by Poppy Parkes
Of course, the sex is the easy part.
It’s harder when Finn has me tucked into his body while fire crackles in the fireplace and Duncan comes home from his run and wonders where he fits in.
Or when Duncan’s got me head over heels, his delicious nub of a cock stretching me wide, and Finn doesn’t know if he should join us or leave us alone.
But we work it out.
Just like we worked out who revealed “Hit It, Beyotch” to the world.
And by “we,” I mean Finn.
He had his suspicions from day one that my stupid ass music video couldn’t have gone viral without a little help from a friend.
That friend turned out to be Lilah.
Finn worked it all out. He realized that Lilah had access to my YouTube account from the time I uploaded a song we’d made together. I’d wanted her to get full credit. Little did I know that she would later turn around and use the access I’d forgotten I gave her to seriously screw me over.
Daisy and I were both shocked. How could our bestie have knowingly thrown me to the wolves like that?
Finn said it was jealousy. Duncan said that the entertainment industry is full of envious bitches and that I need to grow a damned thick skin if I’m going to try to make it in this business.
I think they’re both right.
It totally sucks, the whole Lilah betrayal. But I think it’s made me stronger and smarter. The music biz isn’t for the faint of heart. And if I’m going to make it there, I’m going to have to learn how to put up with people like Lilah.
It melted my heart — and wet my pussy — when I learned that Finn was a fan of my more serious music even before we met. But it wasn’t until Duncan downloaded my songs and dedicated an entire day to listening to them that I really gained the confidence to go after my musical dreams.
He’d said that he thought my songs were “really damn good.”
In Duncan speak, that’s high praise.
So, with Finn helping me and Duncan encouraging me, I went for it. I put out an indie album of all the songs I wished people had been listening to when “Hit It, Beyotch” went viral.
At first, people laughed.
Then a handful of them started listening.
That handful grew.
And now, two years later, I’m opening for headliners across the country. Sometimes Daisy comes along to perform with me. She’s making serious musical headway of her own, and it’s fun to have a talented friend with me on the road.
The joke’s on Lilah. What she intended to harm me turned out, in the end, to be the catalyst for so much good.
It didn’t take long for Finn to discover, through some digital sleuthing, that she was the one who had leaked the “Hit It, Beyotch” music video. I’d forgotten that I’d given her permissions on my YouTube account when we were working on a song together, and I’d never changed my settings.
She took full advantage of that and changed the visibility of “Hit It, Beyotch” from unlisted to public. She’d also privately messaged it to several top media outlets via their social media accounts.
Duncan had said that it was envy that made Lilah do it. But even though I suspect he’s right, I still can’t wrap my mind around it. We were both given every opportunity by our parents and both had real musical talent. It’s not like I had something she didn’t.
Finn had pointed out that, while Lilah and I were equals in every way, she still felt threatened. To make her own security less, she’d tried to take me down.
Lilah tried to end my career before it even began. Instead, she indirectly gave me Duncan and Finn and a thriving music career.
The two men — my men — are still my bodyguards. Realizing that I lead a pretty boring public life, the interest of the paparazzi has died down. But I still need my guys to shield me from the cameras or overly-ecstatic fans every so often.
And of course, I need them for other reasons.
Like to make me feel safe and wanted when I’m between their bodies in bed, tangling the sheets with our legs as they make love to me. They each offer something that the other cannot. The elder and the younger are the perfect match for me — Duncan looks on me with the gruff but true adoration that only an older man can, while Finn pushes me to new heights and new shenanigans with our shared youthful enthusiasm.
At least, that’s what Duncan calls it when Finn and I are too hopped up on each other. But then Duncan barrels in and spins me away, claiming my lips with his own while Finn watches, a smirk of approval written across the younger man’s face.
My parents still have no idea about the three of us. Nor do the paparazzi, or my fans. I’m not sure how long we can keep us a secret. But hey, a threesome’s got to try, right?
Not that disapproval from my parents or the paparazzi would break us up. We’re in this together, forever.
Finn had three matching gold bands made for each of us. He said that just because there’s no such thing as a legal three-way marriage doesn’t mean that we can’t commit ourselves formally to each other.
