Our Love Story: An MMFMM Romance

by Love, Frankie

  I give Amy a forced smile. “What can I say?” I shrug. “We fell in love in paradise.”

  Amy purses her lips. “Love? Wow, that was fast.” She looks over at her brother, but Mason’s just smiling, seemingly uninterested in the drama that this relationship might bring on.

  Amy sits and I give her a glass of Prosecco, wanting her to feel at home.

  “We fell fast, Amy,” Mason says. I sit down next to him, and he takes my hand. “But what we have is as real as any love in the world.”

  I feel the energy of the other guys shift and one by one they all slip off to bed. I watch them leave with a longing in my heart, knowing that they had to listen to Mason and I profess our love all afternoon for the interview, and now again, for Amy. It’s a lot to swallow when the truth is, I love them all. It doesn’t seem fair.

  Eventually, after I start to get to know Amy a little better—she’s a marketing major, is stressed about her parents fighting, and is worried about their little brother Michael because he got bad grades on his report card. Mason comes from a big family, and they have a lot of catching up to do. When I start yawning around midnight, I kiss Mason good night and tell Amy it’s been great meeting her.

  “I’m gonna call it a night,” I tell them before sneaking off inside, wanting to see Enzo, Ethan, and Noah to make sure they are all okay.

  Truth is, I’m not okay. Not okay with pretending what I have with all of them isn’t equally real. Equally important.

  Hiding my love feels wrong... especially when I spent so long looking for it.

  But at the same time, I’m not ready for a judgmental person like her to weigh in on what we have.

  * * *

  When I make my way upstairs, I’m surprised to hear the guys arguing. I’m not sure why I thought they would each be in their respective beds dozing, but I did. Or maybe that is what I wish they were doing. I could snuggle and spoon them, and reassure them and then they would fall into sweet sleep.

  But instead, I am hit in the gut with the reality of the situation.

  “It’s not that I’m jealous. That isn’t it at all. It’s just hard having to hide our love,” I hear Enzo say.

  “I love her so damn much,” Noah says. “And I want the world to know it. I don’t care what Black Bull thinks. This is my life. My one shot at happiness. And being with Chloe, watching her broken heart become whole while we all take care of her. It’s more than I ever expected to find in life.”

  “The situation is fucked up. I know Mason and Chloe didn’t intend to hurt anyone, but it’s rough. And I don’t know how long I can do this.”

  I swallow my tears. Ethan wants out?

  I step into Noah’s bedroom, and they all stop pacing when they see me. “Hey, Bella,” Enzo says walking over to me and pulling me into his arms. But I step away from his hold.

  “I shouldn’t be here, I didn’t mean to overhear your private conversation. I should go,” I say in a flurry of tears.

  “What?” Noah asks, stepping closer and lifting my chin with his hand. “Baby, you are always welcome with us.”

  “But…” I sniffle. “But I am overcomplicating your life.”

  Ethan smirks. “No way, Chloe, it’s not you complicating our life. It’s fucking Black Bull. I’m tired of their shit. This career was supposed to be fun. Not demanding, not demeaning. And when we have to pretend we aren’t in love with you—that is exactly how it feels.”

  I wipe my eyes, not sure what to think. On one hand, I agree—it felt awful today lying to the camera crew as we were interviewed, pretending we were something we aren’t. But I also understand exactly why we had to do that. I remember how stressed Ethan was on the plane, how badly he wants this week to go well.

  “You guys have such an important week ahead of you, I know being here at ExSports means so much to you and I worry I am nothing but a distraction.”

  Noah’s eyes go dark, he takes ahold of me, pressing me against the wall. “Stop it, Chloe. Stop talking down about yourself. We love you. We fucking love you so damn much. And we hate that you doubt that for a second. We’ll figure it all out, in time, I swear it to you. But now—now you need to trust us when we tell you we need you in a carnal way. Watching you with our best friend all day... Telling the world you were in love with him, holding his hand, kissing him on the camera? Damn, it was torture.”

