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

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  Even as a child she’d harbored a strong infatuation for Colton Jones. And as they both breached their twenties alone and unpartnered, she’d strongly considered the possibility of morphing their friendship into a courtship; one that would merge both a pair of good hearts and two powerful families.

  “Or at least I believed his heart was good,” she mused now, cringing at the memory of his insults. “I cannot believe that I, an intelligent, well-bred woman, would be so blind to his falsity—to the truth of his spirit. How could I not see that he was such a vile cad?”

  “He fooled us all, Miss.”

  Cybele jumped as she realized her words were spoken aloud and overheard by a newcomer to the sitting room; one that she wanted to tell to hush up and go away, post haste.

  Her sentiments shifted sharp a moment later, as she identified the source of the intrusive presence; or, more accurately, the sources.

  Her smile made an unexpected return as she spotted the two men who she’d stopped to help that day by the side of the road; gentlemen now apparently bent on returning her kind favor.

  The Barrington twins came bearing brilliant, white-toothed smiles that immediately lifted her spirits; along with polished rose print china plates and gleaming crystalline goblets.

  “Good evening to you, Lady Cybele,” Barnaby greeted her, joining her brother in a deep bow before they joined her on the settee. “May we have the pleasure of dining with you this evening?”

  Cybele shrugged.

  “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable at the dinner table?” she asked, gritting her teeth as she saw the twins balance their plates uneasily on their knees as they handed her own; also juggling three wayward goblets that splashed unbidden on the floor beneath them.

  Phillip shook his head.

  “Absolutely not,” he declared, adding with a defined sniff, “We much prefer the company of an earthy, good natured lass to the stuffy society mavens we’d find at the table.”

  Cybele nodded.

  “Well thank you very much,” she told him, cheeks flushing in spite of themselves. “I feel, however, that I must decline the offer of your good company. Not to be impolite, Gentleman, but I truly need to be alone right now.”

  She jumped as Phillip met these words with a low, appealing chuckle.

  “Well my girl, that is precisely why we have come to you this evening,” he told her, tone low and intimate. “We very much would like to put you in the mood….”

  “In the mood to enjoy a fantastic evening, in the company of two gentlemen who enjoy your company and would honor the chance to know your better.” Barnaby completed, adding as he graced her with a referential wave, “And with this in mind, we have three very special activities planned for you this evening.”

  The first activity, Cybele soon learned, was the dinner that her handsome young hosts now took great pains to serve her; insisting on spoon feeding her heaping helpings of succulent roast duck, juicy mashed potatoes and delicious steamed vegetables; all washed down with a sparkling glass of luscious crystalline champagne.

  The twins, she was relieved to note, made no mention of Colton Jones or his embarrassing comments; choosing instead to heap praise upon her for rescuing them that very afternoon. They also asked her about the nature and content of the latest books that she’d reviewed and edited at Carrington Press.

  She in turn quizzed them about their recent travels as a roguish, reveling duo; soon finding herself lost in their tales of journeys to the wilds of the Caribbean and the highlands of Scotland; and, most recently, to the luminous city of Paris, France.

  “Oh, I would love to visit Paris someday!” Cybele enthused, her troubles forgotten as she set aside her dinner plate and leaned forward with both ears cocked. “Please Gents, do tell me more about the Eiffel Tower, the River Seine—tell me everything you saw when you journeyed to Paris!”

  Visibly touched by her enthusiasm, Phillip graced her with a playful nudge as he said, “We’d love to, my dear, but the time is nigh for your second treat of the evening.”

  “Indeed!” Barnaby concurred, jumping to his feet as he offered her his hand, “Now that we have completed our meal, love, we’d very much like to take you dancing.”

  Cybele froze.

  “Dancing?” she repeated, adding with a shrug, “Well I have noticed that at socials these days, folks do tend to dance in circles. This may indeed be enjoyable!”

  CHAPTER THREE

  “So is this what the folks call circle dancing these days?”

