Menage Bk 1: Stephanie's Menage

by Mari Byrne

  “Almost forgot. Me being a blonde and all, I know it isn’t that unusual.”

  Stephanie laughed at their running inside joke knowing Jan was the last blonde in the world who was anything close to stereotypical.

  “What?” Stephanie continued gathering used tissues and wiping up the little bits of make-up she had knocked over.

  “Well, not to be a pain in the ass, but I told both Mitch and Kristain they should be at your apartment after dark, and preferably late on Friday.” Knowing she might just get a serious kick in the butt for it, Jan hurriedly went on with her confession.

  Making sure she was next to the exit. See, no dim-witted blonde here. Taking a deep breath, she told Steph the rest.

  “I also told them not to bother to pack more than a toothbrush and a few play toys.” Hurry, hurry, Jan went on before Stephanie could open her mouth.

  “And when you were on your way to the set today, and I told you I’d needed to take my car because I had a few stops before the shoot? I stocked your apartment with a few odds and ends I knew you didn’t have. Have a good time. I love you.”

  With that, Jan raced out the door.

  Stephanie Louise Armand stared after her sister, one Janice Luellen. She wanted to fume, but she knew it was a study in futility.

  Again a sigh escaped her throat, but this time there were nerves in it. She sat down and looked at herself in the mirror. Even to her she looked scared. Dammit! She was a grown woman, and she was going to do this! Fear or no fear, deep down inside, her loins were screaming about enjoying it more than either of the two men would.

  Much more.

  Back at Stephanie’s Apartment Door

  Stephanie opened the door a little wider and stepped forward with what she hoped was a sensual smile. She wondered if either of them noticed how badly she was shaking. Then she wondered how they couldn’t.

  She held out her hand to the man nearest her and looked into his warm brown eyes. He looked down at her outstretched hand and brought his larger one up to meet hers. Stephanie followed his movement and looked down, for some reason her eyes locked onto the size of his fingers.

  Keeping the smile on as best she could, and tried to banish the images of just what those large, thick fingers could do for her. Looking up again, she saw she might not be the only one who was thinking such thoughts.

  The man’s eyes had gone from warm to sizzling, while lightning bolts stormed in them.

  He held onto her hand as he spoke.

  “Are we to assume you are Sunshine Armand, and you assume who we are? Or would you rather we introduce ourselves?” Even as he said it, his eyes held both fire and laughter. Stephanie damn near melted at his feet right there.

  Taking a deep breath, she rearranged her smile into some semblance of what she hoped was slightly worldly and sophisticated.

  She would get through her apprehension.

  She hoped.

  Chapter 3

  Kristain stood holding onto Stephanie’s hand and smiled even larger inside. His mind linked to Mitch’s and he spoke. Now, did I not reassure you she would be worthy of being our mate and the mother of our children?

  Watching Mitch out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother look closely at Stephanie Armand and heard him admit there wasn’t a better choice in the universe. All that was left was convince her of it.

  Yes. She will be treasured beyond our mother, grandmother, and their sisters ever were. Now, if you would allow us to be invited in so the wooing and consummating could start, I’d appreciate it. I’m hard as a zarsus, and ready for this marriage to begin.

  Of course. Shall we? Kristain brought Stephanie’s hand to his lips and, turning it over to expose her palm, bent and raked his teeth gently over the pad at the base of her thumb.

  Shivering, Stephanie closed her eyes and lost the smile she had been holding desperately onto. Slowly opening her eyes, she gazed into heated, brown eyes. Clearing her throat of the lust choking her, it took her three tries to get the words out.

  “Of course. How thoughtless of me. I’m Ste…Sunshine Armand, and you would be?” She hoped they hadn’t noticed her stumble, and tried to take her hand back, but he gripped it with a gentle and easy strength.

  “I am Kristain. Both my brother and I have been admiring you greatly since Jan pointed you out to us at a party we all attended. It is an honor to accept the privilege of your gift.”

