DOUBLE THE D
Blue
I'd always watched Drake Andrews and Dane Butler from afar. Hotter than hell, I'd fantasised about my Double D's with the kind of kinky need that had Satan engraving my seat in Hell.
When they'd left our small town, I continued to keep track even as I'd breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't risk revealing just how much I wanted them.
Only now they're back, and that unfortunate fantasy? Well, it's returned—sexier, harder, and hotter than ever.
Drake
Bluebell McKenney has been ours since we stepped into the group home over a decade ago. Her shy glances couldn't hide the heat in her gaze. To have the kind of future we wanted, the kind that involved all three of us, we had to make something of ourselves. But now we're back and ready to claim our woman.
Dane
We weren't meant to practically kidnap her. The plan sure as shit wasn't to become spellbound by her magic breasts. We weren't meant to become lost in her curves or so enamoured by her—er—charms that we forget our own damn names.
Fuck it. The plan may be blown to hell, but one thing's for sure. She's ready for Double the D.
Warning: This MMF is filled with double the entendre, double the fun, and double the you-know-what. Get thee a man (or two) and settle in—this unconventional love story will leave you aching for more.
1
Blue
Dane Butler and Drake Andrews were more like brothers than tangential foster kids who happened to inhabit the same group home. I'd watched them circle each other upon introduction, watched them size each other up and find the other satisfactory.
From afar, I'd watched them merge into one person, becoming closer than blood brothers. They'd ruled our group home, owned our high school, and dominated any sport they'd played. Upon Dane's eighteenth birthday, they'd enrolled in the Marines together, leaving our town in their dust.
Over the last ten years, I'd kept tabs on them through friends and acquaintances. I knew they were decorated Marines, had settled somewhere close to their training school, and still served together. I'd even heard the whispers about how they did everything together. And when I said everything, I meanteverything. Something I knew to be a fact, though I'd never admitted it to anyone, let alone myself.
I knew they were back in town. And damn if this newly acquired information wasn't screwing with my equilibrium.
I hid in the canned fruit aisle of the grocery store, gripping a tin of sliced pineapple and blindly staring at the nutritional information as I tried to control my racing heart.
They're back.
I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes. Hell, when my friend Anika had text me weeks ago I’d assumed she was lying. Or that they were just doing a quick pass through on their way somewhere more interesting.
But nope. They were in the meat aisle, shooting the breeze with old Mr. Henderson.
Breathe, Blue. This will be fine. Totally and completely fine.
Mr. Henderson had lived three doors down from the group home. Growing up, he and his wife had been the kind to hand out candy and offer you a few extra bucks to help them around the house. They'd been incredibly popular with the local kids.
He'd sold the house a year before, moving into a residential care facility. I still visited him twice a week, bringing donuts and coffee in exchange for the gossip he still managed to collect.
Kept this one under your hat, old man. Could have used any information you’ve collected to prepare for this event. Or, you know, sell my house and move to Australia.
"Pull it together, Blue," I whispered to myself. "You can't leave now. You just need to—suck it up and act like it's not a big deal." I gave myself a mental shake, clearing the cobwebs, and trying to shake off the sudden nerves.
Yep, it is absolutely not a big deal that the two objects of my teenage desire are inhabiting the same space as me. Nope. Not a big deal at all.
I turned, dropping the tin in my cart and pushing further down the aisle. Pride kept me from turning tail and running from the store. If I was lucky, I'd manage to avoid them.
But when am I ever lucky?
I cautiously rounded the corner of the shelving, glancing up and down the next aisle. Three geriatrics and a frazzled mother attempting to pacify a screaming toddler.
