Double Mountain Trouble: A MFM Menage Romance

by Katerina Cole

  I nodded, studying his expression. Each time the flame flickered, my heart pounded louder in my chest. I willed it to quiet, but I couldn’t control how I reacted under his stare.

  There was nothing I wanted more than his lips on mine. He was so close that I could almost taste them. I had been waiting for another kiss since the last time he had touched me. It was almost all I could think about when he was around, and now he was here, locked in the dark with a wicked hurricane descending upon us.

  “Jake,” I whispered.

  His hand reached forward, brushing my jaw. His mouth was on mine, hungry and strong. His lips blistered my skin. I clutched at his back, digging into the muscles through his shirt.

  I thought I heard a roll of thunder, but my thoughts were clouded with lust—the house might be collapsing—I wouldn’t know. There was another crash, but this time it was our wine glasses hitting the floor as Jake hurled me on the counter.

  Enough about music and lyrics and small town stories. This was what we wanted. Taking each other until our world was tipped upside down like a swirling hurricane.

  “I can’t stay away,” he groaned. He unsnapped my button and shirked the shorts off my hips. “I tried.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  His thumbs hooked under my panties, yanking them over my thighs. My body hummed with urgency.

  “But you’re too fucking sweet. So good. So pure.” His eyes were dark. “Like some kind of damn light, drawing me closer. When I know I should be on that ferry getting the hell away from this storm and you.”

  “I don’t want you to go,” I whispered.

  “I’m not going anywhere, darlin’.” He climbed on top of the island, pinning me under his body. “I’m not running tonight.”

  My lips met his. I needed to touch him everywhere. He had to feel the same desperate ache I had. We needed to know each other this way. Whatever the darkness was. The sadness that filled him—I could take it away. I could heal him, if he would just let go.

  I watched as he pulled a condom from his pocket before he released the buckle on his shorts and dropped them from his waist, kicking them to the floor below. I had honestly never seen a body like that. It was toned and athletic, and even in the candlelight, I could see where the lines met on his sculpted abs. If it wasn’t for the burning need consuming me, I might lie here all night and study the man inhaling me like his last breath of air.

  He kissed my stomach and delivered hot breaths along the trail leading between my legs.

  “Mmm.” I exhaled as he pressed my knees wider. “Ohh.”

  He drew a line between my folds with his tongue, eyeing me with a kind of intensity I’d never seen in a man’s gaze.

  “So sweet in so many ways,” he murmured, teasing me with his tongue. My clit throbbed for him. Everywhere he touched felt fiery and electric. I was afraid I couldn’t handle the scorching strokes even though I needed them.

  I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, desperate to feel his chest. I unclasped my bra and watched Jake’s eyes fill with desire.

  “You are so fucking sexy.” He breathed as his mouth claimed one and then the other nipple. I rocked back on the counter, ready to give this man anything and everything he asked of my body. He had control, and it felt good to let go and unravel into his arms.

  “Darlin’, you have to tell me what you want.” He nuzzled my neck. My head tilted back, and everything was spinning inside me.

  The storm raged around us as the thunder shook the chandelier overhead.

  “Tell me,” he growled.

  “What do you want to hear?” I asked, running my tongue along his neck, as if I could drink in part of him this way.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he commanded.

  His fingers pushed inside me and started a new motion with his thumb that would lead to toe-curling screams in a few minutes if he didn’t stop. I gasped at the sensation, my breath ragged.

  This wasn’t a time to talk. This was a time to feel and let things happen. My throat clamped shut and I closed my eyes. Why was he torturing me like this? I wasn’t sure I could unleash my inner sex kitten like he wanted. All I knew to do was to let my body take over as he gave me pleasure one minute after the next. Wasn’t that enough?

  He rested his forehead against mine. I fought for balance.

  “Tell me,” he growled.

  He kissed my neck, sending shockwaves down my spine. “Don’t tell me, and I can find a pack of playing cards and we can play war all night while we wait for the hurricane.”

