Two Billionaires Next Door: A Dark Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  A satisfied growl escapes my throat.

  I didn’t even know how much I craved having her in front of me again.

  But now that she’s here I’m going to make sure to not waste the time.

  7

  Mindy

  I melt away as Ethan kisses me. There are no other words to describe the way his touch makes me feel. Despite our spat at his place, or maybe because of it, the heat between us is even higher now.

  His tongue runs across my teeth, probing and exploring each inch of my mouth. A hand comes up and grips the back of my neck, fingers digging into me. He has me locked into place, my face pressed tightly against his own.

  He breaks off the kiss and a little whimper leaves me. If I had my head on straight, if I weren’t full of burning longing, I would maybe feel ashamed. But right now all I can think about is getting Ethan’s mouth back on me.

  A finger hooks my chin and my face is turned around. Zack’s lips hover inches from mine. Before I can take another breath his mouth grazes across mine, the teasing touch making me shiver. I tilt my face up a little more, silently begging for a real kiss, but Zack takes his time, running his mouth slowly across mine and nipping my bottom lip.

  Finally he kisses me, a real and deep kiss. It shakes me to the core, just like Ethan’s, but in a different way. I remember kissing Zack years ago, remember the excitement it brought. There’s something different about his kiss now, and it must be because Ethan is here.

  Separate they’re both good lays, I’m sure of it. But together they’re yin and yang, existing both together and within each other.

  Together they’re perfection.

  Hands slide along my thighs and work their way under the hem of my shorts. Ethan’s strong palms press against the sides of my thighs and slip underneath my butt, lifting me up from the seat a little bit.

  Zack’s kiss becomes deeper, a new hunger emerging from it. His hands wrap around my waist. I shake at the touch, my body charged with a magnetic energy which draws me towards him. I break the kiss just long enough to lift up and swing over and onto his seat.

  My legs land on either side of him. He welcomes me, pressing his palms against my back and pushing me down onto him. His length is hard and straining against his pants. My leg slightly brushes it and he groans into my mouth.

  My hands travel down over his shoulders and across his hips. They brush against his bulge but he grabs both my hands in his and holds them still.

  “No,” he says into my mouth.

  I freeze. A hot breath hits my neck and Ethan slides his lips along my ear. “We’re in control,” he whispers.

  I shake and nearly collapse. The first and only time I had with these two men has been haunting me each day and night since then. Nothing can replace the feeling they give me, the thrill of being completely taken and overpowered.

  I let my wrists drop.

  “Good girl,” Ethan softly says into my ear.

  I open my mouth to respond but only a low moan comes out. He’s sucking on my neck, sending spurts of pleasure through me. Zack kisses me again, his fingers working on the button of my shorts.

  Ethan pushes my hair away from my neck, twisting and tugging it into a ball in his hand. My shorts undone, Zack pushes his fingers in through the thin opening of the zipper. They brush the bottom of my mound and I gasp. All of the anticipation and tamped down desire has led to ecstasy jumping through me even at the slightest touch.

  Zack rubs my swollen clit, his touch so soft I want to beg him for more. They’re in charge, though. If he’s going to tease me I’m going to take it.

  I’m going to take it and I’m going to like it, painful as it might also be.

  Ethan grabs my waist and pulls me off of Zack. I go willingly, my shaky legs planting to the floor. Ethan goes back to kissing my neck, his hands running over the cups of my bra and down across my stomach. My head drops back, followed by all my weight. I collapse against Ethan, him being the only thing holding me up.

  “Sit down,” he growls.

  I obey, resuming my own seat. With a hungry look in his eyes, Ethan towers in front of me. His pupils drink me in, running the length of my body. Wherever he looks at me I swear it feels like a touch.

  Zack stands, his hands undoing his pants. My breath hitches in my throat. His dick emerges, thick and veined, pointing straight at me.

  My fingers twitch, I want to touch him so badly. I wait though, loving the feeling of having no say in what’s happening.

