Double Dare: A Menage Romance

by Marie Carnay

  Bronx reached up to cup her face in his hands as he boxed her in against Beckett’s hands. Chelsea’s nipples hardened, her clit throbbed, and she forgot all about her doubts and fears. The Kingston brothers loved her, wanted her, were as desperate for her as she was for them.

  The world condensed to the three of them and she could have been anywhere—in Bronx’s airplane, on the beach in Sarabelle—it didn’t matter. All she saw and felt and heard were the three of them falling even deeper into the love they’d found together.

  Beckett’s lips landed hot and insistent on her neck before he licked her earlobe into his mouth. He sucked, drawing out a moan as he reached around to find her breasts. He plumped and stroked her nipples with his thumbs and Chelsea reeled.

  “I’ve missed you.” His breath and words tumbled into her ear and she quivered. God, how she needed them. Desperation wasn’t close.

  Beckett found the zipper to her dress and tugged it down. “I’ve lain awake at night remembering your luscious skin, your sexy curves.” He shoved it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. “The way you cry out when we touch you.”

  Bronx broke their kiss and she gasped. “I’ve missed you too.”

  “You’re all I think about. All I want.” Beckett slipped his hands over her bare skin and she shivered.

  “Knowing you were here in New York, but I couldn’t have you.” Bronx almost growled. “Damn, Chelsea. You’ve driven me mad.” He reached up and stroked her nipples through the lace of her bra, his hands sliding over Beckett’s fingers as both men fondled her.

  It was all too much and not enough. Their hands, their fevered glances and kisses. There were too many barriers between them, too many clothes and too much space. Chelsea groaned in frustration and reached for Bronx. His dress shirt twisted in her fingers.

  “I can’t wait anymore.” She reached behind her and found Beckett’s hand. “I need you both.”

  Neither brother said a word; instead, Beckett reached up and unclasped her bra. Bronx pulled it off her shoulders and her breasts sprang free, bouncing on her chest and spreading wide. With a groan, he dove in, lapping and licking a nipple into his mouth as Beckett breathed against her ear.

  “You have the most amazing breasts.” He reached for one, rolling her nipple between his fingers and pinching as Bronx sucked the other.

  Oh! Chelsea’s clit throbbed and pulses of pleasure made her fingers twitch. The Kingston brothers with their firm bodies pressed close and their fingers and tongues and teeth all over her turned her body into a rocket headed straight for the sun.

  She soared.

  Beckett let her breast go as Bronx took over, sucking hard and pinching. Chelsea gasped and Beckett shoved his fingers beneath her panties. With a hard jerk, they fell to the floor.

  He followed their path, lifting Chelsea’s feet one at a time before tossing her panties aside. She moaned and eased off her shoe when he grabbed her ankle. “Don’t you dare. The heels stay on.”

  With Bronx groping and plumping her flesh, Beckett stepped back. Clothes landed at her feet and it was all the invitation Chelsea needed. She spun around and fell to her knees. His cock waited for her, bobbing in the air with a bead of his need forming at the tip.

  Reaching up, she stroked his shaft, reveling in the smooth strength before licking a trail over his swollen tip. Blow jobs were always so perfunctory before. Overrated. Not with the Kingston men. With Bronx behind her pulling her hair off her face and Beckett in front of her, his dick stretching her lips, Chelsea felt hot and wicked and she couldn’t help herself.

  She leaned in and took Beckett deeper than ever before. His tip bumped the back of her throat and she flattened her tongue, edging further and drawing a groan from deep in his belly.

  “Fuck, Chelsea, mmm.” His hand wove through her hair, slipping over Bronx’s fingers as they both guided her head. Again and again she bobbed, coating Beckett’s cock in her spit and giving him all the pleasure she could.

  Before she could lose herself in the moment, Bronx kneeled behind her. He spread her legs apart, wider and wider, until he scooted into the space he’d made, his bare legs scraping against her own. His cock wedged hot and thick between her ass cheeks and his hand wrapped around her waist to hold her tight.

  She was pinned between them, trapped between the Kingston brothers as they took and gave and all three of them tumbled toward oblivion.

  Bronx slid his hand down between her legs and found her slit, soaked in her own arousal. “Mmm. You’re soaked, Chelsea.” His fingers flicked her clit and she moaned around Beckett’s cock.

