ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  Harry sighed.

  “I’m sorry, Callie,” he said finally, reaching across the table to grace his stepdaughter’s hands with a warm, assuring pat. “You are indeed a special young lady, and I am both pleased and proud to claim you as part of my family.” He paused here, adding with an awkward shrug, “I guess I just wasn’t quite so prepared for you to take such a take such a BIG role in my family, if you get my meaning.”

  Callie nodded.

  “It’s all right, Harry, I completely understand,” she offered with a smile. “And just so you know, I myself am going to be very busy when we come home from Vegas. I’m even about to kick off a little club tour that will take me throughout the state. Then come fall, it’s back to school to finish up my music education degree—and, of course, to report to my own top executive job as a server/barista at the Grounds Level Coffee House, which serves the very best lattes on campus.” She paused here, adding as she lifted her chin high in the air, “I want to make my own way in life, Harry, and hopefully make my own fortune by singin’ my songs and strummin’ my guitar. Or, you know, at least enough cash to make my rent from month to month, in a studio apartment, with a roommate. Heck, if it just doesn’t work out at all I can still be a music teacher. What I’m not interested in being, though, is a rich dude’s girlfriend.”

  Hamilton gaped.

  “So now ya tell me,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes heavenward as he took a hearty swig of the fruity, crystalline drink that had just been poured for him by a passing server.

  Callie chuckled.

  “Hate to break it to you, Hamilton. I have absolutely no desire to be a rich dude’s girlfriend,” she repeated, adding as she reached across the table to grasp his hand in hers. “I would far prefer to be the girlfriend of an intelligent, funny, loving dude who also happens to be insanely hawt. Someone, I dunno, like you. I love you, Hamilton.”

  She jumped as her mother met these words with a loud, resounding sob.

  “She sure is something,” she said to pretty much anyone who would listen. “Isn’t she?”

  Hamilton nodded.

  “Indeed,” he whispered, reaching forward to kiss the lips of the woman he loved so dearly, “The very best. I love you, Callie.”

  The family soon settled into a lavish dinner of mango-pineapple crab salads, Caribbean-spiced shrimp with pineapple salsa, and entrees of pan seared salmon. They washed it all down with sparkling champagne, engaging one another in a number of robust toasts before the night was through.

  Finally the family made a list of some of the tourist attractions they wanted to see before the week was through; aside from granting Callie’s incessant demands to see the Rock’n’Roll Museum at the Hard Rock Café and the Ethel M Chocolate Factory Tour and Cactus Garden, they also planned to visit the beautiful Ash Meadows Wildlife Refuge and share a group date night at an ever romantic Celine Dion show. Mother and daughter made plans to see the Bellagio Gallery of Fine Art, while father and son planned to peruse their own favorite form of fine art at the Auto Collections at the LINQ.

  “We look forward to spending a lot of time with you two while we’re in Vegas,” Harry told them, that charming smile making a welcome return as he added, “All the same, Jama and I were wondering if we could have tomorrow for ourselves, to have some couple time.”

  “Sounds like a great idea!” Hamilton and Callie announced in synch, drawing laughter from their companions.

  “What we mean to say is,” Callie said immediately, trying to keep her tone even and steady, “Although we miss you greatly, we are sure that we will find something to do in the meantime.”

  Then she let out a low, sharp shriek as Hamilton reached subtle beneath the table to lay a light squeeze on her silk-covered knee.

  “Sorry about that. That bite of salsa was just a bit too spicy,” she reported, all the while shooting Hamilton a secret smile that told him he would pay dearly for his disrespect.

  Chapter Three

  An hour later Callie and Hamilton found themselves back in the secluded confines of their luxurious hotel suite; with Hamilton vowing to show his lover the true meaning of the phrase, “room service.”

  Sweeping her up into strong muscled arms, the handsome billionaire swept her over the threshold of their own private refuge; kicking the door shut behind them as he seized her lips in a hot, passionate kiss; his warm, moist mouth massaging hers as their tongues entangled between them. Then he set her down in the plush lavender comforter that lined their deluxe four poster bed.

