Rosemary lay motionless between them. A hitching sigh every now and then was the only sound she made. Her eyes were half open as she once more lay with her sweaty cheek plastered to Wes’s chest.
Evan caught his breath first and lifted off of Rosemary, stroking her back as he slowly withdrew from her tingling ass. “Be back in a minute, Rosemary.”
Rosemary heard the shower come on in the bathroom. Wes caressed her, allowing her to remain motionless with his cock still deep within her. “How do you feel, baby?”
She let out a slow, breathy sigh. “When sensation returns to me, I’ll let you know.”
Rosemary could hear the concern in his voice. “Did we hurt you? Was it good?”
“Good? It was volcanic. I couldn’t understand it until I experienced it for myself.”
She heard a rumble of approval in Wes’s chest. He sounded satisfied. “We wanted it to be good for you.”
She gave him a crooked little grin as she rose up to look in his eyes. “That’s like comparing Old Faithful to Mount St. Helens.”
Wes chuckled. “It was pretty amazing. You have two men who are devoted to your pleasure,” he said, kissing her damp temple.
“I love you with my whole heart, Wes.” She smiled as he squeezed her gently, his body trembling a little.
Evan returned, drying his nude body with a towel. Using a hot, wet washcloth, he wiped the lubricant off of her and pressed the soothing heat to her ass, which was throbbing a little. She jumped at first contact but relaxed as he pressed it to her.
“Feel okay? Does that hurt?”
“I’m going to be a little sore, but it’s not bad. The heat feels good. I have ibuprofen in my makeup case.”
“I’ll get them for you. Are you thirsty? You’re a little hoarse.”
Yep, screaming ecstatically over and over will do that to a girl. They probably heard me at the Alamo.
Chapter Thirteen
Wes chuckled as he ended the call on his cell phone. Rosemary had talked a mile a minute, beside herself with excitement.
Evan looked over at him as the man he’d been visiting with at their exhibit booth excused himself. “Was that Rosemary? Where did she get herself off to?”
She’d admired the large, beautifully landscaped garden area nearby when they’d arrived at the Convention Center earlier that morning and had mentioned that she’d like to take a closer look if they didn’t mind. There were plenty of people around, and it was on the beaten path, so Wes and Evan had no objections.
They didn’t want her to think they expected her to hang around their exhibit booth the entire time she was there. This weekend was supposed to be a fun getaway for her. On the contrary, they were impressed when, as they’d both been occupied talking to other people, a married couple had approached their booth with apparent interest, and she’d stepped over to them and struck up a conversation, answering their questions and showing them samples. Rosemary had winked at Wes when he’d caught her eye, and he’d had to work hard to focus on what the contractor was saying to him.
It filled him with pride that she took an interest in their business, and it came as no surprise that she would be perfectly comfortable talking with potential customers since sales were a big part of what she did in her job.
Later when the traffic at their booth had tapered off a bit, she asked if they’d mind if she took that walk outside. That had been half an hour ago.
Wes nodded, smiling. “Yeah, it was Rosemary. She took her walk outside, but it started drizzling. She came in a different door from the one she went out of and got all turned around and wandered into a different part of the Convention Center.”
Evan’s face showed mild concern. “She get lost?”
Wes grinned. “No. I wouldn’t say lost. More like she’s found Wonderland. She wandered into another convention going on somewhere else in this facility.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s open to the public, too. Remember that line of people we saw when we were pulling up? She’s with all of them right now.”
“What are they here for?”
Wes grinned and chuckled. “The Rose of Texas Erotic Romance Author’s and Publisher’s Annual Convention. She called to let us know where she is so we won’t worry about her. She wants to walk around over there for a bit. I didn’t know it, but evidently, both Grace and Rachel have been doing some writing, and she wants to pick up literature and business cards for them and see if any of her favorite authors are over there signing autographs.” Wes watched Evan’s face closely as he added, “Rosemary also mentioned that a couple of the major e-publishers brought a bunch of their cover models with them, and they’re wandering around the convention and posing for pictures with fans.”