  Stephanie looked into his eyes and barely heard anything he’d said beyond his name. Oh, she knew he was talking, but the words had no meaning beyond sound.

  Noticing his lips had stopped moving, even though he continued to smile at her, she nodded her head and hoped whatever he had said hadn’t involved something painful.

  He turned to the other gentleman and seemed to transfer her hand to his in a way that allowed them all to maintain contact for a brief moment.

  She felt a jolt of…well, the best she could come up with was power, go through her hand and travel up her arm until it seemed to fill her whole body. Gasping, she stared at the other man, Mitch. He must be Mitch. He had her hand gripped in his; again, it was a gentle yet firm hold.

  Looking from one man to the other, her perception of the two as separate beings changed. Apart they were phenomenal, together, they were devastatingly, utterly, male. The two were obviously twins, so very much alike, yet upon closer inspection different as night and day. Seeing them now while each held her hand, Stephanie found they complimented each other in a way she never thought possible.

  Mitch spoke, snapping Stephanie back to herself.

  “I am Mitch. As Kristain has stated, I too am honored to be your chosen.”

  He brought her hand to his lips, also turning her hand palm up and biting the pad of her thumb gently.

  She stared into his eyes and saw the same lust-filled smile as Kristain’s eyes had held.

  Kristain cleared his throat, making Stephanie shake her head to clear the thoughts she had seen swimming within Mitch’s blue eyes.

  “Sunshine?” He paused to frown slightly. “Is this your true name?”

  Mitch let go of her hand and Stephanie forced herself not to cradle it next to her heart. It still felt as if both men were holding it in their joined hands. Shaking her head in the negative, she blurted out her real name.

  “No, it’s Stephanie.”

  It was her turn to frown. Now why had she admitted that? She had meant to answer only to Sunshine all weekend. They shouldn’t know her true name, as when in the business world, she went by Sunshine. She looked between the two and noticed there was yet another question on their faces.

  “What?” Even to her it sounded defensive, but she felt as if they were reproaching her, even while their smiles stayed in place.

  Mitch spoke this time.

  “It’s a lovely name and I prefer it to Sunshine. But I was wondering—” He paused slightly and looked into her apartment behind her.

  Stephanie blushed slightly. If they hadn’t been staring so hard at her, she would have smacked herself in the forehead in a stupid me gesture.

  “Sorry, I…umm, won’t you come in?” she gestured behind her.

  Smiling as if they thought her amusing, both men waited right where they were.

  “You don’t want to come in?” She watched as the brother’s eyebrows raised simultaneously at her question. “What, are we going to do this right here in the hall?”

  Even as the words came out of her mouth, she wanted to snatch them back. The men had turned to each other and burst into simultaneous laughter.

  Stephanie closed her eyes and her head lowered slightly toward her chest. She wanted to turn around and shut the door on them. She realized they couldn’t come in because she was still blocking the door.

  Wondering if she could just close the door and start over, she backed into the apartment, gesturing lamely for the two, who were still chuckling, to enter. Okay, so she was nervous as hell. How was she going to pull off any kind of sophisticated poise with the
se two divine specimens of walking, talking, breathing…sex gods?

  I knew she was the one. A sense of humor and a sense of naiveté. She is scared beyond her comprehension; yet still aching with a need I have never felt in a woman. She practically screams with want for the two of us.

  Knowing this phenomenon wasn’t all that unusual, Kristain could still feel what his brother meant.

  The woman he walked past had a longing he ached to fill. She didn’t want this only for herself, he realized. Her mind fairly screamed with the need to share in her pleasure.

  Kristain was picking up her surface thoughts rather easily. He now knew she was thirty. She had achieved most of her life goals. But a trip to a NASA space camp and a swim through alligator infested waters was now feeling less fearsome than sex with him and Mitch.

  His eyes widened as he discovered she had actually studied up on having multiple partners. He wanted to delve into a little more of her thoughts, and then he swore he wouldn’t intrude any longer until invited. She was not to be some casual partner. He needed to respect her mind.

