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by Leigh Ellwood


  If Alan had indeed come from another universe, why not share the news with her?

  You know why. She shook her head. Yes, she would have dropped him as quickly as her agent had dropped her when her marketability in the business tanked.

  “He had hoped to take you back with him, but he was killed before that could happen,” Kray said mournfully. “His family barely managed to close his affairs here before anyone became suspicious. When I heard the stories and saw the film” -- Kray raised his chin at this -- “I knew my grandfather would still have wanted you to cross over and enjoy a better life.”

  Dina snorted. Right. She wanted to live in an alternative timeline playing Hollywood has-been to a whole new population of sci-fi fanatics, while spouting tired one-liners on The Alternate Hollywood Squares.

  “Hear me out, Dina.” Kray’s voice darkened. “You have no idea how popular your film is in my world.”

  “What?” She felt the heat of both men closing in on her. Somewhere in the course of conversation, Lane’s hand had sought out the sensitive flesh under her arm, and he massaged her. Kray’s fingers glided up and down her thigh.

  “Everything you hoped for in your career, you can still have; it’s not too late,” Kray whispered in her ear, then flicked the lobe with his tongue. “You’ll star in movies, be adored everywhere you go.”

  “Best of all,” Lane added in her other ear, “you’ll have us to love you every night.” His breath was warm in her ear. The sensation prickled her skin and stiffened her nipples. There, too, was that familiar ache in her pussy. Dina’s senses swam as she grasped hold of the bed’s edge and tried to stand.

  “No.” The concept, of course, was heavenly. To have the successful career, her name above the title, a closet full of awards, had been her dream. To come home every night to two waiting cocks, well, that surpassed any dream script handed her way. She knew, however, no matter how serious these two sounded that it couldn’t be true. To drag poor Alan’s name into their deceit only hurt more.

  She was tired, disappointed, frustrated, and horny. She wanted to believe she had slipped into an episode of Mission: Jupiter, but would be happy instead to just crawl back to her hotel room and drink away the memory of having her pussy filled with a pair of divine rods. “I-I’m sorry,” she murmured, and dived for the door. “This is just…too much…”

  “Dina, no!”

  She couldn’t tell which one had shouted after her. Stumbling in a heartbroken daze, she kept her eye trained on the door, then the hallway and the bank of elevators. No footsteps followed her; no sharp rapping on her hotel door invaded her sheltered privacy as she slipped into the warmth of her own bed and closed her teary eyes in vain.

  * * * * *

  “Let her go, Lane.” Kray kept his grip across his lover’s chest, finding it more impossible to do as the other man fought the restraint.

  “We’ll lose her.”

  “We won’t. She’s not going anywhere,” Kray said. “More than likely she’ll have extra security at the Q&A panel tomorrow in case we show up, and we will.” He felt relieved to see Lane’s reserve melt with the simple optimism in his statement. “I know enough about Dina through Grandfather to know that she never backs away from a commitment, no matter how strange the circumstances become.”

  “She certainly high-tailed it out of here,” Lane said with a strained laugh.

  “We’ll get her back, don’t worry. Think of this as another Mission: Jupiter episode. The mission is never complete until the last scene. We have time.”

  Lane eased back on the rumpled bed, his cock resting on his abdomen. He teased Kray with a few gentle strokes to his shaft. “You sound as though you already have a plan.”

  “I do.” Kray knelt between Lane’s legs and reached forward to cup the other man’s balls. “You know what Mayda Moran always said on that show: ‘Never go into battle without a Plan C.’ I certainly have that, and because I had the forethought to plan ahead, I now have the time to do this.”

  He dipped his head forward and took Lane’s cock into his mouth, tasting Lane and Dina together, as he knew was meant to be.

  Chapter Six

  She would take two more questions from these numskulls, then check out of the hotel and get the hell out of here. Never mind that she still had two hours of autographing to do, and that her room was paid for through the next morning, and that Jenna would be miffed, and that her flight didn’t leave for another three hours after the hotel’s checkout time. Dina was ready to go home now.

  She hadn’t minded before the mild annoyances of answering the same questions about Mission: Jupiter con after con after con, but the knowledge that she probably wouldn’t be getting any divine fan cock afterward had taken the zest out of today’s planned activities.