  “Then fuck her, Bronx. She needs it.”

  Beckett’s command sent a thrill rushing through her and Bronx picked up speed, flicking and rubbing her clit in little circles. She cried out around Beckett’s shaft and he gripped her head, thrusting inside her mouth as she lost control.

  All the times they’d been together on Sarabelle, nothing compared to this. Chelsea’s whole body buzzed.

  She reached up and gripped Beckett’s thigh with one hand and latched onto his shaft with the other. Stroking what she couldn’t reach with her lips, she even slipped down to cup his balls. He groaned and tightened his hold on her hair.

  “What are you waiting for, Bronx? Take her before I can’t hold back.”

  Bronx pulled his hand away and she whimpered. “Do you want that? You want me inside you?”

  She nodded with Beckett’s cock still in her mouth and he laughed. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  He guided her with his hands, lifting her ass until his cock slipped into position. “That’s it, Chelsea. Take me inside. Just like that.”

  She obeyed, easing down until Bronx’s flared head nudged against her opening. He dug his fingers into her hips and dragged her down with a jerk, impaling her hard and fast on his thick length.

  Beckett’s cock popped free of her mouth and she sucked in a lungful of air before he closed the distance. His tip pushed past her lips and sent her backward, driving her down onto Bronx’s shaft until she sat on his thighs.

  Oh my God. With Bronx buried deep inside her and Beckett filling up her mouth, she was trapped and stuffed and so turned on, she trembled. As she inhaled through her nose, Bronx pumped, slow and shallow at first, jerking her whole body and sending shock waves all the way to her toes. His cock nudged against her inner walls and every strike was a bolt of pleasure. A flame that sent her higher and higher.

  He picked up speed and her body became a pendulum, swinging between both men’s hips. Without even trying, they fell into a rhythm, sliding her back and forth, pushing her toward an orgasm.

  She was a vessel and they were the stewards, steering her toward an orgasm she couldn’t deny. Bronx thrust again and the force sent her over, her body shaking and convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her.

  White-hot heat. Electric light. Her jaw relaxed and Beckett took advantage, pumping into her mouth deeper than before. They refused to back off, refused to give her time to recover.

  Bronx picked up speed and reached for her breasts, pinching her nipples and dragging more pleasure from deep within her core. Her body clenched around him in another wave of pleasure.

  Oh my God.

  In moments, both men came, Beckett shooting his release down her throat and Bronx coming inside her. The pulse of their orgasms prolonged her own and Chelsea spasmed, overcome with bliss and love.

  BECKETT

  Beckett stumbled back and sat in Chelsea’s chair. A few weeks ago, he’d have never imagined something like this was possible. A woman who could satisfy both him and Bronx?

  A woman who could surrender so completely to their needs and control? She gave them a part of her every time they fucked. He would spend his whole life showing her how much he loved her and how thankful he was for a second chance.

  “Don’t tell me you’re done.”

  Beckett blinked his eyes open as Chelsea crawled over to him. She wanted more?

  “By the time
we’re through, you might be scraping me off the floor, but I want you inside me.” Damn.

  Beckett leaned over and captured her mouth, lashing his tongue across her lips to taste his release all over her. So fucking sexy. His cock sprang to life as they kissed and in seconds, Beckett was ready.

  He glanced up as his brother came up behind Chelsea. Bronx stroked her bare skin and Chelsea moaned into Beckett’s mouth.

  “If you want him inside you, then stand up and turn around.”

  Chelsea followed Bronx’s directions, breaking her kiss with Beckett to turn around. Mmm. Her ass was smack in front of his face and his dick throbbed at the sight. That ass was what dreams were made of. Plump and round and perfect.

  Without another thought, he slipped his fingers between her legs, sliding up her slick folds to her clit. So wet. He rubbed up and down, over and around, teasing her body until she shook above him. “Bend over, Chelsea. Let me fuck you.”

  She bent over in an instant, grabbing onto Bronx’s hips and leveling her lips with his cock. Bronx smiled. “You don’t have to, you know.”

  “I want to.”

