Hollywood Lies: The Trinity Masters Warrior Scholars: Book One

by Lila Dubois

  “I feel like that’s something people say before shit goes FUBAR.” Levi didn’t sound convinced. In fact, the way he was looking between her and Stefan made her wonder if the former Ranger would have proposed something himself if Stefan hadn’t beaten him to it.

  There was one thing Beatrix hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since joining the Trinity Masters.

  The ménage marriage.

  She supposed it was odd that the arranged part felt easier to accept than the idea that there would be three people in the bed rather than two.

  “Hmmm. Something could be fucked,” Stefan joked.

  “Right now?” Levi asked.

  “It’s up to Bea.” Stefan turned to her. “Would you like to have a ménage with me and Levi?”

  Holy crap.

  That was the most indecent, sexiest thing anyone had ever asked her. The aching sense of loss and sadness Stefan’s words created disappeared in a puff of smoke, burned away by white-hot desire.

  “Yes,” she declared, rising from the table. “Because I want to know, want to understand, how the trinity marriages work.”

  Levi’s grin was wide and sexily amused as he stood. “Darlin’, I think you can probably figure that out on your own.”

  “True, but I appreciate the value of practice. Rehearsal is key.”

  Stefan’s attention shifted from her to Levi. “And you, Levi? Would you like to participate in a ménage?”

  “I, uh, actually haven’t had one before. I kept meaning to. I know it’s sort of an unwritten rule that members are supposed to expand their sexual horizons before marriage, but with school and Warrior Scholar duties…”

  “Warrior what?” Stefan asked.

  Beatrix walked over to Levi. “I’d like your hands on me,” she murmured.

  Levi gripped her hips. “It’ll be more than just my hands on you.”

  A second set of hands settled on her waist, just above Levi’s. She jumped a little, though it was hardly a surprise Stefan was at her back. Sandwiched between them, the reality of what was about to happen was both frightening and so sexy that her pussy was throbbing.

  “Levi?” she asked.

  “I’m in if you two are,” he murmured in a low voice.

  “Oh, yes.” Stefan brushed her hair to the side and settled his lips on her neck. “Bea?”

  “Yes?”

  “Strip.”

  Chapter Nine

  Stefan watched as Beatrix slid out from between him and Levi and led them to the bedroom, which had a large enough bed to accommodate a trinity. Without hesitation, Beatrix grabbed the bottom of her shirt. The only way he’d stayed sane in the months between that horrible night he rejected her offer and now was by continually reassuring himself that he would, someday, be able to touch her, make love to her again.

  The future wouldn’t be what he’d planned and envisioned. In fact, there was no future for them. There was only now.

  Levi crossed his arms, a defensive posture, but he watched Beatrix with a hunger Stefan knew all too well.

  She ripped her shirt off and shucked her pants.

  He’d missed her so damn much.

  Wearing only black underwear and a black bra, she faced them, both bold and somehow shy.

  “Come here,” Stefan said, even as he took a step forward.

  She met him halfway, her hands wrapping around him, her nails sliding down his back. They’d had years together, which meant she knew all the ways to turn him on, to fire up his libido like no one else.

  This kiss reminded him of their first kiss.

  Stefan was no stranger to ménage sex. After all, he’d grown up a legacy, had spent most of his life perfectly aware of his destiny.

  He’d gone a little bit wild after he’d first reached stardom in Hollywood, his bad-boy movie star reputation well-earned. He’d bedded aspiring actresses, co-stars, hell, even his own stunt double in one of his movies. After the relationship with the stunt double, there had been a rather large scandal when he was outed as being bisexual. On his publicist’s advice, he’d never confirmed or denied, but inside the industry, his sexuality was a well-known fact.

  Then he’d met Beatrix. They’d been cast as lovers in a movie and, as was his habit, he figured they could pass the months they were filming together...in bed.

  Beatrix had squashed that idea, and instead they’d become friends.

  Platonic friends.

  Rather than him seducing her, Beatrix turned the tide on him and he’d fallen under her spell, bewitched by her off-color sense of humor and her straight-shooting honesty.

