Twice Taken: An MFM Romance Page 4

  It only takes a minute for him to reach my limit, and I swallow hard, slipping him past my defenses, just as Hunter slips two fingers into my pussy. No words can escape around Jett’s cock, but if they could, I’d be begging Hunter for more—more—inside of me.

  Maybe he understands, because a third finger joins the first two, and he’s fluttering them and curling them and oh, oh, I can’t contain how good it feels. I’m sucking hungrily at Jett’s cock, almost losing control because of what Hunter’s doing, and when Jett reaches down and pinches both my nipples at once, hard, it pushes me right over the edge into a blinding orgasm.

  I come so hard that I can feel myself clamping down on Hunter’s fingers. I’m moaning low and loud now, and I feel Jett get impossibly harder, get impossibly bigger, in my mouth, and then he’s careening over the edge in his own release, hot streams of thick come spilling into my throat. Hunter curls his fingers again—Jesus, how did they learn to do these things?—and another electric wave crashes into me. Jett slips out of my mouth when I come again and leans over, dragging his lips over my nipples, sucking them into his mouth, and a third time—an incredible third—I come between the two men, my hips jerking up and away from the bed, cries tearing from my mouth.

  When Hunter takes his hands away, there’s such an unbearable emptiness that I sit up on my knees and pull him onto the bed with me. “No…” I can’t catch my breath. “Don’t leave…”

  “I’m not leaving.” Instead, Hunter wraps me in his arms and curls himself around me, putting both our heads on one pillow. Jett joins us on the other side, and it’s only then that I can catch my breath, only then that my body relaxes, easing into their arms.

  I take a deep breath, letting all of the aftershocks of pleasure zing through my arms and legs.

  This—here—is where I belong.

  The thought floats into my mind, then disappears, feeling perfectly natural, perfectly normal, despite how strange I know this is. Two men just brought me to orgasm multiple times and I…I want more.

  10

  Hunter

  I don’t want to untangle myself from Grace, from her unbelievably gorgeous, tight body, and I’d bet all the money in the shop’s register that Jett doesn’t want to, either.

  But we have work to do.

  And I know Grace didn’t come here to lay in bed all day.

  Although that wouldn’t be the worst thing.

  I kiss her temple, just below her blonde hairline, and she turns toward me with her chin lifted, asking without words for a kiss. Her lips are soft and full under mine, and I’m hard at the first touch. Damn. If she keeps this up, we’ll have to close for the day.

  When she pulls back, her blue eyes are dancing in the sunlight that’s streaming brightly through the window. “Fair is fair,” she says softly, and then turns and kisses Jett, too. I wait for the jealousy to come, hot and sharp, but it doesn’t. Somehow, this seems right, even if I’m not going to say it out loud. Not now. Not yet. For all I know, this is a one-time thing, a girl on the run from a bad situation and taking solace where she can find it.

  Like we’re thinking the same thought, Jett and I both pull back and rise from the bed. Grace pushes herself up on her elbows, her perky nipples erect in the cool air of the bedroom. I stretch my arms above my head. “I’m going to shower.”

  Grace’s lips turn down into a frown, and it goes straight to my heart. I don’t know much about her. I only met her last night. But something about her sweetness, the way she fits so neatly between Jett and me, the way her she bites her lip trying to hide her disappointment—all of it makes me want to fix everything for her, including the frown.

  Jett gets there first. “We’ve got to go to work, gorgeous girl.” I’ve never heard him call anyone by a pet name before, but there’s no unease on his face. He looks completely comfortable saying it.

  Grace throws her head back and laughs. “Of course you do. What was I thinking?” Then she hops up off the bed and moves toward the door, her perfect ass on full display. “You have work, and so do I.”

  I follow her out, crossing the hall into my own bedroom and grabbing a towel. In moments, she’s darting back in, scooping up a pile of clothes from the floor, her delicious body hidden by my t-shirt. “Just need something to wear,” she says with a grin. On the way to the bathroom, I hear the washer start up. I hope she washes her clothes in cold, otherwise I’m going to have a damn terrible shower. Normally I’d care, but today I close the door behind me with a ridiculous grin on my face.

