by Eileen Green
Brock helped himself to a cup of coffee while Skye had some decaffeinated tea while they waited. When Dwayne came out and greeted them, Skye and Brock took their drinks with them.
“How’s the pregnancy going?” he asked as he sat behind his desk.
Highlighted by the view of the city behind him, Skye had to admit she would miss some of the things about New York, but she was content to be in the penthouse in LA with her men. They used JC’s house more as a weekend getaway, but would most likely end up selling it in the future.
“It’s going well,” she responded. “JC will be finished with his tour about a month before the baby is due.”
“Do you know what it is yet?” her boss inquired as he shifted some papers around on his desk.
Skye chanced a glance at Brock. It had been a bone of contention with them.
“She has decided she doesn’t want to know. And, as long as it’s healthy, then we’ll be happy.” Brock was quick to pipe up.
“That’s good.” Dwayne looked at Skye. “Are you all packed up?”
“Yes. The movers came early this morning and the cleaning crew finished just a little while ago. The keys have been turned in and I’m all ready to permanently move to LA.” She was happy to start a new journey, but she never was expecting to be the boss.
As if Dwayne could read her mind, he leaned back in his chair and crossed one long leg over the other. “You deserve this, Skye. You’ve worked hard for where you are right now. You are my eyes and ears in LA and I really appreciate you accepting the position there.”
Six months ago, Skye had problems accepting compliments. Now, she could accept them and appreciate them.
“Um…” she began. “I want to thank you for having the confidence in me to push Brock and JC on me, Dwayne. I know that you saw something in me that I didn’t even see. I will cherish our friendship and you are always welcome at our family dinners.”
Dwayne was the one person at the dinner who admired her from afar but never attempted to play with her as others did. He respected her as a person, as she did him.
The man was uncomfortable with accepting compliments. Even though his complexion was dark, she could tell he blushed. His hands fidgeted together as his gaze slid away from hers.
“I wanted you to be happy, Skye. I knew you’d be happy in the lifestyle,” he said quickly before changing the subject. “Now, about your going away party…”
“What!” Skye exclaimed. “I don’t want a going away party!”
“I know you are on your way to see JC before the concert, but the department put together one before I could deter them. You’ll have to go down for a little bit at least.” Dwayne shrugged with his words. There was no getting around this.
After saying their goodbyes although Skye knew she would have to return occasionally, she and Brock made their way downstairs to her former cubicle. It had been cleaned out shortly after she transitioned to LA so it could be occupied by someone else, but she knew her box of belongings remained at Jeanette’s desk.
A banner greeted them as they exited the elevator that read, ‘Congratulations on the Promotion, Skye!’ It touched her that the people that she barely thought about when she worked here cared about her. She had never thought they did.
Jeanette, Skye’s former nosey cubicle neighbor rushed towards her, her arms open wide and then threw herself around Skye. A scream emanated from the woman and Skye realized that she really did miss her.
“Oh, my gawd!” Jeanette gushed. “I can’t believe that you got to meet JC! Or that you’re leaving us, or that you’re married!”
Once Jeanette stopped talking, she pulled away from Skye and looked at Brock.
The dropped jaw on Jeanette was priceless as she just stared at him as if he was the last man on earth. “Uh, Jeanette?” Skye said, trying to get her attention. “Uh, hello? Jeanette?”
Skye touched Jeanette’s arm and the woman jumped. Jeanette blinked several times as she looked at Skye, a blush on her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Jeanette tried to look ashamed but couldn’t pull it off.
“Jeanette, this is my husband, Brock Stevens. Brock, this is Jeanette.”
Before they were married, Brock revealed what his last name was before he had it legally changed for the industry. She didn’t have a problem with it for she had wondered the odds that a porn star’s last name was originally Stroker. Now, they used it whenever they were around non-lifestyle people. They didn’t need everyone knowing his business
Brock extended his right hand in greeting. Skye knew he didn’t want a hug from the woman. “Hello, Jeanette. It’s nice to meet you.”
With a pause before taking his hand, Jeanette finally said, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
She still looked like she was in shock that Brock was married to Skye, but Skye wasn’t going to worry about it.
The sound of a throat clearing brought their attention to the rest of the crew standing behind them, waiting to get the party started. Jeanette still blushed, but she took her cue and escorted them to the meeting room where cake and snacks were laid out.
After thirty minutes, Skye had to break up the festivities and explain they had plans for the evening. She gathered up her box of things from her desk and said goodbyes all the way around the room before she and Brock escaped.
Another cab ride was needed to get to Madison Square Garden where JC was performing. They were let out at the door where talent entered and soon, Skye was in JC’s arms, a place she hadn’t been in two weeks.
He held her tight as she absorbed his heat and the aroma that was unique to JC. She heard him smell her hair and then moan in appreciation.
