36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  I reach out for Parker’s cock, stroking him while I’m sucking on Derek and Mason keeps on thrusting. My whole body is lit up with desire and part of me is almost starting to go numb, completely overloaded with pleasure.

  I'm so amazed by the amount of ecstasy coursing through me that another strangling orgasm draws moans from low in my throat, and they vibrate on Derek’s cock.

  Before I know it, I’m swallowing his load.

  Parker’s cock starts spurting as well, and I pull Derek’s cock from my mouth and swallow up Parker’s load as it hits my tongue. I roll my hips and feel the orgasm that Mason shoots into my pussy, the hot jets burning so good inside me that I cry out. I’m the happiest woman on Earth, there’s no doubt in my mind.

  When they release me and lie me down on the couch, I just let myself breathe and stay there for a moment to get my bearings. I did it. I achieved new heights of euphoria; ones that I didn't know existed. I came so many times. I could probably cum even more if I wasn't so completely exhausted.

  "Here." Derek hands me a warm towel and I wipe all the juices away, soothing my tender skin. I pull my thong back on and don't even bother with the bra. I'm just sitting, staring out the window as somebody is preparing more drinks.

  “I love you, Cara,” Parker says, handing me an iced glass of water.

  I take a big gulp and look at him. “I love you, too.”

  “And I love you,” Derek says, cupping my chin.

  “And because I love you, too,” Mason says, grabbing a small black box.

  A ring box.

  “Because we love you, we want to give you this,” Mason says, opening the box and kneeling before me.

  “Oh gosh!” I cry out and like I know I sound silly but I’m just amazed. “I love you all,” I say. “I am so glad that you three accept that. That you accept me,” I say, and my eyes are just welling up so much I can’t even see.

  “And we want you to accept us,” Derek says. “As your husbands. Will you marry us, Cara?”

  I start wiping the tears from my eyes, and I’m nodding. I finally make the words come out, “yes!” in a squeal. I try to say how yes, I will marry them. But I’m kinda just crying and making little excited sounds.

  Parker takes the ring, sliding it onto my fingers and kissing my hand.

  “To forever,” my three men say in unison. I'm more content and satisfied than I have ever been in my life.

  “Yes, and forever starts with a nap because I’m so fucking exhausted,” I say with a laugh.

  My eyes flutter closed, and I feel arms around me. I feel someone cradling me close and carrying me. I don’t even care where, or if there’s people around. I’d paint, “I love my men,” on my tits in their cum, damn the consequences or what anyone else thinks.

  I'm not sure who it is carrying me because sleep is taking over my thoughts. I curl my head up against the chest of the man carrying me, and I feel three sets of hands touching me. I'm in the clouds still, though, drifting off to sleep. I curl up in a little ball as they lay me down on the large couch at the end of the room, and I drift off to sleep. I have everything I could ever want, and then some. I rest my eyes and enter a dream world where all of this exists.

  It will forever be mine.

  I will forever be home, always on the brink of enchantment and joy, surrounded by the men whom I love, and whom love me.

  Chapter 32

  Derek

  "I can picture it now … a shelf here, a bed over there, exercise equipment over in that corner so I can have a view of the city, and—"

  "Wait a minute," Parker says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who told you that you could have the big room?"

  "No one has to tell me," I say, flashing him a smile. "I'm telling you."

  "Well, I don't know about that … I can't let you have this room that easily. There are other people in this house, you know."

  I look back at Parker over my shoulder and laugh. I know he's just giving me a hard time, but two can play this game.

  "Arm wrestle?" I say, giving him a smile. "We can handle this the old fashioned way."

  "Who can say no to that?" he grins in approval.

  We both walk out of the room, and back to the kitchen.

  "Right here," I say, pointing to the counter.

  He nods and we both take our coats off, and place our arms over the cold granite counter. Win or lose, I'm gonna give Parker one hell of a challenge.

  We lock hands. "On the count of three, okay?" I say, and I can feel him positioning his hand into mine, steadying his grip.

  We're both competitive guys, so this should be interesting.

  "I'll count," Parker says.

  I shrug. "Go for it."

  "One, two … THREE!"

  As soon as he says this, our hands clench and our muscles tense. He's stronger than I remembered him to be. I can feel my elbow pressing into the granite with increased force, and none of that matters—my mind is dead set on winning this thing.

  I push as hard as I can, and I notice that I'm gaining early momentum.

  My hand is wrestling his, and right now, I'm on top.

  But as soon as I realize this, Parker increases the pressure. "Oh no you don't," he smiles. "Thought you had me, right? WRONG."

  We both laugh, but we continue, using all of our strength to outmatch each other, and then we hear a voice.

  "What in the world are you two doing?"

  It's Cara, and she's leaning into Mason. He has one arm draped over her shoulders. They're both grinning from ear to ear and I don't know if it's because they find our impromptu arm wrestling match funny, or if it's something else.

  But there's also a glow about them, and a glimmer in their eyes.

  Now that I think about it … they seem happier than usual.

  I'm thinking there's something they aren't telling us.

  Then I feel the top of my hand slam down on the granite countertop.