  As Lady Cybele Carrington flowed across the ballroom dance floor of Magnolia Resort, she recognized at once the elegant interior of this expansive, classically designed room; one characterized by a shiny tiled dance floor, walls of plush scarlet brocade, and low hanging crystal chandeliers that shined in the glow of luminous candlelight.

  And while she certainly felt like a dancing princess in her sleek, pearl pink frock, one that rustled as she moved and swayed across the surface of the dance floor, what she failed to recognize was the manner of dance that she demonstrated at this very moment; a slow, very intimate waltz shared with two gorgeous partners who guided and embellished her every movement.

  Instead of holding her hands and jostling her about in a fun, frolicsome circle dance, her handsome partners clasped her close between them and swayed her body in a slow, smooth motion; enshrouding her in a hot cocoon of virile masculinity.

  This dance, set to the tune of a string and brass quartet that played live at the edge of the dance floor, was ridiculous, inappropriate and bordering on scandalous; and, by gosh, she loved every bloody minute of it.

  Oh, she well liked the shocked and delightfully humiliated look that came to her courtesy of the wonderfully scandalized Colton Jones; more than that, however, she outright savored the feeling of being sandwiched between two gorgeous, muscular men; gents who danced her with gentle care across the length of the ballroom floor.

  Even through the silk of their fine black suits she could feel the hardness of their toned, young bodies; their strong arms wrapped so tight around her, their muscular chests pressed tight against her, the cradle of their trim, tight thighs as they gyrated slightly against her own, and the length and grace of their agile legs as they glided her with effortless grace through the motions of an outrageous tango that bordered on the erotic.

  With Phillip before her and Barnaby at her back, she inhaled their crisp, citrus-tinged scent and giggled in spite of herself as the strands of their long, silken hair tickled and teased her.

  “You like, Madame?” Philip whispered in her ear. “Do you enjoy our company this evening? Have we made your worries disappear from that brilliant, beautiful mind?”

  Cybele nodded.

  “Indeed,” she whispered in kind return, wriggling deeper into the cocoon of warm strength that held her tight and contented in its smooth swaying thrall. “I feel like a new and refreshed woman, as compared to an hour ago.”

  She took in her breath as an attentive Barnaby gave her a gentle squeeze from behind.

  “This is good, Miss,” he released on a low, sultry growl. “We aim tonight to make you feel wonderful—better than you’ve ever felt. We seek to make you lose yourself to the sensation of complete and unbridled pleasure—and believe us, Darling, this dance is only the first step toward the achievement of that goal.”

  “Indeed,” Phillip agreed, releasing his words in a soft, smooth purr that danced across her senses, “Tonight, my lady, is solely for your pleasure—just relax and let us show you all the delightful ways that a lady can be pleased.”

  With these seductive words the brothers drew her still closer between them; enveloping her trembling body in a gentle but possessive clench, one that made her heart race as she considered their emboldened words.

  “Well you did indeed promise that you had three activities planned this night for my enjoyment,” she released on a nervous chortle, barely hearing her own words above the pounding of her heart. “Now my curiosity is peaked.
Just what, pray tell, is the third activity?”

  She trembled outright as her dual dance partners hugged her to them in a warm embrace; dancing her toward the door as Phillip whispered in her ear, “Well now that we’ve treated you to dinner and dance, lass…all that’s left, I suppose, is a bit of dessert, that we hope to serve personally to you in your suite.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Lady Cybele was a bit surprised and dismayed moments later, when she discovered that the dessert her companions had in mind took the form of actual food. Yet she nonetheless delighted as she sat perched on the edge of her silken bed, purring outright as an attentive Phillip knelt behind her on the bed, slipping a steady line of chocolate-dipped strawberries smooth and slow between her lips. His brother, meanwhile, sat at her feet, freeing them from the constraints of tight pink slippers and rubbing their soles with his sturdy fingers.

  His crystalline eyes seared her with a gaze that dripped seduction, her emboldened masseur leaned forward to suckle and lick her toes; mimicking the movement of her pearl pink lips as they suckled her sweet, sugary treat.

