by Edith DuBois
“He’s an amazing musician, and you’ll get to hear him for yourselves on my upcoming EP to be released in the spring. He’s gonna play guitar and sing, and maybe even throw in a little banjo on a song or two. I’m really excited about working with him and bossing him around and, essentially, making him answer to my musical beck and call.”
“Let’s not get too crazy with the beck-and-call stuff,” Jeremiah said in his low, scratchy voice that she loved so much. She squirmed on the bench, trying to ease her sudden arousal. Looking at James and Johnny, she noticed them smirking at her discomfort, and she thought they might have to wrap this up soon.
“Anyways,” she said, returning her attention to the camera, “if you click on the ‘Upcoming Appearances’ tab on my website, you’ll see that I’ll be playing only one more show for the rest of the year. And that’s gonna be here in Savage Valley. Anyone who had a ticket to one of the cancelled shows will get in for free. If you can’t make it, we’ll send you a copy of a live CD and DVD combo that we’ll be recording at the show. All you have to do is type in your ticket number from the cancelled show and choose which one you want to receive—either a ticket to the upcoming show here in Savage Valley or the CD/DVD combo.
“Okay, that’s all the news I have for you lovelies right now, but stay tuned because I’ll be posting a few more of these video update thingies over the next few weeks. All right, love you guys!” She blew a kiss to the camera and waved. Looking over at Jeremiah, she saw that he was only grinning stupidly at the camera. She snatched up his hand and waggled it. “Come on, Jeremiah, wave good-bye.”
A few moments later, Johnny pushed a button to stop the recording.
“Well, that went pretty well, don’t you think?” she asked her three fiancés.
James nodded, and Johnny said, “Yeah, I don’t even think we need to do it again.”
“Our mate is perfect,” Jeremiah said, tipping her chin up and placing a hot kiss on her mouth. He let his lips linger and then deepened the kiss, pulling her chest against his. She’d only been mated to them for about two weeks, but instead of becoming accustomed to the fire that erupted between them every time she touched one of them, it seemed like the desire she felt for them grew stronger every day.
She broke away panting. “How long until we have to go to the dinner?” she asked, not looking away from Jeremiah.
“We still have about forty-five minutes,” Johnny answered.
Rising from the bench, she swept the few contents on the table—the salt and pepper shakers, a napkin holder, and a book—onto the floor.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Johnny, turn that camera back on.”
She crawled onto the table, moving on all fours in a slow, seductive manner until she reached the far side of it away from her three sexy men. Then she rolled over so that she was sitting on its surface. She stretched her legs along its length and leaned back on her hands. “Oh, boys?”
“Yeah?” they said together, all three sets of black eyes wide and focused on her hand. She let it slide from her breasts down to her pants. “Can one of you come help me?” She slipped it inside and cupped her pussy. “I need a little assistance getting these pants off.”
Three very large, male bodies came barreling toward her, and the last thing she saw before every thought was wiped away by her sexy, demanding men was a red blinking light and the lens of a camera.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Although she grew up in small-town Texas, Edith has lived and traveled in both France and the UK. She currently resides in Central Texas but wouldn’t mind a gallivant or two across the Australian Outback, the Highlands of Scotland, or any other foreign land that happens to interest her.
She’s been writing since she was eight or nine, but she never thought about writing as a career until she handed in her first short story to her high school English teacher. She had so much fun writing it and spending time with her characters and actually finishing it that she started another, and she hasn’t stopped since. Edith enjoys writing in all sorts of genres and forms, including song writing and script writing, but no matter what, love is always at the center of her stories.
Edith’s idea of passing a perfect hour would be to cuddle up next to the window with one of her favorite books, a big ol’ mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon in her hand, and Patsy Cline softly crooning from her record player in the background.
You can e-mail Edith at [email protected] or find her on Twitter at twitter.com/EdithDWrites.
Also by Edith DuBois
Ménage Everlasting: The Male Order, Texas Collection:
A Bride for Two Babes
Ménage Everlasting: The Male Order, Texas Collection:
A Bride for Two Renegades
Ménage Everlasting: Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 1:
Rugged Glimpse
Ménage Everlasting: Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 2:
Rugged Return
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