The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  Mattie’s eyes are practically popping out of their sockets now.

  “Did Kade tell you he was bisexual before you decided to meet up with him? And how did that happen, anyway? I’m so confused.”

  I take a deep breath.

  “Well, I went to Kade’s room to talk to him about being my pretend boyfriend, and he said he would do it on the condition that I come by later.”

  Mattie’s eyes bug out of her head.

  “Okay,” she says slowly. “But he just wanted you to stop by for a chat, right?”

  I blush.

  “Sort of. I kind of suspected it would be something more.”

  Mattie nods furiously.

  “Okay, go on. I swear, Jane, I never would have expected this.”

  I smile deviously.

  “I know, right? So I went up to his room last night –”

  Mattie interrupts before I can finish.

  “And you found him doing the deed with his lover, right?” she asks. “Two men becoming one? That kind of thing?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, actually. When I got there it was just me and Kade. We started making out and ended up on the bed and it was sooo nice. But then he was going down on me, and I opened my eyes mid-way to see another perfect specimen of a man helping him in the act.” Mattie nearly chokes on her scrambled eggs.

  “Holy shit,” she breathes. “That’s bold as fuck!”

  “Right?” I whisper. “So, I was shocked, obviously, and I realize I probably should have been a little irritated that I wasn’t warned beforehand, but it was so hot I had to let it continue. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” I breathe out an exhale from my lips, feeling the need to take a cold shower.

  “I’m kind of in shock myself,” Mattie admits. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time,” she jokes, hand pressed to her chest in dramatic fashion.

  “For me to have a threesome?” I ask in return, the joke clear in my tone and the tilt of my head. Mattie rolls her eyes at me as she stands to clear away her breakfast and refresh her coffee. I do the same as we head to the conference side by side.

  When we are coming up on my booth, I feel a hand wrap around my hip and turn my head to find Kade smiling at me. He’s godawful handsome with his tanned skin, black hair brushed back from his high forehead, and gleaming blue eyes. Right now, they’re dancing with knowledge, and I know exactly why.

  I smile at him as a blush covers my face. It feels as though I’ve been flushing more than ever recently, so I dip my head to hide it. A thick finger pushes beneath my chin to raise my face as Kade leans in for a slow kiss.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he drawls as he draws back from the kiss.

  “Hi,” I whisper, unable to vocalize anything else at this point.

  “Hey, Kade,” comes Mattie’s confident greeting. I can hear the smirk in her voice. I roll my eyes with a small smile, knowing she’s biting her cheeks to keep herself from saying something to embarrass me.

  “Mattie, nice to see you again,” Kade says politely with a nod, glancing briefly in her direction. He looks back to me with a grin and says in a low voice, “You look gorgeous.”

  I have to clear my throat, still unused to such affections from a man like Kade.

  “Thank you,” I smile with more confidence. “Are you ready for a day of adoring fans?”

  “I’m always ready for adoration,” he says cockily. I can’t help but laugh. He seems to beam in response.

  When we finally reach the booth, Kade releases my hip and leaves my side with a wink. I watch as he stands in front of the booth, looking every bit like the Greek God that he is. Women flock to him and to the booth, and although I stay busy talking with fans and signing books, I can’t help but keep an eye on his huge form.

  Any woman that has spent time with Kade in the way that I did last night would be jealous of the astounding level of attention that he is getting. While he does a great job of interacting with every person that comes up to him, he also has a way of making me feel like he only has eyes for me.

  That thought alone has my brain in a whirlwind. It was only one night, plus Kade has Brandon. Brandon and Kade are together. Last night was so hot, but there’s no way they would have any interest in keeping this thing going. Right?

  I snap back to the present as I greet the next fan, making eye contact with Kade for a brief moment as I’m saying hi to the woman in front of me. It takes immense focus to pull my eyes from him, but I pay the fan the attention she deserves – I wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for people like her, so I make sure she knows how appreciated she is.