So predictable he was almost comical, Evan growled at the last comment. “I don’t suppose she means the female models for the heroines?”
“Doubtful. I’ve gotten a look at some of the covers on her paperback collection. I think it’s mostly ‘man candy’ over there. She said you would react like that and to tell you that there’s not anyone over there that compares to either of us. I told her we would pick her up from there around noon. After lunch, she wants to spend the afternoon with you. She said she’s looking forward to dressing up for us tonight, for the after-hours mixer.”
“Good, I can’t wait to see her in that sexy black dress she unpacked this morning. Thanks for letting me have a little time with her. I’m glad that she wants time alone with us.”
“I can’t wait, either. What are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna leave it up to her,” Evan said with a little smile. Changing the subject before the growing bulge in his groin became more pronounced at the thought of being alone with Rosemary, Evan asked, “Did you see Ed and Cruz when they came by earlier?”
“Yeah, saw you talking to them. Wonder if Davina is wandering around here somewhere, too?”
“She’ll probably put in an appearance at some point. I hope she keeps her hands to herself if Rosemary is around.”
Wes chuckled. “Yeah, I can imagine the can of whoop-ass Rosemary would open up for her if she misbehaves.”
* * * *
Rosemary looked around the crowded convention room at all the colorful booths and banners representing her favorite publishers and authors. Feeling like a little kid in a candy store, she waded into the enthusiastic chaos of talking people and twittering fans. Rosemary grinned as, here and there, she spotted more cover models, all dressed in costumes they must’ve worn for some of their cover shoots.
There were lots of cowboys, leather-clad biker dudes, as well as loin-cloth-clad otherworldly Lords and Explorers, along with the requisite vampires and were-shifters. Many were decorated with wild, sexy tattoos. There were also several that had military or mercenary looks to them.
They were all sexy as hell, but not one of them did anything for her. She still tingled pleasantly with the memory of her first ménage à trois from the night before. She planned to take plenty of pictures for the girls to enjoy, though.
Wandering around, she worked her way up one row then down the next. She stopped at the first e-publisher’s booth she recognized the name of and mentioned both Grace and Rachel. The woman she spoke with briefly explained their submission process and gave Rosemary a business card and some printed literature to take to the girls and slipped a couple of complimentary new releases in the bag she handed to Rosemary, to thank her for stopping and asking.
A handsome and vaguely familiar cover model wandered over to that publisher’s booth, and the woman enthusiastically took a picture of Rosemary with him, using Rosemary’s cell phone camera. She recognized him as the cover model for one of her favorite erotic romances and asked him for his autograph, which he gladly signed for her. She moved on, and the process repeated itself twice more with other publishers and their cover models.
A man walked by, momentarily distracting her. Incongruous was the first word that came to Rosemary’s mind. Not becau
se of how he was dressed but because of his demeanor. She’d seen several models dressed as bad-ass biker dudes, all of them over six feet, tanned with sexy tattoos, dressed in leather or denim, looking sexy as hell, fresh from a cover shoot.
This guy was the real deal. His tats were genuine, not painted on, and fully sleeved both arms from the wrists up, disappearing beneath the rolled sleeves of his white T-shirt which were stretched tautly over his bulging biceps. The sexy hunk wore a black leather vest that was covered with patches and logos. On the back of the vest was the emblem embroidered for the motorcycle club he was a member of, along with what must be his nickname. “Bad Dog.” He looked like a bad dog, too.
He walked over to one of the booths a few feet from where Rosemary stood surreptitiously watching him while she browsed through a book cover promo poster collection. She smiled, thinking that erotic romance was for everybody, not just women.
To each his own.
