Secret Cravings

by Sara York

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  Secret Cravings

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-182-2

  ©Copyright Sara York 2012

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2012

  Edited by Amy Parker

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 76 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 7 pages.

  SECRET CRAVINGS

  Sara York

  Sometimes a ménage ends up with one partner too many—but even a third wheel can find love in unexpected places.

  Searching for anything to fill the void, Bryan stumbles into Silver Lace and finds the one thing he’d never thought he was looking for. After spying Luke on his knees blowing a man in the bathroom, Bryan can’t get him out of his head. But Nichole, the cute dog-walker girl, has his attention until Bryan and Luke hook up during a night neither can forget.

  Luke hates whoring himself out and is looking for substance. But how can he find someone with a heart of gold when his own heart is empty? He knows Nichole will show him a good time, but Bryan draws him, leaving him desperate for more.

  Nichole’s been kicked to the kerb, tossed out of her relationship and craving stability, but there are so many choices that she doesn’t see the one that’s right in front of her.

  Dedication

  I have the best writing friends in the entire world. You rock. Thanks for your encouragement and support.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Ken doll: Mattel Corporation

  Jaguar: Jaguar Cars Ltd.

  Dior: Christian Dior S.A.

  Twinkie: Hostess Brands, Inc.

  Chapter One

  Luke wanted to tell Christopher to piss off, but this last time would finally pay off his debt. The deal had included four blows—any place, any time. The agreement had landed Luke a sweet contract for a major motion picture and moved him further into position to secure his dominance as a top model and now, an actor. It had left him livid that Christopher had asked for sexual favours. But sex meant little to Luke. Everyone wanted a piece of him—not because of his personality, but because of how he looked and who he was.

  People desired to touch, pet, and play with the beauty queen, but no one wanted to take care of him or love him. Ever. Christopher had proven once again that he was just another object, something to be passed around and toyed with. He could have said no to tonight, but Christopher had threatened to withdraw his contract and to spread rumours. It was easier for Luke to just get on his knees and blow.

  Luke had ridden the relationship rollercoaster too many times to believe anyone would ever want him. They only wanted his fame. A night with the pretty boy would get them recognition—or they thought it would.

  He pushed his private pity party aside as he sought out Christopher in Silver Lace’s main room. This dance club had transpired to be the hottest venue for the up-and-coming starlets in New York. Luke found the lifestyle to be barely tolerable. The music, the sweat-soaked bodies and the smell of spilt alcohol didn’t impress him. Sure, this place had cool décor, but he had totally awesome digs across from Central Park where he could be himself and not somebody’s toy.

  A nice, quiet evening at home with some soft music and a fire in the fireplace would get him going, not this fake crap, but the people he hung with thought being seen was more important than substance. He’d grown up and matured over the twenty years he’d been modelling. Soon he would hit thirty, and the reality of his loveless life gnawed at his insides.

  He saw Christopher and his dick shrivelled. Hopefully the jerk wouldn’t want to touch him too much because Luke couldn’t get it up for the guy. Not that he didn’t appreciate an occasional anal experience, but Christopher did nothing for him, especially not tonight.

  Christopher stalked over and grabbed Luke’s hand. “Bathroom, now.”

  Great. Talk about a jerk. Hell, maybe Christopher would be done quickly and Luke could get out of there.

  * * * *

  Nichole Ansley flipped her pink hair over her shoulder and skipped down the block to the club. Her pixie-like frame and barely there clothes, along with her fuck-me attitude, would get her into Silver Lace for free. She’d found out last week, through friends, that the guy who ran the extreme dance club loved to fill the place with girls like her—fun and sexy, with a devil-may-care boldness. The deep pain she’d been nursing since last month was buried behind a wall of indifference and regret. The regret twisted in her gut whenever thoughts of Charisa and Derek surfaced, so she’d strapped on her pink corset and micro-mini and come out clubbing in the Meatpacking District of New York.

  Silver Lace sat off the beaten path and hadn’t been around the last time she’d done the bar scene. Four years ago, when she’d turned nineteen, Charisa had taken her in and made her part of a family. She hadn’t meant to get so involved with the girl, but one thing had led to another. Then Derek had shown up and the twosome had become a threesome.

  Nichole pushed thoughts of her old lovers from her mind as she pasted on a megawatt smile, flashing her cleavage at the bouncer as she danced in through the front door. The energy of the wall-to-wall crowd smothered her depression, pounding through her body and thoughts. One word came to mind.

  Party.

