My 3 Rockstar Bosses_An MFMM Menage Romance

by Katie Ford

  Time to find some privacy.

  Shoving my hands in the pockets of my khaki pants, I headed towards my trailer. The guys already had what they needed for the night, so there was no reason for me to stick around. In my small space, I would finally be alone to fix my problem.

  Hopefully, no one could decipher the look on my face the way that the tech did. Being easy to read had its pros and its cons.

  The light clicked on inside, revealing a mostly empty single room. There was only one other door, and it led to the tiny, bathless bathroom. It didn’t matter, though. I was a minimalist, and this was just temporary.

  Tellingly, there was an Alpha Prime poster on the wall. It was my way of getting hyped for the new job.

  Plus, I needed some emotional preparation. Working with three internationally known rock stars is no easy feat for a quiet virgin like me. But looking at the poster was a mistake. Staring at those handsome faces and bare chests was too much to handle. My nipples were so hard that they hurt.

  I licked my lips and turned away from the poster, but the image was already seared into my brain.

  The three heartthrobs posed on a huge rock by the seaside. According to the small photo credit at the bottom, it was taken in some Irish town where they’d performed the year before. The trio wore low-rider jeans and nothing else—which was exactly how the fans liked them. Water from the sea splashed up their long, rippling legs and soaked their jeans, the damp material emphasizing those muscled physiques.

  Unable to help myself, I turned back around to stare at the poster. Trent’s bulge was massive.

  Was it a sock? That’s what I thought at first, but maybe it wasn’t…

  My curious tongue flicked out to stroke my lips.

  What would it taste like?

  Shocking even myself, I tried to pull my gaze away from Trent’s crotch. Then, wandering eyes stumbled across Mason's rippling abs. The tingle low in my stomach grew into heat. It sank lower, settling into the place that touched my panties.

  Again, I looked away, but my eyes collided with Nick's nipples, flat and dark against his chiseled chest. There was no way to fight the way that the trio made me feel.

  Those masculine nipples would feel so good under my tongue.

  I groaned and stumbled back against the door of my trailer with a thud, unable to control the lust any longer.

  It was wrong. But my hand was already unzipping my khakis, sliding into my soaked panties. I bucked at my own touch.

  They had made me so wet. My clit was thick and throbbing as I thought about those three hard, sexy bodies. One stroke then another. If only the band were there to see my reaction. A pinch of my clit and I gasping and sliding down the door, shivering from the force of my orgasm.

  Oh god!

  Tremors shook my frame, my cunt pumping furiously.

  But that was enough.

  The image of the men alone had made me into a horny whore, touching myself while thinking of them.

  Limbs still twitching, I felt like I had been pounded by a hurricane.

  Taken by Alpha Prime.

  Owned by them.

  Oh no, I thought to myself. This obsession is going to be a problem.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Trent

  “There's nothing like having your own ride in the skies,” I said, dropping into one of the many plush leathers seat on the charter plane. It was one of several private planes from our private fleet.

  In high school, we were the scrawny weird kids that liked the type of heavy metal music that everyone hated. After years of being teased and turned down for dates, things had really turned around for the better. We owned an airline.

  Life really works out sometimes.

  Considering how much money we had in the bank, buying the airline seemed like the right thing to do. At least that’s how Helena, our manager, put it to us. Constant travel was part of the gig, and to tour properly, we had to bring all of our equipment. Booking flights was a hassle, and then everything still seemed to go wrong. They always lost something. Mason had to buy new drumsticks the last three times we traveled on a public flight.

  It was tiresome, especially since the group flew first class to avoid such inconveniences. There was no amount of booze and warm nuts to make me okay with them losing my shit—and Mason got even angrier than I did.

  After a lot of discussion with Helena, Alpha Prime bought Elite Air. It was one of those airlines that has always been used by rich guys who wanted to throw around their money. Years ago, the three of us would have scoffed at owning a plane, let alone several.

  But now, it’s a necessary. Lost luggage is a pain when there are shows to be played. Groupies that ask us for signatures get tiresome. So yeah, we took the ultimate plunge, and now we have our own plane. This is rock star level shit.

  There’s nothing wrong with throwing around a little cash if you’ve got it.

  Sometimes, it was easy to forget that we had so much money because it’s incredibly far from our humble beginnings. Once upon a time, Mason, Nick, and I were just three punk kids with nothing but dreams and barely a hundred dollars between us.

  I chuckled to myself, but the guys read my mind like they always did.

  “Yeah, crazy isn't it?” Mason said with a low laugh. “We don’t fly first. We fly private.”

  “Plus, it’s not just this baby,” Nick said wryly. “We own six of these toys.”

  “Touché,” Mason grunted. He was spread out on what amounted to a damn sofa on the plane, dressed in a white T-shirt and shredded jeans. “What’s next? The world? How do we buy that?”

  Nick gave his usual subdued smile. “I don't want to own anything except life, dude.”

