by S. E. Law
I snort. This is a romance convention, so I doubt there’s going to be anything sketchy going on. Then again, the author I’m here for, Jane Morgan, is absolutely gorgeous with her curvy figure and beautiful face. I’d like to be unsavory with her, that’s for sure. But my mom doesn’t need to know.
“Yes, Mom. I’ll be on my best behavior,” I promise. After the eventful evening I just had, I don’t plan to be completely good, but I won’t be telling Mom that. She can keep imagining that her big, strong, boy is as innocent as innocent can be. How wrong that picture is.
“By the way, Kaden, that friend of yours from high school, Brandon, just got put in jail, you know. I worry about you. Don’t be like Brandon, Kade.” She nags like only a helicopter mom can – always hovering over everything and everyone that has ever been in my life.
“Mom,” I begin. “It’s not like that.”
But my mom isn’t listening.
“I mean it, Kade. Brandon was booked for petty theft. He’s no good. Stay away from him and behave yourself.”
I sigh again. I know there’s no point in arguing about Brandon because Mom tends to believe what she wants about things. When I hang up, I find myself snorting in disbelief. I know what really happened with Brandon, and he’s no thief.
In fact, unbeknownst to my mother, Brandon is my partner in every way – in life, love, and business. He’s waiting for me right now in our hotel room as a matter of fact. Yes, he was picked up by the police last week, but it was determined that his only crime was looking similar to the man that actually robbed the bank. Brandon would never commit such a crime, especially since he has no need to. It was all a misunderstanding that ended up as something much worse in the rumor mill.
But the rumor mill is exactly why Brandon and I have kept our relationship a secret over the years. If someone were to discover the truth about us, we’ll lose everything: our careers, our livelihood, and possibly even each other.
After all, I’m not just a model. And I’m not just a personal trainer either. In truth, I’m a business owner. Muscle Nation started up as a single gym, funded by a generous loan from my dad. I’d been serious about getting fit in high school and it was only a matter of time until I started a gym of my own. I put in the work and created a hugely successful local gym. Then I started another. And another. And another. Soon, California had Muscle Nation gyms everywhere. Then, we went nationwide, and soon we’ll be international. It’s crazy, and I love it. Being an entrepreneur speaks to something in me, and it melds my passion for fitness with my interest in helping others.
But no man builds an empire on his own, and Brandon has been my business partner since early on in the process. Initially, I brought him on as an informal jack-of-all trades, and in the years since, he’s more than proven his worth. He’s my CTO, COO, CIO and CMO all rolled into one.
But now that our gym has become a national chain, we know that if the alpha male clientele knew that the owners were bisexual men, it would crash and burn. In our experience, not many tough-guy types are okay with the LGBT community. It’s a sad truth, but it is true, nonetheless, and you have to understand your customers. As a result, we’ve kept our relationship under wraps even if the secret’s growing more and more burdensome by the day.
But we’re not just about each other: as bisexual men, we think that a beautiful and curvy woman is the missing piece to our puzzle. We’d like someone curvy and generous, who doesn’t necessarily look like the models who work out at our gyms. Plush and generous is the way to go, which leads me to our reason for attending the romance convention.
After all, a romance convention is the perfect place to meet a plump and gorgeous woman that enjoys some dirty action. It melds the best of both worlds: girls who love the steam and excitement of romance, with zaftig figures that make my mouth water. Plus, more than a few romance readers enjoy MMF bisexual romance, which is good. It’s a perfect opportunity for us to begin hunting, and both Brandon and I are looking forward to finding the right woman. After all, this modeling gig is just a cover. We don’t need the money, nor do I care about being on the cover of books. Really, we’re just looking for a sweet girl for a deep, satisfying relationship.
Even more shocking, Jane Morgan, my so-called boss, was downright gorgeous. I had no idea what to expect when I went to the bar tonight. Her Double D’s and round ass coupled with her sweet smile had me blown away. I’ve never read her work, but I hope to god that it’s erotic. I know that a lot of these romance writers tend to get over the top when it comes to steam. It has me wondering if she’s into dirty imaginative shit, and even more importantly, if her work includes bisexual MMF erotica. That would be a dream come true.
