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All the Best Men: An MFMM Menage Romance by Cassandra Dee (11)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Katie

 

Squirming in my office chair, I couldn’t believe what had happened at Wayland Manor. Not only had I lost my virginity, but now Mason, Kane and Tyler had also popped my anal cherry. It was so wrong, and yet the dumb smile wouldn’t leave my face.

Because I let three alpha billionaires own my back hole on a nineteenth century bed at a tourist attraction. We went at it like wild animals, screaming and crying, uncaring of who was outside. It’s a miracle they didn’t call the cops from all the heavy pounding and breathless gasps.

But it’s weird because I feel no guilt over what happened. I should, I know. We defiled a historic place, treating the antique furniture like it was Ikea. But that aside, I feel really good. Floating on a cloud even, like I can’t get enough. Because this is more than some hot sex, and then sayonara. Mason, Tyler and Kane surprised me by asking me questions about myself during the trip, really curious about my life. The billionaires wanted to know what makes me tick, what makes me glow, and most of all, what makes me scream with pleasure.

Suddenly, a voice cut into my daydream.

“Where were you earlier today Katie? You seem a bit flushed,” Sally asked with concern written all over her face. Sally’s a dinosaur at the magazine, one of those people who’ll never be fired because she’s a fixture around the place. But at the same time, I liked her. I liked the hopelessly old-fashioned pearls in a place that was supposed to represent the cutting edge of fashion. I liked her slightly messy hair, if only because my own curls was always a little mussed too.

“I’m fine, just a little warm,” was my blushing reply. I tried to look normal, but it was impossible. “I’m fine,” I said, ducking my head again, even fanning my cheeks a little. “Thanks.”

Sally clucked like a matronly hen.

“You look a little peaked,” she said kindly. “Here, take my water,” she said, placing a plastic cup of ice cold liquid before me. “Just in case you’re getting sick.”

And gratefully, I drank as Sally moved off down the hall. Get with it! warned the voice in my head. You can’t be acting weird at the office. This is work, where they pay you to be productive.

Of course they do, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop my train of thought. Because what would the ladies’ faces look like if I told them I’d just had butt sex with three hot alphas? That I’d let three men spurt their cream into me, one right after another, filling me up all the way?

They probably wouldn’t believe it, that’s what.

Quiet, capable Katie, having anal sex?

With three men?

Yeah, right.

But it was true. And wiggling my ass slightly, I wondered if their sperm was leaking out of my back end right now. There was so much of it after all. Maybe a bathroom break was necessary to make sure it didn’t seep through my panties and leave a tell-tale wet spot on my skirt.

“Heading to the bathroom Laney, I’ll be back,” I called out to my co-worker in the next cube. For some reason, the need to talk out loud was overwhelming, but Laney didn’t even look in my direction, head buried in something or other.

“Okay,” was her mumbled reply.

Getting up awkwardly, I headed for the restroom. Oof, my anus ached a bit, my gait a little unsteady. But before even getting half the way there, my snotty co-worker Mary, a senior editor, accosted me. Stumbling, I almost ran into her before coming to an abrupt halt.

Because I’ve never liked Mary, and she’s never liked me. The woman is a blonde trust fund baby who looks like a Barbie doll on steroids, with boobs out to there, all plastic. Most times, she didn’t pay attention to me, I was below her level. But there were times when those viper eyes turned my way, and I shivered at the memory.

“Hi,” I said tentatively, unsure how to handle the interaction. “How are you?”

An uneasy feeling knotted my gut. What did the woman want?

Mary glared at me suspiciously, blue eyes like hard cubes of ice.

“Well aren’t you chipper today. Did Jake, your long-distance boyfriend finally come back into town?”

The woman batted fake lashes and put on a Joker-like smile that showed perfect white teeth. So that’s what this was about. She knew Jake was a lie and had decided to call me out on it. Why? Why now of all times? What good was that going to do?

And just like in high school, suddenly, we had an audience. People peered over cubicle walls, putting calls on hold to eavesdrop on our conversation. Eavesdrop wasn’t even the right word. They were watching overtly, whispering behind lifted hands.

My bravado left me just as suddenly as it had appeared. Did they all know? Maybe everyone knew about Jake being fake. But it was fine. It was all fine because I had three men now. Holding my head high, my voice rang clear and true.

“Jake and I broke up last week,” I stated matter of factly. “I’m seeing someone new now.” People rolled their eyes discreetly, like I was lying all over again.

And Mary laughed a high-pitched hyena laugh.

