Ménage Material [La Belle sans la Bete Ménages] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Akeroyd, Serena

  Devvy grinned. “Never mind. I don’t care if I am one. Keep on kissing, you two.”

  Noticing her slight tremble, Alex cocked a brow and asked, “Getting you hot and bothered, is it?”

  “Always, babe. Always.” She sat beside him on the sofa, knelt on the cushions and watched the two of them expectantly.

  Bastien laughed at her. “Do you expect us to kiss to order, chérie?”

  “Well,” she mumbled, nose crinkling. “Not to order, exactly. But now. Yes, please.”

  Before Bastien could tease her anymore, Alex connected his mouth to his. With his hand, he reached for Devvy’s leg and squeezed, touched when her fingers pried at his grip and made a bridge with his own. As Bastien’s tongue twined with his, he felt her move closer until she was inches away, and her breath was brushing his chin.

  Her lips suddenly connected with his cheek, her tongue slid down over the curve of his jaw and to his throat. His skin prickled in reaction and the tiny moan that escaped was swallowed by Bastien’s kiss.

  Suddenly, two sets of hands worked at his shirt, the buttons popping free of the holes as hungry hands sought to caress his chest. A hand slid down to his crotch and, while Devvy’s confidence had increased, the slight hesitance told him it was her burrowing into his fly. Bastien was always sure of his each and every caress.

  He pulled away to catch a breath and saw the heavy-lidded look on Bastien’s face, the one that spoke of his need. He saw the lift of Devvy’s chest, the quick breathing that told him of her excitement.

  He reached for her, pulled her to him by clasping a hand behind her neck and tugging her forward. “I want you both. I need you both,” he admitted hoarsely. “So badly, so much you’ll never know.”

  Devvy’s lips twitched. “The feeling’s mutual, Alex. It might be crazy and unusual, fucked up and weird. But it’s my kind of weird. It’s my kind of crazy.” Her gaze flickered over to Bastien and, whatever they shared with that one glance, it urged her to stand. She reached for Alex’s hand and said, “Come, there are better places for what we want to do to you.”

  He accepted the clasp of her fingers to his, and allowed her to lead him from the room, down the hall, and toward the bedroom all three of them had been sharing the last few nights.

  It might have happened in a blur. He could have passed countless members of staff. At that moment, his head was abuzz. Relief, fear, need, unease, love. They battled for supremacy. The huge hole inside him, the hole created out of the young Alex’s despair was nowhere close to being filled, but having shared it with Bastien, the black hole seemed to lose its power over him. It made him feel less empty inside.

  The bedroom door closed the instant Bastien crossed the threshold. Immediately, without a word being said, they methodically stripped. This wasn’t frenzied need, but a clinical baring. Exposing themselves to the other. Devvy, in her T-shirt that she considered baggy and showed a delectable amount of tit, and the shorts she thought were comfortable and cupped her ass to perfection, stripped off first.

  She climbed onto the bed, giving him a delicious glimpse of glistening pussy. He licked his lips, mouth salivating with the need to taste. He followed her onto the mattress as she spread her legs and began to touch herself. Her eyes were on his, no shame hidden in the depths as she strummed her clit. Cock in hand, he stroked himself in time to her movements, as he crawled over to her. Only stopping when she was between his thighs and he was looming over her.

  Her mouth opened, her eyes on his cock, but he didn’t want that. He wanted her. He needed to be inside.

  His head turned to the side, wanting to make sure Bastien was behind him, and what he saw made his heart shudder in his chest. Bastien’s cock was gleaming as he stroked himself, and the lube he’d poured over the shaft made a squelching sound with every touch.

  Alex’s ass quivered with the knowledge of what was about to happen, and his body reveled in the idea. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Devvy’s mouth. His tongue speared deep and she groaned as he fucked her mouth, sliding the flexible muscle against hers, inciting and exciting her.

