Revealed: A Hype PR and Eye Candy Bookstore Anthology

by Bethany Lopez

  I tried to remain calm and control my body's reactions to what was happening, but it was no use. As soon as the fabric moved over my nipples they puckered and my breasts became heavy with desire. I bit back a moan when Kyrie’s hands cupped my breasts and were quickly covered by Jax’s. Their hands, hers, small and pale, and his, large and tanned, kneading my breasts was almost too much to bear.

  I’d never done anything like this before. It felt dirty… forbidden… dangerous. The combination of which had my clit swollen and my panties wet, as I allowed myself to just feel.

  Kyrie’s hands moved to push the babydoll nightie down my torso, while Jax took over and pinched my nipples roughly between his fingers. My head tilted back until it rested on his shoulder, rolling to the side as I panted softly.

  I felt the hot breath on my clit seconds before a tongue darted out and licked the wet material covering it.

  “Oh,” I cried, shocked, but unable, unwilling, to move away.

  “That’s right,” Jax crooned in my ear, and I knew he was watching Kyrie kiss my pussy from over my shoulder. His tongue mimicked hers, darting out to lick the nape of my neck, before he kissed, then bit me gently. “Get rid of her panties.”

  Kyrie eased the scrap of lace down my legs, so I lifted one leg, then the other, until I was standing there naked from the neck down.

  “Now, kiss her pussy,” he directed, then began trailing kisses down the back of my neck and shoulders, his hands still teasing my nipples.

  I stopped breathing the second her mouth gingerly touched my clit, kissing it sweetly before her tongue ran down my lips, opening me gently. Automatically, I stepped out, widening my stance to give her better access, and my breath came out in a rush as my senses went into overload.

  Their lips and hands were everywhere. Kissing me, caressing me, sucking, and even biting me. I thought I was going to explode as the pleasure became too much to bear.

  My need to come took over. One hand went behind me to hold on to Jax’s neck, while the other went to Kyrie’s head, putting slight pressure there as I silently begged for more. I tilted my hips up as Kyrie added first one finger, then another, to my pussy and began to fuck me as she flattened her tongue and flicked my clit relentlessly.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasped, then rode her fingers as Jax bit my shoulder, causing my pussy to convulse as I came.

  Reality set in as the orgasm subsided, and I opened my eyes to look at my best friend in horror. What the hell just happened? Before I could say or do anything, I was lifted and thrown over Jax’s shoulder.

  “Bed, everyone. Now!” Jax demanded, then tossed me on the mattress.

  Chapter 6

  I looked up, somewhat dazed and immensely apprehensive over what was bound to happen next.

  Jax stood at the end of the bed, and it was the first time I was able to see all of him, so I took in my fill.

  I’d already seen that he was tall and broad, with muscles that wouldn’t quit, his jet black hair shorter than it used to be. But now I saw that he had tattoos covering his arms and one on his chest. A couple of them were obviously from his time in the Marines… Semper Fi… USMC… but the others were written in script in a language that I couldn’t understand. All were black and extremely sexy.

  He crossed his arms, biceps bulging, as he took in the bed full of gorgeous women as colorful as a rainbow.

  I realized I was the only one naked and moved to cover myself, but was stopped when he grasped my ankle to get my attention. The shake of his head told me he wanted me to remain uncovered and available to him.

  “Take off your clothes,” Jax told the other girls, and I tried to keep my focus on him as the women around me shifted to discard their lingerie.

  My pulse picked up as the fact that I was in a bed full of naked women crashed down on me. I was in a harem, a harem of naked women, and we were all there to please my high school boyfriend.

  How the hell had I gotten here?

  A knock on the door sounded, and by the look on faces of Jax and the other girls, I could tell that this was not a usual occurrence.

  “Give me a second,” Jax said to the gaggle of us on the bed, his tone conveying his frustration at being interrupted. He grabbed the boxer briefs he’d just discarded on the ground and pulled them on, before walking to the door, opening it and stepping through it as it closed behind him.