  Why was it so hard for me to say the words? I wrote my feelings down. I didn’t say them.

  He ripped the corner off the foil packet lying on the counter and rolled the condom over his wide throbbing shaft. God, he was built.

  “It’s just us. No one else. There’s no one to hear what you want, except me.” His voice was low and sexy. He held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, driving me wild with thirst for him.

  The wind whipped the corner of the shutter, and it caught between the latch. His eyes sharpened.

  I didn’t know if I could say what I wanted him to do, but it would be worse if I let him move one inch away without trying. I needed him. I needed this. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and my heart almost pounded out of my chest.

  Like the lightning outside, my eyes flashed to his. “Fuck me.”

  No sooner were the words between us than our bodies melted together. He grabbed me around the waist. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling fistfuls of hair while his tongue explored my mouth.

  It was as if a switch had been flipped, and all the slow and easy dance moves we had been stepping for weeks were gone. Everything about this was primal and raw.

  “Ohh,” I whimpered. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.

  “I want to hear you, baby. I want to hear you when I’m deep inside you.”

  My breath caught. My chest seized. My arousal dripped over his cock. My pussy ached for release.

  “Please,” I begged. “God, please Jake.”

  He brushed his lips over mine, holding my waist. He leaned me backward. I looked into his eyes.

  He was pushing me to the tipping point, and if I tipped, I would regret losing control without him. His fingers dug into the inner softness of my thigh. He was determined to drive me crazy, his way.

  I moaned again.

  The shutters clanged against the windows.

  “I want to be inside you, so damn much,” he groaned. “Fuck you until the sun comes up. Fuck you until you forget every man before me.”

  I nodded, unable to utter a syllable.

  My hips rose, meeting him as his thick cock plunged deep inside me, bowing me off the counter. The next thrust was more intense. I grasped his back and buried my head in his shoulder, consumed with the blissful swirl of pain and incredible fullness he gave me, stretching me, taking me.

  “Oh shit,” I hissed as he hit my inner walls with sudden strokes.

  “Fuck, Chelsea.”

  I arched against him with every thrust, rocking harder and longer. He moved in and out, throwing my legs over his shoulders.

  “You’re mine, baby,” he groaned, his hips dancing wickedly as he pumped in and out of me.

  I gripped the side of the counter, desperate for an anchor. Anything to tie me to reality. My body was changing, burning, spiraling.

  “I-I can’t…” My head shook from side to side.

  “Come for me,” he commanded.

  There was no way to stop the raging flames. We were too far gone. I looked in his eyes as we surrendered to the fire we had created. I screamed toward the ceiling as he drove into me one last time, possessing me, claiming me like I had always been his—I just didn’t know it until now. The sensations spiraled through my core until all I could do was hold on to him, and pray I could still breathe when I let go.

  His body shook, pumping his release inside me. The sweat dripped from his gorgeous chest,
splashing in tiny droplets on my breasts. I’d never seen anything sexier in my life. I gasped for air as I vibrated with the orgasm. An aftershock hit me out of nowhere and I clamped around his shaft.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re incredible, baby.”

  I sighed.

  I wanted to take it back—none of those other moments made me breathless. This made me breathless. I smiled and ran my fingers along his back.

  “I’m glad you didn’t run.”

  He kissed me. “Me too.” His eyes softened. “You’re worth going down in a hurricane.” He winked.

  Twenty-Five

  Ben

  I rolled my neck to the side. I really did pull something when I tied down the campers. I massaged it with my free hand. Chelsea was tucked under my arm, her auburn hair loose and falling over her shoulder. Damn, she took me by surprise. I watched her exhale shallow breaths. I traced the curve of the small of her back, and over her hips, until my hand rested at her waist.

