Hard enough being the only black female dancer in the New Haven Dance Company—that the costumes never looked right on her added insult to injury. It was a relatively long dress—and though it was breezy it also draped nicely so unless there was a stiff breeze nobody would see. She could make this work, and as she stepped out Stella nodded her approval, saying, “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“I feel like I’m going to flash someone,” said Alisha.
“You probably will,” said Stella. “The key is to control it.”
“What’s that mean?”
“You look lovely,” Stella said, handing her a pair of sandals. They were little more than two pieces of leather with a mess of silver cords holding them in place, running up her leg.
“Christ, I do this enough at my job,” Alisha grumbled, as she laced the shoes up to her knees the same way she tied her ballet shoes.
“Yeah, but you don’t look this hot,” said Stella. “I have seen you dance—you are beautiful, but you ain’t sexy up there on that stage.”
“That’s the point,” Alisha said. But Stella only winked and started heading out. “Makita will meet us at the bar,” Stella said, while they headed down the stairs.
Thank God. Makita was the sensible one: she’d majored in accounting and worked in something finance-related. The stories about women who grew up and moved out to the ‘burbs—that was Makita, who’d Succeeded. Stella could get into some pretty wild shit—with Makita along at least the damage would be contained. “Isn’t she pregnant?” Alisha asked.
“Yeah, but they make mocktails these days,” said Stella.
The Blue Diamond was one of the fancier nightclubs in New Haven. Alisha had never been inside it—she couldn’t afford the cover, never mind the cost of drinks, but Stella had somehow gotten her hands on a VIP pass and she’d promised Alisha that she could get them in without any problem. On this night, as with most nights, there was a line a mile long, and Stella waltzed right up to the bouncer, with Alisha in tow, and flashed a gold card at him. “Right,” the bouncer said, stepping aside and undoing the velvet rope. “But not your friend.”
“Oh, but it’s her birthday,” Stella pouted.
“Sorry, I don’t make the rules—”
“But if she’s not in there with me, how can we do this?” asked Stella, right before planting a kiss on Alisha’s lips. Alisha, surprised as she was by the kiss, was even more surprised to find that she liked the feeling of Stella’s tongue against her lips, and the grasping, gasping little tugs of Stella’s mouth against hers. A ring of shouts and hoots went up around them, but all Alisha could feel was the delicate play of Stella’s tongue on hers, and feel Stella’s hand warm on her breast, her fingers teasing the nipple so that it tented the fabric of her dress. Stella’s hand slid Alisha’s dress higher and higher up her side, and the coldness of the air against her pussy pulled Alisha back into what was happening. A shock of mortification went through her, but much to her surprise when Stella broke away all Alisha could think was More.
The bouncer was visibly flustered, and then Stella guided Alisha’s hand to her own breast, moaning, “You don’t want the party to get boring now, do you?”
Finally, the bouncer shooed them both in. Stella blew him a kiss as they stepped past the ropes. “I’ve got to get one of those cards,” said Alisha, trying not to show how rattled she was by the kiss that Stella had planted on her.
The inside of the club was dark, black lights and neon lights flashing all over the place. It was too early for the dancing to start, but there was already a sizeable crowd around the edge of the dance space. Club music was pumping through the sound system, a steady thoomp thoomp that stirred the dancer in her, and she could feel her body began to sway to the beat.
“Sure, babe,” said Stella, waving. There was Makita, at a booth, a glass in front of her. She didn’t look the least bit pregnant, and as they exchanged kisses and hugs Alisha wondered what was the polite thing to say about her figure.
“Hey Makita, tell the birthday girl what she has to do to earn one of these VIP passes.”
Makita laughed. “All you have to do is eat out the owner’s pussy in a way that makes her come.”
“Quit it,” Alisha said, feeling a blush start over her body. She didn’t like to be reminded that she was the youngest of the three—and she especially didn’t want them to find out that she’d been with Calvin for six months and she was still a
virgin. Stella would probably go down on her right then and there.
“It’s true,” Stella said. “She’s very particular. If you think you have the skills—”
“So what’s the deal with the tequila?” Alisha asked, a little too loudly. Happily, Makita began telling her about the ritual—shot, salt, lime. It’s a good thing I’m a dancer, Alisha thought. She wondered how people who were drunk managed. “People who are drunk don’t order tequila,” Makita said, guessing her thoughts.
Stella merely winked. The waitress came around and when she found out that it was Alisha’s birthday she brought out a shot glass of something blue and purple, and set it on fire. “Happy birthday,” said the waitress, winking at Alisha.
“Ooh, she wants to tap that,” Stella said, as Alisha watched the flames die out. “Drink up!”
Alisha took a deep breath and tossed back the concoction—surprisingly and pleasantly sour—in one gulp, trying not to sputter when the alcohol stung her throat and eyes. Stella laughed and clapped her on the back. “Now that’s how you celebrate turning twenty-one!” she cried, tears streaming down her face, she was laughing so hard.
Alisha could feel the booze working its way through her, the first tendrils already winding their way through her mind, loosening her thoughts and spreading a smile across her face. “So, you still with Calvin?” asked Makita, as they waited for their tequilas to arrive.
“Yeah,” she said.
“You like him?”