Twice Taken: An MFM Romance

by Chloe Lane

“Damn right they do,” I tell her. “The Baker’s Ridge Daily. But a girl like you—” A lump rises to my throat that takes me completely off-guard. What the fuck is wrong with me? I clear my throat, pretend it’s nothing. “A girl like you could really go places. You don’t want to spend your life here. Once we’ve got your car fixed up, you’ll be free to go just about anywhere, even if you just start with that college in Mason.”

  Grace drops her gaze to the plate in front of her. “I should at least check it out.” Then she lifts her head, a fiery determination back in her eyes. “Once I’ve settled into work, and all that. I’ve got to build up my savings. I left—I left most of it deposited in my account at the local bank in Springfield, so in the meantime…”

  “In the meantime, let’s have a nice dinner,” Hunter interjects, his classic grin back on his face. “We’re here to celebrate. Congrats on the new job, Grace.”

  16

  Grace

  We stay at the restaurant too long, and by the time we get back to the shop, I’m exhausted. I want them again—more of these two men, taking turns at making me come. God, even the thought of it makes me blush. I can’t believe I’ve only been here a single day, but in a way, it all makes perfect sense. I spent three long years with Dale wishing it could be better, more passionate, more exciting. Then when it got exciting, it was for all the worst reasons. I just never thought I’d be able to do this with my freedom.

  I can’t hide the yawn from escaping me as we climb the stairs to the apartment. “Straight to bed,” Jett says in that familiar gruff tone. It’s been one day, and I already know that I’ll miss that side of him when I leave.

  When I leave...

  A lump rises to my throat when I think about leaving, even though we just decided that it would be best for me to stay a while. “Straight to bed?” I force the words past that strange ache, but another yawn overtakes me. “But what about—”

  “You heard the man,” Hunter says with a grin, flipping the deadbolt on the door. “We can’t have you tired for your first day on the job.”

  “That’s right.” I stretch my arms over my head. I have a job to get to in the morning. Life is fitting together, even if the pieces aren’t at all what I expected them to be. “My new job! But—”

  “No buts,” Jett admonishes, crossing his arms over his chest. Then his face softens, and he steps toward me and wraps his hand around the back of my head, kissing my forehead so gently I almost can’t believe it’s the same person. “There’s no getting around the fact that we want you, too, but not at the expense of—”

  “My beauty sleep?” I give him a wide grin.

  “Exactly.” Hunter kicks his shoes off on the mat and covers a yawn of his own with his hand. “Sleep tight.”

  “No way,” I protest. “I took over your bed last night. I’ll take the couch.”

  Hunter shoots me a look. “You think I’m going to let a lady sleep out here in the living room?”

  “Look, I’m one of you now,” I say, cocking one hip to the side and crossing my arms over my chest. “Would you let any of your other employees sleep up here?”

  “No!” They both shout the word in unison, and I burst out laughing.

  “That didn’t come out right.”

  “First off, we don’t have any other employees,” Jett says, his laugh a low rumble. “And if we did—”

  “We sure as hell wouldn’t invite them to stay at our place.” Hunter’s laugh is louder, freer, but both of them together, laughing at this stupid thing I’ve said, feels like lying in the sun on the beach after a long, hard winter. I finally manage to stifle the giggles, only to have a huge yawn bubble up from my chest.

  “Okay. I’ll go to bed. But only if you let me take the couch.”

  Jett rolls his green eyes. “Not happening. Take my room tonight. It’s only fair.”

  The food is settling in my stomach, and I can already feel my eyelids drooping. “Right. That’s fair.”

  In the bathroom, I find a new toothbrush waiting by the sink and smile at the sight of it, nestled in the holder between Hunter’s and Jett’s. I don’t know when they found the time to run out and get this, but it’s a sweet “welcome home.”

  Jett’s bed is a different landscape entirely than Hunter’s. His scent is sharper somehow, just like his personality, but it envelops me just the same, calming me into my second night of deep sleep.

  Then the dream comes.