But it would be a hell of a lot easier if we never have to face the public judgment that we surely would if our unusual love was discovered.
But the risk is worth it. I’d never give up my bodyguards, not for anything. I wake up every morning with the arms of my men knotted around me and know that I’m the luckiest girl alive.
Like today. I blink sleepily into the morning light spilling across our bedroom. I’m facing Finn but nestled into the curve of Duncan’s body from behind.
It’s summer so we kept the windows open all night. I inhale the aroma of the pines outside, relishing their scent.
Both my men are still asleep, so I take the opportunity to examine them. There’s Finn with his short, tousled curls and a face that’s still got that sweet boyhood softness about it. I wonder if mine looks the same to him, if there’s as much girl as woman in the curve of my cheeks.
Looking over my shoulder, I take in Duncan’s thick beard and his handsome features, covered in the lines of his years.
I heave a little sigh of contentment. I know how fucking charmed this life is — not just to have these two men as my own, but also that we’ve been able to live out our love without outside interference or judgment.
My sigh stirs first Duncan into wakefulness, then Finn. Finn gives me a lazy grin, eyes still closed, as he pulls my hips toward his. His morning wood nudges into my belly, making his grin grow wider.
Behind me, Duncan presses himself closer to me. A hand finds my hair, my cheek, my neck, giving me caresses that make me smile and shiver.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Finn says, finally opening his green eyes. “Sleep well?”
I give him a languid kiss as an answer. His smirk grows so big that his cheeks dimple adorably before he claims my mouth with his. At my back, Duncan gently pulls my hair back and trails gentle kisses down my neck.
It’s often like this. Finn and Duncan move over and against and with me as if they’ve orchestrated their movements with each other in advance, even though I know they haven’t. They’re that attuned to each other, and to me.
Rolling over, I give Duncan my lips, combing my fingers through his beard. Finn rakes strong fingers down my back just how I like it. I arch into his touch, then reward him by thrusting my ass back against his ready hardness.
Understanding my invitation, Finn parts my flesh with his, sinking his cock into my vagina while Duncan plays with my breasts, nipping at my jaw. I rock back into Finn, stroking Duncan’s strong chest at the same time.
We give and take and give. When Finn is spent I lift a leg, offering myself to Duncan.
It’s like a dance, how we tease and want and make love to each other. Sometimes the dance ends in a tumble, a knot of not-quite-synchronized limbs, the three of us laughing.
But more often it ends like it does this morning, with me crying out at the feeling of one of my men buried within me while the other plays with my flesh, and we all come out of it sw
eaty but satisfied.
This isn’t the life I would have chosen for myself. But I’m so grateful that it crept up on me, gifting me with two men and a love that encompasses us all.
I am theirs and they are mine, for the rest of our days.
Looking for more three-way action? Don’t miss the rest of Flirt Club’s True Love X2 series!
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Mountain Man X2 by Frankie Love
Navy Seal X2 by Hunter King
Officer X2 by Derek Masters
Stepbrother X2 by Sierra Hill
Also by Poppy Parkes
Standalone Stories:
Accidental Valentine
Bodyguard X2
Cowboy’s Pride
Falling Into You
First Time Player
Giddy Up, Cowgirl
Her Declaration of Independence
Her Winter Cowboy
Hot for the Holidays
Mister Cowboy
Our Happy Holiday
Wrangled: The Cowboy Collection
The Love at First Sight Series:
Meant to be Yours
Love Tumble
Head Over Heels
One in a Million
The Light Between Us Series:
The Light Between Us
Finding Me and You
Wedding Jitters
A Love Note For You
Dear wonderful reader,
Thank you so much for reading Bodyguard X2! I hope you enjoyed this threesome’s love story as much as they did. ;)
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Love,
Poppy xo
Acknowledgments
Thank you to Sara, Katherine, and my amazing ARC readers for reading my smut and helping catch my typos. You are the best.
About the Author
Poppy Parkes is the author of sweet and hot love stories. Poppy writes, paints, and dreams in Montana, where she raises her two boys. She is in love with luscious color, moon-gazing, and dancing wild. And coffee. And wine. And chocolate. You know how it is.
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