Two Billionaires Next Door: A Dark Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  Primal moans fill the room, Mindy’s choked. My hips buck of their own accord, wanting desperately to get more of Mindy. I still force myself to take my time. Holding my dick securely at the base, I push into her. Soft, velvety walls pull me in. I throw my head back and groan. The pleasure is so intense I’m losing it. I’m actually going insane.

  Each of my hands find an ass cheek. My fingers dig in, nails locking down into her. I bury my whole length into Mindy, reveling in the sound she makes when I hit her sweet spot.

  Over and over I impale her, each time receiving the same satisfying reaction. She moans and gasps against Ethan’s cock, her ass eagerly pushing up against my hips.

  Her muscles clench around me, drawing me deeper into her. A muffled shriek leaves her as she explodes hard on me, her ecstasy shaking both of us in wave after wave.

  “Oh God,” I groan, holding onto her for dear life. Pleasure strikes me like white hot lightning. I keep my eyes trained on her lips. They bob up and down on Ethan’s length. I burst, shooting everything I have into Mindy. She buries Ethan fully in her throat, sucking him dry.

  My vision blurs and I’m still against her, my hands still glued to her ass cheeks.

  Gradually I back out and go to collapse on the bed. Mindy stretches her arms above her head and turns to wink at me before coming and sitting down next to me.

  “Oh my God,” she says, falling back onto the mattress.

  I do the same. “You got that right.”

  Ethan clears his throat. Mindy and I both sit up to take him in. Still fastened securely by the rope, he hasn’t budged an inch since Mindy put him there. “Someone want to untie me?”

  I grin wickedly. “What do you think, Mindy? Should we just leave him there for the maid to find him?”

  Ethan colors. “The maid is off today.”

  “Then it’ll have to be your mother, I guess.”

  Mindy laughs. Ethan just purses his lips and glowers.

  15

  Ethan

  I clean myself up as best I can, but still feel Mindy’s mouth on me. Any other time I would welcome such a feeling, but it’s kind of awkward considering we’re in a house with my whole family right after she sucked me off.

  We leave my old bedroom and amble downstairs. In the foyer is something new—an untrimmed Christmas tree. It must have gotten delivered while we were upstairs. I stare at it as we pass by. My family’s not usually so eager to decorate for the holidays. Traditionally, they wait until a couple weeks before Christmas to put the tree up.

  With a start, though, I realize Christmas really isn’t that far away. What, like, four weeks?

  It seems just like a few weeks ago Zack and I started seeing Mindy. And now it’s almost winter…

  When was the first time I met her, anyway? July?

  The two of them walk ahead of me, laughing about something. How is it four months went by so fast?

  When we first hooked up with Mindy I didn’t even expect for there to be a second round. I was happy if it happened and happy if it didn’t. After the second and third times I still didn’t put much stock into it all. Certainly, I didn’t think we’d still be hooking up with her come four months.

  It’s almost like an anniversary.

  I shake my head. Shit. Where did that thought come from?

  The whole family sits in the kitchen, collected around the table and the island. Though Mom stands at the stove stirring something in a little pot, it definitely has nothing to do with Thanksgiving dinner. That we always get catered, brought to us from a Southampton company specializing in serving rich socialites whose cooks are off for the day.

  “Hello there,” Mom beams once she sees us. “Would anyone like some spiced cider?”

  “That sounds great,” Mindy smiles back. “Thank you, Mrs. Wilkes.”

  I can’t help but beam at Mindy. She’s so nice and polite. If you were to bring a girl home to meet your family, she’s exactly the kind to be picked.

  “It’s spiked,” Mom says with a wink.

  “Even better.”

  “Mindy,” Grandpa booms, patting the stool next to him. “Have a seat next to me. We can swap embarrassing stories about Zack.” He chortles and then chokes over his laugh.

  “Sounds good,” Mindy responds. “Although I warn you. I’ve known Zack since elementary school. I’ve got a few good ones under my belt.”

