STORY EXCERPT

His hand had wandered to the front of his pants as he thought, but he didn’t realize this until he heard a knock on his door. He grumbled as he attempted to will away his erection. Probably one of the damned stable hands. He sighed, knowing how much he needed to get back to work.

A very pleasant and sexy surprise greeted him at the door. “Well, hello, darling,” he said as he leaned down to kiss Robin.

She returned his kiss with less than stunning enthusiasm. She stormed into the middle of the room. “How on earth do you do it?” She crossed her arms and glared in Bryant’s direction.

“Do what?” He closed the door, genuinely befuddled by Robin’s sudden fury.

“Stand Alexander!”

“I thought you two were getting along, honey. You know there’s nothing I’d rather see than the two of you—”

“He’s an oversexed pig! He thinks that just because he looks like a fucking matinee idol, he can go around doing whatever he wants to innocent young girls. Well, not this one!” She fell on Bryant’s bed with an overdramatic sigh.

Shit. Bryant knew exactly what had happened. Al always did this when he couldn’t contain himself or his feelings. On the one hand, it was a good sign. Al only pulled the overbearing sex fiend act on women he couldn’t get out of either of his heads. On the other hand, it had scared off more than a few women Bryant would have liked to have gotten to know better. He had really, sincerely hoped that Al could let that go just this once. He wanted Al to feel that way about Robin, and he knew that deep down, Al did.

Bryant moved to comfort Robin. “Look, whatever he did, he didn’t mean it. That’s just the way he acts when he can’t get a woman off his mind.”

Robin moved out of Bryant’s reach. “Can’t get how much he hates a woman off his mind, maybe.” She crossed her arms, and her face set into a pout.

“Believe me, he’s really coming around to you. And that’s all I want, baby.”

“All you want? I thought you wanted me.” Robin gasped and covered her mouth as if she hadn’t meant to admit her feelings so fully to Bryant.

“I do want you, honey, but I can’t give you everything.” Bryant had known this conversation was coming. He had dreaded it, but the time had come to deliver his ultimatum. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared at his feet, unable to look Robin in the eye.

He felt the bed dip behind him as Robin sat up and put a hand around his shoulder. Even in her fury, she was an angel of comfort and solace. Goddamn it, why did she have to make this harder?

“Yes you can,” she purred in his ear. “You’ve already given me more than I have the right to ask for.”

Bryant gulped in a breath of air, steadying himself for the coming blow he would land on the minx curled behind him.

“No, I can’t, honey.” He turned to face her. She leaned her face toward his, but he placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her back. The warmth of her brown eyes gazing questioningly into his just made this harder. “But Alexander can.”

Robin’s face dropped. “No, no, he cannot. I want him nowhere near my love life.”

“Then you want me nowhere near your love life.”

Silence hung in the air between them as Bryant watched Robin comprehend his words. The look of pain that finally etched across her delicate features tugged at his heart. He hated doing this to her, but he knew it was the only way he could ever get the two of them to settle their differences.

“Bry.” Robin lifted a hand to his cheek. “What exactly are you saying?”

“Al and I are a package deal.” He made certain to articulate his next words very carefully. “If you want to be with me, you have to be with him, too.”

He felt sick to his stomach at the look she gave him and had to restrain himself physically from gathering her small body into his arms. Damn it, why couldn’t Robin and Al just set aside their differences? And why was he the only one that could see how brilliant a relationship between the three of them could be?

All trace of emotion fell away from Robin’s face, and she took on a very businesslike countenance.

“Then I have work to do, Bryant.” He could see a sheen of tears at the edges of her wide eyes.

“Robin, it doesn’t have to—”

“I have work to do,” she reiterated as she turned to the door. “I trust that you’ll leave me alone to do it.” With that, she strode out of Bryant’s apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Bryant’s face fell to his hands. This hurt, no doubt, but it was what he had to do. Even through the pain, he knew it would be worth it the first time he and Alexander claimed Robin together. He just hoped that time came soon. Very soon.

ADULT EXCERPT

He watched as Robin smiled at his words then parted her small pink lips, a gasp escaping from her throat. Bryant’s hand had slipped underneath the hem of her dress. Robin writhed into the movement, and Bryant looked up to exchange a knowing look with Alexander. Bryant pressed his hand farther up Robin’s thigh, nearing the source of the sweet odor of female arousal that now surrounded the three of them.