  Not to be outdone, her raven-haired tempter buried his hands in her broad, sturdy shoulders; his own agile fingertips rubbing and kneading in smooth, rhythmic motions as his moist, sumptuous lips soon followed suit; kissing and nibbling her exposed neck as the strands of his long, dark hair fell forth to tease her satin-clad breasts.

  “Oh my,” Cybele gasped out, their intimate attentions sending a shock of pure arousal coursing wild through her body. “I’m passing sure that, in those bloody long, dense dictionaries I edit on a regular basis, the definition of the word heaven should include a vivid illustration of this very scene.”

  She gasped outright as, taking her flushed face in two tender hands, Phillip turned her to face him, capturing her gaping lips in an intense, passionate kiss.

  All the while continuing to knead and massage the muscles of her neck and back, the seductive lord massaged her mouth with his; his smooth, full lips devouring hers as their tongues entangled between them.

  Leaning forthright into his kiss, Cybele felt their breaths intermingle as she met his passion in full; all the while arching her eyebrows as an attentive Barnaby continued to suckle her toes and lick the pads of her feet—enhancing his advances by reaching upward to tickle and caress her bare legs beneath the cover of her cotton pantaloons.

  “This eve, Madame, my brother and I do intend to show you the full and total meaning of Heaven; a very special Rogues’ Heaven where kind women are rewarded for their good deeds with an even better bit of sin—seeing and feeling their deepest, darkest fantasies come to life,” Phillip whispered a promise against her lips. “Yet we only pledge to do so, of course, with our lady’s full consent.”

  “Yes,” Cybele answered immediately, running her fingers through his silky fall of long ebony hair. “I desire you both, Gentlemen—and now.”

  “Yes,” Barnaby repeated on a growl, his hard muscled body sliding up her legs as he grasped the border of her cotton pantaloons and swept them down her legs; his crystalline eyes catching fire as his gaze ensnared hers.

  Soon her fair-haired lover had stripped away her underthings and deposited them on the floor beside them; next burying his golden head between her eager parted legs to kiss and lick the skin of her pale, fleshy thighs.

  “Do forgive my brother,” Phillip whispered, hugging Cybele’s trembling body close and tight to his, “He is something of an animal. Ah but then again, love—so am I.”

  With these words Phillip unbuttoned her gown and slid it easy over her shoulders; his fingers working slow and methodic to untie and slip off her confining corset.

  Soon a smiling, desirous Cybele lie naked and unashamed in the arms of her lovers; and while Phillip rubbed and caressed her breasts, teasing her tender skin and bringing her nipples to hard, erect points beneath his gentle touch, Barnaby laid a long, resounding lick across the surface of her feminine folds; opening them to receive his attentions as she threw her head back and relished in feelings of forbidden sensation.

  Untouched and virginal at 24, Cybele nonetheless had hungered for a lover for so, so long; and while she’d originally hoped to share this experience with Colton this weekend, she figured that the attentions of these two exquisite gentlemen would suffice just fine.

  “Or perhaps more than fine,” she mused in quiet, biting her lip as an ardent Barnaby fixed his full, flawless lips soft around her throbbing clit; gifting her with the intimate kiss as his brother ran his own talented lips down the delicate curvature of her fair-skinned neck.

  Both her lovers continued to massage her, with Phillip fondling her breasts and teasing her full tummy as he pulled her naked body flush against the hardness of his silk-clad form, and Barnaby rubbing and kneading her thighs as he leaned his head inward.

  She gasped with pleasure as he kissed and suckled her sensitive feminine fruit; fair devouring her as the strands of his silken blond hair teased and tickled her skin.

  Exhilarated by this novel and oh so invigorating sensation, Cybele thrust her full hips upward to intensify the sensation; this move molding Barnaby’s lips tight around her feminine pearl as he nipped and laved her stiffening nub.

  “You naughty, naughty lass,” Phillip teased her, asking as he flicked her nipples, “Doesn’t it feel so very good, to be bad?”

  With these words he once again seized her lips with his; his tongue plundering her sensitive mouth as his full, soft mouth devoured hers.

