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  Twice Burned

  An MMF Bisexual Romance

  Aly White

  Rain and Cocoa Press

  Twice Burned

  An MMF Bisexual Romance

  By Aly White

  Copyright 2018 by Rain and Cocoa Press

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  1. Julian

  2. Aubrey

  3. Lucas

  4. Aubrey

  5. Julian

  6. Aubrey

  7. Lucas

  8. Julian

  9. Aubrey

  10. Julian

  11. Aubrey

  12. Lucas

  13. Aubrey

  14. Julian

  15. Lucas

  16. Aubrey

  17. Lucas

  18. Julian

  19. Aubrey

  20. Aubrey

  21. Lucas

  22. Julian

  23. Aubrey

  24. Aubrey

  25. Aubrey

  26. Julian

  27. Lucas

  28. Aubrey

  29. Julian

  30. Lucas

  31. Aubrey

  32. Aubrey

  33. Julian

  34. Lucas

  35. Aubrey

  36. Aubrey

  Description

  We used to rescue her from parties

  But now we’re done with catch and release.

  The next time we catch her, we’re not letting go.

  Aubrey Myers is going to belong to us.

  My partner and I used to save our buddy’s little sister from parties.

  At first it was friendship.

  But then Aubrey blossomed into an irresistible woman.

  She got older. More jaded.

  Thinks love is a fool’s errand.

  We shouldn’t mind. Girls are a one-night only event for us.

  We don’t even remember their names.

  But Aubrey - somehow we can’t forget.

  It’s new territory and now we both want her.

  But what if we didn’t fight over her?

  What if we fought for her?

  She doesn’t believe in love. Casts the idea aside.

  But her brother’s wedding has her out in a new light..

  She always looked perfect with in the spotlight

  Except now she’s intent on drinking down the cup of life.

  But us? Well, we want to see her slurp something else.

  **This full-length standalone MMF novel is the debut work of Aly White. No cliffhangers, no cheating, and a Happily Ever After just right for Aubrey and her men.**

  Julian

  “Fuuuuuck,” I groan, my cum spurting out into this little bridesmaid’s mouth.

  She whimpers, trying to swallow everything my 10 inch has to offer.

  But it’s a lot, baby. Don’t worry if you can’t handle it all.

  Still, I’m actually distracted from the whole blowjob the instant I finish spraying down her throat.

  I let last bit spray on her dress…because, yeah, I’m just that kind of prick.

  But she doesn’t seem to mind after letting me finger her before the reception.

  Still…I’m actually getting kind of sick of just being what my best friend’s sister used to call, and I use this term maintaining my full masculinity, a man-ho.

  I mean, I can’t possibly be ready to settle down or anything. No ring in my near future.

  But what if there is something to this whole dating scene?

  Famous last words, doll. You’re so sweet…you already know something is going to happen to me. That’s why you’re ready to turn the page…

  Me? I don’t fucking know anything.

  I clean myself and head out to be with my boys.

  Part of me wonders if I’m not just completely sick of the way things were. Maybe this wedding is getting to me more than I thought.

  So why does this feel less like wedding bells and more like someone’s banging my head on a gong?

  Is the moral of the story to enjoy blowjobs more? I’ll let you be the judge of that…

  Aubrey

  “To be able to find your true love—if that really exists.”

  My words come through gritted teeth, making it clear how infuriating I find making a speech. Austin, a jerk at all times and still remains as one, is apparently my brother, standing on a platform, a thin is arm tightly wrapped around his, and is getting married to a snake, I mean to Diana.

  He shoots me a death glare, and so I continue to sprinkle my tongue with a touch of rainbow pixie dust shit for me to be able to speak about love. “To be able to find your true love is truly a major feat!”

  I roll my eyes so far back in my head that I might even go blind, but turning blind isn’t really a concern to me. Instead, I’d rather go blind than to see people celebrate this dumb and a waste of time tradition.

  I just want this wedding to be over, gosh.

  “Austin and bit—Diana,” I catch myself before I utter the word we used to refer her back in our university days, “have personally allowed us, their friends, their colleagues, their families to witness their delightful wedding day. It is truly a blessing to have them stand in front of us, watch them be as one.” One heck of a disaster.

  “I believe that we will all look back on this special day with full of fondness.” Of bullshit, rather. “I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the two of you.” I raise my glass, motioning others to follow. “Here’s to the bride and groom, let us toast and share this special day with them.”

  I tip the glass to my lips and down the champagne in my glass in one go. Everyone drinks from their own glasses and then a cheer follows, applauding and hollering for the two smiley people standing before them. I fake a smile before I sit down to slump in my chair and stare at the seat in front of me, at the vase on the table, at the vibrant curtains falling to the floor.