  Because Nick can be a stick in the mud sometimes, a responsible adult who puts a damper on things. And frankly, we need that sometimes. Me and Mason are still kids, goofing off and having fun. Nick’s the one who actually moves us forwards.

  So yeah, my man wasn’t happy with the purchase at first, but it was starting to grow on him. Maybe he wouldn’t admit it, but he loved flying in style just like the rest of us.

  In fact, it was fucking amazing, thinking back to all the jocks that shoved us around back in high school. Those were the tumultuous years. The “cool kids” tortured the three of us just because they could.

  Now, while they coached peewee football in northern Maine, we were traveling the world. Girls screamed our names while tiny boys screamed theirs.

  I could just imagine, “Coach Curt! Coach Curt! I peed my pants!”

  It felt good to know that hard work had finally paid off. Hundreds of guitar and singing lessons, the money we invested in Mason’s drum-kit—there was a rhyme and reason to all this.

  “You do own your life—and an airline,” I noted. Luxury was awesome. Maybe it wasn’t what we grew up with, but sometimes change is good.

  “True.” Nick looked around, his smirk growing. “Fuckin’ amazing, right?”

  “Hell yeah,” Mason growled. “I told you assholes it’d be like this someday. And now you believe me.”

  Because Mason was the dreamer. Even when we were playing in our shitty middle school garage band, Mason always had his sights set on something bigger.

  Turns out he was right.

  I sat back in my chair, lounging. It was just after eleven in the morning. As far as we were concerned, it was too early to fly anywhere.

  Because yeah, we got smashed after the Detroit show. After meeting our new personal assistant, the three of us needed some relaxation. Sure, pouncing on the little girl right then was an option, but it was too soon. After all, Alpha Prime was hardly a group of gentlemen, but we were a group of professionals. Scaring off young women was not something that any of us aspired to do.

  “One more city done,” Mason said. “Chicago next, and about a million more to go.”

  He was right. Touring was always long. In reality, there were only forty-seven cities on the itinerary, but they all blended into one another. Each t
ime we visited a new place, time started to drag.

  At the beginning of this whole thing, the three of us had been psyched to get on the road and play sold-out stadiums and amphitheaters. At least I was. Plus, it had been two years since we last toured in the United States. But as the weeks went on, something changed. The intense scheduling was starting to wear me down, and although I usually knew what my bros were thinking, I didn’t this time.

  Well, at least not about the tour.

  But I knew what they were thinking about on a personal level.

  Because we all wanted our new assistant, Katy.

  Speaking of the temptress, it sounded like she was nearby. The plump angel was the only other person that we were waiting for, and the sound of squeaking sneakers told me that it had to be her. What was up with the sneakers, anyways? And the khakis and polo shirts? I’ve never understood women who downplayed their assets, but there are always firsts.

  We turned upon hearing the approaching footsteps.

  “Miss Jugs herself,” Mason growled.

  And seconds later, Katy came on board. Fortunately, she didn’t hear Mason’s predatory comment. Good, because I wouldn’t have blamed her if she quit.

  And fuck, but the girl was beautiful.

  She was still wearing that white polo shirt and those stupid khaki pants. They weren't sexy clothes at all, but on a girl like Katy, shit, they were mind-blowing. I didn’t even hear the squeaky shoes anymore because my focus was on her massive breasts.

  Oh yeah. Fantasy-level double-Ds bounced just right. God damn, I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on those tits. She was sexy as fuck and even that plain outfit couldn't hide her thick lusciousness.

  Her melons pressed up and out under the shirt, nipples tight as little hard candy kernels ready for me to suck. And her ass...fuck. I couldn't wait to get into that.

  Mason looked at me, then we both exchanged glances with Nick who was practically salivating and rubbing his cock right in front of her.

  Fuck.

  We couldn't wait to get into that.

  And the best part of this? We were all alone. One of the perks of owning our own airline was that we were riding alone with Katy to Chicago. Everybody else was on a second plane that had already left an hour before ours. They had to set shit up, while we sat back and enjoyed the ride.

  This is the life.

  And yet, our victim didn’t even realize.

  The eighteen-year-old goddess came on board with a little clipboard, barely paying attention to where she was, looking down, all business. And at the last step to get into the plane, she tripped. Instantly, I jumped up to catch her before the brunette tumbled.

  Hey, playing hero can be fun. It would only make her want me more.

  “Oh!” She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and shit, but my cock jerked to instant attention, practically bouncing off the clipboard.

  Her tits shoved into my chest. Their points scraped over my hard pecs in the most perfect way. If she had been any other girl, I would’ve thought she had done it on purpose, but that wasn’t the case. Our delightful little princess was too innocent.

  “I'm sorry,” Katy mumbled, red-faced and hot.

  She panted a little and started to pull away. I let her go but not before she slipped her eyes down to my crotch and caught sight of my hard-on.

  A gasp ensued.

  Oh yeah pretty baby.

  It’s all for you.

  The girl turned wide eyes to me, before jerking her eyes away, cheeks hot. The air in the cabin practically vibrated from nerves.

