Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  I swallow. There’s a lump in my throat as I hear Luke saying the words I wished I could say too. But time is short. There’s no time for me to get on the phone too and say my own goodbye. Luke says goodbye to her, and tells me it’s all set up.

  “She’s going to be safe,” he says.

  “Good,” I say.

  A beat up old taxi is passing by, driving slowly. It must be a sign, because the taxis have been avoiding The Downs these last few week like there’s a plague going on here. And, in a way, there has been a plague, a devastating one.

  I hail the taxi, and he surprisingly doesn’t give us a second look, even though we’re both holding guns and we’ve got a captive between us.

  “Downtown precinct,” I tell him.

  “Hmph,” he grunts, without so much as a look back in our direction.

  I guess he’s one of those cabbies that “lives and let lives,” or whatever the phrase is to mean he doesn’t give a shit about other people. For all he knows, Luke and I are the bad guys.

  Rivers struggles the whole time, but we’ve made up our minds. We couldn’t have made this decision without Lexi, even though she no longer wants us. But we’ve got to do it. We’ve got to do it for her.

  Lexi

  Lexi - One Week Later

  I’m in a new hotel, and apparently, The Downs is back to its normal self, somewhat dilapidated, somewhat injured, but still trudging along. The gangsters have retreated. Rivers is in jail, behind bars for a long, long time. Jake and Luke turned themselves in as well, and with a speedy trial process, they’re already behind bars again, for a list of charges including possessing and using concealed firearms, obviously.

  I went to the trial and cried, seeing their stoic faces there in the courtroom. They looked so hot, so handsome and so brave in their well-tailored suits. I’ve never seen them dressed like that, but wow, do they clean up nice.

  The judge commended their actions, but said that given the gravity of the charges, she had no choice but to put them behind bars. A one year sentence. One year! It’s like an eternity, especially when you’re nineteen. But I’ve got my mind already made up. I know what I’m going to do. I know what I’m going to tell them. And I’m not hesitating, not even for a moment.

  I park my car in the huge parking lot that’s mostly empty, and I walk towards the menacing, bleak gray building that looms in front of me. I try the door, but it’s locked. Looking around, I see a buzzer, and press that. It makes a horrible screeching noise, but finally some prison official’s voice cuts through, demanding to know who I am, asking me all sorts of questions about my visit.

  “I don’t know, sir,” I say, my voice almost shaking in fright from confusion. But my heart is strong and warm inside, and I know what I’m here for. “I’m here to see…”

  Before I can even say Jake and Luke’s names, the door buzzes with a different sound, and I can hear it automatically unlatching. That’s bureaucracy for you. None of it ever makes any sense.

  The hallway is bleak and the lights are florescent.

  I sign in on a clipboard, printing my name and signing twice.

  The man in the prison uniform nods at me from behind the double plexiglass window. “They’re ready for you.”

  I head over to another plexiglass window. It looks just like in the movies. The prisoners are supposed to be on one side and the visitors on the other. There’s a phone for me to use, and one phone on the other side.

  There’s no one else here, just a long row of cheap empty chairs.

  There’s no one yet on the other side.

  My heart is starting to beat faster.

  There’s a little bit of sweat on my forehead.

  I’m breathing faster.

  I’m excited. Excited to see them again. After so much has happened.

  Here they come, in their prison uniforms. Their hands are not cuffed. They look hotter than ever. They turn and look at me, looking me right in the eyes, and my heart skips a beat. Jake gives me his classic Jake smile, and Luke manages a bit of one on his own.

  All the thoughts—about me being crazy for being with two guys, and all that—all these fly right out of my head. They’re gone, and they’re never coming back.

  In place of these thoughts is Jake and Luke, beaming at me.

  There’s only one phone and Jake goes for it first.

  “Hey there, pretty little lady,” he says, his mouth breaking even further into a smile.

  I can’t help but laughing with joy, joy at seeing them both.

  Tears of joy are coming down my face, welling up in my eyes and streaming down.

  Luke has to practically tear the phone away from Jake.

  “Hey there,” he says. It’s all he says, but he doesn’t need to say anything more. His eyes connect with mine.

  My bodys full of various reactions—joy, pain, and lust.

  My nipples are hard at the sight of their hard bodies. They look just as hot in their prison uniforms as they did in their street clothes.

  The only thing weird about seeing them like this is that I know they’re not armed. For once in their lives, since I’ve known them at least, they’re not armed with their guns.

  “So you two having fun in there?” I manage to choke out.

  “We’re getting by,” they say, now sharing the mouth piece between them. They’ve both got their ears cocked to the receiver. “You know we’ve supposedly got a year in here, but we’re getting out on good behavior, I’m sure of it.”

  I laugh. “Good behavior. You two? I’ll believe that when I see it.”

  “The guards love us,” says Jake, winking at me.

  There’s a big burly prison guard standing near him, his face emotionless, expressionless.

  “There’s something I need to tell you,” I say.

