Twice the Match: A Menage Romance (The MFM Dating Agency Book 1) Page 6

  He filled her up, his cock spearing her and sending shock waves of pleasure from her core to her fingers. She moaned as he pulled back, crying out as he thrust even harder.

  “Fuck, Maddie. You’re so damn tight.” He took her by the waist, arm wrapped around her as he turned wild and frenzied, bucking into her again and again.

  With every pass, his head hit the spot she needed, grazing her inner walls and bringing an orgasm flying full speed at her like a hawk swooping in for a kill. The orgasm crashed into her and she screamed, his name filling her mouth as he came into the condom.

  They collapsed against the railing and Clark kissed the back of her neck. “Next time, I’m fucking you in a bed, my dear.”

  She smiled through the haze of pleasure. “You have one of those too, right?”

  Chapter 11

  MITCH

  Mitch tossed the papers on his desk and rested his elbows on the polished walnut. Concentrating on the estate plan in front of him proved impossible with Maddie on his mind. He rubbed at his temples, willing himself back into the legal game when his intercom buzzed.

  “There’s a Mr. Clark Hill here to see you, sir.”

  Mitch sat back in his chair. Clark came to see him? He doubted the man would tell him anything he wanted to hear, but he couldn’t turn him away. Not if there was a chance he could be the bearer of good news.

  He pushed the intercom button to respond. “Send him in. And hold my calls, please.”

  “Yes, sir.” His secretary clicked off and a minute later, Clark slumped into one of his guest chairs.

  The shadows under his eyes and the day-old beard covering his jaw proclaimed the same inability to focus that plagued Mitch. If anything, Clark looked the worse for wear. His suit sported two-day-old wrinkles and his collar gaped open one button too far.

  One thing was obvious: they had it bad for the same woman, and neither one knew what to do about it.

  Clark rested his forearms on his knees, hands twining together in front of him. “I can’t get her out of my head.”

  Mitch exhaled. Not good news. He leaned back in his office chair, bouncing against the resistance. “You’re preaching to the choir.”

  Clark rubbed a hand through his hair, oblivious to the mess it made. “I can’t sleep. I can’t focus at work. Fuck, I had to hand off a deposition to my second chair this morning because I couldn’t trust myself not to screw it up.”

  Mitch snorted his agreement and picked up the stack or papers on his desk. “This estate plan? It might as well be written in Latin.” He threw it back down. “I’m trying to stay afloat here and sell my part of the practice to the highest bidder, and I can’t remember if this client has two kids or four.”

  They were hopeless, the pair of them. Two weeks of dating the same woman had driven them to distraction and beyond. Mitch confessed his concerns. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”

  Clark’s eyes snapped up. “You could always bow out.”

  “Not a chance.” Mitch turned serious. “I’m not giving her up, Clark. I think…” He hesitated.

  Admitting it was the first step in facing a problem, right?

  His words came out with the gravity they deserved. “I’m in love with her.”

  Clark’s lips thinned into a line. “You’re not the only one.” He pushed out of the chair and walked to the window, staring out through the blinds at all the buildings piled on top of one another. “I’ve never felt this before. Never been this invested and tied up in knots. I can’t let her go, Mitch.” His voice hardened. “I won’t.”

  Mitch nodded. Ever since that first night together, he’d known on some level the road the three of them were headed down. Unless he could convince Clark and Maddie to agree to an… unconventional arrangement… he didn’t see a future.

  He phrased his next question carefully. “What if she’s as torn up as we are?”

  Clark spun around. “Excuse me?”

  “What if Maddie can’t choose?”

  “I don’t understand what you’re getting at. Just spit it out.”

  Mitch pushed back his chair and stood up. He walked over to the windows and stopped in front of Clark. “What if we came to some sort of agreement?”

  “You mean we both date her?”

  Mitch paused. “Something like that.”

  Clark opened his mouth, about to respond, but shut it again. He stumbled over to the guest chair and sat down. “I’m listening.”