  "BAM! I won!" Parker yells, pumping his now free fist into the air.

  "I was distracted," I say, which is true. I was too focused on Cara, and her beautiful glow. I was thinking too much about that smile hidden behind her eyes, and what it all means.

  "Distracted or not, I win," Parker laughs, "And you know what that means, right?"

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I shrug. "Fine, take the room. You don't have to cry about it."

  I give him a playful punch on the shoulder and he laughs.

  Then Cara walks over to both of us.

  "Actually, if it's the big room you two were fighting over … you should've saved the arm wrestling for another time. I think we might have other plans for it," Cara says.

  Mason smiles. "She's right … because we have some big news."

  "Big news? You mean bigger than any book deal?" I ask.

  "Much bigger," she says, and a smile slowly spreads across her face.

  I watch as she places her hand on top of her stomach, rubbing it in slow, small circles, and Mason reaches over, doing the same.

  "Wait … do you mean what I think you mean?" Parker asks. A new realization is spreading over his face.

  I can feel my heart kicking in my chest, and the same realization floods me.

  I grab Cara's free hand, and place it over my heart so she can feel my excitement.

  "Is this really happening?" I ask. "Tell me it's true."

  She smiles, looking at all three of us.

  "It is," she says. "I'm pregnant."

  Cara reaches into her purse and pulls out a black and white picture.

  "You see this?" she says, holding it up. "This … is our baby."

  The image isn't much … a small white blob that resembles the size and shape of a gummy bear, in a background of black, but it doesn't matter because that image is everything.

  It's now our entire world.

  I can feel tears welling behind my eyes. I know it's not the manliest thing in the world to do … to start crying like an unhinged child, but you know what? This is the sin
gle happiest moment of my life. I can't believe it. I'm going to be a father.

  We are all going to be fathers.

  All three of us lean into Cara and embrace her in a giant hug.

  "You know … I don't want to know who the father is," Cara says, looking up at us and wiping the tears of joy from her eyes, and then there's a small pause. We are all wondering what she's going to say next. "Because all three of you are the father, and I couldn't ask for a better group of men to raise a child with. I mean that."

  We all smile.

  She's right.

  "So, about that room," Mason says, breaking the silence, and we all laugh. "I don't think you're going to be sleeping there, Parker … not anytime soon."

  "And why is that?" Parker smiles.

  Then Cara gives us a grin. "Given the size of that room … I think it's going to make a great baby nursery."

  Chapter 33

  Mason

  So in the end, everything turned out okay, didn’t it?

  I mean it was a hell of a journey. And I think with the sex that the four of just had, I’ve cum my brains out all over Cara. Like she was bathing in cum.

  I’m exhausted. But I can’t sleep. So when Derek and Parker are asleep with Cara cradled between them, I find myself walking over to the bar at the corner of our street from the condo.

  It’s not really that crowded. Just the way I like it.

  I sit down at the bar and order myself a scotch. I take a sip and wonder about the fucking insane journey that brought me to this point. A woman I love. A group of friends who love her just as much as I do, who are sworn to always protect her and make sure she’s taken care of.

  It feels good knowing that Cara’s going to be bringing life into this world and that we’re going to be there to take care of her child.

  No, not her child. Our child. We’re going to be fathers.

  “Getting away from the crowd for a bit?” a voice says behind me and I turn as soon as I realize who it is.

  Standing there in a tight black dress and stylish black heels is Abby Angel. She gives me a crooked smile and walks over to the bar. She points at my scotch and signifies to the bartender that she’ll have one too.

  “What brings you to the neighborhood?” I ask, mildly surprised. Abby’s got an elegant life nowadays—a far cry from when she had first met Aidan and was struggling to hack it as an indie writer. “Why aren’t you on a yacht on the East River sipping champagne?”

  She rolls her eyes and I smirk at her, letting her know that I’m just teasing. Out of all the authors I’ve dealt with, she’s always been the most laid back and easy to work with.

  “I came to visit the newest Angel,” she says to me. “And her three protectors.”

  “Well, you found one,” I say as Abby gets her drink. We both raise our glasses and cheers. She takes a sip and then looks at me.

  “Things are good at home, Mason?” she asks. “I never thought you were the settling down type.”

  I nod. Neither did I for that matter. I never thought I’d settle down. But meeting Cara, realizing how much I loved her, really made me want to spend forever with her.

  “Cara has changed our lives, Abby,” I tell her. “When you get to the condo, I’m sure she’ll have a very happy surprise for you.”

  “Ooooh, is it what I think it is?” Abby asks, her eyes sparkling. “What happens when you have too much sex?”

  We both laugh.

  “You could make a book out of our lives,” I say as I finish my drink and order one more.

  “Oh, don’t worry, we are,” she tells me. “It’s going to be called 36 Inches.”

  “After Parker, Derek, and me?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “The way you guys pulled together and came through for Cara—every woman wants that,” Abby says to me. “Every woman wants a stable of men who want nothing more than to treat her like a princess.”

  “She’s our princess, that’s for sure,” I say, thinking back to my earlier thoughts. “We’d do anything for her.”