  Mom pulls out mugs and pours everyone some cider. The hot liquid warms me up, the rum doing its bonus part of calming my nerves. I still feel kind of weird about having had sex upstairs.

  Which is funny, because it’s not the first time I’ve had a girl in my family’s home. In high school I was the king of sneaking them in.

  Maybe today is different because Zack was there too.

  No. That doesn’t make sense either. We once hooked up with a girl at my family’s penthouse on Madison while my grandfather took a nap right down the hall and I suffered from absolute zero guilt afterwards.

  The only answer is this weird feeling has something to do with Mindy.

  I stare down into my apple cider. Jesus, things get so confusing in my head sometimes.

  “Where did you three get to?” Dad asks.

  I look at Zack then Mindy, whose eyes go a little wide.

  “Just hanging around upstairs,” Zack says.

  “Upstairs,” I, completely unnecessarily, repeat.

  “Oh yeah?” Jeff cracks. He winks at Zack. “Or did you two ditch Ethan?”

  Emily, who I barely know but seems decent enough, smiles into her mug. At least someone thinks the guy is funny.

  Irritation pricks me. “No,” I sharply say.

  “Jeff,” Mom says, “Don’t be crass, please. Your parents wouldn’t stand for that were they here.”

  Jeff smiles an apology until Mom looks away, then he makes a kissing face at Zack.

  I’m so pissed I could punch my cousin. I don’t even know why.

  I’ve never been jealous of Zack. How could I be when the thing that turns me on the most is seeing a woman I’m with also with him? So even if he and Mindy were off getting frisky I wouldn’t be worried. I’d just be eager to join in.

  It’s something about my family talking about Zack and Mindy being a couple that bothers me. As far as they know, I’m completely out of the equation.

  I don’t like that.

  Which is another thing I don’t understand. My family does not need to know that Zack and I like to share girls. What would the point of that even be?

  The whole thing sits heavily on my mind the next couple hours while the group chats and plays board games. By the time the catering staff arrives and sets everything up I’ve basically decided to just put the matter out of my mind. I’ll mull it all over when I’m better equipped.

  Right now I’ve had three bourbons plus the spiked cider and I’m just ready to eat some fucking turkey and not have to think about confusing issues.

  We file into the candle lit dining room, Mindy immediately going to the spot in between me and Zack. I pull the chair out for her and then wait for her to get settled so I can push it back in. Zack pours her some water from the glass pitcher in the center of the table.

  “What gentlemen.”

  I look down the table to see my Mom beaming at us. “I’m glad to see you treating a lady so well, Ethan.”

  I smirk. “If I’m ever a gentleman, it’s thanks to Zack. He’s the one that actually remembers things like that. He must have rubbed off on me.”

  Mindy places a hand on my arm, the touch sending warmth throughout me. “Come on, that’s not true. You can be really polite.”

  I smile down at her, then feel my mother’s eyes still on us. Quickly, I whip my head away from Mindy, eager to look at anything but her. “Where’s the, uh, wine? We’re having wine, right?”

  Drinks are poured and plates filled. The cacophony of multiple conversations fills the room. With Thanksgiving in full swing I feel less self-conscious, more able to enjoy the meal.
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br />   Zack leans around Mindy to look at me. “What time are you thinking we should head back?”

  Mindy, busy cutting her turkey into little slices, looks at me with interest.

  I shrug. “Whenever you two want to.” I look at the woman next to me. “Mindy?”

  She smiles. “I’m good. I don’t have to be at work till Saturday.”

  She puts a small piece of food in her mouth and there’s something seductive about it. Heat rolls through me. Zack knows what’s going on. He smirks at me and reaches behind Mindy to punch me on the shoulder.

  “You okay, big boy?” he asks.

  “Fine,” I grunt.

  “Oh,” Mindy murmurs. “You have something here.” Her thumb rubs something off of my forehead. The touch does nothing to satiate my thirst for her.

  As soon as this meal is over we are out of the Hamptons. Pronto.