  I gasp at his words, understanding what he means. It felt like I was betraying each of them by pretending our love wasn’t as real or as strong as my love with Mason.

  “I’m sorry to doubt you,” I tell them.

  “No,” Ethan says, standing next to Noah, next to Enzo. “No more sorrys. Stop apologizing.”

  “What do you want from me then?” I ask. “I need to be more than your sex toy.”

  My words must pierce something deep because the guys look so hurt. “We would never think of you like that, Bella,” Enzo says. “You are a treasure. A gift. We love you and cherish you. We want to take care of you and love you. We want to go through all of life’s ups and downs with you by our side.”

  I blink back another flurry of tears. Their words are so true and full of promise, I believe them deep in my soul. I am not someone to sleep with. I am someone to have and to hold.

  “You’re right,” I manage. “I know you see me as more than I see myself.”

  “Then what do we have to do to convince you that we think the world of you, Chloe?” Ethan asks.

  “I don’t know. I think some things take time. I have so many wounds that need to heal.”

  Noah runs his hands through my long hair. “We will be with you every single step of the way.” Then he picks me up and carries me to my bedroom, the other guys with him. “We will be here whenever you need us.”

  They look down at me, my head rests on a pillow, my loose hair around my shoulders, my sundress high on my thighs. And they are all looking at me with so much devotion.

  “I need you now,” I tell them, my body begging them to take care of me, all night long. “I need you right now.”

  Chapter 32

  Chloe

  Tonight I fall deeper in love with Ethan, Enzo, and Noah. Maybe it’s the heightened emotions of the last few weeks. The long plane ride and the exhaustion that comes with traveling. Maybe it is Mason’s injury or Amy arriving and Drew showing up.

  Whatever it is, I’ll take it. Because as Noah pulls up my dress, as Ethan tugs down my panties, and as Enzo unclasps my bra. All three of them looking down at me, I feel seen and known and loved all the same time.

  And I would do nothing to trade this moment.

  Of course, there is a large part of me that wishes Mason was here too, but I know he’s with his sister right now, and if he were here with us anyway, he couldn’t partake in the way I know both of us so desperately want.

  Deep down, I know Mason’s greatest wish is for me to be happy, for all of us to remain as deeply in love as we were when we first met. He would want this for me.

  And being with Enzo and Ethan and Noah right now, I do feel loved. I feel so fucking loved.

  I also feel so, so horny.

  Enzo rubs his hands over my breasts, my nipples hardening as he does, and I watch as all the men strip down to nothing. With their hard cocks before me, I lick my lips imagining being filled with them.

  Right now, and forever.

  Noah spreads my legs, my knees dropping just the way he wants. His hand runs up and down my already wet slit. I close my eyes letting the sensations roll over me.

  Pure bliss.

  His fingers press deep inside me, my clit so creamy for him, throbbing for him.

  For all of them.

  “You like that baby, don’t you? Like it when I touch you,” Noah asks.

  I whimper yes, at the same time Ethan laces his fingers with mine and leans over the bed pulling one breast into his mouth and then the other, twirling his tongue over my hard nipples, playing with them like they are the most beautiful things he’s ever touched.
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  My back arches as my nipples respond to Ethan’s hands, and my pussy tightens as Noah moves his hand faster and faster inside me. I ache for them, to be filled by them, and my mouth opens as Enzo moves his cock closer.

  My hands are linked with Ethan’s so I can’t stroke Enzo up and down like I normally would but it doesn’t matter, his hard cock is ready for my mouth and I open up like a good girl, taking so much of him inside of me, my body moving toward the edge of the bed so I can take him more fully.

  Noah keeps finger fucking me, my pussy so slick and needy. Ethan’s hands are all over my tits, and he inches his cock between them, wanting to titty fuck me.

  I smile as I suck off Enzo, his cock is so big that my lips are stretched around him as he gently moves my head back and forth so I can take him even deeper.

  I want to take him completely. I move faster because I love it so fucking much. At the same time, Ethan begins to move his cock back and forth between my breasts.