  “And you all deserve every happiness in the world, babe,” Abby says, taking another sip.

  “So there’s been a 12 Inches that was released from Naughty Angel Publishing,” I say and Abby nods. “That was about you.”

  Abby nods and smiles at me mischievously.

  “There was the book 24 Inches about Lana,” I continue and her eyes sparkle. “If you’re doing 36 Inches about Cara, Derek, Parker, and I, then what’s next?”

  A big grin goes across Abby’s face and I come to realize for the first time just how much of a creative imagination Abby truly has.

  She doesn’t say anything and I decide to go along with the conversation myself.

  “You think one day we’ll see a 48 Inches?” I ask.

  Abby lets out a laugh and touches me on the arm. Her touch is soft and she looks at me the way you’d look at a brother.

  “It would be a lucky lady whoever gets written about that, don’t you think?” she asks me.

  I nod to her. I’ve seen a lot of women in my life, but to have 48 inches of pleasure at your fucking beck and call? I’ve never heard of anyone being so lucky.

  “You got any stories in mind?” I ask her.

  She raises her eyes at me. “Oh babe,” she says to me and I can tell the gears in her head are working. “We’ve never had to come up with stories for the Inches books. Things just happen to us somehow and we try and write about it, hoping it makes sense.”

  “So you think you’ll encounter someone who gives you the inspiration for 48 Inches?” I ask.

  She nods her head at me and says in a low whisper, “I guarantee you it will happen.”

  Abby finishes her drink and asks the bartender for the check. She is insistent on paying my bill, but I beat her to it and drop my card on the bar letting him snatch the credit card for my drinks as well as hers.

  “Thank you,” she says as she gets up. “That was very kind of you.”

  I smile at her. “Well, you’ve been very fucking kind to Cara.”

  “Well she deserved it then,” she says as she gets out of the barstool. “And to make it up to you, I’ll let you pick the female character name for 48 Inches.”

  I stare at her.

  “Just my way of saying thank you, you know,” she says as she grabs her bag and heads to the door. “See you around, Mason.”

  I wave goodbye as I watch her leave.

  If I know Abby, I know there will be a 48 Inches.

  Where do you think I should start looking for names?

  A Special Treat from the Author

  I love ya my fab readers!

  I know that like we totes don’t say it enough but this whole thing is about you Angels.

  With that in mind, we want to share some more love with you.

  After this you’ll find five hot reads attached.

  •Alicia Vs. Billionaire by Alexis Angel

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  Alicia Vs. The Billionaire

  Description

  Like the one time I’m even slightly naughty, it comes back to bite me. Literally…

  So what if I gave into a moment of weakness with a hot stranger on a train? Maybe did some things that would make my mom shake her head.

  No problem, right? Go on about your way, right? It’s a big city…millions of people and you’ll never see them again, right?

  Wrong.

  It turns out this guy I let myself go with is my new client, Derek Lowell. Not only that, but of course he has to be a hot, single, billionaire and all, and obviously he has every woman at my job salivating over his ultra-ripped body with his 8-pack abs and beautiful, rugged face and his monster…uhmm…ego?

  You know by now what all those alpha-male bill
ionaires say in these blurbs. Like, ‘Oh I always get what I want and I want her, haha’ or ‘She doesn’t know it yet but she’s going to be on her knees begging me not to stop, haha’.

  Ya, whatevs, dude. You wanna get me on my knees it better be because I’m about to sit on your face.

  Oh, what’s wrong? Is the Big Bad Alpha-Male Billionaire scared of lil’ ol’ me?

  Oh, now he’s mad and he says he’s gonna teach me a lesson. I think this is gonna be fun…

  *** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Billionaire in this first installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***

  Alicia

  You have to be kidding! I look at my phone and see that it has a 20% charge. I'll never get through the day on that. I rush over and plug it into the charger for a few minutes while I continue applying my mascara—it's amazing what good mascara can do for a girl—and I count down the minutes till I need to leave for work. 15 minutes. I can feel every one of those minutes trickling down my neck like rain flooding a roof. If I don't get on the 6 train soon, I'm going to be late—and I'm never late.

  I rush over and gather what I need in my purse, and pick out my heels for the day—black or beige? I'm going with black. Throwing them on my feet, I grab my phone, my keys, and run out the door. I make it out of my apartment with two minutes to spare and I'm feeling good. As I head to the subway station I stop at Starbucks. It's my one indulgence. I can't function without my skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso. And it never fails that I always get some morning entertainment out of how they spell my name: Alisha, Aleesha, Alissya, and one time even Alisheé—do I look French? For the record, my name is the standard Alicia.

  I pull my phone out of my purse and double-check the time. Shit. The slowest barista is working today and the line is backed up. Why would they put the slowest person behind the bar during the morning rush? I should be at the Midtown Manhattan offices of Carter Jeffries in a few minutes, but I can see now that I'm going to be late. Just as I'm considering skipping the drink, I hear my name: "A skinny vanilla latte with an add shot on the bar for Ashley!" I grab the drink and head outside, rushing to the 6 train from 81st street as fast as my heels will carry me.