  There’s a lump in my throat. I don’t know if I can get the words out. They’re caught, stuck, trapped, the way I’ve been trapped all my life… until I met Luke and Jake.

  I don’t care that they’re in prison. I don’t care if they’re technically criminals. I know they were doing the right thing. They were protecting me, and they were protecting everyone in The Downs, whether or not they went down themselves.

  “I love you,” I say, finally get the words out. They’re soft, delicate words when they come out of my mouth, and I can barely hear them myself. But I know Luke and Jake hear me. “I love both of you. I love you, Luke, and I love you, Jake. I don’t care if you’re criminals…”

  “Just technically,” says Jake.

  “We’re criminals,” says Luke, giving me a wink that’s unusual for him.

  “…I just want to be with you both. And I don’t care who accepts that or what they think about our relationship. Whenever you two get out of jail, however long that takes, I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “I love you too,” says Jake, somber for once.

  “I love you too,” says Luke.

  “Time’s up,” says the guard, coming over.

  “We’ll see you soon,” say Jake and Luke.

  I start crying. After so long, I finally get to tell them I love them, and I finally get to hear it from them, and the moment is cut short…

  But if that’s the way it has to be, then that’s the way it is. There’s nothing I can do about it.

  Luke and Jake blow me kisses and hang up the receiver. They get up and walk back from where they came, trailed by the security guard. They each look back at me once, in unison, their heads turning together as if they’d synchronized the act.

  It’s going to be a long six months… provided that’s all it takes, but I’ll wait for them. I’d wait for them however long they were in prison.

  Epilogue

  Lexi - Six Months Later

  I had to work the day that Jake and Luke got out of jail. I didn’t wait for them at the gate like they do in the movies. They said they didn’t want me to see them in prison again, anyway. They had a cell phone in there, that they technically weren’t supposed t
o have, but they said almost all of the prisoners had one.

  So for the last six months, Jake and Luke were the good bad boys. They did everything they were supposed to do in jail. And they got great recommendations from all the guards, outstanding recommendations, really. They got out six months early on good behavior. One might say excellent behavior.

  In the meantime, they got, not rich, but somewhat wealthy. It’s a long story, but one that needs telling, I suppose. Of course, they didn’t make any money after they turned Rivers in, since he was the one who was paying them. But, the rest of the neighborhood business owners got wind of what had happened, and were so impressed with Jake and Luke’s story, turning themselves in and all that, that they all contributed to what became a very sizable payment.

  The whole thing snowballed, and in the end it must have been half of the people who lived or worked in The Downs, not just the business owners, who gave money to a fund for Jake and Luke so that they could set up their business again.

  “But you’re really going to go back to work after all that?” I wrote to them by text message one night.

  It’s kind of weird because they had just one phone between them, so there’s no way to know who was writing. But the thing is that I always knew anyway. I could tell just by the writing style whether it was Jake or Luke, or whether it was the two of them.

  “We’ve got to do what we’ve got to do, baby,” came back the text message. “Thinking of you.”

  “I bet you are,” I wrote back.

  We started experimenting with dirty text messages quickly. Unfortunately, they couldn’t talk on the phone in their cells, but… I was able to send them some very provocative selfies. The first I sent I was nervous. I’d never done anything like that before. But then again, I’d never been in love with two bad boy hunks before, who were locked away in prison for doing the right thing. I lifted my shirt, and sent a picture of my breasts in my sports bra to them. I’d been working out… well, walking, if I’m going to be honest.

  I got back a picture of a massive, erect cock, clearly Jake’s… then I got a picture of Luke’s.

  “You guys are dirty… I love it,” I wrote back.

  “We’re jerking off to you,” they wrote back, and the message was horribly misspelled.

  I slipped my hand down my panties as I imagined them on their own beds on either side of the cell, with their elastic-waisted prison pants down to their knees, their huge cocks rising towards the ceiling, their strong rough hands gripped around them, jerking off to me, probably throwing the cell phone back and forth so that they could each enjoy the picture of my breasts in my sports bra.

  I sent a picture of my nude breasts after that, and I came shortly afterwards.

  Today is the day I’m going to meet them in their new apartment. They were able to get a new place with the money they received from everyone in The Downs.

  Myself, I haven’t been back to The Downs, and Jake and Luke’s apartment is far away from The Downs, in a strangely nice part of the city.

  I’m not expecting much from the apartment, given all the strange places I’ve known Luke and Jake in, in the bar, in their somewhat grody safe house style apartment, and in my own old crummy apartment, with the peeling wall paper and the pipes that were always leaking in the bathroom and the bedroom.

  But that doesn’t matter a bit to me. I don’t care where the three of us are, as long as we’re together. I just want to be between them again. I just want to feel their hard cocks pressed into me. I just want to hear them breathing in my ear. I just want to feel their desire for me. I just want… them.

  The street that their apartment is on is nice.

  I walk down the street, having taken the bus to a nearby stop, and I’m in awe of the surroundings… the trees are huge and ancient. It’s spring, and my body feels like it’s opening up along with the flower petals. Everything is ready to be pollinated. Everything is ready for relationships…

  The world is opening up around me, and I feel a lifting sensation in my chest. My solar plexus feels warm, a smile-type of energy filling me up.