  She moved to the centre of the floor and dancers gyrated around Nichole, touching her back, her butt and her boobs. Men towered over her, their smiles predatory. She wouldn’t fuck any of them tonight, nor would she mess with a woman. The breakup had been too recent and her emotions were still too raw.

  A deep sadness filled her when a tall, blonde woman who looked like Charisa slid past and winked at her. Her body wouldn’t move for a few seconds and three different people bumped into her, knocking her against a short man. She brushed off his advances and retreated to the bathroom.

  Her tears had dried before she even glanced in the mirror. Crying over her failed relationship with Charisa and Derek wouldn’t soothe her pain. She’d tried that route earlier and nothing good had come from her trouble. She cleaned herself up and headed back out to the dance floor, determined to have a good time.

  * * * *

  Christopher pulled Luke behind him, still heading towards the bathroom. Luke brushed past a doll of a girl and she caught his eye. A surge of desire shot through him. He looked again and realised the girl was Nichole, the dog-walker he’d been talking to every Monday for a while. He hadn’t seen her for the last
month. Perhaps she’d moved. Before the night ended he wanted to speak with her. She’d been the only woman in his life who had talked to him like he was a normal person and not a life-sized Ken doll. He adored her for that.

  After they had squeezed through a crush of people, Christopher stopped to talk to yet another guy, so Luke searched out the dance floor for Nichole. Now she was someone he could get interested in, but did he want to ruin her impression of him?

  The music changed and he caught a glimpse of her pink hair as she danced farther into the crowd, but then Christopher’s hand came down on Luke’s shoulder, interrupting Luke’s musings. He dragged Luke closer to the bathroom, then stopped to chat with another couple. Thank God Christopher had attention problems. Maybe he would forget about this last face-fuck and give Luke a bit of a reprieve.

  Luke examined the people nearest him. Short guy, tall woman—they all blended together. Fuck, he felt so empty tonight and he didn’t want to be here, especially not with Christopher. Had he come out here on his own and not been attached to the jerk, he probably would have gone up to one of the guys and made a connection—but not with the danger of Christopher tossing around his power and making sure others knew Luke was his bitch for the night. Thank God that would be over with soon. Then he’d spend a few weeks totally alone, locked in his apartment, ignoring social obligations that sucked the life from his soul.

  Christopher tugged his hand again and off Luke went, following the bastard to the bathroom. Now the dirty work began.

  * * * *

  Amy Metz wished she’d gone to another club tonight. Sometimes there were plenty of girls to play with, other times it was Hetero City. She knew it was important to her own mental health to be a good sport so she danced, flirted and had a good time, but she wasn’t into the scene. Two girls were making out in the corner, but they weren’t sharing.

  The music thumped and she moved with it, only half paying attention to the people around her. Her thoughts bounced from work to Julie, to her family. She had two major projects to complete with cases going to court this month. From the clothes she was wearing tonight, few people would even guess she worked for one of the city’s top law firms. Every extra penny she made—well, after she bought shoes—went to pay off her school debt, hence her need for a roommate.

  The roommate situation wasn’t going so well right now. Her current roomie had said it didn’t bother her that Amy was gay, but the first time she’d brought home a girl, Julie had freaked out. God, just because she was gay didn’t mean she’d do anyone—she had some standards.

  The couples closest to her parted, and Amy saw her. Adorable, pink and all dolled up to look like a party slut, but the pain behind those baby blues told a different story. Damn, what a hottie.

  Amy thought about following her, but held back. The pained expression on the girl’s face stopped her. Even if she got together with the cutie, it wouldn’t last. She’d been in relationships like that and hated the drama. A good-looking guy grabbed her hand and she couldn’t say no, though she kept her eyes on the pink girl, watching everywhere she went.

  The guy spun her around and she lost sight of the girl, and wondered if she’d ever see her again. Amy shrugged her interest off—if it was meant to be, she’d find the girl later. She believed in fate, karma and all that stuff. Good things happened to people who did good. When she’d been growing up in the system all the odds had been stacked against her, but she’d made it through college, then law school, and had scored a primo job. Convinced karma had played a role, Amy always spent her time helping others who hadn’t been as fortunate.

  * * * *

  Bryan paid the outrageous cover charge for Silver Lace, unsure why the hell he had come here. Going to the meat market had been a suggestion from his buddy, Chaz. The main difference between the two of them was Chaz happened to be into the superficial sex scene and Bryan had never liked sleeping around. He hadn’t had meaningless sex since college, and only twice then. When his ex-girlfriend had shown up pregnant, he’d tried to do the right thing and support her. She’d moved in, they’d taken a trip down to the courthouse to get hitched, and he’d spent two glorious years loving Michael, their son. One day, all hell had broken loose and his ex had run out on him, taking the baby. Two months of court battles had confirmed that he’d been duped. A DNA test had proved he wasn’t the baby’s father. The ink on his divorce papers was barely dry and he was a free man, but he didn’t want to be free.