  I never appreciated my breasts before I met these men, but I love it when they put their cock between them and move up and down.

  My pussy is so wet that I need to be filled with something more than Noah’s finger. I need Noah’s cock.

  I keep sucking Enzo as Noah presses himself inside of me, lifting my legs from the bed, throwing them over his shoulder, and it’s three men all over me, my pussy filled with Noah’s thickness, my tits being fucked by Ethan’s hard cock, and with Enzo’s cock in my mouth, I’m gagging on him.

  I need Enzo’s come sliding down my throat so I move my head faster so that when he does, I can swallow it up nice and good.

  Enzo pulls my head closer, my throat aching as he comes hard against me.

  I swallow his come, already greedy and wanting more.

  And he moves out of the way as Ethan comes, faster and faster against my tits, and then he’s coming all over them, all over my face, and I lick my lips, wanting to catch as much of his come as possible.

  At the same time, Noah comes too, his cock throbbing deep in my pussy, and I yell out, call his name, as ribbons of come coat my face. Ethan moves so Noah can pull out from my pussy and comes on me too.

  I’m coated in them, looking like a fucking porn star and I love it. I wish we had taped this so I could watch this moment repeatedly. So I could see three of the loves of my life surrounding me as I am coated in their semen, with their manhood all over me.

  I run my hands over my belly—I move my hands down to my pussy and I start touching myself. And they start touching themselves all over again. Their hard cocks surround me, and my knees drop to the bed, my tits bouncing as I touch myself faster and faster, my clit a hard nub, throbbing with desire. I use my fingers to spread my pussy lips, moving harder and harder against myself.

  My back arches, my head falls back, my tits moving so fast they are bouncing against one another. And my pussy? Oh, my pussy is dripping. I’m a fucking fountain and my men love it because as I come hard, they start pumping their own cocks harder and harder.

  Their dicks are in my face, surrounding me; I want them to shower me with more ribbons of come.

  “Oh God, oh, oh, yes,” I moan, the pleasure rolling around me, unable to ground itself. And I don’t care.

  I want to fly. I want to fly now and I want to fly forever.

  And then, I know they’re close, so I pull Ethan to the bed, straddling him and plunging his hard, massive cock deep inside of me. My head is at eye level with Noah’s cock, and I pull him into my mouth without thinking about it, sucking hard.

  Then I smack my own ass, urging Enzo to come closer, begging him to open my hole again and fill me with himself. I need three cocks inside me at once. And I need them now.

  When I told them I needed them tonight, I meant it.

  My head bobs up and down, my tits are held in place by Ethan’s strong hands, and my ass, oh God it feels so fucking good as Enzo fills me up from behind, inching his thick uncircumcised cock inside of me.

  Then I can’t breathe or think or see. All I can do is fuck. So, I do, harder and harder, moving against these men until my clit is on fire, until my pussy is rubbed, until my mouth is full, until my ass filled.

  This is everything.

  This is more than sex, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m not their sex toy. If you want to play that game, what would that make all four of them? My sex slaves?

  This is not just sex.

  This is vulnerability. This is uninhibited freedom. This is absolute devotion.

  This moment, with all four of us coming, my body filled with their creamy release—this is love.

  And this—all of this—is mine.

  Chapter 33

  Chloe

  I wake in the arms of Noah, spooning Enzo, with Ethan stirring beside us. I smile sleepily, feeling so content and at peace. We open our eyes, knowing that the day is going to be jam-packed. It’s the first day of ExSports, and there’s a big ceremony starting the day off with a bang.

  We all just force ourselves out of bed, and I pull on Noah’s T-shirt, it skims just below my butt cheeks, and I want to sneak into Mason’s room delivering him his morning coffee, along with a morning kiss, to let him know how much I love and miss him.

  I walk into the kitchen and start making the pot of coffee. Not finding coffee mugs, I open a cupboard and reach high to the top shelf.

  “You walk around like that?” I hear Amy sputter behind me. I twirl around tugging down the hem of my T-shirt, forgetting that she was here.

  And forgetting to put on a pair of panties.

