The Muse: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  I shifted all of my strength to my arms. As I did, my legs gave out from under me. I dragged him down with me. As we landed, I heard the distinct clank of dense metal hitting concrete.

  I knew that sound. It was my salvation. I looked around in search of it. I found it barely eight feet away. It was the gun. Had it popped out of his belt when he fell? Who cares? As weak as I was, I knew I only had one way to win this fight. So I let go of Thorin’s neck and went after it.

  Eight feet. After days of walking and so many senseless deaths, that was all that was left. I pulled away, clawing at the ground. Everything hurt. It didn’t matter. I only had a few more feet.

  I did what I could to hold him down as I moved. It worked, but it didn’t work for long. I was still five feet away, and I needed more time.

  “No!” Rose screamed.

  That couldn’t be good. He had to be getting up. Four feet away, I heard a click. I stretched out my arm. I was still short. Three feet, maybe.

  Using every ounce of strength I had, I kept moving. I was burning to know what was going on behind me. I wanted to look, but I knew I couldn’t take my eyes off the gun. I was close. Perhaps two feet, maybe less.

  It soon became clear to me what the click was. The click was the beginning of my end. I immediately thought of Kurt standing on the dock, his eyes quickly turning bright red. I couldn’t imagine what caused it. Now I knew.

  It was the tightening of blood vessels in his brain. It was an ice cream headache that increased without end. That was how it had begun with all of them, and now it was happening to me.

  I looked ahead and found the gun was right in front of me. It was only there for an instant. After that, everything went dark. How long did I have left? Seconds?

  I had to make a final lunge. If I missed, it wouldn’t matter. I was on a clock. It was either now or never.

  I threw my hand forward and touched it. Now what? I needed to turn and squeeze.

  I couldn’t see. I could barely feel it in my hand. But I knew how to shoot a gun. Hundreds of hours of training. Years on the battlefield. It all led me to this moment, a blind shot at a moving target.

  I rolled. I thought I was positioned. I couldn’t be sure. My chest, my arms, my back—everything felt bloated and numb. My body convulsed uncontrollably. That was the last stage wasn’t it? The coughing?

  Again, it was now or never. Just getting off a shot would be enough. I might never know what happened to it, but why the hell not? At least I’d have tried.

  I focused my last ounce of strength on what I thought was my finger. I thought I felt a kick. Maybe I got it off. Maybe I didn’t. Either way, it was time to keep an overdue appointment.

  When the moment happened, it was accompanied by a feeling of release. It felt like inhaling for the first time. After that, the darkness lifted. It was hazy at first, but it cleared up quickly. As it did, I heard someone calling my name.

  “Ford? Ford?”

  It was a woman’s voice. It was comforting. I was happy to hear it, but I didn’t know why.

  The colors surrounding me sharpened. I had a sense of familiarity. I had been in this room before. Wait a minute. Wasn’t this the same room?

  “Ford?” the voice beckoned again. It was Rose. I was starting to think that I wasn’t dead.

  I lifted a shoulder to get a better look, and I felt like my body had been shoved into a light socket. Yep. I was alive. Either that or this was the crappiest afterlife experience ever.

  “Ford?” Rose called again.

  “I’m okay,” I said, exaggerating my status a bit.

  “Oh my god. I thought you were dead!”

  “You and me both. And I don’t want to sound ungrateful but, what the hell?”

  “You shot him. I think you got him in the chest. He stumbled and fell back. I guess he hit the display or something.”

  “Damn! I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. You okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Thanks to you. You keep saving my life.”

  “It’s because I love you, Rose,” I said, still feeling as if I was under a clock.

  “And I’m starting to believe you,” she admitted with a smile in her voice.

  I laughed. It hurt. “Umm… I’m going to admit something here,” I told her.

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “I think I need some help. I’m not feeling so great.”

  I was staring at the ceiling when I heard what sounded like a body hitting the concrete. I looked across my chest to see a sight that was as pathetic as my own. Rose was dragging her limp body to me. I smiled.

  When she finally stopped, it was in the space under my arm. She rested her head on my chest.

  “How’s that? Is that any better?” she asked, catching her breath.

  “It’s exactly what I needed,” I said happily.

  I was under no illusions about how stories like mine ended, though. I was still losing blood. I had multiple internal injuries. I had already died once today, and the only other living human on the island was lying next to me paralyzed.

  The clock continued ticking in my head, but this time, it was a race with whatever drug was in Rose. I didn’t care, though. I had my girl in my arms and what more could I ask for than that?

  I leaned my head toward her and stretched my neck as far as I could. She met me halfway, and our lips touched. The move probably shortened my life by an hour, but it was totally worth it. With that kiss from Rose, I was ready for whatever came next, even the unexpected.

  “You know, minus all of the blood, this would make one hell of a sex party,” a voice said from across the room.

  I turned my head and what I saw made me smile.

  “Who was that?” Rose asked unable to move.