  The music drowned out his thoughts as he moved from one girl to the next. The tits and ass show did little to excite him. The sight of two girls kissing totally turned him off, but when he spun around and spied two men sucking tongue, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. His cock throbbed and his head swam with ideas that scared the crap out of him. He’d thought he was over that phase—getting married had quelled his need to rut with guys, or so he’d thought.

  Bryan fled from the dance floor to the bathroom and realised his mistake the second he opened the door to the men’s room. A totally hot dude was sucking another man’s cock. Bryan stood in the doorway, staring at the guy on his knees. If only he was braver—he could find this hottie later and ask him to do the same to him. A hot flash washed over Bryan. Just considering letting another guy touch him and suck him made him tingle all over. It had been years since he’d been with a guy. His freshman year in college, to be exact.

  “Get out of here, you pervert,” the guy being sucked yelled at him, and threw a paper towel at the door.

  Bryan backed out and wheeled around, almost knocking over a very short person. The girl squealed and he jumped back. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and yet she’d wormed her way in here with her pink hair and slut suit. That kind of stupidity could get women in trouble.

  She was too young to be here alone. He glanced around and dragged the little sprite out of the back door of Silver Lace, though she kicked and screamed the whole way. The door closed behind them and she started scratching at him and flinging her fists about.

  Bryan picked her up over his shoulder and held her so she couldn’t do any more damage. The thought of spanking her made him wild with desire. He threw her off his shoulder and caught her arm so she didn’t fall. Damn it, he wasn’t into young women. He preferred maturity and this girl was too young.

  “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m here to party! Now back off, before I scream so loud all the cops from across the river in Jersey come to check out what’s wrong.”

  He stared at her, noticing for the first time the small lines around her mouth and the world-weary look about her eyes. She wasn’t a teenager. Fuck, she was the dog-walker girl who took care of Joey, his neighbour’s dog. Oh, shit, he’d just picked up and carried a grown woman out of a bar. Damn, she was as cute as a pixie and totally hot. Too hot, actually.

  “I’m sorry. I really thought you were like, I don’t know, too young to be here.”

  “Holy shit, I’m twenty-three! I’m legal. What kind of weirdo are you, dragging women into a back alley, shithead? Think you could take advantage of me?” She made a face, then spat at his feet.

  Hell, he probably deserved her derision. Thinking fast, he explained, “I was trying to get you out of there before you did something stupid. But I guess I’m the stupid one.”

  “Yeah, mister. You sure are. So you thought I was too young to be in there? Why drag me out here? You a pervert?” She stared up at him with accusing eyes. Then she cocked her head to the side. “Wait, I know you. You live in Joey’s building.”

  Bryan’s face went hot. He ground his teeth together, trying to not yell at the woman. “It’s not like that. I don’t like to see people get taken advantage of and I thought you were way too young.”

  “Aww, you were trying to help me.” She pulled him down for a kiss. He jumped back and she burst out laughing. “What’s wrong, big boy? Afraid of the little girl?”

  Sweat popped out on his
brow and his knees grew weak. His cock swelled, surprising the hell out of him. A few minutes ago he’d thought this woman was eighteen, and now he wanted her. Hell, he’d wanted the dog-walker girl, who he’d thought was barely legal too. They were one and the same, and that excited him even more.

  She circled around him, trailing her fingers across his abs, then his ass. He cleared his throat and tried to stand completely still, but when she grabbed his butt and squeezed he jumped forward and yelped. She burst out laughing.

  “You are a live one. We could have fun, and I know where you live.”

  Bryan didn’t know what to think. This little sprite of a woman had him turned on and revved up.

  “Catch me.” She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her barely covered pussy coming to rest directly on his pants-clad cock. She squirmed around, enflaming him further.

  Bryan groaned and his resistance melted as he took a kiss, forcing his tongue through her lips. She opened to him and he explored her moist cavern, tasting sweet strawberries and a hint of lemon. His hands found her ass and grasped on to the sparse material, cupping both of her little cheeks with his palms, curling his fingers in towards her pussy.

  She pulled away, her eyes dark and her cheeks pink. “Your place is closer. Did you drive?”

  “I took a cab, and you can’t be serious about coming home with me. We don’t know each other that well.”

  “I know where you live. I’m Nichole. What’s your name?”

  “Bryan.”