  Ethan grabs the top of my shorts and pulls them down and off, taking my shoes with them. My panties remain, the soaking fabric gluing me to my seat. With a heavy twist, he balls them in his hands and then rips them clean off of me. The torn pieces fall to the floor, leaving me fully exposed below the waist.

  Ethan palms the top of my slit and I cry out.

  He smirks. “That sensitive, huh?”

  Before I can answer, he glances up at Zack. “Do you want to suck him off?”

  I lick my dry lips. “Yes,” I rasp.

  “Good. Take hold of him.”

  Eagerly, I reach out and take hold of Zack’s fully erect dick. A bit of liquid from the tip pricks my thumb and I roll his length between my fingers. He sighs softly and pushes his hips forward, shuffling even closer to me. My mouth waters at his tip’s close proximity to my lips.

  A soft pressure hits my opening. Ethan pushes one finger into me, followed by a second one. He strokes me steadily, increasing the pressure on my walls. I buck my hips up at him, silently begging for more. We’ve only just begun and already my head is spinning.

  Zack’s dick pulses in my hand. I squeeze it a little and run my fingers up and down its entire length. A turn of my head is all it takes to pop it in between my lips.

  His familiar taste covers my tongue, sweet and salty at the same time. I suck hard on him, enjoying the taste of his skin and precum.

  Ethan gets down on his knees and spreads my legs wide. His forearms hook under my knees and he lifts them up, pushing my groin into his face.

  Heat from his breath strokes my opening and I close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation. His wet tongue laps at my clit, first going slow and then fast. I suck on Zack harder, pumping the base of his dick with my hand.

  Zack groans and grabs at my head, his nails digging into my scalp.

  The pleasure between my legs roller coasters, speeding up then slowing down. Over and over again, Ethan takes me to the edge then pulls back. I moan around Zack’s dick, each surge of pleasure I get spurring me on and making me suck Zack even harder.

  Ecstasy hits, wave after wave of it crashing into me and pulling me down. I grip Zack tighter. He’s so hard his girth fills my whole mouth. He groans louder, about to hit his own peak. Unexpectedly he pulls out and steps away, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly parted.

  A belt jingles. Ethan unzips his pants and pulls his length out. It presses gingerly against my opening. He slides it up, moving it across my slit. Wetness pools in me again, leaking out and soaking the both of us. With a swift push he goes in, filling me with his whole length.

  I grasp at the seat’s arms, holding on tight as Ethan pummels me. Sweat drips down his temples, the hair on the sides of his face becoming darker thanks to being wet. Still standing next to us, Zack trails his hands up my stomach. He pushes my bra cups up, allowing my breasts to pop out from underneath.

  My nipples point towards the roof, burning and begging to be touched. Somehow, Zack knows just what they need. He rolls them between his fingers, softly massaging them then tweaking and pinching them. A bit of pain shoots through my nipples, but each spark of discomfort is followed by a rush of pleasure.

  The good sensations in my breasts join those between my thighs. Ethan lifts one of my legs, extending it up straight and hitting a new angle inside of me. His free hand comes down and pushes against my clit, rubbing the spot that’s still sore.

  After a few seconds all discomfort is gone, pleasure the only thing my body
knows. A fresh wave of it hits me like a freight train. I cry out as an orgasm wrecks me.

  Ethan grunts in pleasure and pulls out. Stroking himself, he takes a step back to gaze down at me. I pant and gaze back up at him. Though I’ve just enjoyed another release, I’m anything but satiated.

  No words are spoken, but there seems to be a silent agreement between the two men. Ethan steps out of the way and Zack takes his place in front of me, his dick sliding easily in. A bit of pain hits, my walls sore from the constant attention. The pleasure overrides the discomfort, though. Zack holds onto my hips as he thrusts into me.

  Ethan comes a little closer, one hand around his dick. His other one comes down and presses against my clit. His thumb makes circles and I quiver again, dangerously close to death by ecstasy.