Following Bryant’s lead, Alexander dragged his hand from her back up to the sensitive spot on the back of her neck. She shuddered at his touch, and Alexander took that as permission to push ahead. He ran his hand across her collarbone and brushed his finger downward. Finally, he grasped the globe of her soft breast straining against the fabric of her dress and held it in his hand. Alexander leaned over and brushed kisses along her ear, dragging his tongue along the sensitive flesh just behind it. At the same time, his hand ventured further, pushing underneath the neckline of her dress, his cock begging for mercy against the zipper of his pants as he felt the soft skin.

Robin let out a sharp noise when Alexander’s fingers tweaked one of her nipples at the same time that Bryant’s hand appeared to start a rhythmic motion between her legs. “U–um…” Words seemed difficult for Robin, Alexander thought to himself smugly as he increased his pressure on her nipple and twisted. That elicited a scream.

“Please, you guys,” she panted. “Someone’s gonna hear.” Even as she expressed her apprehension, she bucked her hips toward Bryant’s hand.

“You think they didn’t think of that already?” Bryant asked. “Honey, this is Male Order. Everything here is soundproof.” Alexander laughed at Bryant’s statement.

Robin’s moans increased in volume, and Alexander could no longer take the tight skin around his impossibly hard cock. Without consulting Bryant, he withdrew his hand from her breast and grabbed her ass. He lifted her from the seat, and she yelped at the sudden movement. He threw Robin’s small body over his shoulder with one arm while he used the other to send the table’s settings crashing to the ground. His cock allowed him to show no mercy, so he tossed Robin down onto the newly cleared table.

“Alexan—”

He clamped a hand over her mouth as he climbed over the table and pushed his erection against her thigh. “Did you really expect me not to fuck you when you decided to wear that dress?”

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The forceful landing on the table knocked the wind out of Robin. Her arousal, however, didn’t need air, and the cream from her pussy was beginning to escape from her crotchless panties and drip down her thigh. Every inch of her burned for the two men poised to take her. While Alexander clamped his hand over her mouth, Bryant continued his explorations beneath her dress. One strong finger brushed her slick entrance and stroked against the dripping, oversensitive flesh, and Robin screamed against Alexander’s hand, purposely letting her teeth graze across his palm.

“Al, I think our woman is wearing a bit too much clothing.” He used a second finger to push open her labia and brushed against her clit, causing her hips to shoot upward of their own volition. Bryant forced a finger inside her, hooking it upward to brush against her sweet spot and send electric shocks out to her limbs. As she gasped and clenched her inner muscles, he added a second finger and began finger-fucking her in earnest, massaging little circles over her clit with his thumb.

Bryant pushed the hem of her dress upward to reveal her crotchless, silken white thong and matching white garter belt. Robin audibly whimpered when she felt the heat of his breath brush across her thigh as he moved between her legs. She spread them wide for them, bucking her hips forward, begging for the sweet ecstasy of his mouth on her cunt.

Bryant obliged, licking along the dripping seam of her pussy before opening her with his fingers and laving his tongue against her engorged clit. The first rhythmic spasms of an oncoming climax pulled at her inner muscles, and she pushed her hips toward Bryant, knowing how close she was to sweet release.

Suddenly, Bryant’s mouth departed from her swollen pussy, and Robin felt soft cloth encircling her wrists and pinning them above her head. Consumed as she was by Bryant’s ministrations, at first Alexander’s capture of her wrists escaped her notice. She looked up to see Alexander securing her wrists together with the discarded tablecloth. The restraint only heightened her arousal, and the absence of a mouth against her sopping cunt infuriated her more.

Only Alexander and Bryant didn’t give her any time to focus on her anger. Bryant’s hands slipped underneath her hips and flipped her so that she lay face down on the table. Before she could protest, she felt Bryant’s hands massage the globes of her ass. His fingers left trails of electric sparks, and Robin thought she could probably come just from this sort of attention as well.

Before she could lift her hips to plead for Bryant’s hands where she wanted them most, a cold sensation ran down the crease of her ass. A second pair of hands joined Bryant’s massaging her ass. This time the hands ventured further toward her forbidden hole, and she felt Bryant’s fingers press against the puckered opening.