Red & Blue: A MFM Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “My relationship with Vivian is something you won’t ever understand, Mayor Jeffries,” I tell him coldly. “You don’t have the patience to deserve a woman like that.”

  "You better watch yourself Mr. High and Mighty Governor," Liam says, a spark of pure anger in his eyes. "You think you have it all, don't you? You think you've got the new legislation and the Senator behind you, but let me tell you something asshole. That cute blonde you're trying to impress here today? Well, I've already slept with her, so I hope you enjoy my sloppy fucking seconds."

  That's it. Now he's really overstepped his bounds. I don't care who's watching. It's my instinct to reach back and throw my fist right into the middle of Liam's face. It hits him with a sickening thud and I see a thin line of blood leak from his nose. The punch catches him off guard and he stumbles back into the table behind him. There's a husband and wife dining at that table, and their drinks are knocked over, the contents spilling into their laps.

  "Hey, watch it!" they say, raising their arms in protest.

  But before anyone can respond, Liam flies into me, throwing a punch that grazes my jaw. Our arms are now locked together and we tumble onto the dining room floor. The outside world is a blur, but I vaguely hear shouts and murmurs coming from fellow diners. People have their cell phones out. Are they recording us? I can hear security trying to break us up, but Liam isn't slowing down and neither am I. I refuse to let him get the best of me. I have my knee on his chest and I hit him again, but now there are two police officers yelling in our direction, "Break it up!"

  Liam and I let go of each other, and one officers yells for us to get on our knees with our hands up. We both comply and as soon as we go, they walk over, pull our hands behind our backs and place them in handcuffs.

  "Do you have any idea who you're handcuffing?" I ask.

  "Save it for the judge, tough guy. We've seen enough from the two of you. We're taking you in."

  "To the county jail?" Liam asks. "You've got to be kidding. I'm the Mayor of New Kingston. You can't do this."

  The officers aren't listening and they begin reciting the Miranda warning, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law…"

  Liam looks over at me and shakes his head in disgust. "Great, now look what you've fucking done."

  "What I've done? You're the one who came marching in picking a fight."

  "Knock it off, both of you," one officer says. "You can both cool off in county."

  15

  Liam

  I know I probably shouldn't have approached Carter like that in the middle of the Harvard Club, messing up his brunch date and all, but you know what? Fuck him. He didn't need to take the first swing, did he? Fuck him and his liberal agenda—putting fucking owls before jobs. Fuck him and his plotting with Vivian. If he thinks he can steamroll me like that, he has another thing coming. Let him watch me as I fuck Vivian and then shoot his fucking owl. Then chop down his goddamn tree. And set fire to the whole fucking forest.

  At least the people will have jobs.

  I'm pacing back and forth in the holding tank like a caged tiger. I can feel the frustration of the situation coursing through my tense muscles. Carter has already been bailed out of this fucking place and here I am. I'm waiting for my lawyer to show up. Where is he? He should've been here by now. I don't even have a watch to look at, but it feels like I've already been stuck in here for an eternity.

  He better get here soon because I don't know how much longer I can be in this place. The people in here are characters—to say the least. One guy scratched the cell wall so hard his fingertips were rubbed raw, and the next claimed he once ate a shit burrito and I really don't want to know if he's telling the truth. I don't know if there's a more awful place I can be sitting right now, to be honest.

  Just as I'm getting crazy sideways stare from a fellow detainee, and I'm feeling like I may have defend myself, a guard approaches. "Mr. Jeffries, let's go. You're free to leave."

  I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god; I mean, I wasn't going to last much longer in this place and I have much more important things to do. 10,000 jobs are at stake here. I stand up and walk to the sliding gate. The guard let's me out and I'm greeted by my lawyer. He walks over and gives me a solid pat on the back.

  "Rough day, huh?" "What took you so long?" I ask.

  "I came as fast as I could. You're lucky this incident isn’t all over the news. I heard you made quite the scene."

  "Look, I didn't start this."