  I felt a tug on my arm and turned as Kyrie began pulling me off the bed. Once we were behind a filmy curtain, far enough that the others couldn’t hear us, she whispered, “What the hell is going on?”

  I knew what she meant, but I was feeling mortified by what had just happened between us, and not sure what to say to here, so I asked, “What?”

  “Hey,” Kyrie said gently, putting her hand on my chin to get me to look at her. “I know what went down is crazy, but we’ll deal with it, okay?” At my nod she added, “Now tell me what happened? I thought you were just going to watch, not participate; what changed your mind?”

  My eyes flashed to the still closed door, then back to my friend.

  “He’s my high school boyfriend,” I admitted, becoming nervous when her eyes widened and her grip on my arm grew tight.

  “What? You know him?” Kyrie asked, her voice conveying her sudden nerves, which made me more nervous. “You can’t say anything.”

  I blinked at her, unsure why she was so adamant. Sure, I was past the point now of flinging off my face cover and revealing who I was to Jax, but I didn’t understand why she was so worked up about it.

  “Why not?” I asked, rather than assuring her that I had no plans to tell Jax who I was.

  “Didn’t you read the NDA you signed? These scenes are supposed to be completely anonymous. And, if you are in a scene where you happen to recognize the client, you’re supposed to reveal yourself immediately, and remove yourself from the scene.”

  “I don’t remember that part,” I admitted.

  “Didn’t you read it?” she asked again.

  I didn’t want to tell her that I’d read the parts that pertained to what my role in the scene was and what I’d be required to do, but the rest of it I’d just skimmed. I’d never in a million years thought that I’d do anything other than observe, and it was just this one time…

  Kyrie let out a breath, her eyes on the door, then said, “Just don’t say anything. Keep pretending you don’t know him, and never speak of this again. You could get in trouble, and they probably wouldn’t give you your cut. Shit, I’d probably get in trouble for vouching for you.”

  “I won’t say anything, I promise,” I assured her. “I never meant for it to go this far, I just got swept up, you know.”

  Kyrie’s blue eyes searched my face, then she nodded, and I sighed with relief that she had my back.

  “We’d better get back in position,” she said, leading me back to the bed. “I don’t know what’s happening, but no one gets called out during a scene unless it’s an emergency.”

  Just as I was positioning myself, as demurely as possible while naked on a bed, the door opened and Jax stepped inside.

  Chapter 7

  Jax’s face was deliberately blank as he shut the door and sauntered toward us.

  “I’m afraid we won’t have as much time as I’d hoped,” Jax said as he pulled off his boxer briefs and stepped up to the bed.

  Jesus Christ, I thought as I took in his impressive cock. It looked even bigger from this angle, tall, hard, and proud, and, if the precum was any indication, ready to fuck.

  “You two, go at it,” he told the women in the ruby red and amber headdresses. “You, finger her,” he said to Kyrie and a girl in purple amethyst.

  Jax rolled a condom over his length, pausing to stroke himself twice, then he pointed at me and the one in citrine and ordered, “You two, on me.”

  I watched as he crawled up onto the bed, his eyes taking in the women as they followed his orders, then laid back on the pillows in the center of the bed and folded his hands behi
nd his head.

  I wasn’t sure if I was deeply offended by the way he so easily ordered us to do his bidding, or if I was totally turned on by his dominance. Which was why I sat there for a moment, rather than jumping to do what he said.

  When Citrine moved forward and began kissing the side of Jax’s neck, her hand on his cock, jealousy flew through me like a white hot flame.

  Jax cocked an eyebrow at me, then grinned, apparently reading my reaction and getting off on it.

  Asshole.

  Asshole or not, I slithered up the bed until I was on his other side, then laid down on my side, my hot pussy flush with his leg. I chose to ignore Citrine, and focus on finally being with Jax in the way I’d always wanted.

