The Two Younger Men Complete Collection

by Chloe Lang

  “Oh my God, that feels so good. I’m getting close,” she panted.

  Enflamed with desire, he stood, tossed the blanket aside, and lifted her off the sofa. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Unable to hold back, he thrust his hard cock into her wet pussy. Jay held her from behind and pushed his dick into her ass. They found a perfect rhythm, pushing in and out of her body. She screamed, a clear sign that she had reached orgasm. Knowing that he and Jay had given her such pleasure pushed him over the edge and he shot his seed deep into her pussy.

  “Coming. Yes.” Jay’s groans were low and full of release.

  They carried her back inside to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

  “That was a first for me,” she told them.

  “A first what, angel?” he asked.

  “I’ve never done it outside before.”

  That pleased him. “There will be many more firsts for you. Jay and I will see to it.”

  “We need to celebrate this first,” Jay said. “Champagne is in order all around.”

  Izzy shrugged. “Sparkling water for me, please.”

  “Sparkling water? Do you not like my wine choices? Would you like something else instead? Just tell me.”

  “It’s not that, Jay. I’m just trying to be very careful. Just in case.”

  Excitement welled up inside him. He turned to Jay and could see the same thing reflected on his face. “Do you think you’re pregnant, Izzy?”

  “Please don’t get your hopes up. I’m only a few days late. I just don’t want to take any chances in case I am pregnant.” She smiled. “Actually, I bought a pregnancy test on the way home today. I’m a little scared to take it because I don’t want to be disappointed.”

  He kissed her. “No matter what the result is, I want you to know that you’ve made me and Jay so very happy. Our life is perfect.”

  “But you want kids.”

  “We’ve talked about this, angel. Jay and I only want kids if you do.” But he could see in her eyes that she definitely did want children.

  “So where’s the test?” Jay asked.

  “In my purse.”

  Jay got it off her nightstand.

  She pulled the test out of her purse, holding it up like it might bite her. “I really am scared, guys.”

  “Don’t be, sweetheart. Clay and I will be right there with you.”

  The three of them went into the bathroom together.

  A few minutes later, Izzy closed her eyes. “I just can’t look. I’m still scared.”

  He peered at the little white stick, praying for a positive result. Izzy wanted children. She’d already proven what an amazing mother she would make with Gabby. He couldn’t imagine anything better happening if he and Jay got to have a child with her. They would be dads.

  “Oh God, what does it say? I can’t stand it.” Her eyes remained shut.

  “It says here two lines mean you’re pregnant.”

  “That’s right. So?”

  “I see two lines.” Happiness filled him completely.

  Her eyes popped open and she held out her hand. “Let me see that. Oh my God. There are two lines. There really are two lines. I’m pregnant.”

  He turned to Jay. “We’re going to be dads.”

  * * * *

  Eight months later

  Izzy held her healthy newborn twins in her arms. The two proud dads were standing by her bed, gazing at little Margaret and little Collin, named after their parents.

  Gabby came into the room. “Can I hold my little brother and sister, Mom?”

  “Of course, you can, honey.”

  Jay handed Margaret to her. “She looks a lot like her big sister to me.”

  “You think so?”

  He smiled. “I do.”

  Clay nodded. “And you look a lot like your beautiful mother, Gabby.”

  “I am very happy about that. She’s gorgeous, you know.”

  “We know,” he and Jay said in unison.

  “I’ve got the best mom in the world.” Gabby looked down in Margaret’s eyes. “You, Collin, and I are very lucky, Sis.”

  “I’m the lucky one,” Izzy said. “This is the happiest day in my life, surrounded by the ones I love.”

  THE END

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  Two Younger Men 2

  Seduced by Two Younger Men

  42-year old Camille Anderson will not open herself up to love. Something dark from her past keeps her from trusting her own instincts, especially when it comes to men. But when her best friends set her up with two sexy chefs her resolve starts to crumble.

  30-year-old Roberto and 29-year-old Miguel Sanchez have been focused on their culinary careers, building successful restaurants. They haven’t had time for anything else. But when Camille sits down at one of their tables, all their attention instantly shifts to her. Learning that she’s been receiving threatening calls, they whisk her away to Spain in the hopes her anonymous caller will be discovered.

  Despite how wonderfully the two men treat her, Camille is hesitant. She’s concerned that her heart will be crushed if she lets her walls down. What none of them realize is Camille’s anonymous caller has been watching from the shadows, waiting for just the right time to destroy her.

  Genre: Contemporary, May-December, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 25,915 words

  SEDUCED BY

  TWO YOUNGER MEN

  Two Younger Men 2

  CHLOE LANG

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Walking into the exclusive downtown restaurant Dos Hermanos with her two best friends, Camille “Cami” Anderson couldn’t keep her anxiousness in check. “I can’t believe you two talked me into this.”

  Izzy grinned. “Somebody has to make the first move, Cami.”

  “Shouldn’t it be them, if they are interested in me at all?”

  “This is the twenty-first century,” Toni said. “Plus, this is only lunch and we’re here with you.”