“I’ve missed you, baby girl,” he said softly as he held her.
“I’ve missed you, too.” Her words murmured against his hard chest.
“Ah, guys, get a room!” That came from Mick, JC’s drummer as the four bandmates made kissy noises.
Everyone laughed.
It was agreed early on that the band members would know of the trio’s relationship, especially since they would be together often. No one had a problem with it, just like Brock, Skye, and JC didn’t have a problem that Anson the keyboardist and JC’s acoustic guitarist were a couple now.
Skye and Brock had arrived in time for the concert to begin as they could hear the crowd chanting for JC.
Leaning up, Skye kissed JC long and hard. Finally pulling away, she wiped her lipstick off his lips with her thumb. “Have a good concert, hon. We’ll be waiting here for you. Love you.”
Even after being together for six months, JC’s sapphire gaze still could turn Skye on. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy weep as he looked down at her. “I love you too, darlin’. See you in a bit.”
Watching him leave with the rest of the crew, she giggled as she found herself staring at his nicely shaped ass in his leather pants as he disappeared. Oh, how she loved that ass.
“I wonder if you look at me like that when I leave a room,” Brock said, humor lacing his voice.
Skye turned and found him sitting on the couch looking at her. Going over to him, she snuggled up next to him as his arm slid around her shoulders. “Of course, I do. You have a nice ass too.”
“I like yours better, sweetheart. I like fucking it also.”
That brought out another giggle from Skye. That was such a true statement.
It had been a long day and she felt herself drift off, finally able to remain in one place for longer than a few minutes.
***
After the second encore, JC was anxious to get to his woman. He had missed her greatly and he needed to fuck her.
“Thank you, New York!” he said, the microphone near his cheek picking up his voice and broadcasting it out through the speakers. “You’ve been wonderful! Goodnight!”
The crowd called out his name as he and the others left the stage. Usually they would go back out for another song or two, but he needed to be with Skye while she was here.
S
tepping into the green room, JC noticed Skye woke with a start and then had that bewildered expression on her face she had when they came to visit him and she fell asleep. He had to hope that the pregnancy wasn’t taking too much out of her.
The guys moved around the room collecting their gear while they ate some of the food from the craft services table. JC sat next to Skye and held her to him while Brock grabbed some fruit for her.
“This is how we got to know each other that first night,” JC recalled. “That seems so long ago.”
“A lot has happened between then and now.” Skye murmured as she selected a piece of watermelon to pop in her mouth.
“Yes, it has,” Brock agreed. “But now, we can settle down and enjoy each other.”
The three agreed as the rest of the band gathered at the door to exit out the back way. “We’ll leave you guys alone,” Damon, the bassist said. “The roadies will load everything up and be on their way to Boston. I’ll instruct them to leave you guys alone.”
With a wave, JC said, “Thanks guys. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”
“Bye,” the guys all said in unison before they disappeared through the door.
Brock made his way over to the door to the stage and twisted the lock, giving them privacy. JC knew this was an anniversary of sorts for the three of them. As Brock made his way back to the couch, he extended his hand to Skye.
JC took the bowl from Skye as he watched her stand without any hesitation as she took Brock’s hand. Her crystal blue eyes lit up when Brock commanded her, “Strip, little one. Then present yourself to your men.”
Again, she didn’t hesitate as she unbuttoned the dark blue blouse she had worn. Once she was finished, she let the shirt slip from her body. Flicking the clasp on the front of her bra, her bountiful breasts burst free of their confinement giving JC a visual feast for a starving man.
Unfastening the button and zipper on the blue jeans she wore, she shimmied out of them, her ass so close he couldn’t resist the urge to slap it. The sound resonated through the room as her flesh jiggled a bit. A pink handprint came to the surface of her creamy skin, a sight JC missed while he was separated from her.
A smile blossomed on her face, something that she did so much more than she did when they first met. JC loved the fact that he was one of the reasons that smile was there.
Reaching out, JC placed his hands on her hips and turned her towards him. He leaned forward and kissed the belly where his son or daughter was growing. No matter whether it was he or Brock that was the biological father, the children would still belong to all of them.
Skye’s hands came up to his hair and combed her fingers through it. He was going to correct her for being free with her hands, but he didn’t want any more time to pass before he could make love to her. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the pink panties she wore and pulled them down to her ankles. Waiting until she stepped out of them, he brought them up to his nose and breathed in her scent. Wadding them up, he put them in his pocket, to have for the lonely nights ahead of him.
Looking up at her, he saw she stood with her feet shoulder-width apart and her hands behind her back. It was a stance they had shown her to use for when she couldn’t kneel before them.
“I have missed you so much, baby girl. I need to fuck you right now.”