  No, I don’t know that much about Grace. What I do know is that I hope she stays…for at least one more night.

  There are already people waiting when we get downstairs to the shop and pull on our coveralls, including Mrs. Drake, who’s rapping insistently at the door the moment we come in from the back.

  “Jett! Hunter! Open up! Is my car done yet? I have shopping to do in Dalton.” My name coming from her mouth is definitely not as sweet as it sounds when it comes out of Grace’s mouth. I grab the keys and shoot Jett a look. He rolls his eyes and steps back behind the counter to collect the other keys.

  I stoop to get the drop-off keys from the floor before unlocking the door, and Mrs. Drake knocks again. “Is it finished?”

  I pull the door open and greet her with a cheesy smile. Even a woman of her age can’t resist it, and she finally cuts the chatter, her face going a little pink. “Hey, Mrs. Drake. I stayed late to work on your car last night. Just have to sign for it.”

  “Well, that’s—that’s wonderful, Hunter.” She pushes past me into the shop, making a beeline for the counter, pulling a checkbook from her purse. Mr. Baker is waiting behind her, probably to drop off his old beat-up Honda for another minor repair—those things last forever—and Angelica Lipton, two grades behind me in high school and the biggest social butterfly at the local bars, comes in after him, her ample hips swaying.

  Normally, I’d be happy to get a look at Angelica. In the summer, she likes to wear tight halter tops that push her boobs right up to the limit, but today it doesn’t seem like such a treat. Now that I know Grace is up in our apartment, right above my head, right now, walking around in my shirt and nothing else, everything seems different.

  “Hey, Hunter,” Angelica says, her voice a slow, sultry drawl. “Got any room for me today?” Her tone is dripping with innuendo, but I give her the same grin I gave Mrs. Drake.

  “We’ll have to see.”

  Jett’s almost done ringing up Mrs. Drake when I get to the counter and flip through the appointment book. It’s full to bursting with scribbled appointments, and there’s not a blank space in here. Not until next week. I catch Angelica’s eyes over Mrs. Drake’s head. “Sorry, Ang. I can get you in next Tuesday.”

  She pouts, and all it does is make me think of the frown that flitted across Grace’s face earlier today. I don’t have the same urge to erase this one. “Not even for me?”

  “Sorry, babe,” I say, flipping the book closed. “I’ll put you down for next Tuesday.” And car repair is all that there will ever be again, if we meet up in the bar.

  I head out to the parking lot and start checking out the drop-offs from last night—two we were expecting, one we weren’t—and start jotting down details on the pad I keep in my coveralls pocket. It’s hard as hell to think about work with Grace so close by.

  Jett joins me a few minutes later, after the shop has cleared out from the morning rush. “Shit, man.” He grabs a pair of keys from my hand. “Shit.”

  I just nod. It’s going to be a long day.

  11

  Grace

  I’ve never been this torn in my life.

  On the one hand, it feels great to be walking down the main street of Baker’s Ridge, even if it is a tiny downtown area compared to what I’m used to in Springfield. But that doesn’t matter, because Springfield was a disaster. In more ways than one.

  Jett and Hunter are heaven. In more ways than one.

  But they might also be a huge
temptation.

  I square my shoulders as I walk down the block, silently thanking my lucky stars that I’m not staying out at that shady hotel with a broken-down car. How the hell would I ever have gotten to town? Hunter’s and Jett’s shop is close enough to downtown that I can walk right to most of the stores.

  Just observing the town from the outside in, it looks…almost ideal. There’s a barber shop with an actual red and white pole out front, an ice cream parlor with a brimming cone depicted on its sign, and a deli with a couple sitting at the table placed inside the front window, their food served in little red baskets. It’s a far cry from some of the shadier streets in Springfield. It looks like the perfect place to be.

