Double Daddy Trouble: A Groomsman Menage

by Violet Paige

  He wedged his cock between her cheeks, feeling the hot stickiness seal them together as he rolled on top of her. “Brooke.” He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

  He felt his belly warm with a new fire for her. He knew he could take her again and again. It may never end how much he wanted to satisfy her.

  “I’ve wanted you since the day you were thrown in front of Tyler and me. We both have. I want you to know that. I don’t say much. But I need you to hear that.” He pushed his thumb to her lips as her tongue flicked over it.

  “I think I finally understand what this thing is the three of us have together. I have you. I have Ty. And you both have me.”

  He groaned. “What matters is we’re here now. And we’re never going to be apart. We have you and that’s all that matters. You belong with us.”

  She nodded. “I do. As crazy as this is, I know it’s right. I know I’m meant for you and Tyler.”

  The fire was warm on his bare back. He knew they would stay here the rest of the afternoon. Neither one of them wanted to get dressed and hike back in the snow anytime soon.

  He pulled her into his arms. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

  And for the first time in a long time, he could finally admit that poker game was the best thing that had happened to all three of them.

  Thirty

  Tyler

  He pulled a clean shirt from the closet. He remembered Brooke mention she liked how he looked in crisp white. He threw it on, realizing he had never once cared how he dressed for a woman.

  Lee had agreed that if it was for Brooke, going into the city would be ok. It was a date. Not something he was known for doing for a woman. The last time he tried to impress a girl was in high school. And yes, this was backward. He had already fucked her.

  He didn’t care. He was ready to show her there were more sides of him. They both had a love for art. It was something they shared. And today he had a special surprise for her.

  He walked out of his wing. Lee was downstairs by the fire.

  “We’re headed out, man,” he reported.

  Lee looked up for a second. “Remember, man. You can in the back exit and leave. I don’t want anyone tracking Brooke down. She doesn’t need that.”

  “Hey, I know. I know. She’s in good hands with me.” He smiled.

  He heard her voice before he saw her. “Did you say I’m in good hands?” Brooke walked into the room wearing a white sweater and a pair of ass-hugging jeans. Her breasts looked lush and ripe. His cock twitched.

  “That’s right.” Lee grinned. “I’m going to take care of you tonight.”

  She walked toward them. Tyler held his hand out for her.

  “Ready for our date?”

  She nodded. “I can’t wait to see it. Lee, are you sure you don’t want to go?”

  “Yeah, that’s your thing. I have plenty to do. When you get back I’ll take a break.”

  “He means he’s going to chop down twenty tress while we’re gone.”

  Brooke twisted her lips together. Tyler knew she was still struggling with how to spend her time between them. She was great when the three of them were together, but the one-on-one time was harder to navigate. He knew it would get easier. It would take time for her to get used to it.

  “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

  She pulled her purse on her shoulder and they left the private art exhibit in the city.

  “I have a surprise for you.” Tyler held the door open for Brooke as they walked into the museum.

  “Is there an addition to the collection?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “Guess again.”

  “Do we have a tour with the museum curator?”

  He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not really my style.”

  “Then what is it?”

  He guided her through the lobby and toward the museum halls. “What if I told you I rented out the museum for the afternoon? It’s ours.”

  “What?” Her eyes lit with amazement. He loved all the shades of green when she was happy.

  “Just for you. You can take your time and look at every single painting with no one looking over your shoulder. No one rushing you on to the next work. It’s all yours.”

  “This is too much. You didn’t have to do that, Tyler.”

  He nodded at the guard who unlocked the exhibit for them.

  “I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

  “It’s extravagant. I’m fine looking at the paintings like everyone else. It’s what I’m used to.” She hesitated at the entrance.

  “Brooke, enjoy it. This is our day together. Don’t worry about the money. It’s not like I robbed the museum.” He winked.

  She giggled involuntarily. “Ok. Fine. I’ll enjoy all the priceless works of art if you insist.”

  “I do.”

  The guard nodded, leaving them alone inside the recesses of the museum. Tyler wound his fingers through Brooke’s and led her through the first row of paintings. They examined each one, discussing the lines and the colors. Brooke told him what she liked and what she would have used instead, or remarked on how she wished she had come up with a particular color combination.

  They strolled, taking in each canvas. Walking through the hushed halls.

  Brooke sat in front of one of the ballerina paintings.

  “I think this is my favorite,” she whispered. “She’s sad, but I see the control and strength she has.”

  Tyler sat next to her. He inhaled the shampoo from her hair as he brushed the strands away from her shoulder. He planted a kiss on her neck.

  “I don’t think she looks sad,” he commented. “I think she looks serious.”

  Brooke shook her head. “No, she’s sad. Trapped almost.”

  He tilted her chin toward him, grazing his lips against her mouth. She tasted like the sweetest honey, especially when he was between her legs.

  “Do you still feel trapped?” he asked.

  “No,” she whispered. “You freed me.”

  He pressed his lips harder to hers, threading his tongue along hers. Twisting and licking. Sucking at her lips.