  MADDIE

  “It’s a train wreck, Harlow. I don’t even know how I got here. It’s like Godzilla has stomped all over my insides and turned my heart into a bloody pulp.”

  “That’s gross.”

  “But that’s how I feel.” She slumped down onto Harlow’s couch and exhaled. Mitch and Clark were the two best things to ever walk into her life, and they were making her miserable.

  Harlow handed her a mug brimming with hot coffee, and she took it without so much as a smile. “I can’t stop thinking about either one of them. Every time I go out with Mitch, I think he’s the one I want. Then I go out with Clark and I flip-flop.”

  She rubbed her eyes before continuing. “I never thought I’d be one of these women, leading more than one guy on. But here I am, making a fool out of myself two times over.” She exhaled. “It’s impossible.”

  “Nonsense. Nothing is ever impossible. We just need to come up with a plan.”

  “Easy for you to say.” Maddie pouted over the rim of her mug. “It’s not your life that’s turned upside down. I’m completely flummoxed. This morning I sat down to pick the fabric for the Harrisons’ guest chairs and I couldn’t. It’s like Mitch and Clark have completely ruined my ability to make a single choice. About anything!”

  Harlow sat in a chair opposite the sofa, tucking her legs up under her as she sipped her own coffee. “What if I told you I’ve heard from one of them?”

  Maddie froze, the mug hovering an inch from her lips. “What do you mean?”

  “Mitch contacted me this morning.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Are you sure you want to know?”

  Maddie blanched. They were done with her, she knew it. She couldn’t pick, so they were both saying goodbye. She bit her lip before asking for details. “Is it that bad?”

  Harlow set her mug on the coffee table and scooted forward. “Before I tell you, I need to know and it needs to be the truth.” Harlow reached for her and squeezed her hands. “Are you in love with them?”

  Maddie blinked. Love? Was that the indescribable feeling dominating her thoughts and turning her brain to jelly?

  She chewed on her lip, tugging it over her bottom teeth as she thought about Clark and Mitch. They were incredible, amazing, too good to be true. Both of them. But love? She’d never said that little word to a man before, and she wasn’t sure she could, even now. “I don’t know.”

  Harlow dropped her hands and scooted back, saying nothing. After a beat, Maddie risked a glance at her face. She wasn’t happy.

  Instead of an understanding smile, Harlow stared at her, eyebrows knitted together, thinking. At last, she exhaled. “All right. Then I suggest you go out with them again. Together this time.”

  What? Maddie shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

  “A three-way date. You and Mitch and Clark.”

  Had Harlow spiked her coffee? Fallen on her head during yoga class this morning? It didn’t make any sense. Maddie gawked at her. “I tell you I can’t choose between Mitch and Clark, and you tell me to go out with both at the same time? How is that going to help anything?”

  Harlow shrugged. “If you don’t know what you’re feeling and you can’t make a choice, then you need to put them side by side. Maybe with both of them right there, you can pick a winner.”

  “I can’t do that! It’s mean!”

  Her best friend cracked a smile for the first time that afternoon. “Honey, they’re lawyers. They’re used to it.”

  Chapter
12

  MADDIE

  Harlow had told her to go out with both of them. Pick someplace the three of you can talk and interact, she’d told her. Somewhere quiet and low-key. The focus should be on how they made her feel, not whether they liked the movie or won that round of golf.

  It had taken her an entire day to come up with an idea, but once it popped into her head, she couldn’t shake it. If she wanted to find out which guy was the right one for her, then she’d cook for them. At her place.

  She couldn’t deny that cooking dinner for two guys was super awkward, but it made sense. At home, Maddie could be herself. She pulled the salad out of the fridge and uncorked the wine.

  This is it. She’d serve them dinner, they’d talk, and she’d make a choice. Once and for all.

  The doorbell rang and she hustled to answer, pulling the door open as she bounded to a stop.