  Cybele moaned deep and low against his lips as her body trembled outright; quaking as Barnaby pressed his head inward and shook it vigorous from side to side; this move intensifying the tender pressure of his mouth on her reverberating clit.

  Finally and with a resounding lick he sent her over the edge; hurtling her body across the bounds of an incredible, deeply felt orgasm.

  Reaching back to brace her trembling arms around the massive shoulders of her dark-haired lover, Cybele cried out as her being was overtaken in a virtual haze of erotic sensation; coursing wild through every inch of her being as her pulse pounded and her soaking wet pussy gushed outright.

  Springing in a smooth flourish up from his knees and joining her on the bed, a smiling Barnaby caught her trembling body up in two strong arms; holding her closer than close as she rode the wave of ecstatic feeling that threatened to overwhelm her.

  “That was incredible,” she praised, grinning soft and dreamy as she clutched the strands of his soft golden hair.

  “You are welcome, sweet miss,” Barnaby returned her smile, adding as he gathered her up in tender, loving arms, “And I ask as my reward nothing more than a kind kiss from our wonderful lady.”

  Eager to oblige him, Cybele threw herself into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his hard muscled shoulders; sighing contented as he seized her lips with his.

  As a besotted Barnaby kissed her senseless she could taste herself on his tongue; returning his advances with fevered passion as the couple kissed and caressed.

  She did frown against his lips a moment later, as she felt Phillip’s weight shift clear from the surface of the bed; and even as Barnaby caressed her breasts and plied her mouth with his, she worried vaguely that his jealous brother meant to leave them alone.

  Her worries dissolved moments later, and her smile more than returned, as Phillip soon reappeared at her bedside; and, as an additional bonus, he was completely and totally naked.

  As Barnaby maintained her arousal by slipping his fingers inside her wet opening and probing her hungry insides, she gaped outright at the glorious vision of his statuesque brother; her famished gaze openly devouring his massive, muscled chest, his trim waist and planed, sculpted abdomen, as well as the firm, trim legs that now brought him closer to her.

  Her eyes widened then as they came to rest on his long, hard shaft; one that seemed to salute her presence as he joined her on the bed.

  “Beautiful, you are,” Cybele praised him, not resisting as Phillip pe
eled her from his brother’s arms and settled her before him in his lap; staring up at her with worshipful eyes as he ran his fingers through the lengths of her soft blonde curls.

  “I’m thrilled that I well please you, Miss,” he whispered, gracing her with a broad, white-toothed smile as she braced her legs around his rock hard hips and wrapped her hungry arms around his hard, planed back.

  Not to be outdone, a brash Barnaby hopped up from the bed and planted himself in Cybele’s line of vision; swinging his trim hips like a brazen trollop as he unbuttoned his sleek black coat; peeling off its fabric one shoulder at a time to reveal his sleek silk shirt.

  Cybele whistled in open admiration as he unbuttoned his shirt nice and slow; revealing a massive, muscled bronzed chest as he flexed his pectorals for her viewing pleasure.

  Soon his ultra-tight black silk breeches followed in delightful suit; peeled shameless down the length of his long, trim legs as Cybele hooted and hollered her obvious approval. And she really approved moments later, as Barnaby revealed his long, stiff rod and offered it up for her pleasure.

  Reaching forth to touch and stroke the skin of his erect, pulsating member, the virgin Cybele licked her lips as she contemplated its look and feel; gasping outright seconds later, as Phillip bucked his hips up sudden against hers; his own ready cock touching and tasting her sensitive feminine cleft.

  Seeking to recapture her heed, her dark-haired lover buried his lips in the crest of her breasts and pulled her closer to him.

  “Now we are well aware, love, that this is in all likelihood your first encounter with a man—or, more accurately, men,” he whispered, continuing to gyrate as their hips and thighs locked in one accord. “So tell me now, my Lady Cybele, would you now like me to breach your maidenhead? Or would you well prefer…”

  “Breach it, blast you!” Cybele gasped out, parting her thighs and impaling herself on the edge of Phillip’s erect shaft.