  Beckett stood as Chelsea took Bronx in her mouth and he flicked her clit as she slid down his shaft. Again and again he stroked her, drawing out her pleasure, ramping up her need. He wanted her coming around his shaft when he fucked her. Coming so hard she couldn’t see.

  Down and up she bobbed her head, all while Beckett had one hand on her back and one hand on her clit. She moaned and squirmed and stuck her ass out, begging him to fuck her, but he waited.

  Bronx groaned and reached for her hair, grabbing onto her dark strands and dragging her deeper. She moaned again and he closed his eyes. His head fell back as he released his grip on Chelsea’s hair.

  It was all the invitation Beckett needed. He took control, digging his hands into her hips and driving her onto Bronx’s cock. Again and again he thrust, every pump of his hips sending her rocketing down Bronx’s shaft.

  “Jesus, Beckett. She’s…it’s…” Bronx trailed off and Beckett dug his fingers into Chelsea’s hips, picking up speed as Chelsea whimpered and moaned between them. His muscles tensed and his cock hardened, but he forced himself to wait. Chelsea was coming too.

  Reaching around her hips, he wedged his fingers between her folds and found her clit. With frantic little flicks, he dragged another orgasm from deep within her.

  As her muscles clenched around his cock, Beckett came, his orgasm barreling into him as Bronx released into Chelsea’s throat. All three of them shook and convulsed and cried out in ecstasy.

  Beckett collapsed in a daze onto the chair and pulled Chelsea down on top of him. She curled up into his lap and Bronx stepped over, draping his body around her as they all came down from an incredible high.

  The way they all came together, knowing what each other wanted and needed, it went beyond sex. It went beyond love. Chelsea was the glue that made his relationship with Bronx stick. She was the reason they were moving forward together.

  No longer were they stuck in the past. They were barreling toward a bright and happy future. He smiled and kissed Chelsea’s sweat-soaked temple.

  She laughed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Not that I’m complaining, but next time? We’re going to Bronx’s place.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I’m guessing it has a big enough bed.”

  All three of them laughed and Beckett closed his eyes. Next time could wait.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  CHELSEA

  “Everything’s ready. You can stop chewing on that nail.”

  Chelsea smiled at her best friend. As soon as Liz had recovered enough from the car accident to go back to work, Chelsea convinced Bronx and Beckett to hire her. No one drew in a crowd like Liz and Chelsea missed working with her every day.

  “This is really it.”

  Liz nodded. “You’re about to open the first Kingston School of Art and Design. How’s it feel to be a pioneer?”

  “Sexy as hell.” Bronx slid up behind her and Chelsea blushed. She’d never get used to how open the two brothers were with their feelings. Squeezing her in public. Kissing her with half the city watching.

  “And that’s my cue.” Liz smiled and motioned toward the reception hall. “Twenty minutes, okay?”

  Chelsea nodded.

  “Are you nervous?” Bronx’s lips tickled against her ear.

  “No. Just happy. Where’s Beckett?”

  “Right here. This suit is making me itch.” He tugged at his collar and Chelsea laughed.

  “You don’t have to wear it, you know. I made sure the invites said casual.”

  Beckett shrugged. “I thought the occasion called for it.”

  Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “Is there some event I don’t know about? Did you change your mind on the dress code?”

  Bronx let her go and came to face her. “Beckett didn’t change his mind about anything.”

  “Thank God, because if you had tried to sneak something in at the last minute, I—”

  Beckett pulled his hand out of his pocket and held up a sparkling ring. “We do have one small addition.”

  Chelsea stared at the diamonds. They can’t be… it’s not…

  “It’s not the most ostentatious of rings, but it was our grandmother’s, Isabelle Kingston.”

  Oh my God. She managed to find her voice. “The one Sarabelle is named after?”

  “Half of it.”

  Chelsea held her breath as Bronx took her hand. “We know it’s not the usual way things are done and God knows we’re not the easiest men to balance, but we love you, Chelsea. We can’t think of spending even a day without you.”

  Beckett turned the ring around between his fingers. “Will you do us the honor? Will you marry us?”

  She nodded up and down as tears filled her eyes. “This is way better than that carnival ride.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Chelsea laughed. “Let’s just say you’ve turned my world upside down.”

  Bronx raised an eyebrow. “In a good way?”

  She smiled as a tear slipped down her cheek. “The best.”

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