  There’s just one problem.

  None of them want to hire me.

  The barber shop is run by an old guy who doesn’t need anyone to work the counter. At the ice cream shop, a college student with a scowl on his face tells me there’s no more room for new employees on the staff. “If you wanted to work here for the summer, you should have applied in March.”

  “I wasn’t here in March.” I keep the smile glued to my face. Just in case a spot opens up—anywhere in Baker’s Ridge—I want everyone to remember me as the pleasant newcomer. “But I’ll try back later. Thank you!”

  At the deli, the busty woman behind the counter is a hundred times more apologetic, but she still doesn’t have an opening. “I’m sorry, honey.” She pushes an application across the counter to me. “You can fill this out, and we’ll call you if a position becomes available. It’s just that all the college students came back at the beginning of May. You’re just a little bit late.”

  “That’s what I’ve heard,” I say, affixing a thousand-watt smile on my face despite my sinking disappointment. I fill out the application in my best handwriting and leave, not letting my shoulders droop until I’m well past the shops on the street.

  It’s just the first day. There will be other chances.

  I make my way back up the street, the mid-day sun beating down on my shoulders, feeling just as torn as when I started out this morning. I want to have a job. I want to get a place and finally be free from Dale. But I also want to be near Jett and Hunter. Maybe it’s childish, but I feel safe at their place. I’m not ready to give that up. Yet.

  Even if I don’t want to admit it out loud.

  I scan along the sides of the street for anywhere else to apply on the way back to the shop, but there’s nothing on this side.

  This side.

  With a laugh, I turn around and march back to the one light in the center of downtown, crossing at the cross walk. The whole downtown area of Baker’s Ridge is only about three blocks long, but I’ve only been looking on one side of the street.

  On the opposite corner, I scan in both directions. There’s a hair salon, a bookstore, and a candy shop that I can see, a couple of shuttered storefronts, and what looks like a coin collector’s shop. The coin place is closed—open only by appointment—so I try the hair salon.

  A woman about my age is cutting another woman’s hair when I walk in, and she looks me up and down with a tight smile and narrowed eyes. “We don’t take walk-ins.” Her voice is bright, but I don’t believe it. “I’m so sorry.”

  I lift my chin. “I’m not here for an appointment. I was wondering if you needed any extra help. I’d love to fill out an application, if you do.”

  She gives me another soulless smile. “No, honey, it’s just me. I’ve got it under control.”

  “No problem. I’ll—I’ll stop in sometime for a haircut.” No, I won’t, because I never have money for that kind of thing anyway. “Thanks.”

  I keep my hopes up as I head to the bookstore, but it’s the same story—they’re all staffed up for the summer, and have been since the spring. At the candy store, I’ve been out-hustled for a job by three high-schoolers who laugh behind their hands at me as I fill out an application. “We’ll let you know when our manager has time to take a look,” one of them tells me when I hand back the form. She’s blonde, and were it not for the gray eyes instead of blue, she could be a younger version of me. I felt that way in high school, too—like anyone from outside my age bracket who was looking for a job in one of the shitty stores in Springfield was obviously a complete loser who couldn’t escape its vortex.

  “That would be awesome.” They’re still giggling when I leave.

  I try to keep my head high when I head back up the street toward the shop. It’s still a gorgeous day, so I peel off the button-down top I was wearing over my tank and throw it over my shoulder.

  And there’s my little black Toyota, still snuggled up next to the curb across the street from Jett’s and Hunter’s shop. Broken down with nowhere to go.

  I stop and pat the roof, peering inside the windows to make sure nothing’s happened since last night.

  Nothing has—to the car, anyway.

  That thought brings heat to my cheeks, just in time for Hunter’s voice to break into my thoughts.

  “What are you doing out here, sweetheart?” I whirl around to find his dark eyes moving from me to the car. “And why the frown?”

