Candy Ever After (Hot Candy Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  Candy Ever After

  or, Tapping Joel’s Virgin Ass

  (Hot Candy 2)

  By Jo Raven

  Jo Raven

  Copyright © Jo Raven 2017

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Cover art: RBA Designs | Romantic Book Affairs (http://www.rbadesigns.com)

  “Candy, why is your bed so big?”

  “… to fit my two boyfriends when we snuggle together at night.”

  Only that’s my father asking, staring at the bed in question.

  Oops.

  So yeah. Unruly Jethro and cocky Joel are now officially my boyfriends. My Candy Boys. I moved in with them, and I expected things to be tense, awkward. I was wrong. This feels so right, and well, hot. These boys are SO hot.

  But with college starting, Jethro returning to work at the bookshop, and Joel planning to start his own business, everything’s shifting. Not to forget the fact that Joel still hasn’t confronted his parents about our relationship, that Jethro is still recovering from his dad’s brutal attack, and that I feel insecure, well…

  Wait a sec. Insecure? Come on, Candy. That’s BS. These boys love you.

  Yeah, I know. The boys and me, we’re solid. However, doubt still lingers. I mean, Joel’s parents hate each other. Jethro’s dad killed his mom, for chrissakes—and my mom has acquired a sudden interest in sex toys and escort services.

  So I wonder if true love really exists. Love that doesn’t fade over time. You know, the kind that withstands nightmares and bad jokes, unwashed dishes in the sink and lack of lube.

  Yeah, that happened.

  These boys own me. They’re sweet, sexy and caring—but will they break my heart, or is this our happily ever after?

  Warning: This is NOT a standalone novel. It is the epilogue to Candy Boys. You need to read Candy Boys before you read Candy Ever After.

  But you’re in luck:

  BONUS NOVEL! For a limited time, as a thanks to my readers, I have included Candy Boys (Hot Candy 1) inside this book in case you haven’t read it or would like to read it again before you start on the sequel—only for a limited time.

  Note that while both books are novel length, Candy Ever After is half the length of Candy Boys, which means you will reach its end at about thirty per cent as marked on your ereader.

  As with Candy Boys, this book contains dubious humor, boy torture, and lots of hot sex including threesomes, boy-on-boy sex and use of sex toys. You have been warned! Now go forth and have fun.

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  Table of Contents

  Front Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Candy Boys Front Page

  PART I

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  PART II

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  PART III

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  JO SAYS…

  AUTHOR BIO

  Chapter One

  Candy

  “Are you ready?” J-One asks.

  “What for?” I glance at J-Two who’s giving me a knowing grin.

  “Our Happy Ending,” they say in unison.

  The door flies open, revealing a trio of Mariachis in huge sombreros, guitars at the ready, mouths open to launch into song.

  (Candy’s Note: Are the Mariachis too much?)

  From Candy Ever After (Unpublished epilogue to the serial Candy Boys)

  “This bed’s pretty big,” my dad says, looking into our bedroom.

  “Humongous,” I agree.

  Notice the “our.” Our bedroom. No more separate beds. No more separate living arrangements. This is it. Me and the boys, we’re a thing. A trio. In a relationship.

  Status: hot.

  “Lots of space to stretch out,” my dad says, awe in his voice. He leans further in, one hand on the doorjamb. “Your mom and I should get a bed like that. Hey, I didn’t know you liked dark sheets.”

  “I don’t. The boys do.”

  “You let your roommates choose your sheets?”

  Okay, I’m starting to think that dear old dad is out of the loop, but like, completely. Looks like my mom forgot to tell him about the changes in my life. The new relationship status.

  Or anything at all. I have been keeping her updated on the major landmarks of my life—up to and including finding Joel and Jethro and the difficulties we faced until we figured out we three want each other and are serious about it—but my dad’s next comment confirms my fears.

  “I bet you got the best bedroom, Candace. Let’s see…” He peeks into the next room, eager like a child. “Ah, this is a storeroom. Just how many rooms does this apartment have? Where are the other bedrooms?”

  Dad is an accountant in a big law firm. He has worked there all his life—okay, that makes him sound old, when he’s in fact all of fifty years. He looks and sounds like an old man, though. Set in his ways. Doesn’t like changes and breaking his habits. I mean, he can ooh and aah over something new he sees or reads about, and it’s cute, but his fascination quickly passes.

  I push my brand new pink-rimmed glasses up my nose. “Dad, Joel and Jethro are my boyfriends. We, uh, we sleep together.”

  And why is that so hard to say? I’m a grown woman, and it’s not like I invited him to look into our bedroom or anything.

  But he’s my dad. My palms are so sweaty I could jack Joel and Jet off without need for lube.