  The steps are nice. The building is nice. The inside of the building, at the lobby is nice… very, very nice. Surprisingly nice.

  Am I in the right building?

  I hit the fancy button on the elevator and wonder again if I’m in the right building.

  The door slides open. It’s Jake and Luke.

  “Hey there, pretty lady,” says Jake.

  Luke kisses me, on the mouth.

  “I thought I was in the wrong building,” I say.

  “Wait until you see the apartment.”

  “We got a lot of money from the people of The Downs.”

  “I can see that.”

  “But you’ll have plenty of time for the full tour after we’re done with you.”

  “We’ve been waiting too long for you.”

  Jake scoops me up and I giggle in his arms.

  We ride the elevator up to their apartment, which is nicely furnished, but I barely get to take a single glance at it, because before I know it they’re laying me gently on the bed.

  It’s a room with a high ceiling, which is all I can see, facing up from where I lie on my back on the bed. The mattress is one of those expensive fancy ones that’s plush, and the three of us sink down into it.

  I can’t keep my hands off of them, on either of them, and they can’t keep their hands off me.

  Their mouths are against mine, and I’m taking turns between them, between Jake and Luke’s. It’s been so long… too long, but it was worth the wait.

  “I can’t even wait,” I say. “I need to feel my hand around your cocks now. I need… I need you… so much. I love you too so much.”

  So much for going slow.

  “We love you too,” they say, their voices heavy with breathing, almost throaty growls.

  “There’s plenty of time for going slow later,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, barely audible above my heavy breathing. My body’s as ready as it’s ever been for them, for their cocks.

  Jake’s got his out, and it’s hard, bigger than I remember. I wrap my small hand around it, and savor the feeling of it.

  Luke’s unbuckling his belt, his cock springing out. He’s kneeling by my head, and I lean down and take his cock in my mouth. I love the feeling of it filling me, filling my mouth. He groans as I tighten my lips, and swirl my tongue and then press it firmly against his cock, making the closure around his cock hotter, tighter, wetter.

  Luke’s pumping his cock into my mouth, thrusting his hips towards my face, grunting.

  Jake’s cock slips away from me as he moves down my body, lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach, kissing my breasts, as my bra falls away.

  His kisses move down my body. He’s pulling down my yoga pants, pulling down my panties, exposing my warm, open flower in spring. He kisses it ever so gently, but it sends a shiver of pleasure through me, piercing me. I moan softly as he keeps kissing. It’s incredible. With my hands, I push his head into me, and tighten my thighs around his head, but he doesn’t need any encouragement. He kisses me and licks me like there’s no tomorrow, or like he’s been waiting all his life to do this.

  My body is bucking in pleasure, and in less than a minute flat, he’s got me coming, my body rocking and reeling. Luke removes his cock from my mouth just as I come, so that my cries echo through the room.

  “Don’t think we’re done with you yet,” growls Jake.

  Luke kisses me on the mouth, and now Jake does too.

  Luke’s on top of me, his body between my legs, his chest pressed down onto mine. I’m naked except for my shirt, which is hitched up over my breasts, with my bra caught in there somewhere. Jake helps remove it from over my head.

  Luke’s massive cock head is pressing against me, between my legs. I spread my legs wide to accept him, to bring him into me, and I wrap them around him, trying to pull him closer into me. His body feels perfect, so hard, so muscular, even more
jacked now that he’s had six months in prison to do nothing but work out and jerk off to me.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he growls into my ear, as he pierces me.

  I cry out as his cock comes into me slowly. It’s been so long… too long.

  He rides me slowly, with powerful thrusts, as Jake is kneeling at my head, his hand wrapped around his thick cock’s base. He’s jerking off, watching, and occasionally dipping his cock into my eager mouth.

  His breathing is deep and rough. His eyes are staring straight at me, right into me, right into my soul that’s on fire.

  The warm feeling of the last orgasm never left me, that delicious pleasure that I can’t escape, not that I would want to.

  They look up at each other, and nod, as if there’s been a plan all along.

  They pull me up, repositioning me.

  I’m eager, waiting for what comes next. My whole body is just a bundle of sexual expectation, of desire, of heavy breathing, panting, moans, my pupils dilating and my nipples pointed and rock hard, piercing.

  Jake’s on his back, and Luke guides me so that I’m straddling him in reverse, my back facing him, my ass sinking down onto his cock as it sinks into my pussy, deep and slow, rock hard, filling me up completely. I moan as I sink onto him, and as a response he thrusts up, bucking his hips, his cock pushing further inside me.

  Luke’s on top of me again, his mouth pressed against mine. His body is hard, pressing forward into me. I’m sandwiched between them. Both of them are pressing in opposite directions, squeezing me between them.

  Luke’s cock starts to enter me, and it’s only now that I realize he’s trying to get into my pussy as well. But Jake’s cock is already here.