  “Now baby, I know full well that you’re just a bit nervous about making love with me in this particular—um—situation,” he whispered, searing her with an intense gaze that dripped with seduction. “So do allow me to relax you, like only I can.”

  Dropping to his knees before her, he took her feet in his hands and freed them from their fire red high heels; suckling her toes and rubbing her tired pads as she sighed with delight.

  Next nipping and licking his way up her long, sturdy legs, he fell forward to kiss her thighs as the strands of his thick, silky hair caressed her sensitive skin. Then he surged upward to capture the border of her soft cotton panties and drag them down her legs; leaving them in a cloudy heap beside them as he next set about driving her wild.

  Leaning inward between her parted thighs, he licked open her feminine folds and secured his warm, moist lips around her throbbing clit; kissing and suckling her as she cried out with pleasure.

  Moving his sculpted head from side to side, Hamilton willfully intensified the friction of his succulent mouth across her tender nub, his hands reaching forward to rub and knead her buxom hips and full thighs. On and on he graced her with the ultimate intimate kiss, nipping and licking her throbbing clit as shards of hot erotic ecstasy coursed upward to tease and excite every part of her body.

  Throwing her head back, an impassioned Callie bit her lip hard and thrust her hips outward as her lover devoured her whole, the gentle scrape of his perfect teeth joining his lips and tongue to drive her over the edge.

  She screamed outright as her being was seized in the depths of an intense, incredible orgasm; one that sent reams of pure pleasure searing and enticing every fiber of her being.

  Opening her arms to him, Callie took in her breath as Hamilton swept up on the bed and took her full and tight in his arms; holding her closer than close as their lips collided in a passionate kiss. Their mouths smacked together as a ravenous Callie unbuttoned his sleek black velvet jacket and peeled it off his muscular shoulders; next peeling off the slick ivory shirt that lie beneath.

  She smiled as her lover’s beautiful body finally was revealed to her; leaning forward to kiss and lick his sculpted pecs and suckle his washboard abs as he unzipped and peeled away her exquisite silken dress.

  Soon the couple rolled naked in one another’s arms, her buxom breasts crushing his hard massive chest as their hips and thighs locked between them.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” Hamilton growled, bowing his head reverent to her heaving breasts as he kissed and suckled her nipples.

  Wrapping her arms tight around his broad muscled shoulders, she lost herself in his all-encompassing embrace as his own bulging arms encircled her waist.

  “I want you inside of me,” she gasped out; running adoring fingers through his sleek black hair as his lips brought her nipples to hard, erect points beneath his attentive lips. “Now.”

  Eager to heed this impassioned command, Hamilton descended full and wild onto the bed with Callie in his arms; their ecstasy now overseen by a star patterned canopy that likened the Vegas night.

  Their sweat lined bodies pressed together as he kissed and caressed her; his gentle hands coddling and caressing her breasts, her thighs, her gently rounded tummy as she writhed shameless in his arms. Then he seized her lips in another intense kiss; his mouth coaxing and massaging hers as she braced her strong legs around his hard, trim waist; spreading her full, fleshy thighs to invite her lover inward.

  The
two erupted in a chorus of heated moans as—in a smooth, delicious flourish, Hamilton thrust his hard, trim hips against hers and penetrated her soaking wet pussy; his long, hard shaft sliding into her as his long, wet tongue matched its succulent rhythm. Both advanced and retreating in a maddening rhythm that threatened to drive her over the edge; setting fire to every inch of her fevered body as she slithered beneath him in the softness of lavender covers. Their arms and legs entangled tight as he reached upward to caress the strands of her fire red hair; kissing her with the upmost gentleness even as his chiseled hips rocked hard against hers.

  His gaze flew open to ensnare hers as his long, reverberating cock plunged forth to kiss her core; pulsating within her as their hands and gazes locked sure and fast between them.

  “I love you,” they said together, their aroused bodies clinging together as—with a final smooth flourish—his slithering cock exploded within her; sending them both across the bounds of an incredible mutual orgasm.

