Revealed: A Hype PR and Eye Candy Bookstore Anthology

by Bethany Lopez

  I wandered the room, touching the different fabrics as I moved.

  When the other girls began to enter the suite, I realized we were getting close to start time, and my stomach clenched.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered to Kyrie, as tears pricked the backs of my eyes.

  I was suddenly so nervous I wanted to puke.

  “You’ve got this,” Kyrie assured me, taking my hands in hers and squeezing them. “Just sit over there.” She gestured to an overstuffed hot pink chair in the corner. “All you have to do is watch. Remember, no one can touch you unless you allow it, okay?”

  “All right,” I agreed, then practically ran to the corner and got myself in position.

  I lifted my hand to make sure my headdress and face cover were securely in place, covered myself as well as I could with the lingerie, then folded my hands in my lap and waited.

  I watched as the other girls situated themselves around the room. Some in the chairs, a couple on the floor, and Kyrie and one other girl lay across the bed. I knew that Kyrie was hoping she’d be at least one of the girls chosen to actively participate in the client’s fantasy, but she’d explained that it would be completely up to the client to decide who he wanted.

  A couple of the women giggled nervously, then the room went silent when a noise in the hall sounded.

  As music filled the room, some sort of Turkish or Indian sound, the door opened, and a tall man stepped inside. The lighting was low, so I couldn’t make out his features, but as he sauntered into the room, I knew he was going to be breathtaking.

  He had that way about him… confident, strong, comfortable in his body.

  I watched from under my lashes as he took in the scene before him, then bit back a gasp when I saw the huge grin take over his face, just as he walked into the light.

  Jax, my mind screamed as I watched the tall, well-muscled man come to a stop a few feet into the room.

  My high school sweetheart. The love of my life. The one who got away.

  Chapter 3

  We were lying in the bed of Jax’s truck. I was seventeen, he was eighteen, and he was getting ready to leave for Marine boot camp. As I looked up at the stars, all I could think about was how much I’d miss him.

  “Hey,” Jax said gently.

  I turned my head so I could look into his beautiful green eyes. They were my favorite eyes in the entire world. They saw me as no one else ever had.

  “Hey,” I replied, trying, but failing, to keep the tears out of my voice.

  “I love you, Scarlet,” he said, and I couldn’t stop the tear from rolling down the side of my face.

  “I love you, too, Jax. More than anything,” I cried.

  He sat up, then leaned over me, his strong, beautiful face getting closer as he brought his lips to mine.

  My lips parted immediately, eager to let him in and feel the sensations that only Jax aroused in me. I brought my hands up to cup his head and pull him in, urging him closer… deeper. My hips thrust up as my legs fell open to allow him to settle above me.

  I could feel my core tightening, my pussy throbbing, so I brushed against his hard length, praying he’d finally accept my invitation and make love to me.

  Jax pulled back, his hands coming to take mine from his neck.

  “No, Scar, we can’t,” he said gruffly, and my heart sank.

  “Why, Jax?” I asked, tired of this argument.

  “You know why, Scar,” Jax replied softly, his eyes watching me tenderly. “I’m not going to take your virginity and then leave. Once I’m a Marine and I’m settled in a duty station, with a job and a home for us, I’ll come back for you.”

  We’d gone over this a million times. I had one more year of high school, and he wanted to leave this town and make something of himself. Once I graduated, we’d get married and I’d move to wherever he was stationed.

  I loved him, and I loved our plan, but I disagreed on the waiting to make love part.

  “But,” I began, even though I knew it was fruitless to argue. Once Jax had his mind on something, there was no swaying him.

  “I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry,” Jax said, before dropping a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

  His lips trailed lower. He nuzzled my neck, then ran his lips and the tip of his tongue down the length of my throat. I moaned and turned my head to the side. I felt his hands go under my tank top and move upwards, caressing my skin as he pushed the white cotton up over my heaving breasts.