  "That's not what I was told. I'm hearing you stormed into the Harvard Club ready to pick a fight with the Governor."

  "Not a fight. A discussion, OK? I just needed to talk to Governor Andrews. But I guess the Governor is more hotheaded than anyone anticipated. He threw the first punch."

  "You never should have been there."

  "Instead of telling me where I should and shouldn't be, just do your fucking job as my lawyer and fix this shit storm. All of it. Understand?"

  "Yes, sir. It'll be tricky, but I'll work my magic."

  "That's what I like to hear," I say, resting my hand on his shoulder. I pay him enough damn money to be my lawyer. That's the least he can fucking do. We walk outside and the daylight is momentarily blinding. How long was I locked in there? I wonder. My lawyer ushers me to a parked limo.

  "Over here, Mr. Jeffries," he points.

  The limo is black with deeply tinted windows, and I can't see inside of them. The driver steps out to open the door for me and usher me in.

  "We'll talk again soon," my lawyer says, and waves goodbye. I watch as he walks off and then I scoot into the backseat of the limo.

  As soon as I'm inside, I look up and see an unexpected face; it's Carter.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask.

  "I'd like to ask you the same damn thing."

  "Is there something I should know, Carter?" My voice is tense.

  "Why do you always think I'm plotting against you?"

  "Because you are." Does he think I'm that much of an idiot that I don't know he's been plotting against me with Vivian. I mean even Tina Ling, the Mayor of fucking Shanghai, knows about it.

  "Look, I'm not planning on landing back in jail anytime soon, but if you keep this up, it's not going to end pretty. That much I'm sure about."

  "I'd fucking watch it if—"

  "Vivian and I are on the same page," Carter says, cutting me off mid-sentence. "I know this is all stemming from my meeting with her—all this pent up hatred of yours—let's be honest, we're both adults here, but listen to me Liam, she cares about the environment just as much as I do. And she cares about following the new environmental legislature."

  "That's funny because she clearly wasn't on the same page with you when I was sleeping with her the other night." I watch as Carter balls his fists again, and jail be damned. I know I just said I want to get as far away from this place as possible, but I'm ready to hit him where it hurts, both physically and emotionally. And I refuse to let him have the first punch this time. If he wants this to get physical, I'm ready for him.

  Just then, the door of the limo opens and I see a flash of blonde hair emerge. It's Vivian. What is she doing here? How does she know we're both in this limo?

  "This needs to stop," she says, sliding into the backseat with us. "You're both leaders. The people of New Kingston need you to cooperate and quit this fighting. We aren't going to accomplish anything with you two acting like angry schoolchildren."

  "That's convenient," I say. "It's easy to come here and say that when you're the reason why we're fighting in the first place."

  "Me?" she asks, looking at us with a surprised look on her face.

  "Don't look so shocked," I say. "First you search me out at a bar, and you sleep with me, and then you find Carter and devise a secret deal that's aimed at taking me down."

  Vivian laughs as if I'm not making any sense. Like I'm crazy.

  "Liam's right," Carter says, and for the f
irst time he seems to be on my side. "You need to choose. Who will you pick? Is it me or Liam? You can end this needless bickering."

  "No," Vivian says flatly.

  What exactly is she saying no to, I wonder. "No, what?" I ask out loud, unable to mask my confusion.

  "I don't need to choose," she replies.

  Carter and I both give each other puzzled looks. What exactly does she mean? But when I look back at her, the answer becomes clear. She slowly places one hand on my thigh and another on Carter. We both can't believe what's happening and neither of us can speak. She reaches over and lightly touches my cheek, and then my lips with her fingers. With her other hand, she slowly drags her fingers through Carter's hair. Then she leans in and before I know what's happening, she presses her lips into mine. The moment our lips touch, I know she's in control. My cock is twitching to life. All of my self-control is dissolving under her touch and there's no telling what I'm about to do.

