Golden and the Three Bears

by Kelex

  When Golden’s estranged grandmother passes, she leaves him everything. Everything is a storybook cottage that’s not seen much TLC over the years. Golden takes a long weekend to come see the place, but the memories of the rift between them threatens to be too much. He welcomes a handsome distraction that approaches his door.

  Hunky Jax was Gran’s neighbor, sharing a house next door with his two best friends and construction business partners. All three muscular, masculine men tempt Golden, and given his desire to forget, a roll in the sack seems much better than dealing with his real life and the loss he didn’t expect to dredge up old pain.

  When the connection Golden feels for Jax isn’t in-line with his no strings mantra, he runs. Yet something keeps pulling Golden back to the house he’s sold to the three sexy bears. Sneaking in on an open house of the old place might change his world completely.

  Golden and the Three Bears

  A Twisted Erotic Fairy Tale

  by

  Kelex

  M/M, M/M/M/M,

  BDSM, BONDAGE, SPANKING,

  ANAL SEX, AND ORAL SEX

  Twisted E Publishing, LLC

  www.twistedepublishing.com

  A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING BOOK

  Golden and the Three Bears

  A Twisted Erotic Fairy Tale

  Copyright © 2014 by Kelex

  Edited by Marie Medina

  First E-book Publication: November 2014

  Cover design by K Designs

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2014, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  Author’s Note:

  In this story, I made the choice not to have my characters use any sort of protection for story flow. Fiction is not real life. A glove is love! Please use protection. I love my readers too much to not have them safe.

  Golden and the Three Bears

  Chapter One

  “Yeah, I can’t believe she left everything to me either, Helena,” Golden said into his cell as he walked up the cottage’s front path. He turned back toward his SUV and clicked the button to lock it up tight and then continued walking toward the house. Golden paused before the front door, memories assailing him. “I hadn’t seen my Gran in twenty years.”

  “How long will you be? We’ve got three new cases since you left, and I can’t handle this workload.”

  Golden fished the key his grandmother’s solicitor had sent him from his pocket and angled it toward the worn, weather beaten door. From far away the old cottage looked quaint. Up close, Golden could see the years of neglect. But then, neglect was a word he thought of often when it came to his grandmother. Once upon a time, he’d had a lot of great memories of his Gran, many of them shared at the cottage. But that had been a lifetime ago. Before things… had changed. “I already told you one long weekend should do it. I’ll only miss two days of work, relax. I need to give the place a look-see so I know what kind of shape it’s in. I’ll be back Tuesday.”

  “You are putting it up for sale, right?”

  Helena sounded worried. “Of course. I’m not commuting two hours into work each day, in gridlock. It just isn’t happening.”

  Guilt struck him. His Gran had been two hours away yet he’d never come to see her since returning to the area. Now she’d left him her house, along with everything else she owned. Given the look of the house, he couldn’t see that there was all that much. She’d apparently let the place go in the years after abandoning him.

  Golden felt a wave of guilt hit him. She’d been his blood, and no one spoke ill of the dead. Yet that changed nothing as far as what she’d done to him. Even in death, the pain was still fresh, no matter how much he’d wanted to shove it deep down.

  Golden had only been a boy when his dad and Gran had fought. To this day, Golden still didn’t know what the argument had been about. The only thing he did know was that Gran had completely vanished from his life, never attempting to see him—until about two years ago.

  After he’d gotten the job in LA, he’d known she wasn’t far, but his anger had kept him from coming to face her. She’d walked away, so he hadn’t felt all too compelled to extend the olive branch.

  Now she was gone and there would be no facing anything.

  Climbing the corporate ladder had consumed Golden’s life. She’d called out of the blue, asking to see him, but he’d been in the midst of opening the new office. He’d made excuses, next week, or maybe the week after, which had simply never come. He would never have the chance to get to know her again, even if he had wanted to.

  He opened the front door, the hinges squeaking slightly. The scent of sweet flowers came out to hit him. Her scent. He smiled, closing his eyes and inhaling, memories from happier times hitting him. Gardenias, I believe. She grew them out back.

  “Whatever, just hurry up. My hands were already full before you traipsed up there,” Helena said, dragging him back to the present. “We’ve gotten three new cases this week alone, on top of the others. I can’t do this alone.”

  “Don’t get pissy because you’re too busy to fuck your clerk on your lunch hour while I’m gone.”

  “I am not sleeping with him.”

  “And I’m a virgin,” Golden said, chuckling, knowing better. He’d walked in on Helena and her clerk in odd situations too many times to count. The potential for drama wasn’t something he appreciated in a business finally finding its footing in the community, but then, he only had speculation that it was even occurring. “Talk to you later,” he added, before clicking off the phone. He shoved the cell into his pocket and walked into the room, glancing at all the well-worn, oversized furniture. It was all puffy, and soft looking, sort of how he remembered his grandmother being.