  Her hands gripped his hips, her nails spearing into the sparse flesh there. They raked upward, making him shiver as his spine tingled at the touch. His cock bobbed with the need to be inside her, and with their mouths joined, he pushed her legs open, settled himself between them, and then grasped for his shaft and nudged it against her opening.

  The sweet, hot, clean depths of her called to him and he pressed himself deep, groaning with delight as her pussy swallowed him in one go.

  He thrust, slightly, getting as deep as he could go and enjoying the delicate little ripple of her inner muscles as they quivered at his intrusion. Apart from that, he didn’t move. His blood was hot, boiling with the knowledge that Bastien would soon be at his back, fucking him and helping him fuck Devvy.

  He wouldn’t have to jerk himself off as Bastien took him. Devvy’s muscles would pull and tug at him, drag him to the point of no return.

  He shuddered at the thought.

  With a few inches between them, he pressed one hand against her breast, cupping it and teasing the nipple, pinching it and then rubbing softly. He quivered against her, his lips pausing for a second as the bed shifted with Bastien’s arrival.

  Hands gripped his hips, fingers pulled his cheeks apart and probed at his ass. Wet digits touched and caressed, jerking every single nerve ending awake as he rubbed the pucker before spearing him with a finger. He cried out and into Devvy’s mouth. Her chuckle was naughty and satisfied, as his hips had rolled forward in reaction to Bastien’s touch and he’d thrust deep.

  His eyes clenched shut, his mouth unable to focus on kissing Devvy as Bastien’s fingers devastated him. He felt the little gland deep inside quiver as it was rubbed and touched, knew it wouldn’t take much stimulation for him to burst inside Devvy.

  The thought had him pressing his forehead against hers. He felt her breath as it landed against his lips and she whispered, “I love you, Alex. I need you, Bastien needs you. Stay with us, never leave us, never.”

  The words penetrated his brain, but he couldn’t respond. Feeling the hard nudge of Sebastien’s cock at the pucker of his ass, a keening cry escaped him as the shaft pressed deep, forging into welcoming tissues.

  When the thick girth filled him to bursting, his eyes once again grew moist with tears. As Bastien began to move, overloading him with a sensation that was only trebled as the jerking thrusts pushed him in and out of Devvy’s warm, welcoming pussy, Alex whispered, “Never, never, never.”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  As Tiesto’s A Beautiful World pumped from her stereo, Devvy’s butt shook and wriggled to the beat. The beauty of soundproofing. She could have it as loud as she wanted, so loud it hurt her ears, and not feel guilty about annoying anyone else.

  Not that the staff would have complained about their employer’s sudden desire to play music loud enough to wake the dead. But still, she didn’t have to be a total pain in the ass, just because she could.

  Through the window overlooking the garden, she saw Bastien on the terrace. He had a tray of coffee at his side, as well as his briefcase and a stack of papers. Some kind of weird hybrid takeover was happening at La Belle sans la Bête. It meant that Bastien was still CEO of the company, but he could work from home. He could take things slower, and as a result, he was happier.

  She thought he’d be bored. Staying at home, away from the office and the fast pace. Instead, he was thriving.

  She hadn’t realized, until he’d started going to the office only twice a week, how drawn he’d been. How taut and pale.

  As she watched, he tilted his head up to the sun and absorbed the rays. She’d always loved her view from the lab, but now it was even prettier. He had this lovely tendency of working on his papers shirtless. Sometimes dressed only in a pair of boxers.

  Yum.

  It was a shame that would change now that fall had taken hold, but Bastien was m
aking the most out of today’s surge in temperature.

  Sighing with pleasure at the glimpse of his bare chest, she strode over to the sink and just stood there for a second. Watching him work.

  He seemed so much happier now. So much more at ease.

  She knew that was because their relationship was now a fixed part of all their lives. He didn’t have to run himself ragged between the business and his two lovers. With Alex starting to move in, and still bitching about it, they were all on the brink of being under the same roof, and Devvy knew how much that put Bastien at ease.