  The bustle of activity in the room has quieted a bit. I tear my gaze away from Mindy and focus on my own plate. When I look up both Jeff and Mom are looking at me. I shoot my cousin a questioning look. He just shrugs and looks away.

  The rest of the meal passes in a relatively normal state. Dessert and aperitifs seem to take forever. Mindy’s knee keeps brushing on mine and driving me crazy.

  I’m glad when everyone leaves the table, retiring to the living room to start a fire.

  “We should be going,” I tell my parents as soon as I can get to them.

  Mom looks at me in confusion. “So soon? Don’t you want to stay to trim the tree?”

  I glance over my shoulder at Mindy and Zack. “Uh… It’s just, I have a lot of work to do.”

  “So do it here,” Dad says, grabbing a log from the pile. “You’re not going into the office, are you? It’s Thanksgiving.”

  “No,” I admit.

  He nods in the direction of his home office. “So go take some quiet time.”

  Mom nods. “There’s no reason to make your friends rush. Look how much fun Mindy is having.”

  She’s right. Zack and Jeff are just finishing bringing the tree into the living room while Mindy, on the couch, goes through the ornament boxes with Emily. The smile on her face is so wide I can’t even think about making her leave. Not just yet anyway.

  “All right,” I agree. “We’ll stay a little longer.”

  Mom steps up to me and places her hand on my shoulder. Her sweet perfume fills the air. “You’re such a good friend to her.”

  I study my mother. “How can you tell?”

  She smiles coyly. “I can see it in the way you’re so attentive. You and Zack both… The three of you seem… so close.”

  I swallow hard. Shit. One trip home and my straight laced mother already suspects what’s really going on between the three of us.

  She’s definitely reading the vibe between us.

  For the very first time the thought of me, Zack and Mindy co-existing in a regular kind of way makes me… pleased.

  Content.

  Maybe even happy.

  I smile at my mother and wind my way through the furniture strewn across the room.

  “Zack.”

  “What’s up?” he asks, wiping dirt from the tree off his hands.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  He reads the seriousness in my eyes and follows me out into the hall.

  “What’s up?” he whispers the second we reach a fair distance from the living room.

  “Mindy,” I manage to say.

  He nods. “Uh-huh?”

  I lick my lips. “Let’s ask her. Next weekend.”

  His eyes narrow. “You keep saying this...”

  “This time I mean it.” I stare him down, daring him to now believe me.

  He lets out a heavy exhale. “Wow. All right. But let’s get clear. What exactly are we presenting her with?”

  I lick my dry lips. “We said before we’d ask her to meet up twice a week, right?”

  He nods. “Some weeks we do see her that much.”

  “So what if… what if we…” I can’t believe I’m saying this. Where the Hell is this part of me coming from? It’s crazy, but some things have to be done. If we don’t lock Mindy down in a real, official way we might lose her for good.

  “Ethan?”

  I stare deep into his eyes. “What if we make her ours?”

  His eyebrows travel all the way up to his hairline. “Are you serious?”

  I check my stomach. Absolutely no queasiness going on there. “Yes. I’m very serious.”

  Zack rubs the back of his neck. “It might scare her away. Remember how hard it was just to get her to come back a second time?”

  “But that was months ago. Things have changed.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’ve changed. Mindy’s not like other women. She gives us our space. She doesn’t suffocate us. She’s not paranoid or clingy. She’s a one in a million girl, Zack.”

  “I know,” he seriously says. “I’ve known for years.”

  I cross my arms, my heart rate increasing. “So I’m thinking we make her a really nice dinner at home and then we ask her. It’s worth a shot. If things go on the way they are...”

  “We might lose her,” he finishes, looking scared. “All right.”

  16

  Mindy

  I stare at Zack’s dining room, hardly able to believe my eyes. Though his penthouse is nice, it’s never looked so… romantic.

  The second I came through the door I knew something was different. The lights were dimmed low and the whole place smelled like roses.

  Walking into the dining room, though, I was blown away. With candles covering the table and what might be hundreds of roses in vases on the floor, something’s up.

