HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance Read online

  That was just before she got too sick to speak. Maybe that’s why now, her words seem so loud and important.

  There are moments in life where you just know that something big is about to happen, and this is one of those moments. So I say the only thing that would be right to say to an offer like that.

  “I think I do.”

  The boys smile and usher me forward, so I lead the way to the dancefloor, not looking back to check if they are following. There is something electric in the air, like stars aligning. I feel as though something in the universe is colluding to make my fantasies come true. I almost don’t want to turn around in case Austin and Jason have disappeared and I discover they were really just a figment of my extremely overactive imagination. When I’ve maneuvered myself into the center, I turn and to my absolute relief find both blond sex gods standing before me.

  Time seems to slow and I almost hear classical music and see light streaming from the sky.

  Twins.

  Gorgeous twins, here in my small town bar.

  Gorgeous twins who are looking at me with hungry eyes and wicked smiles.

  I look to the sky (well, the nightclub ceiling that is covered with exposed pipes and lighting rigging) and say a silent ‘thank you’. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this blessing, but I wish I did because I’d be doing it over and over and over again for the rest of my damn life!

  I smile at these manifestations of all my sexual imaginings and start to dance. The music is happy sounding with a pulsing beat, and the flashing lights make everything feel magical. I’m grateful for the liquid courage that Abi and I drank a few minutes ago. The alcohol sits like a warm balm in my stomach, so that when Austin starts to dance behind me, I don’t freeze up, but meld into him. Jason takes up position in front of me, grinning down as he starts to move.

  All I can think is wow. I love a man who knows how to move his body. Men who know how to dance know how to fuck. At least that’s my experience.

  “So, have you lived around here for long?” Austin asks, bending to speak directly into my ear.

  “All my life.”

  I turn so I’m dancing face to face with Austin, wanting to see his face as he talks.

  “Do you come here a lot?”

  “What do you think? It’s the only bar in town that isn’t filled with middle-aged men or alcoholics.”

  “You’re really selling this town.”

  “I don’t need to sell it,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “You’re here already. It’s a bit late to be having second thoughts.”

  “Oh, I never have second thoughts.” He runs his eyes over my body suggestively and I swear my nipples harden under his gaze. It’s something my dirty little books always say happens, but it’s a first for me.

  Austin rests a hand on my hips. His palm is so big and heavy. This close I can see golden flecks around his irises, and the long lashes that make his eyes look so pretty.

  “You’re very flirty.”

  “You’re very pretty.”

  “She sure is,” Jason whispers in my ear from behind. He rests his palm on my other hip and presses in closer.

  I get a flash of another evening from a few years ago, when I watched my friend Carrie dance just like this, sandwiched between two gorgeous men. I was so jealous of her then. Of their attention and of the dazed look she had on her face as she became their focus. I didn’t know that she was interested in them then, but I totally understand how she felt now that I’m in the same situation. There’s something so unbelievably overwhelming about so much man. Two tall and strong bodies. Broad shoulders, narrow waists. Thighs that look about to burst through their fitted jeans.

  I smirk as I realize they could be great casting for Star Lord from Guardians of the Galaxy.

  “What are you smiling at?” Austin asks.

  “You into comics?” I ask, expecting him to totally roll his eyes.

  “You’re thinking we look like Peter Quill,” he says.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp. “How did you know that?”

  “We get it all the time,” Jason says.

  “You like comics,” I say in wonder. No decent looking guy ever likes comics. I guess they might be thinking the same thing. I might look like a cheerleader, but I’m a bit of a nerd at heart.

  “I bet you’re pissed at the Spiderwoman butt picture, aren’t you?” Austin says grinning. How did I know they were going to bring up this very conversation?

  “They had this perfect opportunity to make her a strong and empowering female character, and instead they made her look like some vampish porn star,” I whine.

  “They made her sexy, you mean,” Jason says.

  “The guy who drew that image based it on erotica.”

  “Comics are erotic in their own way,” Austin says. “You don’t find the supersized muscles on the male characters arousing?”

  When he says the word arousing, my pussy clenches. Talking to them about comics is arousing. Watching their stunning eyes light up about one of my passions is arousing. The fact they look a little like Chris Pratt is also turning me on like nobody’s business.

  “Muscles don’t maketh the man,” I scoff.

  “Maketh,” Jason laughs and I scowl at him. Inside though I’m reeling at how perfect they are. Before I came out tonight, if you’d asked me to describe my ideal man, it’d be scarily close to Austin and Jason.

  “It’s a phrase,” I snap, putting my hands on my hips.

  “You haven’t answered my question,” Austin says, mimicking my tone.

  “There isn’t a woman here that wouldn’t swoon a little for a muscly guy, but most would run a mile if that was all he had going for him.”

  “So you’re looking for the full package?” Jason asks with a cheeky grin.

  I shake my head with mock exasperation. Really I love their banter. “Yes. Brains as well as brawn.”

  “I wasn’t talking about brains.”

  “I know exactly what you meant.”

  I start dancing again, making sure that my movements are seductive but not too sexual. I live in this town after all. Creating some speculation is one thing. Causing a scene is a whole other thing.