  “You freed yourself, Brooke.”

  He moved around to the front of the bench, kneeling between her legs.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “Going to make you come in front of this painting. You did say it’s your favorite.” He lowered her to the bench.

  “But there are cameras everywhere,” she protested, pointing to the corners of the room.

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  He quickly peeled the jeans off her legs.

  He ran a palm over the center of her heat, groaning when he felt the wet silkiness of her panties. He tucked a finger under the edge and massaged, nudging her clit until it was hard and peaked.

  “Oh, Tyler.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

  Her hair splayed around her as he lowered his face between her legs. She was sexy and ripe for him. He pushed her leg up, sliding her panties out of the way as his tongue lapped at her folds.

  She writhed on the bench. He swirled his tongue before dipping it inside her pussy. It was his slice of heaven. He fucking loved sucking her clit and pussy. She was so ready for it. Hot and eager. Her hips grinding with hunger for it. He pulsed his tongue inside her as she began to lose control.

  He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts. She was slowly losing control. So was he. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. They were surrounded by some of the most amazing art in the world and the most stunning work was in his arms.

  “Oh Tyler, I want you. Please.” She lifted her head, locking her sultry gaze on him.

  Tyler rose, shedding his pants. He shoved the boxer briefs to the museum floor as he stepped toward her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in.

  His bulging cock nestled at her entrance. He loved her pussy. For a second he waited, knowing the next sensation that would hit him would send him to heaven.

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��Fuck,” he growled, sinking himself inside her. Sliding deep and slow, filling her with everything he had.

  He began to pump in and out as she panted and rocked into him.

  She trembled with sudden bursts as she began to come apart in his arms. It only made him want to bury himself in her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her as if these were his last breaths. His last seconds on Earth. He shot his release in her walls, coating her with his essence.

  “Oh, Tyler.” She arched off the bench, absorbing everything he gave her.

  “Fuck, Brooke.” He pumped inside her until he had no energy. Until he collapsed on her chest.

  “Oh my God. We just had sex in front of one of the most famous paintings in the world,” she gasped.

  “Yes, we did. Want to try another?” He tried to catch his breath.

  She giggled. “Do we have any lines we don’t cross?”

  He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll cross any line you ask me to cross.”

  He sat back, and helped her to an upright position.

  “Tyler, can I ask you something seriously?” She looked up at him.

  “What is it?” He retrieved his pants from the floor. He felt as if he had taken a five-hour nap. He was completely sated and relaxed.

  “We’re going back to Denver soon. Then what?”

  He fastened his belt. “What do you mean?”

  “What happens when we get back?”

  He wasn’t the one who usually had the serious conversations. He left the heavy shit to Lee. He was better at it anyway. It was one reason they worked so well together as a team.

  “I hope you’re asking me if you can move into the bedroom between Lee’s and mine.”

  She smiled shyly. “Can I?”

  “I don’t want you to live somewhere else, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “I don’t want to either. I never want to go back to the McIntosh compound. But I can stand on my own. I need you and Lee to know that.”

  “Hey.” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “We know exactly how strong you are. We want you to live with us. To work with us. I think you should head Dreams with Wings from now on.”

  “What?”

  He nodded. “The foundation should be yours. It’s our baby together. Lee and I can’t trust it with anyone else.”

  “Tyler, I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes, sweetheart. Say you’ll stay. Say you are ours.”

  She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek. “Yes.” She kissed him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Thirty-One

  Lee

  There was only one week left until the three of them returned to Denver. For almost six weeks Brooke had brought the three of them together in an incredible way.

  Lee didn’t miss his solitude in the mountains. He didn’t miss chopping wood alone, or hiking on his own. He did all those things now with her. And Tyler had shown a side of him Lee thought had died a long time ago.

  She made both of them better men. But with Denver looming in front of them Lee knew it was finally time to figure out a plan when it came to Brooke’s dick of a cousin.

  Lee wandered into the TV room. Tyler was watching a basketball game.

  He poked Tyler. “Hey, I think we need to talk about Niall.”

  “What’s going on?” Tyler asked.

  “What are you going to do about McIntosh? We can’t act like we don’t have to deal with it. We need a solid plan.”

  “What do you mean? You know where things are with Brooke.”

  Lee huffed. “He needs to know he can’t have Brooke back. He can never have her back. I don’t give a shit about how you collect your gambling debts owed to you, but we need to take her out of the equation the minute we are back in Denver.”

  “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

  “Wait, what?” He was stunned. He looked at his friend. “You aren’t going to argue with me?”

  “No way. I’m fucking insane about her. I know you are too. He isn’t getting anywhere near her again.”

  Lee sat down and muted the basketball game. “Wow. So, it’s actually happened?”

  “What?”

  “You’re in love, man.”

  Tyler rolled his eyes. “Let’s not make a big fucking deal out of it, ok? Yes, I love her. How could I not? You do.”

  Lee laughed. “Yeah, but I’m not the one who keeps my emotions locked in a prison. Mine are a lot more obvious.”