  The cycle continues and I work hard to keep my attention where it should be, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t slip up every so often. How can you not look at Kade? I find myself gazing again, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I do so.

  “You’re a lucky lady,” a voice comes from in front of me. Coming back to myself, I turn my eyes to the next person in line.

  “Oh, we’re-” I almost tell the truth – that we aren’t together. I almost forgot about the pretend boyfriend aspect of it all. Things are getting mixed up in my head at the realization. Is Kade putting on an act today? Was the kiss this morning for show? I try to remember if there were fans around that could have seen at that time. I clear my throat and quickly offer my thanks.

  “He’s really into you,” the fan continues with a beaming smile. “It’s such a fairy tale come true.”

  “Thank you. I feel the same way about him too,” I claim, smiling sincerely. I sign the book and catch Kade’s eye once more as she leaves the booth.

  Mattie comes up behind me after a few more books are signed.

  “We’re breaking for lunch soon. Then you’ve got another panel to sit in on.” I nod as I sign another book. The day has been busy – I know we owe a lot of the business to Kade’s presence.

  When there’s a brief lull in visitors to the booth, he turns to me with a smile.

  “You’re famous,” he grins even wider.

  “I’m not famous,” I laugh.

  “Between all the people that came to see you yesterday and the crowd you’ve got today, I think it’s safe to say you’re famous.” Kade nods seriously.

  “I think they mostly came to see you,” I challenge with a tilt of the head.

  Kade looks down at himself with a shrug, then looks back to me with a cocky grin.

  “That might be part of it,” he jokes.

  “Okay, enough flirting,” Mattie butts in. “I’m hungry. Let’s go find food.” I chuckle to myself and follow her down the hall, Kade’s hand finding its place on my hip once more.

  The flirty banter and touching along with last night’s bedroom activities and the deal we made has me so confused. It feels like he’s my real boyfriend, but at the same time I know he’s not. I shake my head firmly. I need to get a hold of myself, pronto. But then Kade turns towards me and smiles again, and I practically melt into a warm pool of butter. It’s so nice to be with him, and I’ll enjoy what this marvelous experience has to offer while it lasts.

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  Kade

  When the convention wraps up, I pull my phone from my pocket to see that Brandon has texted.

  Dinner? it reads.

  I quickly turn to Jane to ask if she’s interested. I’m hoping she will be willing to meet up with us tonight so that we can talk.

  “Sweetheart, are you hungry? My friend Brandon that you met last night wants to get some food,” I say, pretending that Jane and Brandon are only acquaintances. Of course, that’s technically true since they just met, but at the same time, he’s been inside her. That counts for something, right?

  I turn on my best charming smile knowing Jane won’t be able to resist. Watching her bite her lip in thought is far more distracting than I’d like to admit. She releases it before she speaks.

  “Mattie and I already made plans to go to that place across the street. Want to join us?” she murmurs. Ja
ne seems nervous to ask, so I step closer and place my hands on her hips, thumbs caressing the roundness of her belly.

  “Does she know?” I ask, referring to what happened between us last night.

  “Uh. Yeah. I mean, Yes. Is that okay?” The tremble to her voice is sweet, as though she is afraid I’ll be mad at her. I lean in to press a kiss to her temple. If anyone else had told my secret, I would be livid, but I can’t find it in myself to be anything but endeared by this woman.

  “Yes, that’s okay,” I assure her, drawing back to meet her eyes. “She’s your best friend, right?” Jane simply nods in confirmation. I smile and lift my phone between us to let Brandon know of our new plans.

  “Ready to go, Jane?” Mattie says from behind me. Jane takes a step back before replying to the question.

  “I think Kade and Brandon are going to come with us. Is that okay?”

  The look of excitement that crosses Mattie’s face is unashamed, but she is calm in her reply.

  “It’s totally fine. I can’t wait to meet this Brandon,” she says meaningfully, glancing between the two of us. When I place a hand low on Jane’s back to guide her to the exit, I catch Mattie winking in her direction. Knowing that Jane can be shy, I decide to pretend I don’t notice, but the grin can’t be wiped from my face.