  “Who do you think it is? It’s the survivor,” I said.

  Rose smiled warmly. “Hey, Brad.”

  “Hey, hun!” Brad replied with all the charm in the world. “Now, what am I going to do with you two?” he asked, leaning on the door frame.

  “You lived?” I asked, stating the obvious.

  “I did,” he agreed.

  “How?” I continued, barely able to imagine it.

  “You’re not the only one who’s full of surprises,” he said, eyeing Rose and me as we lay paralyzed.

  Staring back at him, I realized that was all he was going to say for now. If I wanted to know more, I was going to have to live long enough to hear it.

  “So, what’s the plan, Brad?” I asked. “You just gonna stand there and watch me die, or are you gonna be the hero and save us?”

  Brad gave me a smirk. “That depends.”

  “On what?” I asked.

  “On whether you’re ready for me to make you moan.”

  “Oh yeah, make him moan. Do it. Do it,” Rose chanted playfully.

  I knew Rose was kidding but did Brad know that? I wasn’t sure that he did considering the devilish smile he had as he sauntered towards us.

  But whatever Brad was thinking, looking around the room, one thing became clear to me. I was the luckiest guy on earth. Not because I had survived this insane game show, but because I had found Rose and I loved her more than life itself.

  If Brad could get me back on my feet, I was going to devote every thought I had to getting us off this island. Something told me that staying alive was only going to get harder from here, but I was willing to do absolutely anything to keep Rose safe.

  I loved her with all of my being. The question wasn’t if I was going to spend the rest of my life with her? The question was if I would survive the next hour? With Brad, you never knew. But I survived everything so far, and like I said, I was feeling lucky.

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  Let’s Bring It Home

  Are you in the mood for something a little sexier? What follows is the prequel to Bittersweet. Its prequel status doesn’t mean that it lacks sexy scenes. They are all over the place in this story. And just like all of the sexy stories above, it’s a story that you can read on it
s own.

  I hope you enjoy!

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  Bittersweet

  SAM

  Sam Bitter is a criminal with a problem; he's in love. What's the problem? It's with Thomas Sweet, the FBI agent chasing him. Sam might have a lot of regrets but loving Tom isn’t one. The question is, once Tom finds out how Sam feels, will Tom be able to look past Sam’s shadowy history or will Tom seek his revenge?

  TOM

  Thomas Sweet is a man with a singular focus -- to put Sam Bitter behind bars. Could a twenty-year-old secret be the reason? Not according to Tom. But when Tom finds their relationship pick up from where it left off, will Tom follow his heart or his sworn oath?

  EVE

  When Eve shows up at a bar capturing Sam’s attention, it seems like a coincidence. Is it? Could Eve hold the solution to all of their problems? Or is she the worst thing that could ever happen to two men destined for love? With the FBI closing in on Sam, Sam and Tom will have to figure things out fast.

  ‘Bittersweet’ is a very steamy, ultra high heat, bisexual menage romance with explicit MF, MM, and MMF scenes. Contains not-to-be-missed twists and turns and an HEA ending!

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  Bittersweet

  Chapter 1

  Thomas Sweet walked into the FBI briefing room with a manila folder under his arm. Having transferred from the Savannah office, this was his first day. He had been with the Criminal Investigative division for four years, and this, his latest promotion, had taken him from being a Supervisory Special Agent to being a SAC, Special Agent in Charge.

  Remaining in the field, however, he still had a partner. Bill was already in the briefing room when Tom got there. And since this was Tom’s first day, Bill told Tom that he would handle the day’s briefings.

  Tom entered and headed to the front of the room. Instead of taking any of the seats behind the three long tables, he sat on the edge of the closest one to the front. With him in place and everyone else settled, Bill began the briefing.

  “I would like everyone to meet Tom Sweet. He was brought in from the Savannah office to be our new S.A.C. I know many of you didn’t see the need to bring in someone from the outside, but I can tell you that Tom’s arrest record is the best in the country. And having gotten a chance to get to know him a little as my new partner, he’s a good guy.”

  Tom turned to the group giving them a nod and a tightlipped smile. Bill went on with other internal business then turned the conversation to their biggest pending case.

  “Our source in Columbia has confirmed it. The Santanos family’s distributor in Miami is a man by the name of Teo Domiguez. As you know, we’ve been getting a lot of pressure from the Mayor and upper management to make progress on this case and it remains our focus.”

  “Actually, it isn’t,” Tom interjected.

  “Isn’t what?” Bill asked caught off guard.

  “Isn’t our focus. At least not anymore. From this point forward we will be directing this department’s resources to this case.”

  Tom tossed the manila folder towards the center of the long desk. Bill stepped towards it and read the folder’s tab.

  “This is bank robbery case,” Bill said confused.

  “Correct. Three months ago, four men entered a Tampa, Florida bank and walked out with all of the day’s receipts, shooting two people in the process. The case falls under this department’s jurisdiction and as far as I can tell, it has barely been followed up on.”