  I’m standing behind the counter at the shop, handing the keys back to an old lady, when the door swings open. But instead of Hunter’s wide open grin or Jett’s stern expression, I look up to see the last person I ever expected walking through the door.

  Dale.

  Dale with his permanent scowl, Dale with his lanky body that somehow packs too much strength for me to even hope to overwhelm, Dale with eyes like gray chunks of concrete.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” he spits at me, and the old lady’s eyes get big.

  “I’m working,” I shoot back.

  “You’re not working here.”

  “I am working here.” The anger flares in my chest, and I cross my arms, taking a wide stance. “I’m done with you, Dale.”

  His face twists into something ugly, something terrifying, and my gut goes cold. “You’re coming with me.” Then he lunges at me, moving way too fast around the counter, and his hand locks around my wrist, a vise I can’t escape.

  “I’m not!” I scream, but he’s yanking me toward the door, and all my strength isn’t enough to get free. “Hunter! Jett!”

  The cry tears from my throat at the same instant I surface from the dream and shove myself upright in the bed, gasping for breath, tears in my eyes. Then the door whips open and Jett and Hunter tumble into the room, fighting over each other to get to me first. I can’t get any words out—I’m still concentrating on catching my breath—but they rush to sit down on either side of me. It’s a sweet relief to lay my head down on Hunter’s shoulder.

  “Are you all right?” He strokes a hand down my back. “You screamed—shit, my heart is still pounding.”

  “I’ll—I’ll be okay.” Jett runs a hand down the side of my face. “I’ll probably be okay.”

  I shift, cuddling closer into Hunter, and as I do my hand brushes against the front of his boxers.

  He’s rock hard.

  I lift my gaze to his eyes. They’re burning with need. I swallow hard as the heat sparks between my legs. I’m instantly wet, soaked.

  “I’ll be okay,” I say again, and then he’s leaning toward me, devouring me with his kiss.

  17

  Hunter

  Grace’s hand brushes against the fabric of my boxers, but when she feels the steel rod that’s making a tent pole there, she wraps her small hand around the length of it in a firm grip. “I’ll be okay,” she says, and that’s all it takes. That’s all it takes for me to drown in the blue of her eyes.

  It’s too soon, too fast to fuck her, even if my body has been screaming for me to do just that since the moment I saw her walking down the sidewalk. I crush my lips against hers and she opens willingly for me, letting my tongue inside to explore. The little whimper that escapes her turns the embers in my gut to an inferno. I have to have her. Now.

  Jett is already here, and when I pull back I can see from the look on his face that he’s reached the same conclusion. Grace is dressed in nothing but panties and a little tank top, and the first thing I do is reach down and stroke her pussy through those panties. They’re already wet, and she lets out a moan at my touch.

  “Turn over.” The words are a growl that I can’t control, can’t soften, but it doesn’t seem to matter to Grace. She does what I say, Jett readjusting himself so that he’s sitting up against the headboard. “Give Jett what he wants.”

  Jett pulls himself out of his boxers, and I feel Grace gasp. It still must be shocking, the size of us, even though this is hardly the first time she’s seen him. Then she’s going to work, her ass wriggli
ng deliciously in front of me.

  I strip her panties down to her knees and tug them off, taking a big breath in of her scent. She’s all sex and soap and need, and it shouldn’t be possible, but I get even harder.

  “Are you ready to take all of this in?” She darts her eyes back at me, her mouth full of Jett’s cock, and those pretty blues go wide at the sight of me. I’d imagine it’s not quite the same when it’s about to be inside you, but Grace nods, her words stifled by the massive erection filling her mouth. She eagerly spreads her legs wide, arching her back so that her ass reaches higher in the air, and I grab onto her hips with both hands.

  First I have to taste her.

  I lean down, licking long strokes over her pussy, and that’s all it takes to have her trembling, struggling to stay spread, her frantic moans coming from around Jett’s length. Jett curls his fingers through her hair to hold her in place. Her hips still dance and roll. I take my position behind her and come up for air, my hands still spreading her open. God, she is perfect. Absolutely perfect.