  “So how long are you in town for?” I ask, loudly enough that they can both hear.

  “The whole summer,” Austin says.

  “That long enough?” Jason adds.

  “For what?”

  “For whatever you want.” Austin grins at his own suggestiveness and I want to laugh.

  “And what do I want?”

  “I wish I knew every little thing that’s going on in that beautiful little mind of yours,” Jason says. This time, his mouth is so close to my ear I feel the press of his soft lips. My ass bumps against his thighs and everything in me goes tight with anticipation.

  “I’m not sure you really wanna know.”

  “Oh yes we do,” Austin says. He reaches up and pushes a curl behind my ear and grazes my cheek with this thumb.

  “I think it might blow your mind.”

  “I doubt it,” Jason says. He has his hands on my waist now, his thumbs pressing into my back in a way that feels deliciously controlling. I get a flash of a scene from a favorite book, where one of the characters makes the heroine ride his brother hard, and I feel lightheaded.

  “Do you ever get the feeling that something might just be too good to be true?” I ask because things like this just don’t happen to me. I’m Katelin who isn’t scared to go for what she wants, but also Katelin who never seems to find it.

  “Never,” Austin says.

  “How come?”

  “Because if it feels that good, I make it true.”

  “Good things come in three’s,” Jason says from behind with a smile in his voice. I turn around to see his face, a carbon-copy of his brother’s. The only way I can tell them apart is that their shirts are different.

  “What’ve you got on your mind?” I ask because hell, I might be living out my dream but I’m not prepared
to make a fool of myself.

  “Oh baby, if I told you, I’d definitely blow your mind.” He slips his hand lower on my hips so it’s resting on my bottom. All I can think of is ‘squeeze’, just a little bit. Then he does and it feels electric. God, I’ve missed sex so damn much.

  “That a promise?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  And then I do what any girl would do in my shoes.

  I tell them it’s time to go.

  What? Wouldn’t you be even a little bit tempted to ask them to make good on their promises?

  Liar!

  2

  You’re probably thinking that I’m crazy…or maybe that I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Is it possible that a person can conjure their dreams into reality?

  Maybe you’re thinking that what I’m doing, as I leave the club flanked by two of the sexiest men I have ever seen, is reckless. Maybe you’re right. But maybe that’s what fantasy is all about. Taking a step over the edge and falling into the dark unknown. All I know is that I want to fall into the dark unknown with Austin and Jason. God, do I ever.

  “You okay?” Jason asks as he opens the rear door of what looks like a rental Ford.

  “Sure,” I say. He doesn’t get in next to me but rounds the car to get into the passenger seat next to his brother.

  Austin turns his head and gives me a panty-melting grin. “Katelin, Katelin. Do you really know what you are letting yourself in for?”

  I shake my head but smile. It’s the unknown that has me feeling alive for the first time in ages.

  “Well, maybe we should clear a few things up before we hit the road.”

  “Our last name is Holden. We’re students at Columbia but we’re up here visiting family. We have nothing bad on our mind that isn’t sex related…” Jason pauses as his brother punches him on the shoulder. “Well, she might be wondering if it’s a good idea to be getting into a rental car with two total strangers.”

  “The thought did cross my mind,” I say.

  “See.” Jason looks vindicated and Austin frowns.

  “You thought we might be serial killers?”

  I shake my head. “Too cute for that. And you like comics.”

  “Well, what then?”

  “I don’t know. We have it drummed into us when we’re kids that we shouldn’t talk to strangers. Especially ones that are offering us candy.”

  “We didn’t offer you candy.”

  I smirk. “You’re offering me something sweet.”

  Austin laughs. “You know, Katelin. I was wondering what kind of time we were going to have on this trip of ours. You gotta admit that this town isn’t exactly a hotbed of interesting activity.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  “But I think that’s all about to change.”

  “You think?”

  Austin nods his head and turns to start the engine.

  “We’re staying with family but we’ve got the pool house to ourselves,” Jason says, turning to face me. “It’s private.”

  “That’s good to know.”

  I spend some time texting Abi to let her know that I’ve left the club. I text her the details the boys told me just in case, and the license number of the car. My actions may seem reckless, but it’s not really in my nature to be careless.

  “So, Katelin. You do this often?”

  I snort with shock. I guess it isn’t that much of a stupid question given the current circumstances, but if they knew how dry my sex life had been they would probably die of shock.

  “You mean have sex?”

  Austin and Jason laugh. “I meant three is the magic number.”

  “Err, no.”

  “Have you ever done it?” Austin asks, suddenly sounding a bit more cautious.

  “Not outside my own head, no.”

  “Ah.” I catch them looking at each other.

  “What?” I ask, suddenly feeling like a nun at a strip show. Are they turned off now that they know I’m a threesome virgin?

  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Jason’s tone sounds a little patronizing, or a little too careful and I don’t like it. If I’m going to live out my fantasies then it’s going to be on my terms, not as someone’s little pet project.