  “I’ll tell you what this is. This is completely foolish.” Cami’s jitters were off the charts, urging her to turn around and leave before the two sexy chefs spotted her. “I’m a forty-two-year-old woman and I doubt either of them have turned thirty yet.”

  Toni shook her head. “Let me say it again, sweetie. This is the twenty-first century.”

  “And look at me, Cami,” Izzy said. “You and I are the same age. My husbands are the same age as Roberto, thirty, and Miguel is only one year younger.”

  “You’re right, Izzy. In fact, I would have never even dreamed that a woman could have a relationship with two men until you. Your marriage is wonderful, but that can’t work for everyone.”

  “Oh, really? Why can’t it?”

  “Because…uh…”

  “You don’t have a reason, do you?”

  “I guess not, but I’m a nervous wreck.”

  Toni put her arm around her. “All you need is a big glass of wine and you’ll be fine.”

  “This isn’t college.” She, Toni, and Izzy were roommates throughout college, but had been friends for much longer, since first grade. “Let’s just get this over with, okay? The sooner the better.” A part of her hoped Roberto and Miguel Sanchez would be too busy in the kitchen to come out to the dining room. Another part prayed they wouldn’t be so busy.

  There were two other parties ahead of them waiting to be seated. The woman behind the hostess desk picked up the phone. “Dos Hermanos. I’m sorry, but we are completely booked this weekend. That’s right. It’s best to book at least a week in advance.”

  Cami remembered meeting her at Izzy’s two husbands’ thirtieth birthday bash. She remembered her name was Alessandra Gomez. The gorgeous brunette worked for the owners of the restaurant, Roberto and Miguel, who had catered the event.

  Just thinking about those two men made her weak in the knees. After getting acquainted with them right before the party, Roberto and Miguel had asked for Cami’s help in
the kitchen that night. It was obvious they really didn’t need her since they had a full staff on hand, including Alessandra, but whatever their reasons, Cami was glad they’d asked her. She’d felt such a connection with Roberto and Miguel. They were warm, funny, and so freaking good-looking. Since that night, she hadn’t been able to get them off her mind.

  Alessandra looked up from her call, greeted one of the other parties, and then the woman’s dark-brown eyes landed on her. Alessandra smiled at her before handing menus to the other customers.

  “Do you two remember her?” she asked Toni and Izzy. They both nodded.

  “We met her the night of Jay and Clay’s birthday party,” Izzy said.

  “Yes. She was helping in the kitchen.”

  “She doesn’t look like kitchen help,” Toni whispered. “That girl belongs on a runway modeling designer clothes in Paris or Milan.”

  “She is quite stunning, isn’t she? I bet she’s close to the same age as your kids and Izzy’s Gabby.” Toni had two sons who were in college and Izzy’s oldest daughter had just graduated from college and was already working on her Master’s.

  “You’re probably right,” Toni agreed. “But then again, you can’t tell anyone’s real age these days.”

  Cami watched as Alessandra conducted herself behind the hostess desk. “God, look how calm and in control she is, just the opposite of how I feel at the moment. She’s the whole package. Looks. Brains. Everything.”

  “She is pretty, but you are beautiful,” Izzy said. “Smart? Maybe, but you are brilliant. Cami, you’ve got everything going for you. It’s long overdue for you to be happy.”

  “You’re just biased.” Cami loved her friends. They’d been by her side at her darkest moment.

  “Only because I know you inside and out, and you’re just as beautiful on the inside.”

  “It’s so nice to see you again, Ms. Anderson.”

  “Nice to see you, too, Alessandra, but please call me Cami. These are my friends, Toni and Izzy.”

  “Pleasure, ladies.” Alessandra looked down at her iPad. “I hope you have a reservation, but if you don’t, I think I can work something out anyway.”

  “We have a reservation,” Toni said. “Party of three under my last name, Edmunds.”

  Alessandra smiled. “Right here, Mrs. Edmunds.”

  “Actually it’s Ms. Edmunds.” Toni had taken back her maiden name after the divorce.

  “My apologies, Ms. Edmunds.” Alessandra waved over one of the waitstaff. “This is Marcos, and he will take you to your table. Cami, let me know if you need anything, anything at all.”

  “Thank you. I’m sure we’ll be fine.” But she didn’t feel fine. Just breathe, Cami.

  This was her first time to Dos Hermanos and she was taken aback at how beautifully decorated it was. She took it all in as Marcos led them to their table. The rectangular bar was packed with customers sitting on tall leather chairs.

  The entire space had a modern feel, with glass and metal adornments, but the fabrics and color choices on the wall added warmth. She loved the decor and wondered how much Roberto and Miguel had contributed to it.

  “This is your table, ladies.” Marcos pulled out the chairs for them.

  She couldn’t believe how gorgeous this place was. Their table sat by an arched window that provided an unobstructed view to a patio awash in color with a beautiful wall fountain of terracotta tiles.

  “Thank you. This will do nicely, Marcos,” Toni said, taking a seat in one of the plush chairs.

  Cami and Izzy also sat down. The table was covered in a linen tablecloth. To the right was an expansive wine display that could be seen through a wall of glass.

  “Marcos, we’d like to start with a bottle of wine,” Izzy said, turning to her and winking. “Her favorite is Moscato. The sweeter the better.”