  He’d told her things he’d never told anyone else...mainly about insecurities he’d never confessed.

  He told her how he felt like a talentless fraud. His family name was synonymous with Hollywood fame. There were the Barrymores, the Fondas, the Sheens, and then there were the Boyds.

  Therefore, his rise to stardom had been as predestined as his future in a trinity marriage—not that he’d shared that part of the story with Beatrix. Though God knew he should have. Too many times, he wondered—and in some cases, knew—it was his name that had landed him his roles rather than his skill as an actor.

  As the weeks passed, he cared less about sleeping with her—well, that wasn’t entirely true, she was hot as hell—and was more interested in simply spending time talking to her.

  Then, one night, they’d kissed and it was just like this kiss. He couldn’t recall who’d made the first move or if they’d both just closed the distance together.

  But their lips had touched and that had been it for him.

  Stefan Boyd would love Beatrix Stokes until the day he died. He didn’t doubt that. The fact they were star-crossed lovers, fated to live their lives apart, was never a powerful enough reason to keep him away from her. Wisdom flew out the window when he was with her. She was all he could see—his sun, his moon, his stars.

  He just hoped that he would learn to also love his trinity when the time came.

  After that first kiss, they’d been inseparable, and America’s kick-ass girl next door had been credited with reforming Hollywood’s baddest bad boy.

  His tongue tangled with hers, and he tasted the chocolate of her dessert, a hint of wine, and that flavor that was uniquely Beatrix. The thought made him smile.

  Stefan forced himself to break the kiss, loving Beatrix’s flushed cheeks and the way it took her a few seconds to recover and focus on him again.

  Today wasn’t about just them because this was about saying goodbye to what might have been and accepting their new normal. And normal for them, going forward, would be other people and ménages.

  Stefan glanced to the side, toward Levi. The other man was still standing there, spellbound, watching.

  “It feels a little bit like I’m getting my own private showing of a Stefan Boyd/Trixie Stokes movie,” Levi joked.

  Beatrix grinned until Stefan twisted her in his arms, turning her to face Levi.

  “When it comes to a ménage,” Stefan murmured, “you have to be prepared to watch, and be watched.”

  Stefan slid his hands up Beatrix’s sides. When he reached her armpits, he forced her to raise her arms, then urged her to put her hands on his head. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly enough that his scalp prickled.

  “How does it feel knowing that Levi is watching me touch you?” he asked.

  “It feels...naughty. Sexy, but wrong.” Beatrix’s breath was uneven, and she shivered when he traced his fingers from her elbows down her upper arms.

  “Levi?” Stefan glanced at the other man and saw how aroused he was.

  “It feels like this can’t possibly be real.”

  “Oh, it’s very real.” Stefan’s hands kept going south, until he reached the band of her bra. Beatrix was pressed too tightly against his back for him to reach the closure, so he grabbed the cups and tugged them down.

  She gasped, either from the fabric rubbing her hard nipples or the sudden exposure to the cold a
ir on her breasts.

  “Want to feel them?” Stefan cupped Beatrix’s breasts, lifting and offering them to Levi. “They’re real. And sensitive.” Stefan slid his thumbs over her nipples, causing Beatrix to moan.

  Levi wavered, and Stefan could see the indecision on his face. It lasted only a moment, then his long legs ate up the space between them.

  Stefan released Beatrix’s breasts a second before Levi cupped them. Stefan slid his hands down to her hips, slipping his fingers under the band of her panties.

  “This is really happening,” Beatrix whispered.

  It wasn’t a question, but he said, “Yes, it is. Levi is playing with your sweet tits, and I’m about to slide my fingers into your pussy to see how wet you are.”

  “Holy shit, that’s hot.” Levi leaned in. “Can I kiss you?”

  How sweet of him.

  Now wasn’t the time for sweet. Now was the time for raw and dirty.

  “Tongue fuck her mouth,” Stefan said. “Like we’re going to fuck her ass and pussy.”

  “What?” Beatrix yelped.

  Levi’s lips captured Beatrix’s. Her head was resting against Stefan’s shoulder, so when Levi leaned in, he was in range for Stefan.