  I see a waiter approaching my table, I beckon him to come closer. “Is there anything you need?” he asks, smiling widely. A blue name tag is pinned to his shirt, it reads Michael.

  “You look nice today. Falling victim to the wedding vibe, huh?”

  An unintentional twinkle in his eyes appears, and then he chuckles and says, “thanks. It’s nice to see people tie the knot, don’t you think so?”

  I don’t answer him.

  Instead, I snatch the glasses of champagne on the tray he is balancing with just one hand. He tries to stop me with minimal movement, but I swat his hand away. “Get me a bottle,” I order him.

  He only stares at me, dumbfounded at the sudden change of my mood. I can no longer hold this false front. “Do me a favor and just get me a damn bottle.”

  “One sec,” he says immediately, bolting out at once.

  I am still confounded at my brother for choosing to marry someone from my class. He could’ve picked out someone else, maybe a nobody in her class, a high-end prostitute, or even a girl in the street; I’d, in all conscience, give no fuck and let them live a damn happy life. But he opted for a girl in my class, not to mention that he decided to spend his whole life together with a bitch, a snake, an animal for Pete’s sake.

  My whole life I have been abiding by a rule between us that no one from the two of us, should choose to date or marry someone in their respective schools. It means that I can’t touch anyone
from his school while, in his case, he can’t hit on one of my friends or any of my school mates. But now, look at him, at them, acting thick-skinned and gushing over each other in front of a lot of people.

  Well, perhaps, I can cut him some slack for plumping for the person I cared about the least.

  I hear a familiar sound from the side, right away, I take a glance, looking for the source of the noise when I see Maple, my family’s golden retriever, walk towards me, wagging her tail incessantly. I call her, and she answers with a vibrant bark. She rubs his head against my legs and then her body.

  “Look at you, you’re the only one being cute in here,” I say to Maple as I bend over in an attempt to rub my cheeks against hers. She licks my face, and I shudder as soon as her moist tongue reach my face.

  I remove myself from Maple’s cuddle, once again, sitting straight up on the chair. My food has remained untouched due to my loss of appetite, and so I take the steak with a fork off my plate and give it to Maple. She sits on the floor and sticks out her tongue, awaiting the meat to reach her, and the moment it does, she charges at it, biting off a part within just a few seconds.

  Austin is approaching, he looks exceptionally handsome today, I shall give him credit for that, I just can’t believe he went for the snake-looking bitch, and actually married her. Do you think I’d want my niece or nephew to be a serpent?

  “What’s with the face?” Austin says, taking the empty seat beside me.

  “The steak is too salty, too greasy, hard to chew,” I retort.

  Austin looks down at Maple on the floor. The golden retriever is having a feast of its own, devouring the meat with the intent to gobble down everything. “Maple seems to like it though.”

  “Do I look like a dog to you?” I snap at him. “Should I bite you then? I’ll sink my teeth so deep into your flesh, and then I’ll tear your skin off. Don’t you think that’s a brilliant idea?”

  “Woah, woah, the woman sporting a long face on his brother’s wedding day, what’s with all the hostility?”

  “Haven’t we talked about this? Seriously, Austin, you fucked it up.”

  “And breaking it is truly a major feat,” he raises his voice in a playful tone, stabbing me right directly in the chest with mockery.

  “I swear, one of these days, I’ll hunt every snake in this world for you. It seems that you fancy them.”

  But Austin is not giving in to my antipathy towards Diana, instead, he says, “I actually married one. Apparently, the snake I am referring to likes my snake down here, too. They are strangely compatible.”

  Disgust appears on my face. I lightly hit his arm, trying to make him stop, but he continues, “Aren’t you curious at how we spend time together?”

  “I don’t need you to fill me in with such nonsensical information, keep it to yourselves.” I don’t speak for a while only until I find the audacity to question him seriously then I decide to say, “Why her? There’s a lot of better and prettier woman out there. Divorce her, and I’ll find you one.”

  “Are you actually saying that to me,” he pauses, “on my wedding day, Aubrey?”

  “But we have a rule, and you broke it!”

  “That rule only benefits you. I agreed without giving so much thought into it,” he says.

  “I’m leaving then,” I utter, putting an end to the conversation. I’d rather leave than endure this shithole of a place.

  Why would people celebrate a relationship, what for exactly? When it only brings trouble, disaster, and a whole lot of a mess. People will only stay with you temporarily, and you have to suck it up once that person disappears. And so, such festivity like this isn’t necessary, it only promotes momentary bliss, and life isn’t all about that.