  I wasn’t wearing a bra. It had been one of my ploys to try and get him to go back on his no sex rule. It hadn’t worked, of course, but when his hot mouth sucked my ready nipple, I was happy for the easy access.

  Writhing beneath him, I pushed my fingers into his shoulder length, jet-black hair. I knew they’d shave it all off soon, but for now, I reveled in the silky feel of it as I fisted my hands.

  Jax left my breast with a quick nip, moving his talented mouth lower. His tongue laved across my stomach, as his hands bunched my skirt up and pushed it up over my hips.

  Within seconds, his mouth was on my panties, hot and wet as he kissed me through the sweet pink fabric. I clenched my fists in his hair tighter, as my hips thrust up of their own volition, eager for more.

  I felt, as well as heard, Jax chuckle against, me, then he blew softly on my pussy as he pulled the fabric to the side and kissed me gently on my clit.

  “God, Jax,” I cried into the night, dropping my thighs even further to give him better access to my inner heat.

  He licked me once, twice, slowly putting first one finger, then another inside of me. I moaned as his finger fucked me, and his tongue teased my pussy lips, then cried his name again as he flattened his tongue and began to flick it across my clit.

  My hips started rotating, then bucking, as my orgasm began to build. His fingers fucked me harder, and he began to hum low in his throat as he flicked, licked, and sucked on my clit.

  I came with his name on my lips, and my fists in his hair.

  As I came down, he righted my clothes, then gathered me into his arms and held me close.

  “I love you,” I breathed softly, my eyes heavy with sleep and satisfaction. “Come back to me.”

  “I promise,” Jax said, kissing the top of my head.

  And with the utter belief and love of a seventeen-year-old girl, I believed him.

  Chapter 4

  He’d lied.

  That’s what my mind was screaming, even as my body was urging me to rush toward him.

  Instead, I sat still as a statue in my pink chair, my hands clutching the velvety fabric of the cushion underneath me in desperation.

  How could this be happening? I wondered, unable to come to terms with what I was seeing. The last time I’d laid eyes on Jax, he’d been kissing me goodbye before getting on a bus bound for basic training. He’d left with promises and declarations, all of which turned out to be a lie.

  My letters came back undeliverable, my emails, unanswered, and the boy who’d said he’d come back for me, had never set foot in our home town again.

  I’d been certain he was dead. What other reason could he possibly have for disappearing the way he did? I’d mourned him the way you mourn your first love, with tons of tears, depression, and eventually, putting him on a pedestal where he would forever be the love of my life.

  And it had all been a lie, because here he was, in the flesh, a gorgeous, breathing man. The truth hit me in the gut like a balled up fist. He hadn’t left me because he’d had no choice, it had been his plan all along.

  Jax was never going to come back for me, or marry me. That was why he’d been so adamant about not having sex. He was a bastard, but apparently, had some semblance of morals.

  Rage filtered through my frozen limbs, but it quickly fizzled out when I remembered where we were and why.

  Jax had ordered this harem fantasy? This is what his deepest wish was, to be married to multiple women? To have a different flavor every day?


  The need to flee was overwhelming. Not only had my world just come crashing down around me, but the man I’d always viewed as the love of my life was about to have sex with other women, right in front of me?

  I suddenly couldn’t breathe.

  I tried to concentrate on breathing deep in through my nose and out through my mouth, while I helplessly watched the scene unfold before me.

  “You will call me Master,” Jax said to the room, his voice strong and clear. “If I ask you to do something you don’t like, you always have the option to say no, but if you’re all in, I’d like you to obey my commands and stick to your role in this fantasy.”

  I looked around to see all the women nodding their consent, and slowly did the same when his eyes swept around the room.

  Would he know me? The shape of my body, the color of my eyes? Even in this flimsy excuse for a costume, would Jax realize who I was and remember?

  It didn’t appear so, when he walked over to an ornate table to pour himself a glass of Scotch.