  The last time I woke up on a kitchen floor was when I literally drank myself under the table. This time it was for a whole new reason. A blue-eyed island girl had officially knocked me off my ass. My hand feathered over her skin. I couldn’t stop touching her, wanting her.

  The shutters rattled against the windows, letting in cracks of gray light. The wind hadn’t stopped howling, and from the sounds echoing outside, I gathered the rain was pooling on the deck.

  I could have caught one of the late-night ferries, but who the fuck was I kidding? This was where I wanted to end up all along. The minute I heard her voice on the other end of the phone, I knew it was all over. I was crazy about her. After last night, I would be crazy not to be.

  We had turned a corner—gone past innocent make out sessions and flirty banter. It felt connected. As if she was mine. I liked it—how she felt under me, in my hands, how she tasted. The look in her eyes when she came was enough to bring any man to his knees.

  I had a reputation as the Texas cowboy who women couldn’t wait to get their hands on. I wasn’t going to lie—a lot of women did. But it didn’t feel like that with her. She wanted me. She didn’t care about some concocted brand. She wasn’t looking for bragging rights that she woke up in my bed. She didn’t give a shit about Ben Baldwin.

  Chelsea sighed and her hand slid across my stomach, stirring my cock to life. I was afraid I might lose my mind if I didn’t wake her up right now, but I remembered the muscles in my back and pain in my knees and knew I couldn’t take another session on the kitchen floor. We had done things to each other last night that—Damn. I closed my eyes. Just thinking about it made me want her even more. My dick was hard as steel.

  I propped up on my elbows, careful not to let her head fall to the floor. She wiggled in closer, cuddling up under my chin. I sighed. She wasn’t making it any easier. My hand slid over her backside, rubbing in a line along her back, down to her legs. I kissed the top of her head and waited for her to wake.

  Her eyes fluttered open. She turned to me with bright eyes and a smile.

  “Good morning.” I winked.

  She grinned. “Good morning.”

  From the corner of my eye, I could see the bed—the place we should have been sleeping all night with a mattress, and pillows, and a soft comforter. I looked at it now as if it was the promised land. I tangled my fist through her silky hair. She moaned quietly as I brought my mouth down hard on hers, and kissed her while rolling the tips of her breast through my fingers. I smiled, feeling her react under my touch. I broke free and rose from the floor.

  Her eyes were wide, and for a split second, I considered taking her again on the kitchen floor, but there was a perfectly soft bed twenty feet away.

  Without a word, I motioned to her with a finger. She stood and followed me to the bed. There was one thing I wanted to try last night that hadn’t happened yet.

  The sheets were cool. I rolled on my back and raked my eyes over her as she walked toward me. Every part of her was beautiful, from the way her hips fit in my palms, to the tan lines running across the lowest part of her stomach. I could spend hours kissing her right there.

  She brought one knee down, then the other, and crawled over me. Her hair sweeping my skin as she preyed on me with kisses.

  I fought the urge to be inside her right then, pick her up, and show her how hard she made me. There was a hurricane brewing outside, and we had nothing else to do but take our time with each other. I could practice some restraint. The growling though—that was an involuntary response as she brought her legs to either side of my waist. Seeing her straddle me like this was fucking incredible. She rocked back and forth, her hips rhythmically moving over me, but keeping me from where I wanted to be. She wasn’t making this easy.

  “Does that feel good?” she teased.

  I laughed, catching her face between my hands and stared straight into those blue eyes. “Yes. Fuck yes, darlin’.”

  “Then I’ll just have to keep doing it.” She bit my bottom lip, and I questioned how long I could hold off. She knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy.

  She leaned over my shoulder, retrieving a foil packet from the bedside drawer. I yanked it from her and quickly rolled it over my cock.

  She sighed, planting a kiss on my chest.

  The heat built, and I reached for her hips. It might have been a growl or a groan coming from my throat. I wasn’t in control anymore of what she was doing to me. As soon as she had arched away she came shattering down around me. Shit, it was the hottest sweetest pussy I’d ever known.

