Double Dare

Because Katie could have left. The stuff with the chains, the handcuffs, the threats of a beating, they were never going to hold up. We’d kidnapped a girl out of desperation, siccing everything we had on the cause.

But Katie saw through it all. She saw two men who’d been desperate to keep our company afloat, she’d seen two men who’d go to any lengths to protect their enterprise, even following the terms of a crazy will. And she’d helped. The brunette could have turned her back, could have gone running off to the police, screaming her head off, could have saved herself. But instead, she’d taken pity on us, understanding our motivations even better than we did ourselves, and for that, we loved her. She was our id, ego, and super-ego all rolled into one, our conscience when we had none.

So the ring on her finger was right. It signified our commitment, the two diamonds representing what we hoped for the future. Because Mason was dark, I was light, and Katie was the band that held us together. It was a circle of trust, a circle of understanding, of tolerance, and yes, there’d be more problems in the future, no relationship is perfect.

But for now, we were okay. We were better than okay. We were together once again, and this time, it was different. This time, there was no pretense of force or blackmail. This time, we loved her, and the little girl had to say yes.

So I pressed once more, desperate, my voice raspy.

“Will you, Katie?” I rumbled, taking a small hand in mine. Immediately, Mason took her other hand, forming a triangle, the three of us locked in love.

“Will you baby girl?” my male lover ground out, looking deep into her eyes.

The pause was unbearable, silence ringing in my ears. My heart started pounding like a drum, uncertainty coursing through my veins as a cold sweat broke on my brow. But then a sweet smile curved those lips, those big eyes limpid and sweet, and she murmured.

“Yes, Mason. Yes, Derek. Yes, let’s see where this relationship goes.”

My lover and I descended on her immediately, pressing deep, needy kisses onto her mouth, our hunger unable to be contained. But inside, my soul sang with joy, with release and freedom. Because finally, we were out in the open. We were going to make this thing legit, put a stamp of approval on it. Fake engagement or not, Katie was ours to keep.

So yeah, we’re a threesome. A dirty one for sure, two guys and a girl loving each other, sampling one another’s bodies, springing from unbelievable circumstances and forged in fire. But we’re also three people who adore one another, who’ve walked the hard road, all the way from pretend fiancée to a gun pointed at our faces. And you know what? It’s only made our bond stronger. It’s only made us more determined, more devoted, more responsive to one another’s needs and wants. There’s still stuff to work out, sure, like the role of Auntie Mae and that blasted will. But where there’s a will, there’s a way, and with this girl in our arms, success is guaranteed.

EPILOGUE

Katie

So that’s how I went from shy, insecure art student to married lady. It’s crazy because I wasn’t even sure of the logistics at first, turning questioning eyes to them.

“So I’m going to marry Mason, but actually the three of us will be together?” I asked, breathless. At the moment, Mace was perched on top of Derek, legs spread as I guided Derek’s dick into his butt. That hole was tiny, barely able to fit but I’ve done it a hundred times now. Gripping Derek’s cock tighter in my small hand, I pointed it at Mason’s asshole, slowly nudging the head into the crevice.

“Unnnh,” ground out the dark man. “That’s right baby girl, that’s right, right there.”

I giggled.

“That’s right what?” I asked. “I’m marrying you, or this thing is going in the right way?”

The dark man’s eyes were squeezed shut, face screwed up as that huge dick made its way inside. But Derek, expression strained as he penetrated his partner, was able to answer.

“Come and sit on my face,” he panted, big body heaving. “And I’ll show you what a bride does with her groom.”

I cooed again, curves bouncing as I scrambled upwards. And sure enough, spreading my knees over the blond giant’s face, he gave me the ride of my life.

“Unnh!” I squealed as that tongue licked my folds, sampling my insides. “Oh god!”

But what made it even better this time was that we were in love. There was no more pretend, no more illusions, no more crazy scenarios. We’re three people in love, and the physical was a thousand times better, more intense, deeper, still nasty but always with an undertone of caring.