  “I’ve been trying to think of a way to talk to McIntosh without tipping my hand. I don’t want her near that family of hers. She doesn’t want to go back. As far as I’m concerned she never has to.”

  “Agreed.” Lee rubbed the back of his head. “We should ask her how she wants us to handle it. She’s been through a lot.”

  “I want to protect her from all of it.”

  “Me too, man. Me too.”

  They looked up when they heard a knock on the door. Brooke stood in front of them.

  “You’re awake.” Lee smiled. “I saw you fell asleep in the library reading that book.”

  “I didn’t know where you guys were. I looked upstairs first.”

  “Come here.” He opened his arms and she walked into them. Tyler rose to greet her too. “Everything ok?” he asked her.

  She nodded. “I was dreaming about both of you.”

  “Tell me it was something fucking hot,” Tyler prodded.

  “Very.” She giggled.

  Lee wanted to finish the conversation he started with Ty, but Brooke was in front of him, talking about a hot dream she had. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had to admit, holding her made everything else seem second place.

  He crushed his lips against hers, drawing a sweet moan from her throat.

  Tyler was behind her, pulling the shirt from her limbs. Lee fell backward on the couch, hugging Brooke to his chest, while Tyler worked the jeans from her legs.

  Her breasts bobbed in front of him. He pushed the lace away, exposing her nipple. He took it in his mouth, needing to feel it perk under his tongue.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned. Her hips rolled with every flick of his tongue.

  Tyler threw his shirt on the floor and dropped his pants. Lee wanted her too. He wondered for a split second if they were starting to see whose cock could reach her first. He lifted his hips, shoving his pants off.

  Brooke threw her head back. She was so good at giving. Her blowjobs were out of this world. And there was no way to describe just how tight and hot her pussy was. Lee couldn’t wait to take her virgin ass. He had a feeling after all these weeks, she was finally ready.

  She started to slide backward over his body, trailing kisses along the lines of his abs. She grinned when she reached his navel. He watched in awe as she reached the floor and wiggled her hips backward toward Tyler. Fuck. She was amazing. She leaned forward taking Lee’s cock in her hands. Her tongue trailed along the throbbing vein and up the other side.

  “Fuck, Brooke,” Lee growled.

  She smiled. “That’s the idea, right?”

  Tyler positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs. Lee watched as she panted and mewed from his fingers. He was fucking her with his fingers first, getting her as wet as he could.

  “Spread those legs,” he ordered. “I want to see your pussy when I fuck you.”

  “Oh, Tyler,” she whimpered. “I love how you fuck me.”

  “And what about me baby?” Lee’s eyes lit.

  “I love your cock. Can I have it?”

  Lee’s cock bounced toward her lips. The higher, Tyler brought her hips, the farther her head lowered. She inhaled his dick in one long swallow.

  “Shit,” Lee hissed. She had a way of making him want to come in the first thrust. But he couldn’t. He wanted it to last. Seeing her like this did something to his soul.

  She was like a siren, calling to him and Tyler.

  He watched his best friend take her from behind, while she braced herself against the impact with her hands on the bed. He
r mouth slid over Lee’s cock with expert ease. They were lost in this. She was beautiful with their cocks inside her. She was meant for them. Meant to be theirs. Meant to be taken like this.

  Brooke’s eyes opened. They were glazed over with lust. He could get lost in her green gaze. He wanted to believe the sadness was gone. He had helped replace it with the new confident woman she had become in their bed.

  “Don’t stop, sweet girl. We’re so close.”

  “Oh shit,” Tyler groaned. “I’m so fucking close to coming. Don’t stop now, sweetheart.”

  Brooke’s tits bounced. She sucked hard as Lee’s spine clutched and convulsed. He was going to explode in epic proportions. Everything went black. He shot his release deep in her throat as Tyler howled out, slamming into her. With one slow draw, Brooke slid her lips over his cock and kissed the top of his dick, smiling.

  “You have the sweetest fucking lips, baby,” he whispered, cupping her jaw.

  She playfully bit her lip. “I could do that for you all day. I love it. I really do.” She looked over her shoulder. “And you. What you did to me…”

  “No words, huh?”

  He slapped her playfully on her bare ass.

  Lee sat up from the couch. “Let’s get you cleaned up in the shower.”

  “But—” Her eyes fluttered.

  “What is it, sweetheart?” Tyler asked.

  “I like it when we switch off. Can we?”

  “We don’t want to be too rough with you.”

  She kissed him gently. “Please fuck me, Lee. Just once? I want you inside me.”

  Lee looked at his best friend. This woman was going to kill them. There was no doubt. She was insatiable.

  “You heard her.” Tyler laughed. He bounced off the couch to change places with his friends. Brooke eagerly straddled him as Lee stood, trying to catch his balance. He steadied himself behind her hips.

  She leaned forward taking Tyler in her mouth. She wiggled back, offering her ass to him. He knew what she was trying to do. Trying to tempt him. Trying to get him to make a rash decision.

  He pressed his cock to her wet pussy and thrust inside instead.