  Brandon meets us for dinner not long after we arrive. I love how well Brandon and Jane interact with one another. Jane laughs at his jokes and his eyes sparkle at the sound of her giggles. I’m already imagining how life might be with the two of them in the future. They’re very cozy with one another, and there are heated sparks that pulse in the air between the three of us.

  When Brandon and I head to the bar for a drink, Mattie steals Jane for some work off to the side. That’s cool. My friend and I stand at the oak slab, taking advantage of this opportunity. How will we proposition Jane with our potential future relationship? Brandon orders a Rum & Coke and I’ve got a top shelf bourbon cradled between my hands.

  “Do you just want to ask?” Brandon says with a shrug. “Be upfront about it?”

  “I don’t think it’s the asking that’s the issue. It might be how much we should tell her. I don’t want to scare her off,” I admit.

  “After last night what could possibly scare her off?” Brandon brings up. I laugh.

  “Good point. We’ll just be casual about it, then,” I say. He nods in agreement.

  “Anything you want to try tonight?” A smile accompanies his question. I can’t help but grin in response.

  “I’m sure we can come up with something,” I say with a chuckle.

  Just then, a stereotypically pretty bartender interrupts the conversation.

  “Can I get you guys anything else?” she asks coyly. She’s wearing a leather vest with nothing underneath, and the tiny piece of fabric barely covers her large assets. Her eyes travel across Brandon’s arms and chest, then her gaze meets mine and she smiles. It’s a seductive kind of smile – one that most men would love. She probably gets a lot of guys to flirt with her. Maybe she even takes some home at the end of her shift. I turn my eyes to Brandon as he declines the refill and looks entirely unaffected by this woman.

  “Just the bill, thanks,” I say. I make sure my tone is completely professional. It’s a voice that I use with investors and franchisees at Muscle Nation. Her smile falters somewhat before she nods her head and walks to the register behind her.

  “I think you broke her heart,” Brandon says. I huff out a laugh.

  “I highly doubt one interaction had heartbreaking qualities.”

  “She’s probably going to cry in the bathroom after we leave,” he jokes.

  “That’s a little dramatic,” I say with a smile. “You know she’s not our type, anyway.” My voice is low and hard to hear over the din of the bar.

  Brandon nods curtly.

  “She’s not because she’s too scrawny,” he says in agreement. “Jane though,” he adds with a devious grin. “Now she’s definitely our type.” His smile is contagious, and I find myself trying to tamp down on my own as the waitress returns with the bill.

  After we’ve paid, we find ourselves in the elevator alone and it’s hard to keep my hands to myself. I’m excited for the future. Finding Jane seems like it was meant to be. Nibbling on Brandon’s chiseled jaw and ghosting hands across his toned shoulders in the confined space has the heat increasing. His quiet moans and the grip he has on my back has me growing hard in my pants.

  The elevator dings and we separate just before the doors open. In the room, it’s hard to hold back. Kisses grow more urgent, hands more insistent.

  “Wait, wait, wait,” Brandon breathes. My hands still. “We should wait for Jane to get here.” He’s right. It will be so much better when she’s with us. I place one more kiss on his panting mouth before stepping back, trailing my hands from his body.

  “You’re right,” I say aloud. “Good thinking.” Brandon nods.

  I cross to the mini bar for something to do while we wait. After choosing a beverage for myself and pouring one over ice for Brandon, we sip in relative silence. Heavy eye contact in conjunction with the alcohol makes the room seem stifling. I watch as Brandon licks a drop of rum from his lips, his tongue dragging slowly across his bottom lip.

  “It’s hot in here,” he says as he begins to unbutton the shirt he’s wearing. The white ribbed tank top beneath his shirt becomes more visible with every opened button, the thin fabric clinging to the defined muscle of his chest and torso. When his button down is hanging open from his shoulders, I stand from my leaning position against the desk.

