[Menage Amour: Contemporary Menage a Trois Romance, MMF, with MM elements, HEA]
Firefighter Blake Davenport and farmer Alex James lose their wife on the day their son, Taylor, is born. Twelve months later, Blake is asked to drive to the city to help a friend of a friend. He meets Scarlett Reid, mother to one-year-old, Joseph. She is afraid to leave the house because Bruce Askew is stalking her and the police won’t intervene. Scarlett accepts Blake’s invitation to live with him and Alex on their farm in exchange for housekeeping and caring for Taylor when they have to work.
The attraction between Scarlett, Alex, and Blake is undeniable, and the three quickly fall in love. They decide to marry and bring up their sons as brothers, but their future is threatened when Bruce’s fixation with Scarlett escalates. He goes from stalker to arsonist when he determines that she and the babies must burn for her sins. In the extreme heat of the Australian summer, a single spark can have devastating consequences.
“Blake, please stay upstairs with me. I’ll feel safer with you in the same room.” Scarlett watched his expression reveal warring emotions while he wrestled with an answer. She felt his struggle as he ran a hand through his cropped blond hair, and his olive-green eyes looked her over. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sure your wife wouldn’t appreciate it.”
He turned the light out and climbed into the opposite side of the king-sized bed. “You mean my partner, and he is fine with me being here with you. I gave him a quick call earlier. It’s your reputation I was worried about.”
“Oh, my reputation is shot to hell, through no fault of my own. Will you tell me about yourself and your man? How is it that you have a child? Tell me about him.”
“Okay, as long as you do the same. I’d like to hear all about you and Joey, too.” Blake lay on his back with his hands behind his head. His eyes were open, looking at nothing in the dark, but he saw the past clearly in his mind’s eye. “Tayla’s father and my dad worked for Alex’s father on his farm. Tayla’s family lived in the original stone cottage, my family lived in the old soldier settler’s house, and Alex’s family lived in a newly built home. We were the same age, and for as long as can I remember, we were a trio against the world. One by one our parents passed away, from one thing or another. Tayla went to England to study, swearing she would never return. I left for three years to become a firefighter, and Alex stayed at home running the farm. When I accepted the transfer back to Stawell, Alex and I met up again. It was like lightning, that instantaneous shock you feel when you realize you love someone. That was five years ago. We’re both twenty-six now. We couldn’t marry, but we changed our names by deed-poll to hyphenate our surnames. One year later, Tayla did come back. They say lightning doesn’t strike twice, but there it was again. Officially she married me, but the three of us made a life commitment, all bearing the same surname James-Davenport. We were over the moon when Tayla told us she was pregnant. We were both with her during the birth, and the three of us had never been happier. Our son was screaming his lungs out, and then he latched onto her breast suckling straight away. He was twelve minutes old and still at her breast when she died.”
“Blake, I’m so sorry.” Scarlet reached out and laid her hand on his chest.
“She’d had an aneurysm. Just one of those things, we were told. Alex and I were devastated. We took our boy home, but we hadn’t even given him a name. We went through the motions, doing all the right things, but he wouldn’t feed properly. We changed to a soy milk formula, but it didn’t help. At Tayla’s funeral, he was crying loudly, and we were a mess. Maggie walked up, sat between us, and started breastfeeding him, right in the middle of the church. He settled right away. She held him throughout, and after the service she offered to take him for a few days while we got our act together. We took the time. We grieved, made love, caught up on our sleep, and decided on his name. We called him Taylor after his mother. It sounds similar but is spelled differently.”
“Oh, Blake. That’s beautiful.”
“Maggie is one of a kind. You know she has seven men, don’t you?”
“I do, and I’ve met them all. They are a wonderful family.”
“Yeah, they are. This all happened nearly a year ago. Maggie’s triplets had just turned one, and she was about to wean them. She said that she’d keep feeding Taylor and would look after him when we both had to be at work. She even expressed milk for us to feed him at home.”
“She is a remarkable woman. How is Taylor now?”
“He hasn’t looked back thanks to Maggie.” Blake lowered his arms, and turning onto his side, he held the hand that was resting on his chest. “Your turn, Scarlett. What’s your story?”
“There’s not a lot to tell. I lost my mother to leukemia three years ago. My father is the pastor of a rather extreme church. He believes women should be subservient to men, and I think the only reason he let me go to university was that it was the first time my mother had ever stood up to him, so he conceded. I was twenty-one and in my third year at uni, when I was raped.”
Blake gasped audibly and squeezed her hand. “Scarlett!”
“Don’t say anything, please. The worst part of the story is yet to come. I was attacked on the way home from my night waitressing job. I fought back and was badly beaten. One of my eyes had swollen closed from the punches to my face, and I couldn’t see properly, not to mention my many other injuries.” Scarlett heard Blake hiss through his teeth. She rolled a little and reached out to put both of her hands in his while she continued with her dreadful tale. “I was barely alive and left to die in a park only six houses away from my home. I dragged myself there and called out to my father for help. He rang for an ambulance, but when he realized I’d been raped, he used his feet to roll me out of the house. He disowned me because I’d lost my virginity.”