  I turn to look at the guys. “What’s this about?”

  They glance at each other, then look back at me. Neither of them says a thing.

  “Well?” I demand.

  Ethan clears his throat. “We wanted to give you a nice night… A proper date.”

  A proper date.

  It’s the thing I always want to hear and yet know I can’t. It’s the thing I’ve been working hard to avoid these past few months.

  Proper dates are not things you go on when you’re just hooking up with guys.

  This stopped being hooking up long ago.

  I know it. Things have gone too far. I’ve spent every ounce of my energy trying to keep my feelings in check. Not only have I fallen hard for Zack, I’ve also fallen hard for Ethan. It’s the thing we all assumed wouldn’t happen.

  It’s a recipe for disaster.

  There’s no place for real romance in this threesome we have going on.

  Still… It’s been a long time since I’ve been wooed. What girl could say no to roses and dinner covered by silver platters?

  One night. That’s all. I’ll let them show me one night of romance. After that things will go back to the way they were. I’ll have to be careful about how much time I spend with them. I’ve been coming over to their places way too much the last couple months. It’s almost like I’ve forgotten all the reasons we can’t get more deeply involved.

  I’ve almost let myself get carried away by the fantasy of it all.

  Yes, one night of romance. That’s all. Tomorrow things go back to strictly sex.

  Assuming I can even handle just that now.

  “Have a seat,” Ethan says, taking my hand. Zack pulls out my chair and they settle down across from me. They’re gorgeous, really. Sometimes I forget just how attractive they are. Zack, with his dimples and matching dark hair and eyes, and Ethan with his strong jaw and sky blues eyes. Just one of them alone would be enough to make any girl swoon.

  With a flourish, Zack pulls the covers off the plates. “We made it ourselves,” he grins. “Steak and lobster with roasted garlic butter, braised Brussel sprouts, and fennel mashed potatoes.”

  I stare at him. “No you didn’t.”

  Ethan laughs. “We have a few tricks up our sleeves.”

  “Cooking just happens to be
one of them,” Zack says, grabbing a ladle. He starts serving me.

  The meal is delicious. We talk about work and the upcoming Christmas. Zack and Ethan are both headed back to the Hamptons to spend time with Ethan’s family. I’ll be with mine in Castle Hill. Although I know they shouldn’t really ask me to go back to Southampton with them, I’m disappointed they don’t.

  I can’t do Christmas with them, I remind myself. I’m their hook up. Nothing else. I shouldn’t have even gone to Thanksgiving.

  Once the meal is finished Ethan stands and takes me by the hand, leading me towards the door way. Zack takes my other hand and we walk together into the living room.

  The polished wood floor gleams, a beautiful wintry Manhattan night sparkling on the other side of the window panes. Zack picks up a remote and soft jazz comes across the speakers. I almost can’t take it. It’s too cheeseball romantic.

  It’s too perfect.

  It’s too right.

  I should go. I know it for sure. I should never have let things come this far. I’ve fallen for two men I can’t have, one of them allergic to commitment and the other is the one that got away.

  “I...” Before any more words leave my mouth Ethan spins me to him. His lips land against mine. His hand comes up to the back of my head, holding me secure while he kisses me.

  I feel Zack’s hands moving slowly up my back. They lightly run across my shoulders, sending shivers through me.

  Ethan’s kiss deepens, his tongue massaging its way over mine. I open my mouth wider, a little moan escaping me. All these months of hook ups and the touch of both these men still drives me wild. All thoughts of leaving have vanished, replaced instead by a burning ache to feel Ethan and Zack naked against me.

  Ethan and I continue to kiss as Zack pushes my dress off my shoulders. He unzips it and it falls into a bunch on the floor. Hot kisses hit my neck and his hands come around to the front of my chest. He plays with my breasts, tenderly rubbing them, before returning to my back and unhooking my bra.

  Soon I’m naked, nothing but my high heels still on. Zack tugs slightly on my hand and I step away from the pile of clothes bunched around my feet, my long kiss with Ethan finally broken.