  I stare hungrily at Ethan’s dick, pulsating in his hand. He smirks and goes to straddle me. Standing right over my chest, one leg on either side of me, he lowers his hips. His dick slips into my mouth. I slurp at it, the slight thrusts of him against the back of my throat mimicking the stronger ones of Zack between my thighs.

  The pleasure in my core strengthens and I explode, my moan muffled around Ethan’s girth. He grabs the top of my head in both hands and thrusts harder into my mouth. Hot liquid strikes the back of my throat. I swallow it, taking it all down as the last waves of my orgasm travel through me.

  Ethan stills against me, his hands still in my hair. Close by, Zack gasps and pulls out. His warm release spills across my stomach.

  Ethan pulls slowly out of my mouth and steps away. Zack gasps and drops his head, heavy pants escaping his chest.

  Ethan drops into the seat to the right of me and Zack into the left one. Our heavy pants fill the box. On the other side of the tinted glass the baseball game continues, the Yankees claiming a base.

  “Home run,” Ethan murmurs.

  Zack chuckles.

  I close my sore thighs and pick up the cloth shards that were, at one time, my panties.

  “Sorry,” Ethan says.

  I grin. “It was worth it.”

  “I’ll send a whole box of them to your house. Hope you like lace.”

  I feel Zack’s eyes on me. When I turn my face he quickly looks away.

  Pulling what’s left of my clothes on, I settle back against my seat.

  “Fresh beers?” Ethan asks.

  I take a taste of what’s in my plastic cup and find it warm. “Ugh. Yeah, that sounds nice. Thanks.”

  Ethan chuckles and stands. “I’ll be right back.”

  As soon as he leaves Zack clears his throat. I look over at him. It’s just like when we got to the box, except instead of me being alone with Ethan it’s me being alone with Zack.

  “I’m glad you came,” he says.

  I nod. “Me too.”

  His jaw ticks. I hold my breath and wait, wondering if he’s going to try and restart the conversation we almost had in the hospital.

  A long moment passes and he doesn’t say anything. Instead of watching the game, though, he looks down at his lap.

  Finally I can no longer take it. “Zack...”

  He looks up at me.

  I go on. “My life… I just...” I’m fumbling for the right thing to say and I don’t know why. Everything seemed so clear when this whole thing began between us, and now I’m finding it difficult to even keep my head straight.

  “It’s all right,” Zack answers.

  I study him. “I didn’t really explain anything.”

  He sighs then gives a rueful chuckle. “But it’s still all right.”

  My heart twinges. I was so afraid he was about to ask me something I didn’t want to hear. What if he were to try and see me regularly, either with Ethan or separately?

  I wouldn’t do separately.

  I start at the thought, which seems to have come out of nowhere. I wouldn’t see them regularly together, forget separately.

  I focus my eyes on the baseball game, trying to forget the little mental slip up I just had.

  There is no me and Zack. There is no me and Ethan. There is definitely, definitely no me, Zack, and Ethan all together.

  I’ve already set the rules for myself. I missed my chance with Zack. It’s time for me to get the heck over that and move on.

  8

  Zack

  I run my thumb over my lower lip and keep staring at the same spread sheet my eyes have been on for the last ten minutes. The numbers blur together, making less sense with each passing second.

  I have to face it. With one main thing on my mind, there’s not going to be room for anything else. Right now, for me, it’s Mindy, Mindy, Mindy.

  “Shit.”

  I sigh and angrily push my rolling chair away from the desk. I rub my temples and look out through my office’s glass wall. The open working space outside buzzes with activity. I’m probably the least productive person on my staff today.

  I’m being stupid. I know it. Just to have Mindy on my mind so much is a bad idea. It’s only been three days since the three of us went to the game but I’m already craving another go with her. In her presence, thoughts of every other woman have been vanquished from my mind. I can’t go on a date or touch another woman without remembering Mindy is out there. Granted, I haven’t pursued any other women since finding her again, but I already know trying to chase anyone else will be pointless.