  “Do you think my brother would approve of that?”

  Just then Drew walks in. “Approve of what?” he asks.

  Amy rolls her eyes. “My brother’s girlfriend walking around without any underwear on. There’s like four other guys living in this house. I just think it’s totally inappropriate.” Drew’s eyes get wide as he looks me up and down. I’m suddenly very conscious of the fact I’m not wearing a bra either. My nipples poke through the thin cotton, and I cross my arms not wanting to give more of myself to these people than I have to.

  “So you must be Mason’s sister,” Drew says looking her over.

  “And you must be the asshole who slept with my brother’s girlfriend.”

  “Ex-girlfriend,” I add, not wanting any part of their conversation. “Drew slept with Mason’s ex-girlfriend.”

  Amy laughs. “Oh yeah, now he’s with you. A girl who thinks it’s appropriate to—” She purses her lips. “Never mind, you know what? I don’t have to discuss this with you.” Amy grabs a cup of coffee and walks out of the kitchen, toward the deck.

  Drew rests his elbows on the kitchen counter. “So, do you want to have breakfast in bed?”

  I roll my eyes and walk to the refrigerator to get the half-and-half.

  “I’ll take that as a maybe.” He laughs good-naturedly and it’s a relief he wasn’t being serious. He may be a douchebag, but at least he didn’t try and seriously hit on me using cheesy pick-up lines.

  Drew may have screwed Mason over in the past, but right now, he seems harmless enough, he’s already out on the front deck overlooking the ocean, following Amy.

  Good, maybe those two can have an opposites-attract situation. Her being an uptight ass, and him being a playboy.

  “What has you in such a bad mood?” Noah asks down into the kitchen. “You woke up with a smile and you’re already wearing a frown.”

  I point to Amy and Drew outside. “She has it out for me.”

  “Well, don’t let those two get you down. Not when I have something that’s up.” Noah looks down to his crotch, and I see his morning hard on. I know he was trying to lighten the mood but it gives me a thrill. He pulls me to him, and with the refrigerator door open, I use it as a barrier to the outside world and stroke Noah over his pants, up and down and his hand moves under the hem of my T-shirt, running over my bare ass. My tits are aching, my pussy excited.

  He pushes my hand under the w
aistband of his sweats and I close my eyes feeling his velvety shaft.

  Just then, Amy lets out a shriek. When the hell did she walk back inside? Probably when I was distracted by Noah’s morning wood.

  “Are you seriously messing around on my brother?” Amy is furious. “He’s in a wheelchair. He’s just recovering from surgery. I cannot believe this is happening under his roof.”

  I shake my head, not knowing how to explain. Not wanting to explain myself to her.

  Noah closes the refrigerator door, his hands covering his groin. “Amy, you don’t understand,” he says stepping between us.

  “No, I think I understand plenty.”

  Mason wheels into the kitchen and I feel bad that I wasn’t there to help him get into his wheelchair. It must’ve been hard for him to do that by himself. His eyebrows are furrowed as he takes in the scene. “What’s going on out here?” he asks, looking between his sister, Noah, and I.

  Right then, Drew walks into the kitchen, too, his arms crossed and he confidently takes in this fight.

  Except it isn’t a fight all. It’s a misunderstanding. And I have a feeling that Amy’s not going to understand it

  “Mason, I hate to tell you this,” Amy says. “But Noah and Chloe are messing around behind your back. I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this...” Amy’s face is red and I can tell she genuinely feels horrible for having to break the news to her brother.

  “Amy,” Mason starts, looking at Noah and me shaking his head apologetically. “It’s not like that.”

  Amy eyes narrow. “It’s not like what? I saw them. Her hand was on his... She’s cheating on you, Mason.”

  I can tell Mason is struggling, not quite knowing what to say, how to make sense of all this to his sister.

  “What’s going on? Coffee ready?” Enzo asks, walking into the kitchen with Ethan.

  Little do they know they are walking into a minefield.

  “What’s the deal?” Ethan asks, looking around and clearly noticing the tension.