HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free

my own mind.   I know what's best for me.   I make my own decisions and I live with the
consequences.   You don’t need to baby
me.   This might be a first for me, but I
don’t want you to give me the training wheels’ version, okay."
    "Yes ma'am," Austin says.   I catch his eyes in the rear-view mirror and
they are crinkled with his smile.  
    Jason grins at me.   "No training wheels?" he says.   "You sure about that?"
    "Hell to the yeah."
    "Fine by me."
    "Good," I say firmly.
    "Great," Austin says, now full on laughing.
    "You know what that means?" Jason says,
cocking his head to one side and watching me carefully.
    "What does it mean?"
    "It means we get to take it all, however we want
it.   It means we get every bit of
you."
    "Every bit," I repeat, as the reality of
what that means suddenly washes over me.
    "Every bit," he confirms.
    And in that moment I know I'm in the right place,
because I think I'm about as turned on as any girl has ever been in the history
of time.
    Austin turns into a driveway and pulls the car around
the back of a large white house. It's a nice neighborhood.   He steps out and opens the door, reaching to
take my hand.   When I'm out of the car,
he brings my hand to his lips just like he did at the club.   I can hear Jason shutting his door and
walking around behind us but I can’t take my eyes of Austin.  
    "Come on, princess," he says.   "Your castle of pleasure awaits."
    "Smooth, Austin," Jason laughs.   I love how they are together.   In synch, but teasing too.
    My heart is pounding as we follow the gravel path down
to the pool house entrance.   The water is
lit up with tiny lights and twinkles invitingly.   If I wasn’t on such a covert mission, I'd
suggest taking a swim.   “That pool is
amazing,” I say.
    “You want to swim?” Austin asks.
    “And have your family see us cavorting?   I don’t think so.”   The twins chuckle and I flush.   Oh goodness, I used the word
'cavorting'.   Things must be bad.
    Inside the pool house it is cool and quiet; the
absolute opposite of how I’m feeling.   Jason slips off his black jacket and hangs it on a hook by the
door.   Austin heads to the kitchenette
and pulls some glasses from a high cupboard.   A bottle of champagne is retrieved from the fridge and I stand and watch
as he concentrates on preparing drinks.   Jason messes with his phone for a bit and then mellow music fills the
room.   These guys have seduction down to
a tee.   I wonder how often they do this
together.   I know that Carrie’s twins
always stuck together.   I kind of get it,
I think; that a relationship can be so close that forming other bonds outside
of that relationship might feel like a betrayal of sorts.
    I take off my jacket and lay it on the back of a
chair.   I slip off my shoes because they
are killing my feet and because I feel kind of ridiculous standing in heels
indoors.   I know in my bare feet the
twins are going to be even taller and I like that idea.   I've always had a thing about tall, strong
men.   I guess, even though I can be a
sass-mouth bossy pain in the ass, I like my men to be men.
    I take a seat on a high stool at the counter.   Austin passes me a flute and I drink the
sparkling champagne quickly.   "You
want another?" he asks, green eyes watching my every move and smirk firmly
in place. I seem to amuse him a lot.
    "Sure.   In
for a penny, in for a pound."
    "You've got a funny way of speaking," he
laughs as he tips the bottle, almost spilling the liquid over the edge of the
glass.
    "What do you mean?"
    "Like you're British.   Old-fashioned."
    "I study English lit."
    "Ahhh...that'll be it. I nearly choked when you
said ‘maketh’ and ‘cavorting’."
    "What?   They’re good words."
    "Yes, if you live in sixteenth century England,
in a castle, with a maiden aunt and a saucy butler."
    "Mmm...you could have a point.   Anyway, there's nothing wrong with liking
language."
    "Nothing at all," Jason says, coming