“Is your new guy long distance too?” she thrummed throatily. “Let me guess, this one works in Borneo or somewhere so far away that the only time you guys see each other is over Skype right? This is a Skype relationship?” she sneered.

My fingers itched to slap that witchy grin from her face.

“Actually, if you must know, we just started dating,” I replied stiffly. “We met this weekend at my best friend’s wedding.”

If Mary rolled her eyes any harder they probably would roll right out of her head and out the door. Her laugh this time was laced with malice and venom as she eyed me up and down before speaking.

“Seriously, Katie,” she said condescendingly. “You should just stop telling lies. Just stop. This isn’t seventh grade. Everyone knows that Jake was a figment of your imagination. Everyone in the office feels sorry for you but doesn’t want to call you out. So just stop with this boyfriend shit, okay?”

Was that true?

Did everyone know?

But the thing is, there was truth to my words this time.

But before I could respond, Mary’s words came again.

“Now maybe you’ll stop with all your ridiculous lies. No one would ever be interested in a fat girl like you. Please. We work at a women’s magazine. We know what men want, and it’s definitely not you.”

She stood there preening like a peacock, venom dripping from her lips. I wanted to shoot back with a sharp retort, act smart and sassy, and yet all I could do was stand there with my mouth open, willing the waterworks not to start.

“But … but ….” came my stammer.

Mary twirled a platinum lock around her fingers, already bored.

“Please Katie,” she sighed like a lady in waiting. “Don’t waste our time, okay? You don’t belong here. You only got hired because we needed diversity, and you were the “fat” component. Haven’t you noticed? The rest of us are thin, you’re the only one who’s out of shape.”

And I couldn’t take it anymore. Was there some kind of diversity initiative that included bodies of all types? I’ve heard of gender diversity, racial diversity, even sexual orientation as a guideline. But body shapes? Was I the magazine’s nod to curvy girls?

It was too much. Letting out a choked cry, I ran for the bathroom, slamming the door and burrowing into a stall. And then the waterworks came like a flood. Why were some girls so cruel? Whatever happened to sisterhood? I know we’re not a perfect team, but still, this?

Tearing big gobs of tissue from the toilet paper roll I blotted my face, make-up coming off in smudges. Oh god, oh god. Why was this happening?

But there were no answers. After sobbing some more, I sat limply on the toilet seat. Why had I been humiliated again? Why me? I was twenty-two, and scenes like this were throwbacks to junior high. But not for me.

Snuffling hard, I pulled down my panties with the urge to go. But a weird sticky feeling overcame me then. Oh my god, there was a string of cum connecting my puss to the thin silk, and seeing the wetness made me feel better. It was like Kane, Mason and Tyler were in the stall with me, their big forms reassuring, concrete proof of my desirability.

And in a trance, I did something dirty then. Slowly probing one of the globs with my finger, I raised the digit to my lips to sample their combined spunk, the unique salty-sweet flavor flooding my senses.

Reassurance overcame over my form then, like a warm liquid shoring up my soul. This is real. They are real. I didn’t make this up. I, Katie Evans, have three alpha billionaires interested in me. Kane, Tyler and Mason think I’m sexy and beautiful, full stop. We’ve done crazy things, all because they find me irresistible.

So yeah, the cum in my panties was concrete proof. Despite how Mary wanted to make me feel, she couldn’t take that away. She couldn’t take away what I’d shared with them, the loving so hot and strong. Every word, every touch from the men made me feel cherished. Being around them was like soaring to a higher plane, my senses magnified, the world in a rainbow of color instead of gray and black.

Suddenly, a thought struck my mind. What was all this about rainbows and soaring to higher planes? Was I insane? Was I headed to the loony bin? Because this was the talk of love, and yet we’d never discussed anything like that. We’d never discussed a relationship, or really anything beyond sightseeing this weekend. Was I crazy, a girl projecting years ahead, when all I had was a few days?

But it couldn’t be denied because the truth was crystal clear, a dagger to my soul. I wanted more time with them. I wanted to get to know them, to establish a loving relationship. I wanted to be their girlfriend, to do something long-term. My heart told me yes. And my head couldn’t deny it any longer.

With that newfound revelation, I cleaned myself up and returned to the office with my chin held high, making an executive decision to take the rest of the day off. And thankfully, no one spoke a word or looked in my direction as I retrieved my purse from my bottom desk drawer and strode from the office. It was embarrassing, two spots of color high on my cheeks, but totally necessary. After all, no one cares about me … except for Mason, Kane and Tyler.