Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Thinking of them causes hot lust to pump through my body.

  I’m aching and needy for some more of that giant cock, that’s for sure.

  Chapter 31

  Declan

  They say blood is thicker than water, but I’m starting to have my doubts.

  My brothers and I decided to stay away from Aurora, but it’s getting harder and harder every day. She’s on my mind constantly.

  If you’ve ever been tempted by candy or drugs or gambling…then you know where I’m at.

  She’s the apple that could force a man to take that fatal bite. I want this woman. No, I need this woman.

  I had one night with her, and she hasn’t left my mind for a goddamn second. What the fuck is the matter with me? I haven’t felt this way about a girl since, well, never.

  The Grayson name is synonymous with being an unfeeling asshole. But she makes me feel things—and I’m starting to think I can’t ignore that anymore.

  My assistant waves her hand in front of my face. “Declan, focus, man. Come on, already. Every hour that these girls are here, we’re paying them for nothing.”

  She’s right. I have ten models nude and ready to shoot, but my frame of mind isn’t in the game.

  I need to get my shit together and stop obsessing over a ghost. I should’ve never agreed to this bullshit deal.

  I stand back, looking from one girl to another. Each one of these women are stunning, but none compare to Aurora.

  I’ve recently found myself comparing every hot chick that comes my way to a woman I barely know. Obsessing over a woman isn’t normal for me, and I need to get her out of my head—or into my bed.

  “Alright. You, the redhead, I need you posing on the black stool,” I say, nodding to the dark canvas to the right.

  I’m not the kind of man who loses focus when they see a girl. But the night that I met Aurora, the night I felt her virgin pussy, well, my brain went south for the winter.

  “Can you fucking just pose right? Not so stiff,” I say impatiently.

  The model moves stiffly and does nothing for my lens. At this rate, we’ll be here all day.

  “Goddammit! Get it right or get the fuck out. We don’t have time for amateurs,” I practically scream.

  My voice echoes through the studio. The model looks afraid, all of them do.

  I’ve worked with most of these girls for months now, and they know the routine. Sure, at times, they get on my nerves, but nothing like they’re doing today. My patience is running on empty, and if I don’t snap, I’ll be fucking shocked.

  The entire studio stops, waiting for another explosion. I need to fix this mood before I do something irrational.

  “Take five. I need to make a phone call,” I say.

  I walk off, phone in hand, and plan on doing something I swore I wouldn’t.

  I’m going to break the rules and call Aurora.

  I can’t get her off my mind. Even being around ten nude models with incredible bodies does nothing to satiate my aching cock. There’s a need inside of me, a desire that must be filled, or else I know I’ll fucking explode.

  I just need to get in one more fuck with her, have her all to myself instead of sharing, and then this will all be over, and I can resume my normal life.

  Fucking Aurora, the virgin temptress.

  I dial the number she gave me the other night. When it gets to the second ring, I begin to doubt myself and hope she didn’t screw me over and hand out a fake number.

  This isn’t like me. I’m always fucking confident. But with her, I just don’t know.

  I’m about to hang up when a voice on the end says, “Hello?”

  It’s her voice.

  My cock rises to occasion, ready for round two.

  “Hey, Aurora. It’s Declan. How are you doing?” I ask.

  Breathless, her voice sounds like a fucking dream come true.

  “Doing very well, now that I hear your voice, thanks. What’s up?” Aurora asks.

  Fuck me now. The sound of her voice, her endearing words—everything points to her feeling something for me, too. My confidence is back, and this time, it’s in overdrive.

  “I’m going to an art opening tonight and wanted to see if you’d be interested in going with me. Semi-formal, but it should be a good time,” I propose.

  She agrees right away to go with me, giving me hope that maybe she has feelings, too. Maybe I’m not alone in this.

  Before ending the call, I tell her a limo will pick her up at eight tonight.

  I should feel like shit for breaking the rule, but that’s not who I am. I don’t care what my brothers think, because I know them too well. I would be surprised if they didn’t do the same at least once.

  I leave the rest of the shoot in the hands of my assistant. She’s not as good as I am, but for today, I’ll settle on her finishing up.

  I’m sure the models are happy that I’ve decided to step back for the day. I’m a hard-ass, but today was extreme, even for me.

  Arriving back at my penthouse, the first thing I need is a quick shower, a shave, and something to wear that will make Aurora cream her panties.

  Damn, just thinking about the way that pussy smells and tastes has me in need of stroking one out. I should, but I don’t want to waste a good nut.

  I order the limo to arrive at Aurora’s house at eight on the dot, giving myself a few hours to get ready.

  Stop acting like you haven’t done this a thousand times, I scold myself. You’re a Grayson, now act like it.

  I’m not the type to be nervous, but this girl has cast a spell on me. The moment I saw her on the stage, I knew I needed her in my life. Maybe she’s the missing piece of a puzzle I never thought was possible.

  Or maybe I just need her for one good fuck.

  First, I need a suit. Something in a charcoal grey to accent my eyes. I know Aurora must dream about them every time she closes her eyes

  Every woman who ever gets a chance to be with me does. At 6’4 and with twelve inches of thick cock, I know I left a lasting impression on her. I do on most women.