  Should a strapping young man with the qualifications to audition cross her path today, she wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. Kray and Lane had ruined convention sex for her. They had been so wonderful, fucking and sucking her to new heights of ecstasy, but they’d had to spoil everything by turning insane. She knew she had been putting herself at risk in the first place by offering strangers the opportunity to bed her, but last night’s experience cemented what she had to grudgingly accept: auditions were officially closed for good.

  Head propped on her palm as her elbow slid slightly underneath the weight, she listened halfheartedly to a co-panelist reminisce about a scene he and Dina had flubbed twenty-odd years ago. The crowd chuckled along, clearly understanding more of the story than she did. She couldn’t recall the man’s face from the sea of extras and bit actors who had passed through the Mission: Jupiter set. It stood to reason that his career had met a worse fate than her own.

  The panel’s moderator called for calm and announced one last question to be directed at her. Dina straightened to attention as hands shot up throughout the small auditorium. She hoped for something simple. She didn’t feel like straining to recall details of specific episodes so these guys could settle bets. All she could think about was Kray’s cock throbbing in her pussy and Lane’s silken shaft sliding past her lips.

  All she could think about was how badly she wanted more.

  “Okay, I see a hand in the back,” the moderator was saying. “You, sir, in the black, come on up to the mic, please.”

  From the shadows of the auditorium, a tall figure with shocking blond hair emerged. Dina felt her pulse explode as Kray stepped up to the microphone planted several feet before the stage. She wanted to run; she wanted to stay; she wanted the ache in her pussy to subside. She did nothing -- could do nothing -- but watch Kray watch her with an intensity that set her loins on fire.

  His words were confident, unlike the other conventioneers who had stumbled over their questions. “Ms. Joseph, I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed your performance in The Regal Plot, and I was wondering why you hadn’t pursued more films after that.”

  His knowing smile tested her, taunted her. He knew the answer already. Dina imagined much of the audience did as well, but rather than let herself be shaken by a perceived veiled jab, Dina held her head high and smiled sweetly.

  She could still see him naked, his cock like a mast, aching to be inside her.

  “Though I enjoyed making The Regal Plot, I decided not long afterward that film was not for me. I preferred the more flexible schedule television work offers, so after Mission: Jupiter ended, I tried to focus on more roles for the small screen.” What a lie that was. “I feel I made the right decision for myself.”

  “But given the chance, say you were offered the film role of a lifetime…the next Scarlett O’Hara,” Kray challenged, “would you reconsider?”

  “Uh, sir,” the moderator broke in, “you asked your question…”

  “I did, and I want an answer.” Kray was bold, and held his gaze to Dina’s with a strength she swore shortened the distance between them. “Would you reconsider, Ms. Joseph?”

  “I would, provided I felt the role was right for me,�
� she said evenly. The rippled murmur of a hundred conventioneers barely fazed her, as did the gruff, nervous ahem from her co-panelist. She saw only Kray in the room, clearly offering her a role in his delusion. “Mind you, though, I couldn’t take any role in film or television if I felt the story was not genuine.”

  “How about a love triangle story, with a happy ending for all involved?” Kray had the audience’s awed attention. Something about the confidence in his stance and voice kept all eyes on him. Nobody seemed perturbed he was monopolizing the session. Even the moderator returned to his seat, as if bidden there by a spell. “Would you consider a role like that, Ms. Joseph?”

  A love triangle…each participant latched to a lover, sucking a cock or licking a pussy. Yes, that she could do again. “It’s not implausible; I might consider.”

  “Okay, say this love triangle is set in an alternate universe, and two members are not considered human. What then?”

  This brought the room to life. A hundred different conversations, the participants pondering the logistics of such a plot, rumbled like distant thunder. Dina watched Kray watch her for a reaction and smiled.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I’d have to read the script, and see the set.”

  Kray smiled back. “Very well.” Without further pretense, he closed his eyes and raised one hand over his head. His mouth twitched in what looked like a silent incantation, and the curious rumblings of the audience spiked with shock when Kray’s fingers seemed to grasp the air as one would crumple cloth. Dina gasped when she saw the air above Kray ripple in his fist and tear away.