  Jax brought the glass of amber liquid to his lips and sipped slowly, his eyes taking in the entire scene, then lingering on each woman as if checking off items on a mental list.

  Glass in hand, he strode to the center of the room, crooking his finger at Kyrie, and my heart plummeted.

  Eager, her eyes sparkling with excitement, Kyrie eased off the bed and walked slowly and seductively toward Jax.

  “Yes, Master,” she said, voice low.

  “Take off my shirt,” Jax ordered, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched her reach up and begin undoing his buttons.

  His shirt fell open to reveal a well-defined chest, toned abs, and a dark smattering of hair that led down into his dress pants.

  Jax had definitely developed, and was even more gorgeous now than he’d been at eighteen.

  The sight of Kyrie’s hand on his chest, and that stupid smile on his face as he looked down at her, were filling me with a jealous rage. I’d never felt this way before… hot and shaky, my vision blurring with an anger so acute I wanted to murder my best friend.

  I had to get out of there…

  I rose slowly, my eyes sweeping the room as I tried to find the quickest exit, when I heard, “You, come join us.”

  My head whipped up and my stomach dropped when I realized he was talking to me.

  I looked to Kyrie, who just smiled and nodded with encouragement, as I wondered what the hell I should do. Did I run, and leave Jax with Kyrie and the rest of the harem to do God knows what? Or did I cross to him and see what happened next?

  Although my mind was screaming, run, my feet propelled me forward.

  My breath was coming in shallow pants when I reached them, and I worried I was about to have a panic attack, but I managed to stop in front of them and lift my eyes to meet his.

  This is it, I thought. He’ll definitely know who I am now.

  But nothing registered on his face, and his eyes just flitted from me to Kyrie, then back again.

  “Kiss her,” Jax said, and all hope that he’d recognized me evaporated.

  I swallowed, looking to Kyrie to see what I should do.

  Kyrie dropped her hand from Jax’s chest and stepped toward me, her hand brushing down my arm as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.

  “You can say no,” she assured me, adding, “or, you can go with it.”

  I looked to Jax, who was watching us with heated eyes, then back at my friend as I tried to figure out the best course of action. That’s when I realized I wasn’t ready to leave him yet. If I left now, I’d probably never see him again, and as my gaze flitted over his face, I realized how much I’d missed him.

  Taking my lack of response as a yes, Kyrie lifted her hand to remove her face mask, but I shook my head. There was no way I was going to allow Jax to see my face. If he didn’t know who I was, there was no way I was going to reveal myself and risk him leaving. Not again. I wanted a little more time with him before that happened.

  I lifted my hand, running it up Kyrie’s arm and over her shoulder to cup the back of her head, urging her closer. I closed my eyes as our lips touched through the silk fabric between us. The face masks made the kiss a chaste one, but I could still feel the soft plumpness of her bottom lip, smell the musk of the oil she’d applied, feel the heat of her breath on my face.

  I pulled back slowly, lifting my eyes to Jax.

  His green eyes had darkened, making them look almost black. One hand still held the glass, but the other had moved down and I realized he was stroking his cock through his slacks.

  Warmth filled my veins at the sight, and my body immediately reacted, as if recognizing an old lover. Even though we’d never had sex, we’d explored each other’s bodies in every other way possible, and my body was eager for him to finally finish the job.

  “My pants,” Jax said, eyes on me, so I inched close enough to bring my hands to his waist, unhooked the clasp and eased down his zipper.

  He must have indicated that Kyrie should take his shirt the rest of the way off, because she moved behind him and helped him out of it while I eased his slacks down his hips.

  “Shoes,” he said, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as if I’d done something wrong.

  I lowered to my knees and slipped the loafers off of his feet, then reached up to pull his pants the rest of the way down. He lifted one foot, then the other, allowing me to pull the slacks the rest of the way off. I folded them neatly and set them aside, but when I would have risen back to my feet, Jax stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

  I raised my head, and even though I knew what he was about to say next, I was still shocked that I was right.