  At heart, Bastien was a protector. An old-fashioned man who provided for his loved ones. When he couldn’t protect or provide, he felt impotent. And while she knew there was still some strain, because neither of them had told Alex they knew about his past, it was different now. Almost as though the knowledge of why Alex was the way he was, what made him tick, enabled Bastien to relax.

  She could understand that.

  Alex wasn’t an easy man, outside of the bedroom, that was. At the same time, he was loveable. Charming, amusing, honest. He could be quieter than a church mouse, and then be the noisiest when he was happy.

  His quirks were a part of his nature, and she knew Bastien had always accepted them but never really understood his lover. It had hurt him that Alex always tried to put distance between them, either by asking for time-outs or by refusing to live with him. In a way, it was that that had hurt Bastien the most, she thought.

  His traditional soul had quivered with the pain of not being trusted by a man so important to him, and while his love had been strong enough to push all that to the side, it hadn’t been enough to soothe the ache.

  Devvy could only imagine how hard it must have been for Sebastien. For twenty years, not understanding why Alex pushed him away, but enduring it because he loved him. As painful as their discovery had been, finding out why Alex was the way he was, what had happened to him to make him this way, had been illuminating.

  That sounded like a positive reaction, and when dealing with the aftermath of Alex’s childhood, positivity was hardly the case. However, just knowing the answers made it easier to accept the oddities in their lover. It made it easier to adapt to him, to mold themselves to protect him.

  That his mother wasn’t rotting away in a jail cell burned a hole in her stomach lining every time she thought about it. Bastien and she had made the decision to keep quiet about Alex’s past, preferring to let him settle, to let him come to them with the truth, if he ever decided to do that, anyway. He’d spent too large a part of his life out of control. They decided to hand him the mantle of power, even if he was unaware of it.

  The problem with secrecy was the fact she couldn’t tell him his mother had known what her partner had done to him. She’d tossed and turned before making her decision to keep quiet, preferring to leave his secrets well alone. In the future, she might regret it, but as Bastien agreed with her, she felt a little more at ease.

  Devvy would admit that she only felt comfortable hiding Antoinette’s part in her son’s abuse because of her admission she’d been the one blackmailing them. The police had found more evidence to prove this was the case in her apartment, and her role of blackmailer had ensured that Alex had cut all ties with her.

  He had paid for her legal team, and he’d done his best to ensure she’d have the lightest sentence possible. Combined with a certificate of diminished responsibility, Antoinette was currently serving a suspended sentence while she underwent psychiatric treatment.

  As horrible as it made her feel, Devvy knew and rejoiced in the fact that Antoinette’s biggest punishment was not seeing Alex.

  Only the fact that he was no longer in contact with his mother made her feel in any way happy with the situation. If he’d remained in touch with her, Devvy would have had to tell him of his mother’s awareness of his abuse.

  She couldn’t have stood for him to keep on communicating with the fucked-up bitch.

  As it was, she could rest easily. Knowing he was safe and away from the toxicity that was his mother.

  To society, it was the woman who was the weak partner. She needed the strength of a man to give her a backbone. But in their relationship, Alex was the weakest. There was no shame in that, but it was the truth. He needed them, and he didn’t exactly know why or what to do with them. They just had to be there. They had to love him, protect and care for him.

  It sounded like a selfless role undertaken for a selfish man. But Alex was anything but selfish. He gave of himself without even realizing it. He boosted and lifted their lives, because he flourished in their care.

  Being with these two men had made her realize how strong she was. She might still be shy, and hardly the most confident woman on the planet. She might not be the most beautiful or the sexiest. But she was needed. And she was loved. What else mattered?

  Suzette was the only parent at ease with their ménage. Her mother refused to speak to her, something that was a blessing in disguise, and Devvy’s father had also cast her out. Henri, Bastien’s papa, was totally perplexed, but on the whole, forgiving.

  In a way, they’d created an exile of their own making, and she’d never felt happier. Or freer.

  A smile had her lips twitching as she watched Alex hovering at the doorway that led onto the terrace.

  He hadn’t moved in. Yet.