  But then Austin grabs my arm, stopping me from taking my leave. He stands and pulls me back to my seat. As if he is possessed by a strange spirit, he fixes my hair and put my chin up with his fingers, scanning my face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “Making sure you look pretty,” he replies.

  “There is never a time I am not,” I clarify but his sudden action still puzzles me. “I’m going home anyway. Take your hands off me.”

  “Remove that frown on your face, or you’ll regret it,” he says. He snatches his hand back, and then he turns to his side. “Lucas, Julian, here!”

  I turn my head and instantly my eyes land on the two guys, slowly walking towards our seat. Their hairs are both styled neatly, complimenting their otherworldly drop-dead gorgeous faces.

  Lucas is wearing a blue suit, a sharp looking, and well-fitted one. While Julian is dressed in a dark one, exquisitely cut and a perfect match for his impeccable manners.

  “Enjoy the view. I know you had such a huge crush on them both, whether or not you call them man hussies,” Austin says and looks at me, from his eyes alone I grasp that he is having a fun time teasing me. I get an urge to hit him in the head, but just in the distance, Aaron and Julian continue to stride.

  I try not to die laughing.

  “Man-ho,” I whisper to myself mostly because Austin is deep in thought now. Though the word he was trying to remember was man-ho, I could actually appreciate a man hussy too.

  Uhm, you know what I mean. Gosh. I know, half the time I’m all like “oh golly gee” like I’m someone’s grandma. Then I’m like ultra PMS beeyotch who’s like fuck you and fuck off.

  Part of being a woman, am I right? Delicate feminine flower and also, like, hear me roar?

  I must act pretty, I tell myself.

  Easier said than done. I know you’re probably laughing at me right now. I would be too if I knew what was coming for me. But right now I’m just the gal burned out on love and surrounded by a nauseating expression of it.

  We’ve all been there, right?

  But wait till you see how this turns out…

  Lucas

  Julian is the first one to see the table where Austin sits after we hear him holler at us. “Damn,” he murmurs under his breath. “Look at our friend.”

  He taps me on the back and points at Austin who has this dope white tuxedo hugging his sturdy body. The way he looks right now surpasses even the top tier models in the company. Maybe for the next car release, I'll persuade him to model for us. Well, don’t you think it’s a waste if you wouldn’t take advantage of your friend’s good looks?

  Julian is already walking ahead; right away, I follow him to Austin’s table. Austin has his arms spread over as a warm welcome gesture, initiating a hug. Julian takes it and says, “Man, you look dope.”

  In which Austin replies, “Aren’t you looking great as well? Dating anyone?”

  “Nah,” Julian answers. “Got no time on my hands.”

  “I’m glad you made time for me,” Austin exclaims and breaks the hug between them. He ends it with a fist bump.

  Then he turns his head in my direction, landing his gaze on me. He slowly walks forward and says, “Well, well, well, look who we have here.”

  “The best looking guy among the three of us?” The corners of my lips curl upward, turning into a proud grin.

  “We haven’t settled that yet,” Austin retaliates. “I might give in if I see the latest car model in my garage.”

  “You don’t ask for much, huh. That’s doable with just a snap of my finger.”

  Austin smiles so wide in response, he leans forward for a hug and says, “C’mon, man. This is why you are a great friend. Unlike that guy.” He turns his head around, gesturing at Julian.

  “Want me to verify your account?” Julian asks.

  “Do I get compensated every time I post?” He playfully mocks Julian. The three of us find it hard to keep in touch now that we grew up and have to live the adult life, dealing with our own careers, juggling work and relationship—in which Julian and I, failed so much at.

  We burst into laughter, it is so loud that we are stealing everyone’s attention, or probably because we are just too damn good-looking everyone has been feasting on us since
our arrival.

  I remember we were referred to as “The Three Musketeers,” the three refined, audacious, ambitious, and suave guys. It is not a surprise that we attract a lot of women back in the college days. Or our middle school days.

  “I can’t believe you’re settling down,” I say to Austin after calming ourselves down.

  “Are you concerned that I might not be able to come with you guys to the club?”

  “That reminds me.” I turn to Julian. “This dude can’t come anymore.”

  “Why can’t I?” Austin says. “I can always get approval, and I think Diana doesn’t really mind, as long as I don’t get anyone pregnant,” he jokes.

  “Fuck, man. She’s cool with that?” Julian asks.

  But then the answer we get doesn't come from Austin but from a girl sitting beside him. She says, "She is a snake after all."

  I turn to look at Austin, and he tightens his lips. “Don’t you think that’s enough?” he snaps at the woman.

  There seems to be tension going between them, and so I try to divert their attention away by letting out a fake cough. "Anyway, where's your sister?"