  “Hi, Maddie.” Mitch held out a bouquet of roses, and she took them with a question on her lips.

  “He’s coming.” Mitch stepped forward and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. “I might have beat him to the elevator.”

  Maddie laughed as the sound of rushed footsteps carried down the hall. “Didn’t you hear me holler to wait—” Clark cut off the rest of his complaint as Maddie and Mitch came into view.

  He stopped in front of her and held out two bottles of wine. “I didn’t know what we were having, so I brought white and red.”

  Maddie shook her head. Roses and two bottles of wine and two sexy guys standing outside her apartment. She had to admit, part of her could get used to this. As long as they were all together, she didn’t feel like she was cheating or constantly having to choose.

  She waved both men inside, ushering them into the living room before ducking back into the kitchen to drop off the wine. From her spot behind the counter, Maddie watched the two men who turned her whole world upside down.

  Mitch slipped off his jacket and laid it across the back of her couch. Clark did the same. Maddie couldn’t hear their conversation, but Clark laughed and Mitch shook his head and she smiled. If only she could freeze the moment and live like that forever. The thought made her pause. Could she?

  Lots of men dated more than one woman. Okay, sure, maybe they didn’t invite all those girls to dinner at the same time, or fantasize about them getting it on in the same bed, but how different was it, really?

  And what if she was in love with them both? Didn’t that make it okay?

  Visions of the limo ride they all shared the first night popped into her head, and Maddie blushed. The three of them had been magic together. Maybe tonight would be a chance to explore the possibilities. Take a chance on an unconventional future.

  She grabbed the opener and both bottles. It would be a two-wine dinner tonight.

  CLARK

  “What do you mean, you’ve never been ice skating?”

  Maddie shrugged. “Just what I said.”

  Clark drained the rest of his glass and set it on the table. “You grew up outside Chicago and you never once went ice skating?”

  She shook her head.

  “Not on some neighbor’s frozen pond or on some river out in the sticks?”

  “Nope.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “Then we’ve got to fix that. Come winter, I’m taking you ice skating at the rink downtown. First day it opens.”

  Maddie smiled, her cheeks warmed by the wine and her eyes glowing with enjoyment. Damn, he loved seeing her happy.

  Mitch picked up the wine bottle and poured the last of the red into each of their glasses. “Let’s toast.” He raised his glass and Clark and Maddie did the same. “To reconnecting with old friends and finding new ones.”

  Clark sipped, his eyes never leaving Maddie’s face. She glanced first at Mitch and then at him, a curious expression on her face.

  “You’re thinking something.”

  Maddie set down her glass and nodded. “We’re done with dinner, right?”

  Both men nodded.

  “Then let’s go get comfortable. I want to play a game.”

  The way she said “game” had Clark shifting in his seat. He had a feeling Pictionary and charades weren’t on Maddie’s mind. He followed her, Mitch right behind, and the pair of them sat down on her overstuffed sofa.

  Maddie perched on the coffee table, her sexy black dress riding up to expose thighs Clark couldn’t wait to run his fingers over. Mitch noticed too and he shifted on the couch, rising to rest his forearms on his knees.

  “I was thinking we could do something silly. Something I haven’t done in years.”

  “Don’t tell me you’ve got Chutes and Ladders tucked away somewhere in here. I always got stuck sliding down the big slide at the top.”

  Maddie wet her lips. “How about truth or dare?”

  Whoa. Clark suppressed a smile. “If there’s something you want to know, you can just ask. We don’t need to make a game of it.”

  She straightened up, determination perfecting her posture. “I don’t have to do anything.”

  Damn, he loved it when she took up a challenge. This will be fun.

  “You’re serious?” Mitch asked from the other side of the couch. Guess he didn’t think so. Something to hide, old friend? Clark watched as Maddie zeroed in on his competitor.

  He couldn’t figure out where she was going with this little game of hers, but he liked it. Games were always his strong suit. Maybe she wanted to get a little naughty and didn’t know how to ask for it. Or maybe this was her way of sussing out their feelings.