  Does she feel the same way? Is she thinking about me as much as I am about her?

  And what about Ethan? He’s already said he loves how little Mindy expects out of us. He’s not even really into making hooking up with a girl a regular thing. Doing so has gotten messy for him one too many times. It’s why he likes to play the field, even if it means spreading himself thin as he can go.

  Mindy’s probably never going to commit. I know that. I accepted it years ago. Even back when we weren’t much more than just kids, I wasn’t what she wanted. She had something against getting with a guy from her neighborhood. I knew because she flat out told me.

  What I don’t get today is why she’s so against seeing me regularly now. We’re years away from the people we used to be, the dumb kids who had no thoughts for the future.

  No, I realize, raking my fingers through my hair. Mindy had thoughts for the future. It was why she didn’t want me.

  Back when we lived in the Bronx she wanted to keep herself open. She couldn’t bear the thought of tying herself down to any one guy.

  So it must still be that way.

  I should accept it. I really should.

  But damn it if I can’t seem to.

  There have been women since Mindy. Of course there have been. I’ve had one or two stints with semi-serious girlfriends, but mostly my experiences with women have been based on having fun. The last ten years I’ve been too busy with school and work to think about trying to get girls in my life in any permanent sort of way. The couple girls who became fixtures in my life eventually left because I couldn’t give them the time and attention they needed.

  But now that things have settled down, now that I have my growing business and, finally, some free time on my hands, I wonder if it’s not time I started considering having a woman in my life.

  Then there’s the whole issue of Ethan. Where does he fall into my future plans? I already know I like sharing a girl a hell of a lot more with him than I do having a girl all to myself.

  How would my getting a serious relationship affect what we already have going with girls?

  It doesn’t matter. It can’t be Mindy.

  I know she can’t fill that role in my life. I also know I haven’t thought about any other woman since running into her that day in Castle Hill.

  I’m fucked. That’s what I am. Seriously fucked.

  Slapping my palm against the table, I give up. It’s time to throw the towel in and go with my gut.

  Ethan arrives an hour after I text him, breezing across the main space with the top of his shirt unbuttoned.

  “So European,” I say with a nod at his
collar when he walks in through my open door.

  He grins. “I thought I’d dress down for… Why did you call me all the way over here? Maybe I’m going out on a limb but I’m guessing it has something to do with lunch.”

  “Sure.”

  His eyes narrow at me then he turns and closes the door. Shaking his head, he goes and sits in one of the chairs across from me, all playfulness gone from his face. “This is about Mindy.”

  I feel myself jerk. “Why do you assume that?”

  He crosses one leg over the other and steeples his fingers on top of his knee. “Because we haven’t gotten with any other girl since she’s shown up.”

  I lean back in my seat, slowly bouncing the chair. “And why is that?”

  “Please don’t say it’s because she’s special.”

  The way he says it makes it feel like a personal jab. “And why not? Why can’t I say that she’s special?”

  “Because I get the distinct impression, Zack, that she doesn’t want to be special to me or you. Also, I don’t want her to be.”

  I study his eyes, looking to see if there’s something there he isn’t revealing. “But really, how do you feel about her? Do you feel like she...”

  “No,” he sharply says.

  “You’re shooting me down awfully quickly.”

  His words are clipped. “Because I know what you’re going to say. Now where are we going to have lunch? There’s a new Thai place on seventh. It’s sure to be packed but I can get us in.”

  “You have to admit the sex is great.”

  “I want lunch.”

  “The best we’ve ever had with a girl.”

  “Forget Thai. I’ll go to McDonald’s if it’s going to end this conversation.”

  “I get that you don’t want something serious.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “How would that even work between the three of us?”

  I shrug. “Sex works.”

  “Sex is simple. Relationships are not.”

  “I know you like how easy it is with Mindy, but don’t you at least want to make hook ups a regular thing? I’ve been going crazy since the ball game.”