  The desire sizzles through me. I need to make her mine. I need to make her ours. And I need to claim her, right now.

  I line the head of my cock up with her slit and she wriggles back, taking the first few millimeters inside of her, her pussy opening around it, and her moans turn lower, deeper. When they reach a fever pitch that sounds more like begging, I give in, thrusting every inch of me into her at once, one powerful movement that has her springing up from Jett’s cock to cry out.

  “Oh, you’re huge,” she cries, even as her hips jerk backward, trying to force more of me inside of her. “I’m so—I’m so—”

  “Full?”

  “Yes…”

  I draw myself out and then thrust back in, and Grace bends her lips back to Jett’s cock, sucking harder. I know just how hard, because her muscles are working overtime, massaging my cock in the same rhythm that her head is bobbing up and down on his dick. I slip my hand around her waist, searching for her clit, and the moment I start to rub it in small circles with the pads of two of my fingers, Grace goes wild.

  She’s bucking back against me like a woman possessed, and I fucking love it. I want to make her feel this good every single day of my life, until there are no more days left. This should just be a fun fuck, something for Jett and I to do together before we move on, but with every thrust of my hips, every slide inside her slick channel, she becomes more and more ours. How could I ever live without this, without her, again?

  Grace is so tight, the pleasure so intense, that I can’t hold on much longer. I just can’t. She’s practically milking the come out of me already, and my cock hardens further as the heat overwhelms me. I tighten my grip on her hips and take her to the hilt, the head of my cock banging against some impassable point inside of her, and I come so hard that every single one of my muscles is tensed, shaking, totally out of my control. Spurt after spurt of my desire streams into her, and her muffled cries tell me that she’s loving this, too.

  I pull out and suck in a big breath, trying to stave off the blackness around my vision—it’s that overwhelming—and as soon as I do, Jett is pulling her up into his lap, spreading her legs and impaling her on his cock, which has to be throbbing painfully from her attentions already.

  Fuck.

  I don’t feel any jealousy at all when she throws her head back, moaning again as she’s stretched out by Jett. I don’t know how it can feel this right to share her, but somehow it does.

  I move forward on the bed and pull her tank top over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts to the cool night air. Her nipples are hard, and I tweak one of them, then the other, making her shiver and shake while Jett continues holding her tight, her hips working him with every movement.

  I still have work to do, and damn, do I love it.

  18

  Grace

  Every nerve is on fire, every muscle in my body is warm and trembling and shaking and dancing, and my chest is filled with the kind of heat and passion I never thought I’d experience. Not ever. Not even once.

  I ride Jett’s cock like he’s a stallion, his hands supporting my hips so that I can grind up and down on him, and I’ve never felt so dirty and so perfectly good in all of my life. Despite the fact that Hunter was just buried inside of me, just claiming me, while I swirled my tongue around every inch of Jett’s huge, thick shaft and sucked him until he was right on the edge, Jett’s girth is still somehow stretching me, making me feel even more full and more complete.

  Almost.

  Then Hunter’s hands wrap around me from behind, toying with my nipples, and another crashing wave of pleasure sweeps over me like a tidal wave. How long have I been moaning their names, one after the other? I don’t know. I’m lost in the kind of ecstatic lust that I thought only happened in books and movies. These two men—these tall, handsome, gorgeous, sculpted men—have trained all of their focus on me, and just the thought of it makes me come—hard—on Jett’s cock. I never would have dreamed that it could be this good.

  For Hunter, one more orgasm just isn’t enough. “Come on, gorgeous girl,” he growls into my ear. “You can give me more than that.”

  Then one of his hands is playing with my nipples, while the other reaches down for my clit, and I’m so overcome by the electric sensations jolting through my body that I have to lean my head back on Hunter’s shoulders as I move up and down, up and down, over Jett’s cock. He’s buried inside me, and I feel every pulse, every twitch of him, pounding into me again and again.

  One swirl of Hunter’s fingers, and I explode.

  The orgasm is so powerful that it consumes me completely. All I can do is ride the wave, because it keeps hitting me again and again, so much pleasure that it almost turns painful. It almost turns into pain, but not quite, and I need it, I need it...