  “Can I tell you something about me?” I say. If I was standing, I’d have my hands on my hips again in a full blown tantrum. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I know my own mind. I know what’s best for me. I make my own decisions and I live with the consequences. You don’t need to baby me. This might be a first for me, but I don’t want you to give me the training wheels’ version, okay.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Austin says. I catch his eyes in the rear-view mirror and they are crinkled with his smile.

  Jason grins at me. “No training wheels?” he says. “You sure about that?”

  “Hell to the yeah.”

  “Fine by me.”

  “Good,” I say firmly.

  “Great,” Austin says, now full on laughing.

  “You know what that means?” Jason says, cocking his head to one side and watching me carefully.

  “What does it mean?”

  “It means we get to take it all, however we want it. It means we get every bit of you.”

  “Every bit,” I repeat, as the reality of what that means suddenly washes over me.

  “Every bit,” he confirms.

  And in that moment I know I’m in the right place, because I think I’m about as turned on as any girl has ever been in the history of time.

  Austin turns into a driveway and pulls the car around the back of a large white house. It’s a nice neighborhood. He steps out and opens the door, reaching to take my hand. When I’m out of the car, he brings my hand to his lips just like he did at the club. I can hear Jason shutting his door and walking around behind us but I can’t take my eyes of Austin.

  “Come on, princess,” he says. “Your castle of pleasure awaits.”

  “Smooth, Austin,” Jason laughs. I love how they are together. In synch, but teasing too.

  My heart is pounding as we follow the gravel path down to the pool house entrance. The water is lit up with tiny lights and twinkles invitingly. If I wasn’t on such a covert mission, I’d suggest taking a swim. “That pool is amazing,” I say.

  “You want to swim?” Austin asks.

  “And have your family see us cavorting? I don’t think so.” The twins chuckle and I flush. Oh goodness, I used the word ‘cavorting’. Things must be bad.

  Inside the pool house it is cool and quiet; the absolute opposite of how I’m feeling. Jason slips off his black jacket and hangs it on a hook by the door. Austin heads to the kitchenette and pulls some glasses from a high cupboard. A bottle of champagne is retrieved from the fridge and I stand and watch as he concentrates on preparing drinks. Jason messes with his phone for a bit and then mellow music fills the room. These guys have seduction down to a tee. I wonder how often they do this together. I know that Carrie’s twins always stuck together. I kind of get it, I think; that a relationship can be so close that forming other bonds outside of that relationship might feel like a betrayal of sorts.

  I take off my jacket and lay it on the back of a chair. I slip off my shoes because they are killing my feet and because I feel kind of ridiculous standing in heels indoors. I know in my bare feet the twins are going to be even taller and I like that idea. I’ve always had a thing about tall, strong men. I guess, even though I can be a sass-mouth bossy pain in the ass, I like my men to be men.

  I take a seat on a high stool at the counter. Austin passes me a flute and I drink the sparkling champagne quickly. “You want another?” he asks, green eyes watching my every move and smirk firmly in place. I seem to amuse him a lot.

  “Sure. In for a penny, in for a pound.”

  “You’ve got a funny way of speaking,” he laughs as he tips the bottle, almost spilling the liquid over the edge of the glass.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Li
ke you’re British. Old-fashioned.”

  “I study English lit.”

  “Ahhh…that’ll be it. I nearly choked when you said ‘maketh’ and ‘cavorting’.”

  “What? They’re good words.”

  “Yes, if you live in sixteenth century England, in a castle, with a maiden aunt and a saucy butler.”

  “Mmm…you could have a point. Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with liking language.”

  “Nothing at all,” Jason says, coming and sitting behind me. “There are a few old English words that I love to use.” His tone is laced with innuendo and Austin laughs, pushing his glass towards him.

  “You trying to get me to encourage you to talk dirty?” I ask, frowning with mock indignation.

  “Believe me, I won’t need any encouragement.”

  “I think I believe you,” I say, studying him. In the low light, Jason’s strong features seem more pronounced. The curve of his jaw, the slight bump on his nose. Those eyes that are like jewels on the face of a prince.

  We’re all quiet for a while and the air is thick with anticipation. I don’t know how things will move on from here. All I know is that I want them to. So much.

  “What are you thinking about,” Austin asks, rounding the counter with his drink in hand.

  “I’m thinking about what happens next.”

  “Good,” he says. “Come with me.”

  He takes my free hand and helps me off the stool, then we walk toward a door in the right-hand corner of the room. Jason follows close behind. I can almost feel the heat of his body there is so much static in the air. And although my heart is pounding out a beat that would rival a drum and base track, I feel surprisingly calm. As odd as it sounds, all the books I have read featuring sexy twins and their oh-so-lucky heroines have, in a way, prepared me for this very moment. This moment that I thought would only ever remain a smutty dream. I thank the goddess of leg waxing that I had mine done a few days ago.

  The bedroom is dark but the moon casts enough light for me to make out two queen beds and another door in the corner. The bathroom I assume. Everything is neat; the beds are made, the clothes packed away. I wonder if they are tidy or if their family has a maid to clean up after them. Austin’s hand is so big wrapped around mine. In this room that smells of sexy man, I feel tiny and insubstantial. I feel deliciously weak and at their mercy.