Page 13 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)
My brothers and I make our way downstairs, and luck strikes almost immediately. June’s there, her expression ragged as she sits alone on an overstuffed couch. There’s something poignant about the image. The brunette’s hair is mussed, and her cheeks are flushed from the antics of the previous half hour. Her feet are bare, and she’s shaking her head slightly, as if she can’t believe what just happened.
We smile and stealthily make our approach.
“Hey,” my brother Fred begins. “How are you?”
Her chin jerks up, and I’m immediately enraptured by the pure caramel depths of her gaze.
“Hi,” she says slowly. “Do I know you?”
Finn holds out his hand, and her crystal platform shoes are balanced in his big palm.
“Well, we’re looking for Cinderella,” he quips. “Would you like to try on these heels?”
Despite her anxiety, June manages to laugh a little, and the sweet sound fills the air.
“Thanks,” she says ruefully, taking the shoes from my brother. “I’m June Merchant. But judging from your tuxes, you already know that.”
We nod because for initiations, sometimes the truckers get dressed up. Not always, but if the ceremony is taking place in a formal setting, we like to fancy-it-up occasionally.
“I’m Forest Connaught, and these are my brothers Finn and Fred,” I say by way of introduction. “We’re members of Dads and Daughters, but maybe you don’t want to talk about that right now?”
June smiles ruefully.
“Yeah, what happened was pretty much a disaster, wasn’t it?” she quips. “Did you witness it?”
We nod slowly.
“We did,” says Finn. “But it wasn’t a disaster. You were beautiful, June. You were gorgeous and innocent, and we appreciate that even if your membership wasn’t consummated.”
The pretty girl blushes a bit.
“But that’s the thing,” she says. “No one even told me there was a ‘consummation’ coming. I thought it was more of a debutante presentation.”
At that, my brothers and I throw our heads back and laugh.
“Well, the debutante part is sort of right,” growls Finn. “We like our girls to start out innocent, but by the time they get through Dads and Daughters, they’re anything but.”
June smiles slightly and looks at us hesitantly.
“I don’t know you or anything—” she begins.
I nod reassuringly.
“Go right ahead and ask.”
She takes a deep breath.
“But don’t you have reservations about your club? I mean, what I’ve heard about it is totally X-rated, not to mention potentially illegal.”
My brothers and I share knowing looks.
“It’s not illegal because everyone is of legal age. No one joins until they’re at least eighteen, and sometimes the girls don’t join until they’re quite a bit older. Each case is evaluated on an individual basis.”
Finn nods.
“But your question is a good one because yes, we definitely engage in some illicit practices. Nothing that’s illegal, but it certainly pushes the boundaries in some cases. There aren’t any red rooms or crazy BDSM bondage, but there are definitely new areas to be explored and the club does that,” he says simply.
June looks thoughtful and she speaks carefully.
“Again, I don’t know you, but what are the ‘things’ that the club does? What boundaries do they push?”
Fred nods.
“That’s a good question. Have you been to the Lodge?”
She nods slowly.
“Yes, I was there before the ceremony for some spa treatments. I had my hair and nails done, but I didn’t really see what else there was. Tennis courts? A lounge? Lots of flatscreen TVs?”
We chuckle.
“The Lodge is a place the truckers built eons ago so we’d have a private abode away from the rest of society. It has all the things you mentioned, but also a lot more,” begins Fred.
“For example, there’s a pool,” adds Finn with a sly smile. “But it’s topless only. The girls go about wearing nothing but tiny bikini bottoms, and it’s quite the sight. Plus, there’s a laundromat where the machines provide special pleasure, and a clearing outdoors where people enjoy one another au naturel.”
June looks confused.
“Au naturel? Like a nudist resort?”
We grin.
“Sort of. More like a pagan holiday where men and women indulge in their deepest desires. You’d like it,” I say simply.
The brunette is slowly coming to grips with what I’m saying.
“But whenever I think of pagan holidays, I think of bodies writhing in masses on the ground. Male, female, male on female, female on male, two or more, triplets … well, you get the picture. I always think of an orgy. Is that what you’re referring to?”
Finn, Fred and I share another look. Now the conversation’s getting interesting.
“In fact, yes. Maybe not an orgy exactly, but my brothers and I definitely like to share. We’d like to share you, in fact, if you’re interested. Ménage is definitely something that happens around the Lodge.”
June’s eyes grow wide, and for the first time, I think she senses the testosterone raging in the air. We’ve kept our male instincts leashed so far, but desperation is creeping past our strict discipline, and my brothers are staring at the curvy brunette with undisguised hunger now.