  Aaaaaand… not the sort of thing I’m comfortable thinking in front of my time-honored progenitors.

  Speaking of whom, my mom wanders closer, a huge smile on her face. “I bet the storeroom is for all the sex toys they use. And the bed is for wild, uninhibited sex. A threesome, Donny. Our daughter has a healthy sex life.” Her expression turns tragic. “Unlike us.”


  Oh GOD. “Mom, stop.”

  Forget the slick on my palms. My face is burning with embarrassment. I wonder if I can hide under the much discussed bed until my parents leave.

  “Where are your boyfriends, anyway?” Mom brushes shiny blond hair from her face. She’s my dad’s age but looks much younger. She keeps her figure trim with diets and the gym, and she’d look like my older sister, except… huh. What’s with the short skirt, fishnet stockings and plunging neckline? That’s new. “I was hoping to meet them.”

  She peeks into the bathroom, then tiptoes inside and checks inside the shower stall, as if expecting J and J to be hiding behind the shower curtain.

  “Um. They haven’t come home yet.”

  “It’s Sunday.” Mom shoots me a wounded why-are-you-lying-to-me look. “They don’t work today.”

  I swear, sometimes she’s worse than Brylee.

  “They went running, Mom. They often train together.” And they’ve invited me, too, plenty of times, and now I wish I had gone with.

  Hey, I’m not hardcore about sports. In fact, that’s an understatement. On a scale of one to ten, I’m a solid zero. Oh sure, I let Brylee wear me down occasionally and drag me to the gym for some torture. But I don’t enjoy it.

  There is one sport I enjoy, though, and it takes place here at home. Joel says sex is good aerobic exercise, and he should know—as we’ve done it on the huge bed, in the shower, on the sofa, on the carpet…

  And now my breasts are tingling, my nipples hardening and my pussy clenching at the memory of all the sex I’ve had with the boys in this apartment.

  So frigging weird to have my parents here. This place has been my sexual fantasy sanctuary, the world I share with my lovers. Sure, Brylee has been here, but otherwise, it has always been easy to close the door and lock the world outside, with their opinions and prejudices and ideas of how things should be.

  I sometimes forget that not every girl has two sexy hunks waiting for her at home, pleasuring her—and each other—every night, and taking care of her.

  Of me. They take care of me, and I of them. We look after each other. Cooking, washing, talking, playing, studying. Healing each other. Planning a life together.

  I mean, Brylee was shocked at first, and she’s my bestie. Wasn’t always. I thought she was stuffy and conservative, but she proved to be my one real friend when things got tough. She stood by me when I cried my eyes out, thinking I’d never be with the boys, or later, when Jethro was in the hospital.

  She’s good friends with them now, too. I think she’s opening up to the threesome idea. Slowly.

  Very slowly.

  Anyway, things change, people change, and Brylee is very happy for us.

  Not so the whole wide world, a detail I often forget, happy as a bug in a rug, secure in my rosy little bubble.

  “Hey, Mom, why don’t you go to your hotel, freshen up… We could meet later for a coffee.” I try to shoo my mom away from the bathroom and bedroom, because, well, she wasn’t so far off the mark about the sex toys. Jet already had a collection when I moved in, and he and Joel have been expanding it—focusing more on me and what would make me come harder.

  The experiments have been successful so far and most toys see repeat performances.

  Also, I never noticed how much I think about sex when my parents are not around. Apparently it’s all the time. Is this normal? I thought only guys were like that.

  Help! Living with my guys has turned me into a nympho.

  “Oh, nonsense. We’re not tired. We can wait, right, Donny?” Mom moves on to the kitchen, checking out the leftovers of a quick breakfast I shared with my boys before they headed out for their run—and I have to look away at the memory of what we did in the middle of having that breakfast.

  The memory of them spreading me on the kitchen table and eating me out, then Jethro fucking me while Joel watched and directed us while jacking off, his hand moving slowly over his big, hard cock, leaning against the counter…

  God…

  “This is a nice, airy apartment,” my mom says, as if she’s thinking about renting the place, and returns to the living room where she proceeds to take over the sofa, putting her legs up on it and grabbing some of the magazines from the table beside to leaf through.

  Those are Jet’s magazines about art design, and I have this insane desire to rip them out of her hands and push her legs off the sofa.

  How dare she invade our space so casually, like it doesn’t matter? She has no idea how hard I worked to get through Jet’s walls, and through Joel’s insecurity about his sexuality.

  About how I had to chip at their armor bit by bit, until I found out that Jet can draw like whoa, and Joel is a history buff and is writing the script for a comic they have been working on together. That Joel likes to cook, and Jet has some dyslexia but is getting better and has started to like books. We have been reading Harry Potter together and it’s great fun.