  “Let me help you with that,” I say, crossing the room to reach for his shirt. I intentionally drag my fingertips across bare shoulders as I remove the shirt from his body, tossing the fabric in the corner. My hands nearly have a mind of their own as they return to his taut shoulders, kneading and rubbing at the firm muscle found there.

  I continue the massage for a few minutes before leaning over Brandon’s form and placing an open-mouthed kiss at the hinge of his jaw. I watch his Adam’s apple dip with a swallow as I raise up and return to my spot by the desk. Picking up my beverage, I take another deep drink, never losing eye contact with my lover. His lip becomes trapped between his teeth and I watch as his eyes grow darker, the blue nearly overtaken by the blackness of his pupil.

  “Jane can’t get here soon enough,” he rasps into the otherwise silent room.

  I nod my assent.

  “Impatient?” I tease.

  “Very,” he smirks. I smile in return.

  “It will be worth it,” I tell him. Brandon’s nod tells me he believes so, too.

  The room returns to silence. Then, the silence is broken by a quick, three pattern knock. Brandon and I smile at one another as he rises to answer the door. He swings it open to reveal the object of our affections, Jane herself. Beyond Brandon’s form, I can only make out the dark wash of her jeans and a hand smoothing over her upper thigh, as if she had to wipe the sweat from her palms.

  “Wow,” I hear Brandon say.

  “Hi,” Jane murmurs in return.

  They’re still standing in the doorway a moment later. “Are you going to let her in?” I ask, teasing.

  “Right. Come in, Jane,” Brandon chuckles. When he moves aside and Jane enters the room, I can see what held him up. Those voluptuous breasts are nearly on full display in her low-cut top, and the jeans she wears hug her hips perfectly.

  “Jane,” I say. “Thanks for coming.” She smiles at me, sincere and sassy all in one.

  “Of course,” she says in reply. “Being alone in my room didn’t seem like the best use of my time tonight,” she teases. Her confidence has me licking my lips, eyes traveling over her curvy form once more.

  Brandon smiles from behind her and I can’t help but to switch my gaze to him. I feel like a lucky man, standing here with a gorgeous, hungry man, and a lovely, generous woman. I wink at Brandon before returning my attention to Jane.

  “Woul
d you like a drink?” I ask courteously.

  “Please,” she says, tension seemingly leaving her shoulders.

  Remembering her order from the bar a couple of nights before, I pour her a glass of red wine before handing it over, placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth in the process. I watch as the blush travels up her chest and to her cheeks. She swirls the liquid in the glass before bringing it to her lips. My eyes never leave her face as her tongue works over the wine, savoring it as she swishes it in her mouth. When she finally swallows, her throat bobs and she hums in appreciation.

  “Wine connoisseur?” Brandon asks, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Jane laughs louder than intended, if her hand coming to cover her mouth is any indication.

  “Not so much. I just drink a lot of wine,” she admits with a cute smile. Brandon and I laugh.

  “Fair enough,” he says, his smile permanently stuck on his face.

  Jane plops down on the bed next to Brandon and looks at me.

  “What have you guys been up to?” she asks coyly.

  “Waiting for you,” I say, honestly.

  “That’s it?” she asks, reaching out to tug at Brandon’s jeans. He chuckles and glances at me.

  “Mostly.” Jane smiles at my vague answer, then switches her attention to Brandon as she raises an eyebrow. He caves under her knowing look.

  “There may have been a massage. And a kiss or two,” he admits. “But we did decide to wait for you.” Jane’s other brow rises to meet the other.

  “Well, that’s very kind of you,” she smiles and takes another sip from her glass.

  “But first, we want to talk,” I say in a firm tone, shooting a warning look at Brandon. My buddy looks disappointed, but gives a slight nod of his head. Meanwhile, Jane’s expression becomes something of confusion at my statement.

  “Oh, really?” she asks. “About what?”

  Little does the curvy girl know, but Brandon and I want to possess her in every way, shape and form. The only question is: does Jane want that too?

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