  But I remember that night. I remember the way Aurora gazed at me, like I was her fucking prince, her dream come true—and that’s the feeling I just can’t shake.

  Standing in my walk-in closet, the perfect choice would be an Armani custom-made suit. This suit costs more than some make in a year, but I’m worth it.

  My taste in clothing is as selective as my taste in women. Besides, I consider Aurora to be high-end, as well. We spent enough on her at the auction to know that.

  She’s a fucking prize worth keeping, and I will make her mine.

  After a long hot shower, I can’t help but take a moment to admire myself in the full-length mirror. I work out five days a week to achieve this body, and it’s worth for nights like this when I want to look good.

  My chiseled abs will compliment the suit perfectly, and I know I’ll turn heads—I just hope it’s Aurora who sees me tonight, not the other usual women I’m used to bedding.

  I’m not cocky. Just confident in who I am.

  She deserves the best, and that’s what I want to be.

  I strut through the penthouse completely naked. I crank up the music and do a couple push-ups to ensure that I’ll be in fine form tonight. I make a drink...scotch neat. Then I go to put on some cologne and don on my suit. It’s all fucking there, all the elements. I only need to sweep her off her feet, and I’ll be good.

  I brush my fingers through my dark hair and study my reflection. Everything’s in place to make this night special. Tonight means too much for me to fuck it up.

  Aurora will be shocked to see that it’s an erotic art show—a little detail I forgot to mention. I don’t want to scare her away. And yet I do need to introduce her to my lifestyle at some point.

  I can only hope she keeps an open mind. Not many do when it comes to erotica. But to me, it’s a form of foreplay, and I’m sure she’ll enjoy it…she had better.

  Besides, some
of the best artists in the world will have their work on display there. And I have a few photographs, as well, that have been hung. What better way to show this girl what I’m made of?

  Checking my watch, I see I have thirty minutes to kill. Cancelling the limo, I decide to pick Aurora up myself. Having my black Mercedes brought around to the front of the building, I think it will be a better touch for me to be there in person rather than a limousine.

  One last look, and I know this woman will be begging to please me before tonight’s even over.

  That’s the goal, at least.

  I take the private elevator down, bypassing all the stops that ordinary people would have to endure. Two minutes later, I’m in the Mercedes, pulling out into traffic.

  The sounds of Andrea Bocelli radiate through the car, relaxing me. I need all the relaxation I can get, with my cock straining through my pants at the thought of seeing her. My taste in music is as refined as my women, too.

  I require the best in everything, because after all, it’s the Grayson way.

  Chapter 32

  Aurora

  I tiptoe around my Park Avenue apartment, trying not to make a noise. Anders is home at last, and he’s asleep. Even though internally I feel like shaking him awake and giving him a piece of my mind, my better judgment says that he needs to get some rest and to recuperate.

  He needs treatment. He’s for sure damaged beyond recognition. Anders wandered in here a couple days ago, and he’s been sleeping pretty much the entire time.

  He looked more haggard than ever.

  Luckily for me, I have something better to focus on. Declan called and invited me out. It took him long enough. I’m not going to hold the timeframe against him, though.

  If you saw him, you wouldn’t either. I’ve been busy with Finn and Jasper. But that doesn’t mean Declan hasn’t been at the back of my mind this entire time.

  I want him equally as bad as the other guys.

  I want to experience him at least one more time.

  He’s different from his brothers. His green eyes have this way of penetrating me right into the depth of my soul. He’s artsy and broody. I know he’s into photography and everything else that lends itself to beauty.

  I walk into Anders’ room and attempt to check on him.

  “Anders, it’s me, Aurora. Are you okay?” I say into the darkened atmosphere of his room.

  He groans and moans and turns over.

  “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

  “No, just get out of here. All I need is some sleep. Just some fucking sleep.”

  I wish his words and harsh tone didn’t hurt me. I wish I could build a steel wall around myself that Anders couldn’t break. But as it is, he’s my brother, and I love him.

  I also know this isn’t who he really is. Underneath all those layers of addiction is the person that I grew up with, the person that used to take care of me all my life.

  Now it’s my time to take care of him. I only wish that I had some idea of how to do that.

  “Okay, well, I’m going out for a while tonight. Just call me if you need anything or call the doctor, okay?” I say to deafened ears.

  “Fine, fine whatever. Just leave me alone.”

  I get him a cool bottle of water from the fridge and leave it on his bedside table. He hasn’t eaten for the past few days, but he at least has to drink something.

  “Anders, I promise I’ll leave. But please drink this water. You need it.”

  I’m not sure if he’s heard me or not. All I get is silence.

  My heart aches for him. If I wasn’t so worried, I’d be bringing up the financial situation.

  It’s a huge concern. I need to know how Anders is spending all of that money. But I know that in his altered state, he’s not gonna give me any straight answers right now.

  I need to give him some time.

  And so I go to get dressed for my date with Declan. He said that we’re going to an art opening, which is exactly my type of vibe.