  Everything was situated just like he remembered. It was like the place had been stuck in time, preserved, waiting for him. He stopped before a table filled with many family photos. Lifting one, he saw him and his dad, sitting in matching ugly Christmas sweaters before a lit tree piled high with presents. He had to have been about five. His mom had been alive then. So had Gran.

  Sadness threatened to take his breath away. Gran had been his link to her… his mother. And then she was just gone. Anger swelled then, anger that both the women in his life had abandoned him.

  Golden put the photo back, surprised by how many of them were of him. Another stab of guilt hit, the myriad emotions making him uneasy. Emotions weren’t something Golden dealt with too often. As an attorney, he needed to be logical and exploit others’ emotions, not get twisted up in his childhood. Life was the way it was and you get over it. Get over it, Golden.

  “Excuse me?”

  Golden turned when he heard the deep, masculine voice.

  The hottest male he’d ever seen on the planet stood in the open doorway, staring at Golden, bare chested and glimmering with sweat. Golden smiled wickedly, thankful for the much needed distraction. He looked the man up and down, from the tips of his toes to the dark shades at the top of his delicious head.

  “Can I help you?” Golden asked, knowing he’d sure like to help the guy… out of the rest of his clothes.

  “Are you Deloris’ grandson?”

  Golden paused a second, unsure how to answer. Finally, he nodded. “I am.”

  The guy narrowed his eyes some. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

  The slight tone of condescension in the guy’s voice set Golden’s teeth on edge. “And y
ou are?”

  “Deloris’ neighbor, Jax. I used to help her out, take care of things around the house when they broke. I spent a lot of time over here, because something was always breaking.”

  Golden chuckled mirthlessly. “You fixed stuff?” He glanced over the room, seeing multiple things that needed updating or repair. “It doesn’t look like it’s seen any TLC as of late.”

  Jax’s jawline clenched and Golden felt a tremor run through him. Jax was sexy. When he was annoyed, he was even sexier.

  “Deloris wouldn’t let me do all I wanted. She was too proud. She only let me do patch jobs when things got really bad instead of fixing it right, like I suggested.”

  “Well, hopefully whoever buys it will fix it up and make it look great again.”

  “You’re selling it?” Jax asked, his frown deepening.

  “Yeah, I can’t really do anything with it. I live in the city.”

  Jax nodded as he looked around the place, his jaw clenching again. Finally he glared at Golden. “You couldn’t be bothered to come see her when she was alive. Now you’re rushing to offload the house she loved. Why am I not surprised?”

  Golden sucked in a pained breath, ready to argue. Guilt hit him again, socking him in the gut. There was a glimmer of truth to the statement, but he didn’t need to hear that sentiment from a complete stranger. “I’d tell you there’s another side of the story here, but then, you don’t deserve an explanation because… well, it’s none of your damned business.”

  “You might not know me, but I was here for your grandmother when you weren’t. When you should’ve been, complicated or not.”

  Golden really wished the guy wasn’t so fucking good looking because he was pissing Golden off to no end. “Don’t presume to know anything about my life, or hers. She walked away years ago. I wasn’t too interested in seeing her again afterward.”

  Jax shoved his hands into his pocket, sucking in his lower lip. A very suckable lower lip. Golden clenched his jaw, reminding himself Jax was being an ass and not to lust after him.

  “Fine, whatever. All I know was she was a very lonely, sad lady who needed someone in her life. I was there as much as I could be. She was a great person. And she’ll be missed.” Jax stepped inside the house a little and glanced around a bit. “This house could really be great, too. A little work here and there. The bones are awesome.”

  “And I’ll make sure to tell the realtor all that.”

  “Do you really want to sell it without getting to know her again?” Jax asked.

  “Getting to know her? She’s no longer here.”

  Jax glanced about as he walked closer. “She lived here nearly her entire life. Her life story is written in every room. Some of yours is here, too.”

  Golden stared at the guy, the cheesy comment making him chuckle. The earnest look on Jax’s face apparently meant he believed his line. His very, very handsome face. The closer he got, the more Golden realized Jax was sin incarnate. There had to be better things for them to do than argue over things Jax had no business arguing about.

  “She wanted to reconnect with you. Before you rush off to dump the house, the least you could do would be to see how she lived in the end.”

  Jax stopped a couple of feet away. He was a few inches taller than Golden’s five-ten frame, and definitely more muscular. His broad shoulders blocked the window behind him. Hints of chest hair peeked from the top of his tight black t-shirt. A bear. Golden loved bears.

  If Golden stayed, at least he’d have a view of her sexy neighbor. What would one day hurt?

  “I’ll stay. If you agree to have dinner with me tonight.”

  As soon as the request was out of Golden’s mouth, he chuckled at the look of surprise running over Jax’s features. Golden was aggressive. It’s what served him well in court. Being in control and pushing people’s buttons was more in his wheelhouse versus feelings and emotional bullshit.

  “Dinner?” Jax asked, one eyebrow lifted.

  “So… you can tell me more about Gran,” Jax said, feeling a second wave of guilt by using her to get closer to Jax. Another sign I’m an asshole. I should be ashamed of myself.