  “Suck his tongue, lover.” It was a pet name Stefan had only used in bed. He felt her reaction to it, a softening of her body that made her melt into him.

  Stefan feathered his lips along Levi’s cheekbone as Beatrix sucked his tongue. Levi pulled back from the kiss and glanced at him, surprised, and maybe a little nervous, though the expression didn’t seem to come naturally to the big, dangerous man.

  “Kiss me, but don’t stop playing with her nipples.”

  Levi glanced at Beatrix. “Is he always this bossy?”

  “Not always, but there’s no one better at dirty talk.”

  Stefan rewarded her comment by sliding one hand around to the center, the tips of his fingers touching her pubic hair.

  Levi leaned toward Stefan, hesitant but curious. Stefan let the other man come to him. When Levi’s surprisingly soft lips touched his, Stefan felt a little electric thrill of arousal. He wanted Beatrix with a loving desperation, and now he wanted Levi with newfound sexual need.

  Levi grew bolder, his lips sealing over Stefan’s. Their tongues battled, taking turns invading the other’s mouth.

  When Stefan managed to nip Levi’s lower lip, Beatrix yelped.

  “Did you pinch her nipples when I bit you?” Stefan asked.

  “Shit. Yes, I’m sorry, Bea.” Levi started to step back.

  Stefan reached out with the hand not poised to slide down over Beatrix’s pussy and grabbed Levi’s shirt, preventing his retreat.

  “Bea,” Stefan murmured. “Be a good girl and tell him what you like.”

  “I like having my nipples pinched and twisted. It gets me hot. Feeling you two kiss was really hot too.”

  “I think you deserve a reward for that honesty.” Stefan slid his hand down, and the instant his fingers touched her labia, he felt the wetness and heard her gasp of need. “She’s wet, Levi. Why don’t you pull down her panties and I’ll show you?”

  Levi hit his knees.

  “Take off your shirt,” Stefan ordered. “So I can look at you while I play with her pussy.”

  Levi grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it up and off. He was corded with muscle. Real, practical muscle, not the carefully cultivated ones Stefan needed in order to be appealing on screen.

  Levi grabbed her panties and yanked them down, making Beatrix squirm with need, and Stefan smiled against her neck.

  Stefan pressed two fingers between her pussy lips and then spread them apart, eliciting a needy moan. She was so wet that her labia slid against his fingers. Stefan dived right back in, stroking her clit as he spread her open once more.

  “Oh God, Stefan. I’m close.”

  “Because you like this, don’t you? Two men touching you.”

  “I shouldn’t. You’re treating me like...like…”

  “Like our pretty sex toy? Made to pleasure us, and for us to pleasure.”

  “That’s so fucked up and wrong.”

  “It’s just fantasy, and you don’t judge your own fantasies.” Stefan released her pussy, then turned his wrist, offering Levi his wet fingers. “Want a taste?”

  “I want it from the source.”

  “She hasn’t earned your mouth on her pussy yet.” Stefan swiped his finger across Levi’s lips.

  “Bed. What about the bed?” Beatrix rubbed her ass against Stefan’s erection. As much as he wanted to keep playing with her like this, after so long without her, his own control was limited.

  “Levi, lick her clit, then we’ll have you strip.”

  Stefan quickly shed his own clothing, wincing as his boxer briefs slid over the head of his aching cock. He pulled his wallet out of a jacket pocket and withdrew a condom and the small packet of medical grade lube, tossing them onto the bedside table.

  He glanced back at his lovers, including his beloved. Levi had backed Beatrix up against the wall. She was up on the toes of her right foot, her left leg hooked over Levi’s shoulder, her heel digging into his back. His face was buried in her pussy, and Beatrix was flushed, her eyes closed, hands braced against the wall.

  Stefan’s chest pulled tight as he watched them. It wasn’t jealousy fueling that reaction. It was regret. He had enough experience in this realm to know that what he was sharing with Levi and Beatrix was unique. Special.

  And all he was going to get was this one taste. It would never be enough.

  Fuck.