  “Please,” I gasp in the middle of my cries. “Please, oh, please…”

  “What do you want, gorgeous?” Hunter’s voice is a low growl in my ear, and I toss my head back against him again.

  “It’s too—it’s too much—”

  He laughs, the sound curling between my legs. “Too much—or not enough?”

  “Not—” I get the word out, and he pushes me forward into Jett’s arms.

  Jett threads his muscled arms around me, exposing my ass to Hunter and the cooler air of the bedroom at the same time. Jett is still thrusting in and out of my channel, pounding in so deep, that I’m even more overwhelmed when he slips his hands down to my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. It must be Hunter’s hands, then, that slip down the length of my back as I rock my hips backward and forward.

  Hunter dips one finger between my legs, soaking up some of the combined juices there as Jett moves with me, and then that finger—that thick finger—is gliding between the two globes of my bottom. I tense, and Jett’s lips are instantly by my ear. “You’re going to like this, gorgeous. Relax. Relax...”

  At his command, I’m helpless to do anything but obey him, and my muscles relax. Hunter increases the pressure against my hole and buries one finger inside, up to the first knuckle—but it feels like much more than that as it spreads me open.

  “Oh…” The moan is hardly a protest. It feels strange and dirty, having a man touch me there, even Hunter…but at the same time, a thrill courses down my spine. This is the “more” I was looking for, even if I didn’t know it, and what better way to get there than being held securely in Jett’s arms, his hands spreading me wide open for Hunter?

  “Take it in,” Hunter commands. “Open up for me.”

  It’s easier said than done, but I suck in a deep breath and let it out, relaxing into Jett’s grip. How can I love this? How can I love the fact that his strength is so overwhelming that I know I couldn’t get away, even I wanted to? Not that I want to.

  Hunter’s finger travels deeper into my ass, opening me, claiming the one hole I never even considered giving up to a man. “That’s it,” he says, the praise in his voice making me gush over Jett�
�s cock. “Good girl.”

  He fucks me with that one finger, timing it with Jett, and I feel another orgasm building, another wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me, and then Hunter pulls it out, replacing it with two.

  The new thickness feels almost impossible to absorb, but I concentrate hard on opening up for him. I want to be his. I want to be Jett’s. I want both of them inside me at once, and when the thought hits me, it’s like a bolt of lightning in my chest.

  “Oh, I want it, I want both of you.”

  “Both of us?” Jett’s voice is scorching.

  “Inside me.”

  “We are inside you.” Hunter follows it up with another thrust inside my tight bottom.

  “Not like—not like—”

  But it’s too late. I never get the words out, because instead, with Hunter’s fingers posting inside me and Jett’s cock buried as deep as it can go, I come again, my hips rocketing against Jett’s, a cry of pleasure tearing from my lips. Jett follows right after me, slamming into me as his hands move back to my hips, holding me in place, holding me still, holding me like I’m his.

  I can’t catch my breath afterward, and Jett rolls me to the side, my head back on his pillow, as my heart finally begins to slow. The smile on my face is huge and satisfied, but I still want—I still want them—

  I fall asleep with a smile on my face before I can finish my sentence.

  19

  Jett

  There’s no way this should work out. It’s just not the kind of situation that plays out well in actual life, outside of people’s fantasies.

  But somehow it does.

  Grace takes her place behind the counter at the shop the next morning, wearing a demure button-down shirt that drives me absolutely wild, along with a pair of khaki shorts—who has khaki shorts?—and charms the shit out of everyone who comes in the door without even undoing the top button of her shirt. None of the men can get enough of her, though a few pointed glares from yours truly put an end to the egregious flirts who pretended not to understand how credit cards work, and she has a way of chatting with the women who stop in that makes them all want to be friends with her. I don’t know why the hell nobody wanted to take her on downtown—probably those assholes were just set in their ways—but I’m damn glad they didn’t, because she brings a certain level of class to Main Street Auto Repair that even Hunter’s flirtatious ways couldn’t give us before.