  “Pull out my cock and blow me.”

  My mind scrambled, even as my pussy throbbed, and I paused, unsure if I could go through with it.

  Sensing my uncertainty, I heard Jax call, “You, come take her place,” and I knew he was going to switch me out for one of the other girls.

  Could I do this? Just blow him like a stranger? Wasn’t that degrading? Wouldn’t it break something in me?

  On the other hand…

  Could I watch someone else put their mouth on Jax? Give him pleasure? Wouldn’t that be a million times worse?

  Not wanting to speak and risk him recognizing my voice, I made a noise and shook my head, then ran my hands up his thighs to show him I was willing to do this.

  I didn’t want to chance looking up and giving him the opportunity to push me away, so I focused on the task at hand, and reminded myself that this was Jax. I knew his body as well and my own, and I knew how to give him pleasure.

  And that’s just what I’d do.

  Chapter 5

  I pulled his cock out of the black boxer briefs he was wearing. Long, thick, and throbbing, Jax’s biceps weren’t the only things that had grown over the years.

  Leading with my tongue, I licked the length of him, pausing at the end to twirl my tongue around the tip, before sucking the head between my lips.

  Jax groaned, and his hand came to the back of my head. Not to force me to stay put, but to feel my hair beneath his fingers. He’d always said he loved the soft texture of my hair, coupled with the wet heat of my mouth wrapped around him. It made him feel more connected, and he always said he wanted me to know that he knew it was me giving him pleasure.

  Even though rationally I knew that wasn’t the case now, the feel of his hand on my head caused my heart to stutter in my chest.

  Closing my eyes to block out the yearning that was threatening to take over, I put everything I had into this blowjob. Licking, sucking, humming, curving my tongue, and jacking him with my hand, I used every trick I’d ever learned.

  With my right hand, I pumped the base of his cock as my head bobbed, then I let him go with a pop and moved lower until I found his balls. Still fisting him, I sucked one ball into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue.

  “Fuck,” I heard Jax mutter, then felt the tap on my head that indicated he needed me
to stop before he came.

  I released him immediately and sat back on my heels, my breath coming in pants as adrenaline and need coursed through me.

  “Fuck, you’re good at that,” Jax muttered.

  I felt a smile on my lips as pleasure suffused me at his words.

  I looked up, wanting to see the look on his face, then bit back a gasp at the sight of Kyrie kissing his neck, while her fingers caressed his nipple.

  Oh, God, what the hell was I doing?

  I stood up quickly, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth as embarrassment tinged my cheeks.

  I’d gotten so caught up in the moment, so caught up in the sight, smell, and taste of him, that I’d forgotten where we were and what was actually happening.

  I turned on my heel, prepared to flee, when a large hand on my bicep stopped me. I froze, waiting to see what he was going to do, then forgot to breathe when he stepped up close enough for me to feel his heat at my back.

  “I want you,” Jax whispered, saying the one thing I’d been longing to hear since I was seventeen and madly in love. “So fucking bad.”

  This was my one chance to have him. Could I do it? Could I have sex with Jax in public, possibly sharing him with other women, or should I leave while I still have the ability to say no?

  His knuckles gently trailed down my bare back, causing goose bumps to erupt, and I inadvertently swayed back, my body once again making my decisions.

  I closed my eyes at the first touch of Jax’s lips on my neck, allowing sensation to take over as I force my mind to shut off.

  “Take this off,” Jax said, and I opened my eyes to see Kyrie stepping in front of me, her face full of questions.

  I wanted to explain that everything was okay, that I wanted this, wanted him, but I couldn’t speak. Instead, I tried to assure her with my eyes that I knew what I was doing and I was doing it willingly.

  I was sure she thought I’d lost my mind, especially since I wasn’t sure about coming here in the first place. Kyrie must have seen what she needed to on my face, because her hands came to the straps of my lingerie and slowly pushed them down my arms.