  She leans over and drags her lips across Carter's neck, stopping to nibble on his ear and then finally moving to his lips. I know Carter's thinking the same thing—that he can't fight this. We both can't, and can you blame us? Vivian is a smart and sexy woman, and the way her blouse is hugging her perfect breasts like a second skin makes me want to rip it right off her body.

  She lets out a sigh as her lips move back to mine. We open our mouths and take each other in, our tongues pressed up against each other in a dance that I don't want to see stop. Desire is rippling through my body as her lips begin an exploration of my body.

  "Don't stop," I tell her. Even as I say that, I know we shouldn't be doing this. I can be placing my job—my entire career at risk. I shouldn't be here right now, in this car with Vivian and Carter. But she kisses my chin, my ear, my cheek, and moves down to my neck, and then even lower still, tracing the contours of my collar bone. A jolt of electricity travels down my spine. I take a deep gulp and can feel my Adam's Apple bob. She feels it too and stops to lick it with her tongue. This woman is unbelievable. I close my eyes and run my fingers through her hair, and then I surprise myself by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her back, exposing her neck and mouth. I lean into her and press my lips to hers again.

  When I release her, she keeps one hand in between my thighs and leans over to Carter. Desire is burning in his eyes.

  "I want you both," she purrs. And this time, neither of us asks her to choose.

  16

  Vivian

  Liam and Carter—two men born to conquer and lead. But now, for the first time since I met the two of them, it’s my turn to take the reigns. I do it because they need me to do it, and I do it because… Well, what else could I do? Choose? Please.

  Sitting between the two of them, the soft purr of the limo’s engine barely making itself heard, I run my tongue over my lips, the taste of both men still lingering there. I look from one to the other, the hesitancy in their eyes giving way to… something else.

  “You can’t…” Carter says, the words coming out of his mouth heavy and unsure. “We can’t.”

  I show him my smile, placing both of my hands on their knees.

  “Who says?” I ask him, leaning in and pressing my mouth against his again. He simply closes his eyes and surrenders to my kiss, his tongue eagerly sliding inside of my mouth and dancing around mine. “We can,” I continue, turning to Liam now. “And we will.”

  “This is insane,” the young mayor of New Kingston starts, but leaning toward me all the same, pressing his lips against the skin on my neck. I place my arm around his neck; running my hand through his hair as I look into Carter’s eyes.

  “It is. That’s why it’s so good,” I whisper as Carter leans into me, kissing my neck alongside Liam. They’re both enemies, rivals, and now here they are, forgetting all about their differences as their lips savor my skin. There should be more women in politics; there would be a lot less conflict that way.

  I part my legs slightly, allowing their hands to slide up from my knees and under the hem of my dress, their fingertips caressing my inner thighs. Even though they’re the most dominant men I have ever known, they are moving carefully, almost as if they were walking across a layer of thin ice. But soon enough they’ll realize that the ice won’t break under their feet, and then I’ll have my fun.

  Their fingertips keep hiking up my leg, the small patch of fabric over my pussy growing wet with anticipation. I throw my head back and close my eyes, sighing as my pussy aches for their touch. Liam is the first one; using only the tip of his index finger, he brushes it over my thong, feeling my wetness. I grab his wrist, and looking into his eyes, part my legs wider and press his hand over my pussy; he flattens the palm of his hand there, moving it back and forth as a warmness spreads from there to all of my body.

  Allowing Liam to keep busy with the space between my thighs, Carter takes his hand from under my dress and takes it to my chest, resting his open fingers on my right breast and squeezing it eagerly. He moves to my left one but then, not satisfied with feeling them over my dress, his hands move to my shoulders and he starts to peel the fabric off of my skin.

  I gasp loudly as Liam presses harder against my pussy, the fury of desire threatening to overwhelm me. Carter pushes my dress down, the fabric easily sliding down my arms and baring my lace black bra, the smooth curve of both my breasts drawing the attention of both men.