  Bill looked at Tom defensively. “That’s because orders came down that the Santanos case is our priority.”

  “Fair enough. But it isn’t our priority anymore. Now, it’s this case.”

  Bill looked around the room. “I’m sure I speak for everyone here when I ask, why?”

  Tom took a deep breath and stood up facing the room. “Gentleman, when was the last arrest any of you’ve made?”

  The men looked at each other before Bill answered. “Woods made an arrest on an identification theft case two months ago.”

  “And how many do you think this division has made so far this year?” Tom continued.

  “Four or five,” Bill said.

  Tom stepped to the front of the room drawing everyone’s focus. “During that same period, my previous division made twenty-two arrests.”

  Bill looked as his new partner incredulously. “With all due respect, Tom, Savannah isn’t Miami. We get the big cases here.”

  “And yet management chose to bring me in instead of promoting from within.”

  Bill bristled at that comment. Tom noticed Bill’s reaction but expected it knowing that this division would need a firm shake to get them on board with his new directives.

  “Listen, I know that no division likes it when they bring in an outsider. I’m sure I would be feeling the way you’re feeling right now if it happened to me. But I wouldn’t be here if the guys upstairs were liking what they were seeing.

  “Sure, they say they want one thing, but what they really want is an arrest record that will get them promoted. That’s what we’re gonna give them. We’re gonna give them four arrests in the next month. And those four arrests are going to be on this case right here.”

  Tom walked to the folder and pinned it with his finger.

  “Gentleman, we are going to turn people’s head so fast, it is going to make their heads spin.”

  Chapter 2

  Sam Bitter sat at a table in a dive bar in Gainesville , Florida. He was a little nervous. Ever since his last bank heist he had felt unsure of himself. He had made a big mistake choosing his team the last time and it resulted in two bank employees getting shot.

  After the money was split and everyone went their separate ways, Sam couldn’t help but second-guess himself. How had his plan gone so wrong? He decided that the problem began when he brought Louie onto the team. But what had he missed about Louie that should have told Sam that Louie could shot someone unnecessarily? Not being able to figure it out, Sam decided to proceed carefully on his next job.

  The one person Sam knew he could trust was Handsome Jack. That wasn’t his real name, but he did live up to his billing. Having Jack around had stirred up feelings in Sam that he thought he had a grip on. Jack’s looks weren’t the only reason Sam decided to call Jack first, but it didn’t hurt.

  Sam liked being around Jack. And if Sam wasn’t mistaken, Jack liked being around him too. Sam decided that if he and Jack could get together, they were either going to coming up with a plan for their next heist or they were going to end up naked. Sam would be happy either way.

  Sam looked up at the front door when the dive bar was suddenly flooded with light. It was him. In spite of the heat, he was wearing a well-worn leather jacket and his hair looked like it was either lightly tussled or precisely quaffed. In short, Jack looked good.

  Sam smiled and waved Jack over. Jack gave him a nod, detoured to the bar to get a drink and then approached Sam’s table with a pint of beer in hand.

  “If it isn’t our illustrious leader,” Jack joked.

  “If it isn’t Handsome Jack,” Sam replied.

  “Still making big plans?” Jack asked.

  “Always. Still being handsome?” Sam countered.

  “Yes. And I’ll be honest with you, I can’t help it,” Jack said with a smile.

  Sam stared at Jack’s smile wondering if Jack had any idea what he did to him. He couldn’t, could he? No one in Sam crew knew about what he did when he was out of town.

  Sam hadn’t been with many men, but it had been enough to know that he had a type. Handsome Jack was definitely that type.

  “Did you give any more thought to what we talked about?” Sam asked.

  Jack looked around to ensure no one was listening. “Another bank job? You know, the last one didn’t go so well.”

  “I told you, this time we don’t use Louie.”

  “Then who’s gonna be the heavy?” Jack asked.

  “We can find someone. We could see if Lamar wants an upgrade.”

/>   “From driver to heavy? I’m not sure if he’s gonna want that. Besides, I haven’t been able to get a hold of him for a few days.”

  “Is he traveling?” Sam suggested.

  “Where’s he goin’? Everyone he knows is within ten miles of his house.”

  “So do we wait for him to come back or find someone else?”

  “You know, I actually have someone in mind for the driver,” Jack said with building excitement.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’ve been seeing this girl for a while now and she’s exactly what we’re looking for.”

  “No. No, Jack. No girlfriends. Are you looking to get us caught?”

  “I think you’re gonna like this one. She’s as tough as nails, Sam. And she can drive.”

  “You know that you’re suggesting that we work with a woman you’re fucking, right?”

  “Don’t say it like that. Look, I don’t wanna end up in jail any more than you do. I wouldn’t suggest her if I didn’t think she could do the job. Just meet her. If you don’t like her, we won’t use her. But what I’m saying is that after what happened the last time, our options are limited.