“Oh my God! That’s despicable.” Blake still held her hands in one of his, and with the other, he reached across to stroke her hair.
“Don’t feel sorry for me, Blake. I wouldn’t turn the clock back now if you paid me a billion dollars. Joey was conceived that night.”
The curtains were still drawn in the master bedroom, but there was enough light filtering into the room so that they could see each other. The dimness helped Scarlett feel less self-conscious as the men slowly removed her clothes. Perched on the end of the king-sized bed she watched while they undressed, fully appreciating their tanned, muscular torsos, but seeing their impressive erections made her feel even more nervous.
Alex took Scarlett into his embrace and moved with her until they were both laying on the bed. They shared an intimate kiss as they molded their bodies together. He held his hard member against her belly and built her desire by gently kneading one of her breasts. Blake approached from the other side. He pressed his rigid rod against her rump while teasing the shell of her ear with loving licks and treating her thigh to tender touches with his fingertips.
Alex broke their breathless kiss and encouraged Scarlett to lay on her back. Both men moved so that they could pay attention to her beautiful breasts. They each cupped the hefty mounds and laved their tongues over her peaked nipples. Blake moved further down the bed and, positioning himself between her legs, lowered his mouth to her sex. He found her already wet and supped on her sweet nectar then lapped at her love button. She tensed, then shuddered and let out a low moan.
Without words, the men worked as a team. Alex kissed Scarlett again to draw her attention while Blake worked on giving her a stronger climax. He sucked on her clit and dipped a finger into her tunnel, curling up to the spot that would send her over the edge. With talented twists of his finger and tickling flicks of his tongue, Blake helped Scarlett achieve her orgasm. Her body quivered, her toes curled, and she saw bright white flashes behind her eyes.
When Scarlett caught her breath, she opened her eyes to see both men latching onto her nipples. “Wow! Was that, um, was that…? Oh, no! Am I leaking milk?”
Blake lifted his head to answer her questions. “Yes, beautiful, that was an orgasm, and your breasts were spurting milk like twin fountains. You have no idea how satisfying it is to see your body react to how we make you feel.”
Alex ran his finger over her dripping wet folds. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Blake took his place between her open legs after Scarlett nodded her consent. For her first time, he decided that the basic missionary position would be best. Hovering over her, he held her gaze and nudged his knob at her entrance. “Are you okay, Scarlett?”
She nodded again. “I’m okay. I’m a little nervous.”
“Relax, sweetheart.” Alex diverted her with passionate kisses, and Scarlett responded, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.
Blake pressed forward, gaining an inch at a time until his dick was fully sheathed, then he pulled back to make long, languorous lunges in and out her love tunnel. “Alex, I can’t hold back anymore.”
Breaking their kiss, Alex instructed her, “Scarlett, lift your legs and wrap them around Blake’s waist. He’s going to move faster now.” Alex ran his hand over her belly and then lower until he found her clitoris and rubbed rapidly against the sensitive nub.
Scarlett was panting, and she held tight to Blake’s biceps. “It’s too much. It feels…oh, Blake. I don’t know how…”
“Hush, Scarlett. Don’t think, feel.” Blake kissed her and then increased his pace, pumping in and out of her. “You’re so beautiful, Scarlett. I love you so much.”
“Blake! Alex! I…I’m…oh, God! Her orgasm was physically intense and so emotionally overwhelming that Scarlett thought her heart would explode.
Thrusting faster, harder, and deeper into her pussy until perspiration was pouring off him, Blake felt her inner muscles milking him, and he couldn’t help but roar when he filled her with his creamy cum. Taking great gulping breaths, he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. They clung together until their heartbeats returned to the regular rate. “Scarlett, I love you. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I love you, too, and no, you didn’t hurt me. I never dreamed I could feel so much.” Not knowing how to explain her feelings any further, Scarlett kissed Blake to reveal her gratitude for their union.
Alex spooned against her back and nibbled on Scarlett’s earlobe. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I’m ready. Tell me what to do.”
“Stay right where you are and lift your leg over Blake.” Alex raised himself with one forearm and held tight to her hip with his free hand. Then he pushed the crown of his thick column into her warm, wet, willing tunnel, and with one more thrust, he was balls-deep inside their woman. He stilled and gave a gratified groan against her ear, making a genuine effort to store the feeling of their very first coupling as a memory he could cherish forever.
Startled by the sudden stuffing of her pussy, Scarlett gasped, but Blake gave her probing tongue kisses until she released all inhibition and responded naturally by moving her hips back to meet Alex as he delved his dick deep enough inside her that it hit hard against her womb. Scarlett began to revel in the pummelling plunges, and when Blake pinched her clit, she threw her head back to scream out her climax, prompting Alex to pump her full of his seed.
The three lovers lay with their limbs entwined, emotionally and sexually satisfied, sharing kisses, and confirming their newfound love for each other.