  No, we wouldn’t be making love, and it wouldn’t be the special event that I’d always envisioned, but I could scratch him off of my bucket list, and hopefully leave his memory in the past where it belonged.

  His eyes were everywhere, watching the other girls kiss, finger each other, and everything else, so I leaned close and pulled the veil over my mouth back. I kept my head down, so that even if he did look my way, he wouldn’t be able to see my newly exposed face.

  I pressed my lips to his throat, just below his ear, licking my way along his jawline. Pausing below his full bottom lip, I nipped his chin, then, without raising my eyes, I did what I’d been wanting to do since he walked through that door.

  I kissed him.

  Now, I wasn’t sure if this was against his rules, or if he’d toss me off of him, offended that I took such liberties, but I didn’t care. I’d take whatever came, I just had to taste him.

  Jax didn’t do either of those things, instead, his lips parted beneath mine, and his tongue jutted out. Taking over, his hand came to the back of my head and pulled me in, deepening the kiss.

  It was everything I remembered, yet, more…

  Hot, wet, spicy with a side of the forbidden, Jax devoured me as I devoured him. I was instantly wet, need thrumming through my body, so I opened my legs and rubbed my pussy against his leg, eager for relief.

  “So fucking hot,” Jax murmured as he broke away.

  I kept my head down and let my cover fall back over my face, before bringing my eyes up to see him watching me, eyes dark and hooded.

  I felt Citrine stroking his cock, and I reached down and slapped her hand away. She grunted in protest, but I ignored her. That cock was mine, and if anyone was going to fuck Jax in that room tonight, it was going to be me.

  Jax grinned, and I knew he’d caught my possessive display, but I didn’t care. I had one objective, and I was going to do whatever I had to in order to make it happen.

  My hand fisted over his cock and I began jerking him off, pressure hard, and my moves insistent. Jax’s eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back, so I lowered my hand to cup his balls, rolling them in the way I knew was sure to get him off.

  Rather than tease him any further, I threw my leg over the side, straddling him, even as Citrine gasped in protest.

  Jax’s eyes flew open when I positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, breasts heaving and pulse pounding as the women on the bed all moved in closer, like a pack of slithering snakes eager to feed.

  I ignored their hands and lips, all coming to Jax’s body, eager to participate in giving him pleasure.

  I kept my eyes locked on his, doing my best to pretend it was just the two of us, as I lowered slowly, taking him in inch by inch.

  With a moan, I seated myself, taking all of him in, my hands resting on his carved chest. Jax’s hands came to my hips, then moved up to cup my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipples, and I started to move.

  I closed my eyes, the sounds in the room becoming more prominent.

  Jax’s moans. The sucking, smacking, and groans of the women worshiping the altar he made. And my own breathy pants as I rode him, chasing my building release. I licked my fingers, then reached around and cupped his balls again, this time leaving a finger free to find the puckered entrance to his ass and ease it slowly inside.

  “Fuck,” Jax said and surged up until his was sitting, hands back on my hips to keep me in place.

  His face was so close, I was sure he’d be able to look into my eyes and know who I was. How could he not? I knew how to please him, and the sounds he made were as familiar to me as my own, how could he not know me the same way?

  “I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry,” he said, but before I could freeze at the echo of words he’d said to me when I was seventeen years old, I was pulled off him and turned around.

  “Hands on the headboard,” Jax said, pulling my ass back toward him.

  I’d barely grabbed a hold when he reared back and slammed inside of me.

  “Holy Shit,” I managed as I held on.

  I heard him say, “Suck her tits… Finger my ass… and get each other off,” but I had no idea who he was directing to do what, all I could do was feel.

  A small, hot mouth sucked on my nipple, as Jax pounded me. It was all I could do to hold on as the pressure began to build.

  “Oh, God,” I cried. “Please.”

  The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

  I felt Jax lean further into me as he fucked me, then his fingers were on my clit, and I ground back, circling my hips as I searched for my release.