  Either way, Clark had this in the bag.

  Maddie focused on Mitch. “Want to go first?”

  He held up his hands. “I don’t even remember how the game works.”

  Maddie scooted forward on the table, her ass barely clinging to the wood. “Let me remind you.” She leaned forward, her breasts spilling over the top of her dress as she asked her question. “Truth or dare? You have to pick one.”

  Mitch glanced over at Clark, his eyes uncertain. “Truth, I guess.”

  Maddie exhaled. “True or False: You want to keep seeing me, even if Clark does, too.”

  “True.” He hesitated. “Is it my turn?”

  Maddie nodded and Mitch turned to Clark. “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  “Whatever you’ve got going on with Maddie is more about winning than anything else.”

  Sorry to disappoint. “False.” Clark turned to Maddie. She picked another truth and he went for it. “You know you have to pick one of us.”

  She looked straight into his eyes and answered without pause. “False.”

  Clark blinked. This was getting interesting. He glanced over at Mitch. With his brows knitted, Clark knew the man was thinking the same thing.

  He’d assumed Maddie would turn to Mitch, but she didn’t. “Clark, truth or dare?”

  Let’s shake this up a bit. “Dare.”

  Maddie ran her tongue over her lower lip. “I dare you to kiss me.”

  “That’s not really a dare, babe.” Clark slid forward on the couch and took her face in his hands. He hovered an inch away from her lips until she looked up into his eyes. “I’d never turn down a chance to do this.”

  He pressed his lips against hers and she reached for him, grabbing his shirt and twisting it in her fingers as he took her deeper. He lashed her mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweet mix of wine and chocolate and Maddie all swirled together. His cock throbbed and Clark never wanted the moment to end.

  Forget Mitch and this silly game. He could lay Maddie down right in the middle of her coffee table and fuck her till morning.

  Mitch cleared his throat. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

  Damn it. Maddie pushed on his chest and at last, Clark relented. “Fine. Mitch. Truth or dare?”

  “Dare.”

  “I dare you to leave.”

  Mitch stood up, anger turning his mouth into a scowl, when Maddie spoke up. “Not allowed. No one’s going
anywhere. Mitch, sit down. It’s my turn.”

  She turned back to Clark. “Just for that, you don’t get to pick. I say it’s truth.”

  “Fine. Ask me anything.”

  “Have you ever had a threesome?”

  What? Of all the questions for Maddie to ask, that one hadn’t been anywhere in Clark’s mind. He hesitated.

  “What’s wrong, Clark? Cat got your tongue?”

  “Shut up, Mitch.” He focused on Maddie. “Yes. Once.”

  “When? With whom?” Mitch peppered him with questions, but Clark refused to answer.

  “It’s not your turn. It’s mine.” He looked at Maddie. “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  “Have you?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to?”

  “That’s more than—”

  Maddie held up a hand and silenced Mitch. “Yes.”

  “With whom?”

  “You know damn well who.” She stood up and before Clark knew it, Maddie had straddled his lap. Her dress ruched up to her waist, her pussy ground against his cock and Clark reached out to grab her ass. “I can’t choose. Not right now.”

  “What are you saying?” Mitch cut in and Maddie turned to him.

  She reached out, grabbing him by the neck and tugging him closer. With her sweet panty-clad snatch rubbing up and down in Clark’s crotch, she kissed Mitch, tongue darting out to lap across his lips.

  Fuck. It shouldn’t turn him on, but it did. The sight of her devouring Mitch’s mouth while she ground against Clark tore his control to shreds. Mitch’s questions from the week before popped into his mind. Could they have more than just this ring-around of competition?

  Could they find a way to make this work?

  At last, Maddie pulled away from Mitch, her lips swollen and pink. “I want you both to fuck me. Tonight. At the same time.”

  Hell. “You’re sure?” Clark had to ask.