  But I was fine. My buddies were fine. Mason and Nick stared at her like she was their first and last meal wrapped up into one.

  “You like what you see?” Mason asked, his voice a low and growling tease.

  “Oh my God.” I could hear the way her breath trembled in her throat, chest heaving a bit. “This plane is amazing!”

  Oh yeah, pretty baby.

  And just like before, it’s all for you.

  Our beautiful girl stared at the luxurious interior. She was clearly impressed by the half a dozen seats all upholstered in premium white leather, the full kitchen, and the suite in the back.

  Mason had been back there earlier and left the door a little open. From where Katy was, she could see the bed, the expensive rug, and the light that burned bright in the room, illuminating it like a treasure at the end of a long tunnel—or hallway, in this case.

  “Wow,” she stammered awkwardly. “This is amazing.”

  “You better believe it, Kitty-Kat,” Mason growled. “This is how you live from now on. Private planes. Good food. Fine champagne. It’s a helluva lifestyle.”

  Interesting.

  Normally, he didn't give nicknames to any of the girls that we wanted to fuck. He doesn’t even use names, period. It’s generally “girl,” “chickie,” “chickadee,” or something else along those lines.

  Yeah, pretty misogynistic.

  But hey, my buddy’s bad with names.

  So this was a turnaround. Not only did he remember our assistant, but Mason had created something special for her.

  And Nick wasn’t about to be outdone.

  “If you want to lie down, just go back and spread out,” Nick drawled. “Relax. Make yourself comfortable.”

  He sounded all sincere and shit, as if any “spreading out” she was going to do wouldn't have us right there beside her—or on top of her, or inside her…

  Fuck.

  I had to stop thinking about what we were going to do to Kitty-Kat. She was the hottest chick we'd ever seen, hands down. The guys knew it, and so did my dick.

  “For now, just chill here.” I gestured to one of the chairs. “Have a drink?”

  The leather was white and soft, and it would have looked even better with her naked and spread out on top of it, legs wide and her pussy dripping wet for our hard shafts.

  Aw shit.

  I adjusted the thick meat in my jeans.

  And slowly, Katy took a seat.

  “Is there a stewardess?” she asked hesitantly, looking around. “A flight attendant of some sort?”

  I chuckled at the same time as Mason and Nick.

  “Isn’t that supposed to be you?” Nick asked with a jerk of his chin her way.

  “Oh!” She blinked around the plush cabin at us like a bolt of electricity just ran through that lovely body of hers. “Ah, yes. Helena asked me to study seatbelt safety guides and emergency landing brochures.” The girl was breathless and obviously nervous—just the way we liked our women. “I thought it was in case I had to fill in, or if we had a water landing.”

  Water landing. Our girl knew all the terminology already.

  “No, honey. You're everything to us on this plane. Stewardess. Nut warmer. Whatever.” I grinned, making my smirk extra wicked.

  “Oh okay,” she stammered. But then consternation crossed that pretty face and she jumped up, ready to give her speech. “First of all, please remain seated—”

  We laughed and the roars filled the plane. Her cheeks flushed nice and red as she stared at all of us, confused. The poor girl didn’t realize that we were just playing around. None of us wanted to hear the stewardess song and dance. We just wanted her.

  “Sit down, Kitty-Kat,” Mason rumbled. “They're just fucking with you.”

  “Besides,” I said. “We've been on a fuck ton of flights. As much as I appreciate your eagerness to get started—” and damn if she didn't look ready to point to all the exits and offer us all the in-flight service, “—you don’t need to do any kind of speech.”

  Unless the chick was going to present that gorgeous fat ass of hers for us to fuck. That was a presentation I’d welcome.

  “Oh, okay,” she said again, blushing even more.

  Damn. This one would look fantastic with my cum splashed across those rosy cheeks.

  I wanted to watch it drip like milk into her pretty, glossy mouth. My dick twitched again, firming up more.

  Katy sat
down then, a bundle of nerves. Shit, she was so beautiful, round and bouncy with those pink cheeks. Our princess wasn’t sure just how much we were joking with her. I had stopped thinking about jokes, though.

  Because the girl was too beautiful. She bent over, the khakis stretching across her ass like an invitation.

  That’s an invitation I’d take in a heartbeat.

  Because Mason was usually the one who went in for rimming. But Katy brought out the animal within. Her ass would taste incredible, musky and sweet as she backed that junk up onto my tongue. I licked my lips in anticipation.

  Normally, licking a female’s back end was not my thing. That was Mason’s job.

  But with Katy, I was up for anything.

  My obsession was no secret. I found myself sizing the female up again. It had to be obvious. I knew Mason was staring at her plump butt too. If she let him, he would eat her ass like a pro. Alpha Prime’s drummer tended to nasty fuck whenever it was available, getting down like none other.

  But with Katy, I was ready to jump in the gutter too.

  She was too gorgeous.

  Absolutely tempting.

  Irresistible.

  And yet the innocent girl sat there, clueless, eyes wide and blinking.