  There’s no guessing what to wear. I already have the outfit hanging in my closet. I pull out the long, lacy, black dress and my favorite, red-soled black heels.

  I go to my vanity to perfect my makeup.

  Declan is all about beauty, and I want to sell that fantasy for him tonight. I want him to think of me as the most beautiful woman in the room. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him, and there’s this energy of lust building up in my belly.

  I carefully line my lips with red lip liner and put corresponding matte lipstick on to match. Then I build up a black, smoky eye.

  It’s easy for me to be around artistic people. They always have so much to say, and their lifestyles are interesting.

  More than anything, I’m excited to have a night on the town and away from this apartment.

  The Grayson brothers have taught me that I deserve to have a life. I don’t have to be confined to the walls of our Park Avenue place just because Anders can’t get his life together.

  He hasn’t even asked me about how I feel having lost my virginity. I have virtually no one to talk to. Pushing my loneliness aside, I continue to get ready and focus on Declan.

  I toss my long blonde hair into wavy curls and find the perfect vintage black leather purse to go with my outfit.

  Then I wait.

  I wait, and I wait with nothing to occupy me but the hesitancy that always arises when it comes to seeing one of the Grayson brothers.

  I do the only thing I can think of…get myself a shot of Jack Daniels, knowing it’ll do the trick. It always does.

  And then, I wait some more for him to arrive.

  Thinking of Anders and how he probably won’t remember the conversation we just had, I decide to write him a note.

  Anders,

  I went out on another date. Take care of yourself. Drink water. Call the doctor, please.

  Love,

  Aurora

  Yes, I’m early sitting her waiting for Declan.

  No, he’s not late…yet.

  I try to be patient, but there’s no chance of that. Anxiety and excitement course through my veins. I feel like I’m high on the testosterone that’s coming my way.

  If only Anders knew how good life could be without drugs. I feel wild sensations of lust and longing flow through my body. There’s nothing better than being wrapped up in a man.

  These past few weeks have taught me that.

  Actually, I feel glad that I managed to save my virginity for this long. It was well worth the wait. Even if these guys are playboys, it has all been worth it.

  But if I’m honest with myself, I have to admit that I’m starting to fall for each of them. Granted, I don’t know Declan very well yet, but his energy is infectious.

  I see a black Mercedes pull up in front of the building, and I know it’s him. He doesn’t get out. I have no chance to see him before our date.

  Instead, my phone buzzes, and I answer it.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Aurora. It’s me. Come down and meet me. I’m here.”

  “Okay,” I say, having to muster all of my strength just to get that word out.

  I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t know how to be around him. I’m so fucking nervous.

  I leave the apartment and am happy to do so. I’m walking into my future…with Declan.

  Downstairs, he’s waiting in front of his Mercedes. He comes over and opens the door, but not before planting a kiss on my cheek.

  The feel of his lips on my skin is tantalizing. Sparks are flying between us already. All in one instant, I remember what happened the night he stole my virginity.

  Did he really steal it? I think I gave it up willingly. I think that being with him was the best choice I’ve ever made in my life.

  I get into his luxurious car and somehow feel very protected from the outside world. Being with him makes me feel calm.

  Despite all my nerves and my anticipation of this evening, there’s something about Declan that’s familiar
to me.

  He gets in the driver’s seat, and we speed away.

  Chapter 33

  Declan

  She’s wearing a lacy, black thing, and I can’t keep my eyes off her.

  I feel like sliding my hand up Aurora’s skirt and feeling the wetness between her thighs, but I resist.

  “Wow, look at you,” I whistle. “You got prettier, if possible,” I say, smiling at the beauty next to me.

  Not waiting for her to say anything back, I allow my hand to graze her knee, and I feel her shiver underneath my touch.

  “Thanks for inviting me out,” she smiles. “So we’re going to an art opening or something, huh?”

  I smile deceptively and say, “Yeah, something like it.”

  Then I take her hand in my own and kiss it before saying, “You know I’ve missed you.”

  Her eyes are wide, “You have?”

  I look at her. How can she not know how fucking gorgeous she is? Of course I missed her—every damn day since I first laid eyes on her.

  “You’ve been on my mind a lot, baby,” I admit the truth as we speed through the streets to our final destination.

  We pull up outside the venue, and there’s a red carpet and photographers and everything.

  “Oh my God,” Aurora says. “I wasn’t expecting all this.”

  I smile and get out to let the valet take over.

  I personally open the door for her, and as I take her hand in mine I say, “Stick with me. You’ll do fantastically well.”

  She takes a deep breath, and we approach the crowd of people. They take our picture, and I idly think how my brothers might wake to see our names splashed all over the papers.

  I don’t care. I have the most gorgeous woman on my arm, and tonight will be fucking memorable.

  “Thanks for agreeing to tonight. The event has been sold out for months,” I say, looking over casually at the beauty beside me.

  “I didn’t know it would be this much fanfare,” she says, holding my hand tightly.

  “Just smile and wave,” I say as we walk the red carpet.

  Then at last we’re inside the venue, a nice gallery space downtown. I go about getting my date a drink, considering her nerves are at an all-time high. I can feel her tremble slightly, and I just want to appease that.