His tanned head was shaved smooth, and she noticed one of his tattoos peeked above the back of his T-shirt. He must’ve had a dragon tattoo on his back because to her it looked like the tail of a dragon snaking up and twining around to the base of his skull. He laughed at something the woman he was talking to said, and his voice had a rough, gravelly quality to it. Most of the cover models walking around averaged between six foot two and six foot five, but this guy topped out at five foot nine to five foot ten maximum. Mentally, she ticked through the list of authors she knew were here today and speculated on who he’d come to get an autograph from.
He finished his conversation, and she couldn’t help but watch him as he walked by her. She wasn’t interested in him so much as she was intrigued by him. His jeans were rumpled, and his boots were scuffed as he walked past her, holding her attention. He gave her a naughty, crooked grin and winked when she couldn’t suppress a giggle and continued on his way.
She clicked a picture of him, for kicks, and went on her way, visiting with publishers, promoting Grace and Rachel and getting all kinds of information. Several of the publishers’ representatives thought she was doing a really nice thing for her friends and slipped her extra copies of books and called cover models over to take pictures with her.
Over the PA system, an announcer promoted the beginning of a question and answer panel hosted by several authors. Evidently, many of the attendees were planning to participate. Rosemary would’ve gone, but her men would be picking her up soon, so she wandered the aisles as the crowds thinned considerably.
She was finishing a conversation with a new author promoting her first release from her publisher’s booth when she looked up and noticed “Bad Dog” again. He was talking with an author as she sat at her booth, a stack of books at her left waiting to be signed. The banner behind her displayed the cover of her latest best-selling novel and her name in bold, brazen lettering, Tessa Malone.
The Tessa Malone! Rosemary felt a sincere fan-girl squeal coming on.
Ms. Malone looked like any other professional person present at the convention, maybe somebody’s daughter or girlfriend, who also worked a full-time job. Her hair was styled and her nails manicured. She obviously took good care of herself but certainly did not look the celebrity type like Rosemary would’ve expected.
She’d read several of Ms. Malone’s novels, having truly enjoyed her genius wit, clever, snappy dialogue, and larger-than-life characters. She specialized in over-the-top, alpha male heroes who took what they wanted and heroines who totally kicked ass, inspired adoring devotion in their alphas, and swallowed every time. Rosemary knew Rachel was a huge fan, as well.
Bad Dog stood talking privately to Ms. Malone at her table. Rosemary felt a little voyeuristic as she observed them. Bad Dog was momentarily distracted and looked away from her and down the aisle. Ms. Malone glanced at him with open adoration in her eyes, her cheeks blushing a soft rose color, before she looked down at her hands shyly.
Once again focused on her, Bad Dog surreptitiously stroked a finger over Tessa’s knuckles. Tessa’s lips popped open soundlessly, and she froze under his touch. The magnetism between them was palpable even from a distance. Rosemary wondered if she was watching a fledgling romance blossom before her eyes.
Tessa looked beyond him and made eye contact with Rosemary. Oops! Busted! Then the author glanced away just as quickly, looking up and smiling into Bad Dog’s eyes. Bad Dog leaned down to her and whispered something to her before glancing behind him and then edged away, his finger once again stroking over the top of her hand.
Tessa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Rosemary felt a little embarrassed for having stopped to witness that intimate exchange, but it wasn’t like they’d made any attempt at being discreet. When she looked up at Rosemary, Tessa smiled at her and shrugged as if to say, “Men!”
Rosemary grinned back and made her way down to Tessa’s table, drawn by curiosity and a genuine desire to meet her and get an autograph. Someone else approached Tessa first, and her attention was drawn to them. Tessa lifted a paperback and signed it then spoke a moment with them.
When Rosemary walked over, Tessa held her hands to her cheeks and whispered to her, “I think my cheeks are going to be sore from smiling so much. Hi, I’m Tessa Malone.” She stuck her hand out to shake Rosemary’s.
Rosemary shook her hand and said, “Sorry, I’m Rosemary Piper. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your moment a bit ago. I find people watching very interesting and he seems so…”
“Out of place?” Tessa whispered and giggled when Rosemary nodded emphatically. “Oh, honey, you have no idea.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” Rosemary asked conspiratorially. “Or is he a cover model? He looks like the real thing.”