  She laughed. “You’re one to talk about me liking sweet drinks, Izzy. I remember our sophomore year when you and this one”—she pointed at Toni—“downed an entire pitcher of piña coladas and wanted me to mix up another batch.”

  Her two friends laughed.

  “Thank God you didn’t,” Toni said. “I doubt I would’ve been able to make class the next day if you had.”

  Izzy nodded. “But if you would rather have piña coladas, I’m all for that.”

  “You just want to get me into trouble, don’t you?” She glanced at the swinging door where waiters were going back and forth. That had to be the way to the kitchen, where Roberto and Miguel were cooking.

  Toni turned to Marcos. “A pitcher of piña coladas for the table, please.”

  The young man grinned. “Coming right up.”

  By the time they finished their appetizers of stuffed mushrooms and cocktail shrimp, which were delicious, Izzy poured the remainder of the pitcher into Cami’s glass.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked, taking another quick peek at the swinging door.

  Marcos approached and asked, “Another pitcher, ladies?”

  “Not for me,” Cami said. “I’ve had plenty.”

  He cleared their dishes. “I believe your meals are ready. I will bring them out.”

  Feeling the warmth of the piña coladas, she blurted, “Will you also bring the two gorgeous chefs who cooked our meals? Oh my God. What did I just say?” Her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. “Just kidding.”

  Marcos smiled, and Toni and Izzy laughed.

  “I’ll be right back, señoritas.”

  After he was out of earshot, she said, “It’s not even one and I’m making a fool of myself because you two had to have drinks.”

  Toni grinned. “Wine, beer, or alcohol always did act like a truth serum for you, Cami.”

  She shrugged. “What can I say? The Sanchez brothers are hot as hell.”

  “We are?” someone behind her asked.

  She recognized the voice of Miguel Sanchez and thought about crawling under the table.

  Chapter Two

  Roberto watched Cami turn around slowly. Her face was flushed, enhancing her already incredible beauty. Her long auburn locks hung past her shoulders. Her gorgeous blue eyes were wide.

  This angel thinks Miguel and I are hot as hell. Wanting to keep her on her toes, he smiled and waited for her to respond to his question.

  But Miguel spoke first, giving her a way to save face. “Muy caliente, señorita. Especially in the kitchen. ” With a sly grin, his brother wiped his brow. “We’ll get Marcos to check the AC.”

  Toni and Izzy covered their mouths, turned their heads, and began giggling.

  “Stop it, you two,” Cami said, fanning her face with her hands. “It really is warm.”

  He grinned. “Hot as hell, as you already pointed out.”

  She squirmed in the chair.

  “When we found out you were coming, we prepared some special dishes for you,” Miguel told them. “Marcos is bringing them out now.”

  “Who let you know we were coming?” Cami asked, glaring at her two friends.

  “It wasn’t me,” Toni said. “I swear.”

  “Me either,” Izzy added, looking confused.

  “Who, then?” Cami demanded. He liked her fire and couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

  “We can answer that,” Miguel said. “Isabella’s husbands called us about an event they wanted the restaurant to host for their company in a couple of weeks. They happened to mention that the three of you were having lunch here today.”

  Clay and Jay had tried to pass it off as just a casual comment, but he knew them better than that and so did Miguel. They’d all been friends for years. Clay and Jay could have called any time to set up the event. It was only an excuse to give him and Miguel a heads-up.

  “I should have known.” Izzy smiled. “I love those two knuckleheads, but they don’t know how to keep a secret.”

  “Why was it a secret?” he asked, continuing to stare into Cami’s baby blues.

  Her face turned red again. “This was their idea. I
just wanted to have lunch. That’s all.” She pointed at the two other women. “You should ask them. They’re the ones who dragged me here.”

  Although enjoying watching her squirm, he planted a fake frown on his face. “They had to drag you here? We really do have good food, Camille.”

  “I didn’t…mean it that way. I’m thrilled to be at Dos Hermanos. This is very special. I’ve always wanted to come here, especially since everyone says your food is so delicious. I can’t wait to try it, especially today, since you made it special for us.” She turned red again. “Well, I guess the words of the day are ‘especially’ and ‘special.’ At least for me.”

  “It’s special for us, too,” Miguel said, “to have you in our restaurant. And here’s Marcos with your lunch.”

  Marcos placed the dishes in front of the three women.

  “We’ve prepared a trio of enchiladas for you.” Miguel moved closer to the table, standing next to Cami’s chair. “The first is a chicken breast with our signature mole that has been featured in D Magazine as the best in Dallas three years in a row.”

  As Miguel continued describing the dishes, Roberto took a step closer to the other side of Cami. He inhaled her fragrance, which he could not recognize but was so delicious it made his mouth water.

  “The final enchilada is filled with three cheeses we import from Spain.” Miguel grabbed Cami’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Enjoy.”

  Roberto took her other hand, pressing his lips to her delicate skin. “Once you taste our food, señorita, I am certain you will not need to be dragged here next time, and let me assure you that we will make the temperature to your liking. Cold. Warm.” He grinned. “Hot.”