  Shock washed over the auditorium. Cell phone cameras held aloft captured every moment. A lone voice wondered aloud if this was part of the show. Mute from her own shock, Dina couldn’t answer.

  He was actually doing it. Kray was actually creating a tear in the time continuum. There actually was a time continuum, just like the one explained in the Mission: Jupiter episode earlier in the session, the one in which she had flubbed lines with her co-panelist…

  Dina blinked and put a hand to her mouth. That episode had been written by Alan Widmark.

  * * * * *

  This, she would have to believe. The look on her face was evidence enough that she was nearly there.

  Kray now stood next to a vertical slit from which she could clearly see another place -- a park blanketed in bright green grass in the foreground of an impressive, futuristic skyline. This was Toronto in Kray’s world.

  He peered through the slit, and a smile split his face as Lane approached from their home world to view Kray’s side of the continuum. Lane’s appearance caused another wave of excitement among the stunned crowd, Dina included. Kray was happy to see, though, that she was more pleased than upset.

  “Here we have your set, Ms. Joseph, and your two costars.” Kray gestured to the slit, then to Lane. “Your motivation for every scene would be the knowledge that in this universe, you are admired for your lone film role and that your fans are dying for more work. You have the love of two men who want to see these dreams come true for you. I ask you again, would you reconsider?”

  Dina was silent, and stealthy. Kray didn’t hear the scraping of her chair against the floor for the pounding in his ears. He couldn’t breathe in her scent as she approached for the catch in his throat. Even tired from an obvious lack of sleep, she was still beautiful, more so when she stopped at his side and regarded Lane with a radiant smile.

  “It is real,” she whispered, awed. “Am I dreaming?”

  “I’m dreaming, Dina,” Kray told her. “I’ve dreamed of this moment of years. I’ve dreamed the same thing every man in this room has dreamed, and if you cross this threshold with me, everything you have dreamed will come true. We promise you that.” He winked at Lane.

  Dina touched his shoulder. Kray felt his cock twitch in response.

  “It’s beautiful there,” she said.

  “It is,” Lane said. “It’s home. It’s your reality.”

  “Home,” Dina said.

  The word fit perfectly. Kray relished her reaction, and ached all the more. He had to get her across now, and make love with her and Lane. If they made it past the park, he would be showing great restraint.

  “I’d consider this role,” she said finally, looking at Kray slyly, “if a sequel were guaranteed.”

  “My lady, that is definitely something we can work out in the contract negotiations.” Kray offered her his hand and guided Dina home to a crescendo of whistles and cheers from the audience. Looping an arm through those of her two men, Dina walked farther into the new world as the slit in the continuum quickly sealed shut. Kray noticed she hadn’t looked back. Mayda Moran was left behind, but Dina Joseph was here now, and here she would stay and live out her new role.

  The background of the crowd’s encouragement faded into silence as the veil between the two realities sealed shut. The trio walked to a nearby tree, Kray helped Dina to a cross-legged sitting position against the sturdy, thick trunk.

  “Here?” she questioned, looking around the open space. In the park, people dressed similarly to Kray and Lane strolled down gravel paths, while other couples rolled and kissed in the grass, oblivious to prying stares. Kray watched her reaction, and the slow smile brightening her face as she quickly realized that nobody glared or disapproved of the public displays of affection.

  “I’m going to like it here,” she said.

  “I know,” Kray agreed.

  “So,” she said as each man lowered on either side of her, “shall we begin a dress rehearsal now?”

  “Dress?” Lane arched an eyebrow. “I was hoping for the opposite.”

  About the Author

  Leigh Ellwood writes spicy romances and sassy mysteries. She is the creator of the award-winning Dareville series, and has authored numerous shorts and novels. Readers are invited to visit her website for more information on Leigh’s books.

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  Also by Leigh Ellwood

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  Sheer Bliss

  Pure Bliss

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  Coming Together: Girl on Girl

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  M-Squared

  She Loves Me

  Enter Sandman

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  and many more…

  Leading Lady copyright 2008-13 by Leigh Ellwood

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