Tessa’s sweet, hazel eyes sparkled as she laughed gaily. “Oh, he’s no cover model, that’s for sure. But he is a biker. He rode his Harley from the hotel this morning. He offered me a ride because I’m at the same hotel, but I wouldn’t do it.”
Rosemary’s jaw dropped, and she looked in the direction Bad Dog had walked away. “Why not?”
“Well, I wasn’t dressed for it but also because I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I’m a bit of a chicken. And no, he’s not my boyfriend. He keeps doing things like that and…” Tessa blushed and sighed a little forlornly, looking in the direction he’d headed earlier, then looked away.
Tessa and Bad Dog looked like an unlikely pair, to be honest. She was dressed in a body-hugging black skirt and a silky red top and tall, black high-heeled boots. Tessa was curvaceous and reminded Rosemary somewhat of Grace, except that she had long, straight, dark brown hair and she wore rimless eyeglasses. However, opposites did attract.
Rosemary asked, “So is he a fan of yours?”
Tessa’s eyes twinkled. “Well, I suppose, but if you keep wandering around, you’ll probably see him again,” Tessa said with a smile and a giggle then changed the subject, peeking in Rosemary’s bag. “That’s quite a collection of publisher’s literature you have there. Are you a writer?”
“Me? No! But I have two dear friends who are. I’m here with my fiancés at the Home Builder’s Convention on the other side of the Center, and I happened—”
“Wait.” Tessa held up a hand then crooked her finger at Rosemary and giggled before whispering to her, “Your what? Did you say ‘fiancés’ as in plural?” Tessa drew out the last word into two long syllables and held up two fingers.
Rosemary giggled and felt her cheeks tingle with heat. Suddenly, she was the one under the microscope. Rosemary looked around before leaning in closer and nodded conspiratorially. “Uh-huh! That’s exactly what I said. Wes and Evan.” Their handsome faces flitted through her mind as well as glimpses of their explosive and beautiful lovemaking the night before. Her cheeks went red-hot at the reminder.
Tessa leaned forward eagerly, glancing around quickly. “What kind of work do they do?”
“Custom-made furniture. Bedroom furniture is their specialty. They built a big, custom bed for my friend and her three husbands
,” Rosemary said with another wicked giggle at Tessa’s reaction. She looked about ready to jump out of her seat.
“Holy shit! The hell you say!”
“Yeah!”
“And you’re engaged to two men? Where are you from, near here?” Tessa asked, sounding hopeful.
“We’re all from Divine, a few hours northwest of here.”
“I’d love to be able to talk to someone who actively, successfully lives that lifestyle. You don’t know me at all, but would you mind if I contacted you online via e-mail sometime or on the phone? I promise I wouldn’t stalk you or anything. I’d love to be able to do a little research. It would mean an awful lot to me.”
“I’d be happy to talk to you and put you in touch with my friend. I can guarantee you she’d love to meet you,” Rosemary said, taking a pen and small notepad from her purse and writing her e-mail address and phone number on it.
Tessa got a dreamy look in her eyes but straightened up as an elderly man came to her booth and said hello and then asked her to sign a copy of her book for his shy, little wife who hovered nearby. When the man departed, Tessa took a promo card from the stack in the middle of the table and wrote her e-mail address and Web site address on the back of it then handed her two more with the same information for Grace and Rachel.
Tessa whispered, “I live in Austin, but I’m this way all the time because I have family here. Maybe you’d like to get together for supper or lunch sometime. It would be a golden opportunity for me, and I’d be really grateful.”
“Oh my gosh, they’re gonna be so excited. They’re both huge fans of yours!” Rosemary said, looking at what Tessa had written, realizing she’d written down a private e-mail address, as the e-mail address her fans could write to her at was already printed on the back of the card.
“We should take a picture for you to send to them. Gimme your camera phone. Max, come here for a second, would you?”
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