  Leaning forward and taking my back out from the seat, I allow Carter enough space for his fingers to go over my shoulders and find the clasp of my bra; a flick from his fingers and it comes undone, the cups hanging loosely over my breasts. I don’t even wait for Carter to do it. I grab my bra and push it down my arms, my hard nipples jumping into sight.

  Carter’s eyes go from my lips to my breasts, and I tangle my fingers on his hair, biting my bottom lip as an invitation.

  “Are you just going to look?” I ask, pulling his face against my chest. He doesn’t resist; he comes at once, his parted lips finding the way to one rosy nipple and wrapping themselves around it. “Yes…” I moan subdued, the touch of both men on my body blending inside of my brain and turning into a cocktail of deliriously forbidden whispers.

  As I surrender to their touch, I let my hands roam up their legs, my fingers tracing a steady line over the soft fabric of their dress pants. I go all the way to their waist, my fingers just an inch away from their crotches. My mind is bursting at the seams with the anxiety of desire, and taking a deep breath, I finally submit to it.

  Opening my hands, I flatten them over their crotches, feeling two hard shapes bulging under their trousers.

  “Oh, God,” I pant, feeling them more than ready to ravage me. My heart starts to race, a growing thump-thump-thump drowning all thoughts inside my mind and leaving just one: Carter and Liam, they’re going to take me, they’re going to make me theirs. Fantasies are built on thoughts like this… But this right here is everything but a fantasy. They're here with me, their hard cocks pushing against my hands, and this couldn’t be any less of a fantasy.

  Flicking my thong to the side, Liam brushes one finger of his against my folds, running it up and down along the length of my pussy. I tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel him pressing down on my clit at the same time, my pussy aching for more… So much more.

  “You’re so wet,” Liam whispers against my ear, the way his lips move against my skin making it prickle. “You just had to have this, didn’t you? You just had to have the two of us.”

  “Yes… Yes, I did…” I moan, Liam sliding one finger inside my pussy, slowly moving it past my folds while Carter nibbles at my right nipple, pinching the other one between his thumb and index finger.

  “Here we are then,” Carter says, squeezing my breasts harshly. “Both of us.”

  “Both of you,” I repeat, the words rolling over my tongue like wine. Throwing my head back, I start to breathe heavily as the rhythm of Liam’s finger starts to grow; he moves it back and then all the way in, curling it upward and pressing against my
G-spot. Gently pulling at the skin on my neck with his teeth, he slides another finger inside of me, electric sparks crawling up my spine.

  “Now,” Carter whispers, his voice fanning the flames of desire inside of me, “Can you take it?” He slides one hand under my dress, placing his hand right above Liam’s and using his thumb to press down on my clit. I open my mouth to answer his question but, with both men using their hands to work on my pussy, the words get lost on their way up my throat. All I can do is to let out a loud moan, my insides clenching as a response to the electricity pooling in my muscles.

  They keep moving their fingers until there’s no place in my body for all that electricity to hide; my muscles tense up and then start to twitch, releasing waves of pleasure that crash against my mind, each wave promising much more pleasure than this.

  Slowly, they take their hands out from between my thighs. I open my eyes, a smile of satisfaction on my lips as I look from one man to the other.

  “I… can take it,” I manage to say between breaths, my lungs working as if I had just finished a half-marathon. “I can take it all.” With that, I curl my fingers around both their cocks, gripping them tightly over their pants. “The question is… Can you handle me?” I ask them, grinning wildly. Their response is a silent one… But it’s the correct answer all the same.

  Their hands moving like claws, they hook their fingers on the fabric of my dress, hanging limply by my waist, and push it down my legs. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing the dress to slide down easily, and then sit back down, their eyes wandering all over my almost naked body.

  Turning to the side, I place both hands on Liam’s lap, my fingers pulling at his belt and unbuckling it. It comes free, the sound of leather and metal blending into a sensual sound, and I start unbuttoning his pants without a breath in between. As his cock pushes against my hand under his boxer briefs, Carter runs his hands down my back, resting them on my lower back; he gives me a slight push, nudging me toward Liam so that he can get a hold of my ass.