Page 18 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)

I stare at him.

“Oh my god, you did it, didn’t you?” I say in a hushed voice. “You took a teen girl’s innocence!”

My dad rolls his eyes, even as the flush on his cheeks deepen.

“It’s not like that June. I met someone who’s really amazing and special. Sure, she’s young, but what’s age got to do with it? We really get along, and yes, she let me sample her curves. But it’s not what it sounds like. What we have is profound and real, and I won’t let you denigrate it.”

I pause because in fact, that’s how I feel about Finn, Forest and Fred. Sure, we just met but there’s something electric about being with the three men. They’re charismatic, confident, and empathetic all at once, but it’s also something more. They touch something in me, and we get along really well. It’s like I’ve known them my entire life, although actually, we only just met.

“Okay, tell me her name,” I say slowly.

Owen shrugs.

“Her name doesn’t matter,” he begins.

“Oh my god, you don’t even know her name!” I exclaim. “You’re so sketchy!”

My dad shakes his head and laughs.

“No, I do,” he reassures me. “But names aren’t important. What’s important is that we really get along. She adds something to my life. Not that you don’t, sweetheart,” he says hastily. “But she adds something different.”

“Of course,” I nod. “I’m your daughter, and she’s a lady friend. Is she in Dads and Daughters, may I ask?”

“No,” says Owen, his eyes glinting. “But we’re looking into it.”

Hmm, this is very interesting. Evidently, my dad’s made love to a young woman who’s managed to turn his outlook around within twenty-four hours. Despite the fact that they barely know one another, he has a spring to his step and a lightness to his aura. Maybe I can talk to him about Finn, Fred, and Forest. After all, if he’s been able to find the real thing, then why can’t I?

But Owen stands and grabs his jacket before throwing another brilliant smile my way.

“In fact, I’m off to see my new lady friend now.”

My eyebrows raise but I just smile back.

“Sure. Say hi to your mystery woman for me.”

“Will do,” he chuckles before heading out the door. It closes with a resounding click, and I stare at the wall in the thundering silence. What just happened? Did my dad just find love? Is that even possible in this day and age?

Even more astonishing, have I found love with the Connaught brothers? I’ve certainly lived out my fantasies with them, that’s for sure. But love? That’s another story. Or is it?

11

June

I sit in the Connaught brothers’ suite at the Lodge.

“I’m not even supposed to be here, am I?” I ask wryly. “Are they going to throw me out?”

Finn, Forest, and Fred share a look.

“No, they won’t throw you out, but you’re right. As a woman who ran out of her own initiation, the club probably wouldn’t look kindly to you being here.”

I smile at them coyly while twirling a curl around my finger.

“So what am I doing here then?”

Light flares in the three men’s eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” asks Finn silkily.

“What does it feel like you’re doing?” adds Forest, stroking the arch of my right foot. My head dips back and I let out a blissful sigh. I’ve been dating the men for only a week, and yet it feels like we’ve been together forever. At the moment, I’m sprawled on their couch with Finn, Forest, and Fred beside me. Forest is giving me a foot massage while Fred kneads my neck and back. Finn is softly stroking my arm, but I can tell he wants to do more. His hand keeps “accidentally” brushing my jugs and I know pretty soon he’s going to be kissing me where it counts.

After all, the tension between us is magical. Never have I felt so drawn to three men. At first, I was confused.

“Do you guys often share women?” I asked hesitantly as we ate dinner at a diner one night. “Is this common for you guys?”

Finn, Forest, and Fred exchanged a look.

“It is,” confirmed Fred. “We enjoy heaping attention on the women that we’re with, and it works best when there’s a three-to-one ratio.”

I stare at them.

“But how did you get into this?” I ask slowly. “Have you always dated in a quad formation?”

The brothers throw their heads back and laugh.

“No, not exactly. In fact, we didn’t know each other until about fifteen years ago.”

My spoon clatters to the hard table top.

“What? But you’re brothers. How is that even possible?”

Forest nods knowingly.

“We look very similar, so a lot of people think we’re biologically related, but in fact, we’re not. All three of us were adopted at age sixteen by an eccentric elderly couple named John and Marjorie Connaught. They were millionaires, but never had children of their own. Upon hitting seventy, they decided to do some good with their fortune, and we were adopted all within a year.”