  12

  Jett

  I notice her hair glinting in the sun from where she is standing next to the black Toyota that’s been sitting by the curb all day, and my heart does an involuntary leap in my chest.

  Hunter, naturally, gets there first. I force myself to run through the last couple of checks on the car I’m pulling out of the garage before I turn off its ignition, tuck the keys carefully in my coveralls pocket, and saunter across the street like it’s not a big deal that Grace is back.

  Of course it’s a big deal. My heart is pounding. But what the hell are they doing standing beside this car?

  “It’s not a big deal,” she’s telling him, as I come alongside the two of them. She’s smiling, but her blue eyes are a pool of conflicting emotions. They flash across her face so quickly that I can’t identify a single one.

  “This your car?” I cut in, more gruffly than I should have, but the way Grace is standing—her shoulders slumped down, her ponytail in a sad droop—makes my heart ache. I don’t like that feeling.

  “Yeah,” she says with a sigh, then gives me a look. “I can’t believe Hunter didn’t tell you it was here.”

  Hunter shrugs, grinning at me. “I guess I forgot, in all the excitement…”

  “It broke down right in front of your shop.” Grace puts a hand to her forehead, shading her eyes from the blazing sun. “I wonder if anyone could help me fix it.”

  “Oh, we’ll fix it.” Hunter directs the full force of his grin back on her, but her smile still looks strained. It’s so painful to see that it doesn’t surprise me when he drops his voice an octave. “What’s wrong, Grace?”

  She lets the expression fall from her face, as her cheeks go red. “I came here to start over.”

  “You’ve only been here a day,” Hunter says, but she cuts him off.

  “I came here to start over without getting hung up on—” Her gaze goes from Hunter to me, her blue eyes sending an electric current down my spine. Damn it, I’m rock-hard again just from looking at her, and there’s nothing I can do about it out here on the sidewalk. “On another man. It didn’t work out so well last time.”

  Grace looks down self-consciously at the ground. It takes a moment for her words to sink in, but when they do, it’s like a punch to the gut.

  “So you wanted to get out of here today? Is that it?” My voice is tense, tight, and it takes me by surprise. I’m not in love with Grace. Yes, this morning was a hell of a good time, but it’s not like I’ve become attached to her in the space of one night. Besides, someone as perfect as Grace was never going to want to hang around with men like Hunter and me anyway. Right?

  She’s still for the space of a heartbeat. When she looks up again, her eyes are filled with doubt. Grace shakes her head.

  “You don’t want to get out of here?” I can’t keep the question in.

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nbsp; “I do, but I don’t.” By the final word, her voice has risen almost to a wail. Tears spring to her eyes, and it takes every ounce of my strength not to step forward and wrap her protectively in my arms. That might be more Hunter’s style, but the need zings through my arms so powerfully that it’s like I’m fighting against actual puppet strings pulled by some sadist. “I had this—this stupid idea that I was going to go downtown this morning and get a job. I figured once I had a job, I could find somewhere to live instead of taking—taking up space in your apartment.”

  Hunter looks over at me. It’s one glance, but he doesn’t need to say what he’s thinking. We’ve known each other far too long for that. I give him a sharp nod.

  “I was finally going to be successful at something,” Grace says thickly, shifting her eyes back down to the ground again.

  Hunter steps toward her. There’s traffic going by, so I bend down and pretend to scan the car for issues. It’s a real piece of shit, but we can get it working again. He puts two fingers under her chin and lifts her face so that she’s looking into his eyes.

  “You just got here last night.” He keeps his voice even and soothing. “You’ve got plenty of time to start over. One of those places might call you back, but we have another idea in mind.”

  “What is it?” The hope in Grace’s voice tears my heart in two.

  “First things first, you stay here with us.” There isn’t much of a question in Hunter’s voice, and Grace’s shoulders sag in relief. “The only places you could afford by getting a job at one of those places downtown would be that shitty motel—and we do not want you there—or some equally terrible apartment on the outskirts of town. You need a little time to save up, that’s all.”