  Their bodies merged in a binding embrace as they kissed one another senseless; their beings singing with sublime pleasure as the sparkling stars of their divine canopy seem to christen their love.

  “Now answer me one thing, babe,” Callie whispered, resting her head on his broad muscled chest. “Just why was I reluctant to make love to you before dinner? And why in the heck did we even go to dinner, anyway? Oh, and one final question. Can we do it again? Like, sometime within the next five minutes maybe?”

  Hamilton guffawed outright.

  “Please, my lady, one question at a time,” he answered, holding his hands up in mock defensiveness before him. “Personally I think it’s good that we waited; absence, after all, makes the heart grow hotter. I also believe that it’s a mighty good idea that we did indeed go to dinner, as we needed some primo energy fuel, in the sublime form of nutrients and proteins.” He paused here, staring deep into her eyes as he added, “And while I would love nothing more than to make love to you again, my precious, I do have to make some plans for tomorrow. And then I suggest you join me in getting a good night’s rest, as I have a full very day planned for us.”

  Callie nodded.

  “One question though,” she pressed, resting her chin atop his fine muscled pecs, “Will there be any room at all on this royally busy schedule for even more delicious lovemaking? Several extended hours, at least?”

  She trembled as Hamilton seized her up in two strong arms, claiming her lips in a hot, hard kiss as he assured her in a heated growl, “You’d better believe it, baby.”

  An hour later an exhausted Callie lay peaceful and content in sleek satin sheets; her body spent and her senses lulled as she lingered near sleep.

  Barely penetrating her dreamy psyche was the sound of her lover’s voice, emanating from the opposite side of the bed as he spoke into his cell phone.

  Just as she drifted off to sleep, she heard the words helicopter and yacht. And now more than ever she knew she was in for a blasted good ride.

  Chapter Four

  Her predictions were realized early the next morning, as she found herself flying like a carefree sprite high through a gem blue Vegas sky; her helicopter, a sleek ivory machine that moved forth with lightning speed, seeming in a race with the sun as she and lover soared into the atmosphere.

  The man who had reserved this ride consistently thrilled her with kisses and clenches during their 10 minute ride, also consistently annoying her with a mysterious smile as he refused to tell her where they were going.

  Soon their copter hovered high above a sparkling waterway whose waters glowed in the rays of the sun; a flowing river bordered by stands of ebullient, emerald hued greenery and boasting the presence of a vessel reserved just for her.

  Looming high as a seemingly natural extension of the azure waters beneath it, the palatial yacht shone brightest ivory in the light of the morning rays; its four levels likening to a waterborne manse as they combined to present a stellar portrait of luxury at sea.

  Their friendly, silver haired pilot landed them direct on the expansive deck of the Queen Elizabeth I; a stately vessel that floated easy on the streams of what Hamilton identified as the Virgin River.

  “This magnificent little waterway actually runs more than 160 miles in length and can be found in Utah, Nevada and Arizona,” Hamilton told her, as always more than eager to show off his extensive ‘rich guy’ knowledge of any given subject. “It’s a tributary of the Colorado River.”

  Callie nodded.

  “Impressive, I must say,” she acknowledged, clutching his hand in hers. “I tell ya, when Ms. Tina Turner sang about ‘Rollin’ on the River,’ in her song “Proud Mary,” she may have been talking about this very place.”

  Hamilton nodded.

  “Yes, one indeed can do quite a bit of rolling, or sailing to put it plainer terms, on this river,” he agreed, adding as he leaned inward to whisper in her ear, “Not to mention countless hours of passionate, unbridled lovemaking. I hasten to tell you, Callie, that one does not have to act like a virgin while cruising the Virgin River.”

  Leaving her with this rather exciting tidbit of information, one that somehow managed to thrill her even more than the copter ride they’d just completed, Hamilton went to pay, tip and politely send away the helicopter pilot; one who said he would return at 5 p.m. that evening to collect the couple.