  “That’s right, take it,” Jax said, and as I fell over the edge, my pussy throbbing and clenching, I heard him shout and begin to pound harder. His thrusts slowed and became more deliberate as he milked his orgasm for all it was worth.

  I could have sworn I felt him drop a kiss on the back of my shoulder, then I felt him pull out and shift off of the bed.

  Dropping my hands, I turned to sit on my bottom, my knees coming up to cover my breasts as I struggled to catch my breath.

  I watched as he handed the used condom to one of the girls, who must have been used to that kind of thing, because she disappeared around behind one of the curtains to discard it. Then he picked up his clothes and began getting dressed.

  Just then, a knock sounded at the door again.

  “Sorry, ladies, that’s my cue,” Jax said as he quickly buttoned his shirt back up. “Thanks for a lovely evening.”

  I would have snorted at his casual take on what had occurred in this room, if I hadn’t been a swirling mass of confusion.

  Was that it?

  Chapter 8

  As I watched Jax walk out, feelings of regret started sneaking in, and I suddenly needed to get the hell out of there.

  What the hell had I done?

  Got ate out by my best friend, had anonymous sex with my ex-boyfriend, while a group of women participated… all without one drop of alcohol or illegal substance to blame.

  I picked up my pretty green lingerie, using it to cover myself as I rushed out of the room and into the dressing room.

  I’d just finished taking off my headdress when Kyrie stepped inside.

  “Are you okay, Scar?” she asked softly, and I could see that she was worried. Not just about me and my reaction to what went down with Jax, but about what this could mean for our friendship.

  “I will be,” I promised, then asked, “Could we just agree to never speak of this night again?”

  Kyrie’s smile was relieved when she replied, “I promise.”

  “Thanks,” I said, then turned to wipe all of the makeup off of my face.

  Once I was comfortably in my own clothes, face clean and hair pulled back, I turned to Kyrie and said, “I’m going to head home. Talk to you later?”

  “Sure,” she replied, then set down her brush and said, “Oh, you ran out of there so quick that you didn’t hear, the client left bonuses for all of us girls, they’re with the hostess. You can grab yours on the way out.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I said, wondering if it was normal to get a bonus when we were already being paid so much just for participating in the scene.

  I knocked on the hostess’s door, which was right by the exit, and walked inside w
hen she called for me to enter.

  “Which scene?” she asked without looking up from the paperwork before her.

  “Uh, harem.”

  “Color?”

  “Emerald green.”

  The hostess picked up the envelope that said, green, and thrust it toward me, still without looking up.

  “Thanks,” I said, then got the hell out of there.

  Once I was safely in my car, Adele’s soothing voice surrounding me, I opened the envelope and looked inside.

  There was a folded white piece of paper inside, and when I pulled it out, I saw that it was wrapped around a stack of one hundred dollar bills. I didn’t bother to count the money, instead, I frantically pulled the paper out and opened it, desperate to see if there was anything written on it.

  1400 Central Square. Noon tomorrow.

  I clutched the paper in my hand as I stared unseeing out the windshield.

  Did he know who I was, or was he only interested in learning more about the woman in green?

  Should I ignore his note and let what happened remain a memory I could hold on to forever, or should I go to Jax and tell him that it was me all along?

  My eyes filled with tears as the questions flitted through my mind. I’d loved Jax, with all of my heart, and he’d left me behind without a word.

  Should I go there to confront him and find out what happened all those years ago, or just let it go and move on?

  I didn’t know what the right thing to do was so I decided to go home, have an enormous glass of wine, and sleep on it.

  Maybe the morning would bring clarity, and I would know whether to go to Jax, or to let the events that occurred that night remain a secret.

  Ellie Wade

  Chapter One

  I know right from wrong. Since my earliest memories -back when bouncy pigtails, a poufy dress, ruffled socks and black Mary Janes were my daily uniform—I could distinguish between the two. My hard working father and perfectly put-together mother made sure of it. I was raised to be a lady, a class-act, someone my parents could be proud of.