  Mitch interrupted his thoughts and stated the obvious for both of them in a growling thought. She might have studied up on multiple partners, but we will be the only ’multiple’ she’ll ever get.

  Kristain emphatically nodded as he tuned back in to what Stephanie was saying.

  “…tea, and don’t go for the old ‘or me’ line. I’m only offering you a drink if you’d like one.” This was said with a slight smile on her face, which turned into a shy look as she looked down at the floor rather than at them.

  Speaking softly, she lifted her eyes to look up through her eyelashes, in a more bashful than flirtatious way, and ended saying softly, “After all, I’ve already offered myself to you both, and since you’re both here, obviously my invitation was accepted.”

  Did I just say that? Stephanie thought, wanting to run into her room and lock the door. Flames of embarrassment crawled up her face and heated her cheeks.

  Maybe she should only open her mouth for yes or no questions, or for specifically asked questions. Ones like, Do you enjoy me doing this here? How about here? Questions that would keep her from wanting to sink through the floor from mortification.

  Stop it! She admonished herself. You wanted this, and the only way to get it is to do it. She could do this. It couldn’t be harder than any other new experience.

  Could it?

  We must put her at ease. Kristain said to Mitch.

  What would you like me to start with? How about an orgasm from her just standing and wondering how this is going to work?

  Kristain walked toward Stephanie and reached out to stroke her cheek.

  “Do not be afraid, cherished one. We will do all we can to put you at your ease. We will give you pleasure and worship your body as it was intended to be.” Even as he said the words, Stephanie seemed to relax.

  In truth, relaxed wasn't the right word. It was more of a bone melting attributed to the deep baritone voice pouring out words. She knew she should understand him, but all her brain heard were body throbbing vibrations from his voice.

  She stood straight, with her arms down at her sides, and looked up into those brown eyes again. She felt as if she could orgasm right here.

  Shaking her head mentally she thought it just might clue the two of them in to the fact it had been—a while.

  Pushing off of the couch he’d been leaning on, Mitch decided it was time to “surround” her with their presence. He didn’t want to rush her—

  Okay, so he did want to rush her, but he didn’t want to scare her. He wanted to make her more comfortable around them. After all, they would be spending the rest of their lives in bed together.

  He smiled thinking the thought held definite appeal to him.

  To be trapped in a bed with Stephanie, himself, and Kristain for life. With nothing but heated bodies and the pungent scent of sex and sweat to feed them into a frenzy of lustful fucking? Oh yeah! He really didn’t think Kristain would argue with the setting either.

  Kristain let his eyelids slip another notch when he noticed the glow around Stephanie’s head, then groaned in ecstasy at the thoughts coming from his brother’s mind. He wanted to reach down and stroke his cock, then pull Stephanie’s hand down to join him in his explorations.

  Soon, it will be soon. Kristain spoke both to himself, and his brother as Mitch walked around to come up behind Stephanie. Out of the corner of his eye, Kristain saw as the shudder raced through Mitch. Kristain experienced the miracle of a twins’ true mate and their three-way mental link as he shared the sensations Stephanie and Mitch were feeling as well as their thoughts. It was everything he’d been told, and more.

  Mitch placed his hands on either side of her slender, yet voluptuous waist, and began to lightly knead her hips. She was startled at first, but soon reveled in his added touch.

  He aligned their bodies and let her feel his cock against her ass while he began to widen the areas he touched.

  “Hmmm…I…I guess this means—” She paused as Kristain’s left hand swept down her face leaving a path of goose bumps from her neck on, until his hand was feathering gently over her right breast.

  Mitch spoke softly into her left ear. “What does this mean?”

  One hand stroked up her left side, where he flitted his fingers faintly across her left nipple.

  Stephanie trembled in their grasp and tried to remember what she had been about to say.