  I gripped the soft skin on her back and squeezed her to my chest, but she wouldn’t let me hold her. All I wanted was to press her against my body so I could feel every tremble and quiver surging through her, but she was strong and playful. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she pushed off my chest and sank deeper on top of me, tightening around my cock.

  “Chelsea.” I watched her as she fucked me. Up. Down. Her breasts moving with the rhythm—it was sexy and hot. I reached out to touch her. I wanted her tits in my hands.

  “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t fucking stop,” I commanded.

  She leaned across my chest, nipping at my neck. I couldn’t hold back any longer. She was taking me under. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me as I drove hard into her, filling her with everything I had.

  “Oh shit,” she whimpered as I pushed deep.

  I liked being in control in bed, I was used to it, but I didn’t know which way was up as she slid along my dick, making everything hot and tight. I was so lost in her that I didn’t care about the storm, or that she kept trying to take the reins.

  “I want you to come like this.” I stared at her, coaxing her body to do what I wanted. “Come for me, baby.”

  She clenched around my cock, squeezing with vise-like strength.

  All the air left my lungs, and I pulled her to my chest.

  “Fucking you is amazing,” I whispered in her ear as the first orgasm hit her. She was unstoppable. Unbelievable. She rode me harder and rougher until my spine spasmed. Fuck.

  She gripped the headboard as I thrust into her.

  “Oh God, Jake,” she screamed.

  The twinge of guilt sliced through me. She should be screaming my name. I wanted to hear Ben spilling from her lips. This girl should know who she’s fucking. But I couldn’t concentrate. My cock twitched and I lost all control.

  “Fuck, baby. Shit,” I hissed, rolling her onto her back. I sank deep inside her, searching for home. Needing her. Consuming everything she would give me.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around me while I unleashed myself, emptying everything I had in a long ragged breath.

  I collapsed on her chest, kissing her shoulder.

  “Oh my,” she whispered. “Is it ok if I can’t really talk?”

  I chuckled. “Yeah. It’s ok.”

  My eyes closed and I drifted back to sleep while the storm moved closer to shore. I slept soundly. My body relaxed, knowing I found exactly
what I was looking for.

  “Jake. Jake, wake up.” I heard words, but they didn’t make sense.

  “Huh?” I rubbed my eyes and saw Chelsea standing next to the bed. She was wearing my shirt and no pants. I propped up, wondering if there was anything else under the shirt.

  “I made breakfast. It’s almost noon. I thought maybe you’d like to eat something.”

  “Yeah. Sounds good.” I leaned against the headboard and rubbed my neck. “What’s going on with the storm?” I asked.

  “Campbell?”

  I grimaced at the name. Reminders of Rebecca weren’t welcome right now. “Still on course?” I questioned. We probably should have checked the updates sooner.

  Chelsea smiled. “Good news, she’s downgraded to a category one, and we’re only supposed to get the outer bands. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll still be out of power and I’m sure there will be water in the yard, but I think we dodged anything major.”

  “That is good news.” I peeled the sheet back, anxious to make a stop in the restroom and splash some water on my face, maybe even take a shower. I hoped like hell we had hot water.

  Chelsea’s eyes raked over me and she flashed a smile. It was cute how it made her blush.

  “Um, I’ll see you in a minute.” She spun on her heels, the turn catching the edge of the T-shirt. I saw the lacy edge of her panties, cutting a sharp V along her hip.

  “Damn, girl.” I sucked in a gulp of air and hopped off the bed. I smiled. I had a feeling I knew how the rest of this day was going to go.

  Twenty-Six

  Chelsea

  Two days. Two long, blissful, ravishing, surrendering, intimate days alone and uninterrupted. This hurricane went down as the best-timed storm in my life. The water had halfway receded in the yard. Jake and I both knew he could drive his Jeep in the conditions, but he said he couldn’t leave me there with no way to escape if I needed to.