  But I’m not.

  He grinned widely at the man before him, picking up on a hint saying Jax just might be interested. Jax’s gaze took him in, dropping and crawling back up Golden’s body. He shivered slightly, enjoying the man’s perusal. When Jax’s stare met his again, there was definitely something there. Heat. And lots of it.

  Golden’s cock swelled a little more, thickening in his dress pants.

  “Fine. Dinner. You can come to my place later, after I get cleaned up.”

  Golden let his gaze scan Jax’s muscled chest, still glistening. “Just work out?”

  “Nope, just work. I own a construction company with my best friends. I don’t sit behind a desk or stand in a courtroom.”

  A man good with his hands. Jax grinned even wider. “Say in about an hour then?”

  Jax’s nostrils flared as he gave Golden another once over. “Yeah. An hour. The house to your right as you exit the front door, with the green shutters.”

  Golden nodded his understanding, then watched as Jax exited, the man’s ass hugged in denim. Tonight was going to be interesting, for sure.

  Chapter Two

  Jax crossed the gravel drive back onto his property, his fists and teeth clenched. He’d planned on going over and railing at the man who’d left Deloris alone to die, but one look at the blond-haired, tailor-suited man had stopped him in his tracks.

  For a few moments at least.

  Then he’d said what he’d come to say, insinuating the guy was a prick. Maybe he should’ve done more than insinuate, but he’d been unable to say all the things he’d really wanted to say.

  Two sides to a story. Remember that before you judge him. You aren’t perfect. Far from it.

  What he hadn’t anticipated was the sense of attraction he felt for his neighbor’s grandson, asshole or not. The dinner invite had thrown him for a major loop. His heart had already been beating frantically in his chest, his cock thickening at the thought of more time with the man. There had been no way to say no.

  Jax stopped at his truck and pulled out his tool belt and lunchbox before heading inside the house. He deposited both on the kitchen counter before jumping up the steps to his bedroom. Once in his birthday suit, his pile of dirty laundry at his feet, he took off for the shower, excitement zipping through him.

  He quickly lathered up, his body tensing with need.

  How long had it been since he’d had a lover? Six months? Seven? Building their contracting business had taken most of his focus recently. They’d just completed their second house flip as well, and were about to put it up on the market in days.

  Golden had sparked his libido. He’d suddenly awoken from his long, dry spell, and his body was clearly telling him what it wanted. The looks Golden had given him hadn’t helped.

  His cock jutted before him, hard and ready. Soap sluiced down his body, the warm waters trailing over the ridges and planes of his stomach. Small bubbles and water droplets lay in the curling hairs at the base of his shaft, glimmering slightly in the bathroom’s light.

  He gripped the base, working his hand from stem to stern. Resting his forehead on the cool shower tiles, he eased up and down the hard length as the water coasted off his hand. A vision of Golden came to mind as he stroked himself. The well-fitting suit had left little to the imagination. Golden was fit and firm, with a body made for sinning. Smaller and slimmer than Jax, Golden was just the kind of man Jax usually coaxed into his bed.

  Jax clenched his teeth as he imagined what Golden would look like kneeling, sucking Jax’s cock. That smart-assed mouth needed something better to do than make snarky comments.

  Jax closed his eyes as his body grew taut, his release looming.

  The vision changed, to one of him pumping into the attorney’s ass, filling Golden with a hot load of his cum.

  Jax cried out, the
first shots of seed hitting the shower wall. White-hot light burned under his lids, and he bit down on his lower lip to prevent another shout. He continued to pump his shaft, milking the last of his release from him. His heart pounded in his ears, his breathing strangled. The orgasm had been stronger than he’d anticipated.

  Was it the man, or the need?

  Has to be the need.

  Jax didn’t have time for a new relationship. No strings sex was his only interest. If Golden was truly selling the house, then he wouldn’t be around long. And if he played his cards right, perhaps he could buy the house from the guy before it ever hit the market. It would be a nice tribute to his neighbor to fix it up right for once. Better than potentially unloading it on someone who wouldn’t show it the care it deserved. Deloris had loved that house, even as it had started falling apart around her.

  Selling it would be hard, but knowing it could benefit a family who might love it as much as Deloris had was incentive enough.

  Drying off, he glanced at himself in the mirror. His beard growth called for a shave, but he wasn’t in the mood. Hopefully Golden liked his men scruffy.

  Scruffy? I need to be charming if I want that house.

  Sighing, he pulled out the shave cream and razor before getting to work.

  Chapter Three

  Golden could smell burgers on the grill as he walked next door. The houses were situated on nice large lots, not like in the city. Here, a neighbor wasn’t on top of the other. Jax’s place was nestled in a bunch of well-groomed trees and plants, much like his grandmother’s cottage. She might not have kept the house in shape, but she’d apparently gardened up to the end. Both places had almost a storybook look to them, and Golden couldn’t imagine the big, buff bear next door tending to a garden.