  “Ummm…ohhh…dr…dr…drink—” She struggled with the thought as the men chose that moment to each firmly grasp a breast and pinch a nipple.

  Mitch continued his assault on her left breast as he whispered.

  “Why thank you. I’d love to have a sip of you.” Turning Stephanie’s head toward her left side with his right hand, he brushed his lips caressingly across hers once, then again. He dropped his hand to her side as he began to stroke her right buttock.

  Her lips stayed as much in contact with Mitch’s as she could get them.

  Another set of lips and a tongue swept over the other side of her throat where her neck was exposed. She quivered with the awareness traveling through her body.

  All thoughts, with the exception of a select few, flew right out of her head. One of her thoughts that stayed just happened to be, God, please don’t let them stop!

  Kristain raised his head a little and whispered ever so softly in her ear. “Never,” then continued his assault on the very sensitive bend in her neck.

  Mitch seemed to be enjoying her lips. His tongue came out to sweep across her lips and taste them as if the peach wine she had been sipping before they arrived and still lingered in her mouth.

  Biting at her lip with just the right amount of pressure to have her open her mouth for him, Mitch swept his tongue over the hurt to soothe it and let his tongue glide into her mouth to find the even stronger taste of peaches on her tongue. It was a light and questing touch he used to explore her mouth, as if he wanted to imprint her taste and texture on his being.

  Stephanie felt Kristain move from her neck and breast and slide to his knees. He leaned his head into her stomach, and turning to the side, he rubbed his cheek over her blouse. He must have felt he wasn’t close enough, because he sat back on his heels, and tugged the blouse out of the top of her skirt and raised it up.

  Leaning back into her stomach, he rubbed his warm, smooth cheek against her bare skin. She looked down as best she could to see heat flare into his eyes.

  Stephanie felt as if she had been dipped into some kind of vat of Sensitize-Your-Body gel. Every millimeter of her skin was on fire. The places either of the men touched burned and made heat flare inside her. Soon, her legs wouldn’t hold her. They felt like Jell-O and probably quivered just as badly.

  Kristain’s arms were under her skirt doing things to her thighs which made her want to lie down and open them wider. His hands traced over her French cut silk panties in patterns designed to drive her crazy, but had no rhyme or reason to the
m.

  She didn’t care. She was already closer to an orgasm than she had ever been in her life and if either one of them pushed a little further—

  Stephanie threw back her head and screamed.

  Kristain deftly pushed her skirt up to her hips and pulled the side of her panties out, tucking them along the fold of her leg. He leaned into her body at her crotch and breathed gently on her pussy. Even more heat adding to an already raging inferno. Leaning in even further, he used one hand to part her nether lips and flicking his tongue out, scraped it across her clit.

  The action sent her into another scream. He still had his arms wrapped around her thighs and held her in place to suckle gently on her clitoris.

  She continued to scream.

  Kristain’s eyes began to bleed into the color of gold as he thought of the hours, days, years of pleasure this responsive woman would give him and Mitch. At this moment, it took all his control not to spread her legs further and ram his pulsing cock into her cunt.

  A stray thought flitted through his mind of both Mitch’s and his sons lying in her womb. First they would each give her a set of twins. Soon though, she would give them an empire.

  But this would be the mother of his children, and he wouldn’t treat her like other women he and Kristain had shared over the centuries.

  At least not until she asked them to!

  “Thank you, Stephanie.” Kristain got to his feet and gave Stephanie a light peck on the cheek. He was rock-hard and his cock strained against his pants as if it was trying to escape.

  Which it was.

  “You are a wonderful hostess to provide a guest with such a delightful appetizer.”

  Stephanie’s head rested on Mitch’s shoulder. She was positive she couldn’t move. If this was only a preview of what was to come—oops—giggling shakily, she thought of the unintended pun she had just imagined.

  Mitch’s hands still made intriguing forays along her body while he spoke softly into her ear.

  “So glad to have amused you. Anything else we can do for you?”