  Stefan pushed those feelings away and went to his lovers.

  When he sucked Beatrix’s nipple into his mouth, her hands slid into his hair. He reached down and cupped Levi’s head, pressing him harder against Beatrix’s pussy. She arched away from the wall, and Stefan bit her nipple, hard enough to make it hurt the way she liked.

  “No more teasing,” she demanded. “I need you to fuck me.”

  “You’ll have to earn it.” Stefan fisted a hand in her hair and tugged down. Beatrix hit her knees and looked up at him.

  “I want my cock in your sweet mouth,” he growled down at her. “And I want you to explain to Levi how to suck cock so he can do it next time.”

  Beatrix ran her tongue over her upper lip. “I’ll do it, if I get to see Levi’s cock too.”

  Stefan arched a brow at him. “Any hang-ups on having your dick out at the same time as mine?”

  Levi’s reply was to leap to his feet and quickly shuck his pants.

  Beatrix reached out and grabbed Levi’s long cock with her left hand, using her hold on his dick to guide him to stand shoulder to shoulder with Stefan.

  “Sucking dick is all about the physics,” Beatrix murmured. “You have to know how much you can take. For example, your dick is a two-hander.”

  “Two-hander?” Levi asked in a strangled voice.

  “Meaning, I’d need two hands to help me handle your whole cock. And Stefan—” She petted his dick with her fingertips “—is so thick that I can’t handle keeping him in my mouth for too long, so I have to make use of my tongue.”

  Stefan was already hot listening to her, so when she squeezed the base of his cock and swirled her tongue around the head, he was painfully aroused and close to his own edge.

  “It’s best to work the head with your tongue. And if you taste something salty, that means he’s getting close.” She paused to lick and kiss the very tip of his dick. “Then you can start working the shaft. Just a little, unless you’ve lubed up his dick and your hand.”

  “I, uh, know how to jerk on a dick.”

  “You do?” Beatrix turned her head, keeping the side of Stefan’s dick pressed to her lips, and focused on Levi’s cock. “Is this how you play with yourself?” She rubbed her palm in circular motions against the tip of his dick.

  “Holy fuck,” Levi breathed.

  Stefan felt the other man’s hand clench, and on instinct, laced their fingers togeth
er.

  “When you do use your mouth,” Beatrix said, “you have to put your lips over your teeth, unless he likes the feel of them on his cock.” Beatrix lapped at the head of Stefan’s dick, then gently scraped it with her teeth.

  That was it. That was the sensation that broke his control.

  With a growl of need, Stefan reached down and scooped Beatrix up, forcing her to stand, and then hustling her backwards until her knees hit the bed.

  With quick, efficient motions, he spun her around and bent her over the side of the bed. “Levi, spread her ass for me so I can prepare her.”

  “Is she...I mean if she hasn’t done it before…”

  “She hasn’t had a ménage before, but she’s had anal. Having something up this pretty ass makes her very horny.” Stefan slapped her ass.

  “Bea?” Levi asked.

  “Really, really horny,” she confirmed.

  Stefan grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, then ripped open the little packet of lube.

  “Hold on.” Levi went to his pants, fishing something out of the pocket. He returned, tossing a second condom beside the first. Then he sat beside Beatrix and kneaded her ass with his hands, one arm across her back.

  Stefan finished lubing up two fingers, and then squeezed the last of the gel out, letting it drip directly onto her anus. She shivered, and Levi rubbed his thumbs over her skin, comforting her even as he held her open for Stefan to use.

  Stefan rubbed his fingers over her rear entrance, making sure the lube was spread around and getting her used to being touched. “When was the last time you had something in this pretty hole?”

  “With you. That weekend before…”

  Before she proposed.

  Before he said no to the woman he loved.

  He wouldn’t let the moment be dragged down by regret and sadness. Stefan put the tip of his index finger against her and pushed. She tightened, instinctively trying to keep him out. Stefan kept pushing, knowing it would hurt just enough to force her to focus on this moment.

  “Stefan,” Levi said in concern.

  “Play with her clit. That will make her relax and this will go easier.”

  “You’re not hurting her?”