  Like Joel is so protective, and likes to be in control in bed, going as far as to direct us because that seriously gets him off—and Jethro likes to be overpowered and really loves taking it up the a—

  “Mind if I take a banana?” my dad asks from the kitchen and I sit down on the edge of the coffee table, feeling slightly faint.

  “Sure.” My face is burning. I bet it’s crimson. My eye catches on the book of banana recipes Joel bought for Jet, initiating our first face-to-face meeting, and my mind veers right back to sex.

  Oh God.

  Stop thinking about sex, Candy. Stop thinking about bananas, and phallic objects in general. Not the best moment.

  “How come you have two guys as roommates?” Dad wanders back into the living room, banana in hand. “I thought girls like to cohabit with girls, as a rule.”

  I open my mouth, not even sure what to say to set things right, since my first attempt seems to have fallen on deaf ears, when Mom puts down the magazines she’s been thumbing through with more force than necessary.

  “Jesus, Donny. I told you she has two boyfriends now. Boyfriends! It’s the new thing. We women need that. We can’t get enough satisfaction.”

  “Isn’t that a song?” my dad says, but he’s frowning now.

  “It’s not a song!” Mom throws back her hair, and I step between them before she decides to put on a dramatic—and orgasmic—performance for his sake.

  “Okay, peace out, guys.” I lift my hands. “Mom, take a deep breath and hold it, counting backward from one hundred.”

  “What? I’ll suffocate!”

  “You won’t know until you give it a try, will you?”

  “Candace, is it true? You have two boyfriends?” Dad’s expression is mostly confusion, with a dash of concern. “Why on earth would you need two?”

  Is it too early to start drinking? I mean, it must be night time in Australia, and I need something strong to get me through this visit.

  I open my mouth again.

  “For sex!” Mom wails. “She wants good sex and one man is not enough. That’s what I’ve been telling you all along. We women need more sex. Candy needs more sex.”

  Not really. I…

  The sound of the key turning in the lock distracts me. The apartment door opens, and my two boyfriends walk in—with my mom’s words still echoing in the room.

  Joel and Jet share a quick, bemused look.

  Then Jet says, “Hell yeah to having more sex with Candy, but who the fuck are you?”

  Ow. Shit.

  ***

  “We weren’t expecting you,” Joel says stiffly, shaking my dad’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Riley.”

  I stand there as Joel smooths things over and lick my lips, staring at the way sweat molds his T-shirt to his hard chest and broad shoulders. There’s a tinge of red on his cheeks, from running and the cold air outside, and God, those sports leggings cling to his muscular ass and thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

  I fight to tear my gaze away.

  It’s a losing battle
.

  Until Jet steps closer, extending his hand to my mom and giving her a rueful smirk. “Mrs. Riley.”

  Joel is a hot male specimen, but Jet is one panty-melting piece of eye-candy with his spiky dark hair and smoldering gaze. He may not have Joel’s presence, but he makes up for it with the insolent tilt of his head and the smokiness of his voice. Not that his ass is any less spectacular in those black sports tights.

  Mom takes his hand, her jaw kind of slack, her eyes glazing over. “Hello,” she whispers, her voice breathy.

  Ha. Bullseye. Struck by the dangerous, wild Jethro charm. I knew this would happen.

  Then Joel moves in, stretching out his hand at her, and her dreamy gaze moves to him and lingers.

  Yup. Joel is dangerous, too, with his rock star looks, the dark hair that keeps falling in his bright blue eyes and his megawatt smile.

  My boyfriends are devastatingly attractive, even if I’m the one saying it. I did fall in unbearable lust with them, before I fell in love. It’s common for girls, and often men, too, to be left staring after them on the street. Nothing unusual there, and I’ve been trying not to think about it. After all, they don’t flirt with other girls, or men. It’s me they look at, me they come home to.

  However, this is my mom, and it’s weird and awkward, and I feel like screaming.

  Then I catch Jet rubbing his temple, and I realize I’m not the only one stressed by the situation. Jet gets headaches when he’s under pressure.

  Shit.

  “I think the guys would like to shower and change,” I say, shooting a meaningful glance at Joel, and then shooing him with my hand when he stares blankly back at me. “They’re dying to shower and change, right, guys? We can talk later, Mom.”

  “Oh, fine.” She smiles at the boys as Joel finally moves and starts herding Jet toward the bathroom. “Good plan. Then we can talk about the sex toys I bought. Amazing stuff. You guys use sex toys, right?”

  Um.

  I hope the guys closed the living room door on their way out.