  More and more of his stuff was appearing in one of the spare rooms. A room he’d demanded so he could have his own space, which had subsequently remained unused because he always slept with them.

  It was still a nightmare trying to get him out of the penthouse, and he was stubbornly refusing to speak to a new psychiatrist, insisting he was happy with the one he had.

  A few days ago, she’d actually jerked him off in the elevator, then told him she’d let him come in the limo waiting outside, just to get him over here.

  The power throbbing through her as she’d made that statement had made her feel like electricity. He’d let her take the lead, submitting to her care. With his broken sighs in her ears as she rubbed the head of his shaft, enticing the cum out of him, only to grab his balls and gently twist, she’d manipulated him out of the elevator.

  He’d been here four days now. Every step was like crossing the Brooklyn Bridge in one go, but it was worth it.

  She tapped the window and watched Bastien’s head jerk up. She pointed behind him, nodding her head to urge him to look behind him. Squinting at her, he turned around and, seeing Alex stood behind the French doors, jumped out of his seat.

  Devvy watched the silent movie unraveling before her. The two of them were talking, normally at first. As she watched, Alex started to glare at Bastien, then shot a glare over at her. She didn’t know if he could see her, but she grinned, just in case he could. His scowl deepened, so she reasoned he’d spotted her amusement and almost as though that was the trigger, he stalked outside.

  For a second, he looked as though he regretted the move. Then, as the peace of the garden settled on his shoulders, as the tweeting of birds and the calmness of the serene yard overcame him, she watched as he took in a huge breath and started to relax.

  She was a long way away from fucking him in her herb garden. He was far too fraught to even tease. She knew because she’d tried! His lack of a hard-on, considering he was like a jack-in-the-box for most of the time, told her of his stress even out here in the peaceful surroundings of their enclosed land.

  Time would ease this particular wound. And she’d help, too.

  Bastien had enabled Alex to get worse. He’d let him do what he pleased, when. It had been out of love, as well as helplessness, so she could understand why he’d acted the way he had. Not that she’d allow it to continue. Devvy was intent on dragging Alex out of his comfort zone, and, inadvertently, had found another aspect of her nature.

  When Alex finally took a seat, looking like he’d sat down on a bunch of hot coals and could leap off any second, she turned around, content for the moment that he was
outside with Bastien, and returned to the concoction she was brewing. Thanks to Alex, the anti-acne soap was complete and she was working on the final trial product.

  One night, while Sebastien fucked her and Alex ate her pussy, alternatively licking Bastien’s shaft and slurping up her juices, the answer had come to her.

  The teeniest, weeniest addition of olive oil.

  Okay, it was weird to come up with the solution to her dry-skin problem mid-coitus. The thought had just popped into her head, and then slowly popped out again, when Alex had sucked on her clit.

  The memory made her smile, and tingle.

  That was the beauty of being with two men, especially two men who weren’t afraid to touch one another. Nothing was taboo. Everything was an experiment, and if it created pleasure, then it was all to the good.

  Devvy had discovered a naughty streak in her nature, something that had led Alex to nickname her “Dirty Devina.” The alliteration, according to him, was too delicious to ignore.

  When he called her that, she just rolled her eyes at him.

  But inside, she soared.

  Why?

  Because of these two guys, she was dirty. She’d been liberated from a lifetime of boredom between the sheets by meeting Alex and Bastien. She’d avoided being humped away at by a scientist as geeky as herself, lights out, curtains closed, and under the covers, all the while accepting the fact she’d never experience an orgasm because there was something wrong with her. It couldn’t possibly be the guy’s fault, right?

  They’d saved her from that.

  She’d teased Alex when she’d told him that in the photo, from the magazine interview that had started all of this, she’d been pissed off at having to change so many times for the photographer. A part of her wondered if her yearning for something more, something better than what she’d always known, had burned brightly in her eyes.

  He’d interpreted it as a promise.

  She thought of it as silently pleading for someone to drag her out of herself, to help her experience a life outside of the lab. To experience love and acceptance with no repercussions.