  “Just imagine how many absolutely wonderful things can be accomplished by 5 p.m.?” Hamilton asked her, meeting her once again at the center of the main deck to take her hands in his.

  For a moment the couple stood together in the midst of nature’s golden spotlight, the sun bathing them in its ebullient rays as they generated their own heat; their lips colliding in a passionate kiss as their tongues and fingers entangled between them.

  Tendrils of wind song seemed to serenade them as they continued to kiss with the greatest passion; a chorus of crying galls joining their symphony as they cleared the skyline overhead.

  For just a moment Callie lost herself in the divine tenderness of her lover’s kiss; wriggling contented in his strong embrace as their lips merged in a flawless union—their bodies moving closer together as his warm, soft mouth moved across hers in a succulent advance.

  Finally she broke their kiss; drawing back to stare at him with lust dazed eyes as she whispered, “So tell me Captain; just what specific things would you like to accomplish before the hour of five arrives?”

  She grinned as Hamilton pinned her with a contemplative look; stroking her sculpted chin in an adorable show of deep thought.

  “Well Callie, I must admit that I am getting very hungry, just standing here looking at you,” he purred, adding in a dulcet voice as he stared deep into her eyes, “So I do believe that the very first thing that I’d like to accomplish is….brunch!”

  Taking his startled companion by the hand, Hamilton lead her to an elaborate table setting situated at the corner of the boat deck; pulling out a sturdy deck chair for his lady as she gasped at the vision of an elegant feast presented for her approval.

  Covered with a ream of elegant lace and a full setting of rose print china, the table was laid with some shining porcelain serving dishes brimming with treats that included hors d’oeuvres, fresh fruits and vegetables, roasted chicken legs, and sparkling goblets filled with strawberry wine.

  The couple talked and laughed as they enjoyed their feast; clutching hands across the table as they spoon fed each other samples of their fresh prepared delicacies.

  “Isn’t it ironic, Callie, that the first meal we shared together was also a brunch?” Hamilton observed, toasting her with his goblet as he added, “And I wager that on that day, neither of us would have predicted that we would end up here, together.”

  Callie shrugged.

  “Why, you mean just because we royally and officially despised one another from the first moment?” she asked, adding with a laugh, “Of course, that’s also the way that the vast majority of Hepburn and Tracy movies start off—with them at o
dds and at each other’s throats.”

  Hamilton nodded.

  “Indeed, I love those old flicks,” he agreed, adding as he pinned her with a pensive stare, “I wonder in our case, though, if we just felt a strong, immediate attraction to one another; but because of our parents’ relationship, we may have felt—well-downright bizarre about it.”

  Callie thought a moment, and then nodded.

  Well I do believe you have a point—as it still feels pretty blasted bizarre,” she assented, adding as she graced him with an affectionate nudge, “And I mean that in the most positive and totally hawt way, of course.”

  The laughter that she expected came in the form of a long, intensive stare; one her lover supplemented by leaning forward across the table and gracing her lips with a passionate kiss.

  “Well I can easily understand why any woman would be a bit reluctant to become the lover of her,” he paused here, fumbling for the right words, “mother’s husband’s son.” He paused here, adding with a casual shrug, “Would she feel quite so strange about it, though, if that same man was her husband?”

  Callie shook her head.

  “OK babe, somehow during the course of this conversation you’ve left me behind on a branch of the family tree,” she admitted, adding as she narrowed her eyes in his direction, “In the immortal words of Gary Coleman, what you talkin’ about, Hamilton?”

  Hamilton chuckled.

  “Well, you bright, wonderful, funny lady,” he told her, “Perhaps I can clarify.”

  Falling to his knees before her, Hamilton reached deep into his pocket and withdrew a glittering diamond ring; holding it poised between them as he asked, “Callie Bradford, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  Callie gaped.

  “Well, what will Mom and Dad think?” she sputtered, shaking her head from side to side, “What will all of our friends think?”

  Hamilton laughed.

  “What does Callie Bradford think?” he countered, inclining his head in her direction as he added, “In this situation, love, yours is the only opinion that truly matters.”