JC unfastened his leather pants as he spoke, pushing the material down enough to expose his hard cock. Skye eyed it as her tongue darted out to lick at her lips and he could nearly feel her mouth closing around him.
“There will be time later tonight for you to taste my cock, darlin’, but right now, I need to feel your pussy squeezing around me. Come fuck your husband.”
Her eyes darkened at his words. He knew she liked the dirty talk. He knew she liked a lot of things she either hadn’t experienced, or knew about six months ago. Their woman had really embraced the lifestyle.
Holding his dick, he ran his hand up and down the length several times as Skye climbed onto his lap. He ran the tip along her slit, feeling her hot honey coat it. Oh, how he had missed this. Before she sunk down on him, he slid a finger into her cunt, scooped up some of her cream, and then brought the finger to his lips. He savored her flavor and moaned his appreciation.
He lined up his cock with her hole and felt her begin to sink down, sheathing him in her softness. Soft gasps escaped her lips as a sensual happy look overcame her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes fanned out at the top of her cheeks.
Once he was fully embedded in her pussy, he leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. She opened to him and let his tongue invade hers. As he made love to her mouth, JC could hear Brock moving around behind Skye.
When she jumped slightly, he knew that Brock was behind her. Cool fingers brushed the base of his cock where it met her cunt and soon moved towards her rosette. Brock gathered some of her cream to coat her anus.
JC continued to kiss Skye as she leaned her body into his. He felt her cunt tighten up around him as his cock felt crowded. Brock filled her up on the other side of the thin barrier, causing her to moan into his mouth.
Moving his hands to her hips, JC helped still her as Brock continued to work on her ass. When she pulled her mouth away from his, she ground out, “Oh, my… so full… fuck me!”
“We will, baby,” JC said, his lips grazing her cheek. “Let us do the work.”
With her breasts smashed against his chest and her nipples as hard as diamonds, JC loved the feeling of his woman in his arms. He had been blessed with Skye after the loss of his first wife. He vowed he would never make the mistakes he had before. Skye deserved so much better than the old JC.
Brock pulled out but remained just inside her, giving him a bit more room within her, until his friend pushed back in and JC pulled out. Their cocks scraped against each other as they pumped in and out of her, fucking her the way she loved.
Her moans became louder and more frequent as they picked up speed. Soon, they were pounding into her, her tits rubbing up and down on his chest. Grunts mixed with her moans as he and Brock raced towards their releases. Skye’s pussy fluttered around him and he knew she needed just a little something extra to push her over.
Moving his hand down between his and Skye’s body, he found her clit and rubbed his index finger around the hard-exposed nub a couple times before he pressed on it. Her vaginal walls contracted around him, squeezing him as if trying to strangle his cock, while a scream emanated from her.
Quickly he covered her mouth with his so no one would think she was in distress as she came hard on him. His balls drew up inside him as he felt his cum boiling up and out of them. It shot out of him like a rocket, bathing her insides with it. Brock soon followed him as he shouted out his climax, holding himself deep within her.
Pulling his mouth from hers, JC peppered her lips, wanting as much as possible from her. Her body was soft and limp against his. He looked over her shoulder at Brock, the man who had been his friend through thick and thin.
JC knew his own face mirrored Brock’s smiling satisfied one. They had their woman right where she belonged. Between a rock star and a porn star.
~~End~~
About The Author
Janice Greenlee writes mainstream historical romances, while her alter-ego, Eileen Green, writes the erotic romance novels interlaced with intrigue, and occasionally, shape-shifters.
When asked how long she has been writing, Eileen Green answers, since the 7th grade. Her English teacher, Mrs. Weekes saw potential in the student who began to dabble in writing. Eventually, marriage, kids, and then single motherhood came along and the writing took a backseat as life does when faced with obstacles.
The writing continued even though page after page sat in boxes or on the computer, waiting for the day they would be allowed to be free to tell their stories.
Life dealt a cruel twist to her family and friends in 2010. The lesson learned was to not live with regrets. She ran with that thought, publishing her first book, Lo
ve Twisted in Time, by the end of that fateful year; available on Kindle. The dream of being an author was finally achieved. Another mainstream historical romance novel, Sands of Passion, published under Janice Greenlee, is available on Smashwords.com.
Her first erotic romance novel came from a dare and Lyndee’s Saviors was written. Now, under Eileen Green, there are two series, Men of Montana and The Tundra Protectors, and the beginning of a third, Tiger’s Lair, which is a spin-off of Men of Montana. A couple of stand-alone books are included in the erotic romance line of books.
Romance stories with happily-ever-after endings are her favorite. She continues to write them because every romance needs to end with all characters being forever in love.
Janice divides her time between Washington and California, although she really prefers Washington. The beauty there provides a welcome backdrop to write.
For a full list of her books, please check out her website, www.authoreileengreen.com