Tonight, with Jane has me thinking that she does. When she let me touch her without so much as a single word…as my fingers skated higher and higher up creamy thighs to reach her dripping panties, I could feel how much I wanted her. My pants got a bit tighter as I got just a bit harder. I just barely grazed my fingertip over her covered lips and her stiff nub tantalized me. The quick pinch I applied to it before leaving the bar was sure to leave her wanting more, of this I have no doubt. Hell, I know I want so much more. It was absolutely worth the semi-hard-on I’m sporting as I walk down the long corridor of the hotel’s top floor.
When I finally arrive at the hotel room, Brandon is waiting inside. He’s as tall as I am and very nearly cut from stone. We’ve been mistaken for brothers and even twins before, but no one knows that we’re actually secret lovers.
He’s gorgeous and as he stands to greet me with a kiss, I can’t help but tell him about the prospective third I’ve found in Jane. I see his eyes light up, and the idea of a threesome soon gets him excited.
“Are you sure bro?” he asks. “Does a woman like that even exist?”
I shake my head.
“I think so. She’s gorgeous, and she appears open-minded. At least, from what I could glean from our fifteen-minute conversation.”
My friend looks hungry, and his jaw tightens.
“Shit, that would be perfect.”
I grin.
“I know, right? We’ve been searching for so long now, and for her to fall into our lap like this … well, it’s kismet.”
We spend the entire evening talking about Jane. Her beautiful brown eyes, that charming smile, and the curly brown hair that frames her face perfectly. I tell him the most explicit aspects of her great rack and the ass to match. Explaining the events of the night allows us to dream of what might become of it. I can’t wait to smell her, taste her, and feel her inch by inch. I dream of peeling those soaked panties from her thick thighs and burying my face between her legs. With thoughts of Brandon sharing the delicacy of her warm center, my member grows stiff.
Soon, we’re climbing into bed together, drunk on thoughts of Jane. It only takes a moment to remove my hardened shaft from my boxer briefs to let him see how excited I am. As his mouth envelops me and he works me to a satisfying finish, I imagine what Jane will be like with the two of us. She comes off as innocent, but the innocent ones are always best. They often turn out to be animals in bed, contrary to their looks.
I tell Brandon these things as I start to return the favor, spitting into my hand before smearing it over his rock-hard rod. I talk him through it with explicit detail.
“She’s going to taste so good, baby. We’re going to take turns eating her out – bringing her to the edge before switching out. She’ll be begging to come the entire time.” I do the same to him as he nears climax and I stop the repetitive motion of my hand. Brandon groans in frustration.
“I’m going to suck you off while I bury my shaft in her,” I rasp, moving to take his length into my mouth. I hum as I fondle his smooth balls with one hand and work his hardness in tandem with my mouth. Suddenly, Brandon’s back arches, and he jerks hard in my mouth. That’s the sign. I seal my lips around the head and suck, swallowing his load as he groans deeply.
Tucking him back into his boxers, I pat his package gently before m
oving up to kiss him slowly. His tongue enters my mouth and I know he’s tasting his release when he groans once more.
“Shit,” he groans. “So spicy.”
I laugh.
“You’re spice,” I say. “Remember? I’m sugar. But save your energy for tomorrow,” I warn as he reaches for me again. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky.”
After all, tomorrow, I’ll see Jane again, and hopefully make headway in finding our treasured third.
3
Jane
Convention day is here. Mattie showed up at my hotel door extra early to convince me out of my jeans and cute shirt and into a dress. Apparently, wearing jeans to speak at an author’s panel is a no go. Why? I’m most comfortable in jeans and sneakers, but Mattie’s adamant.
“Girl, please,” she says with her hands on her hips. “You’ve got to represent!”
But represent whom? Sighing, I give in and find myself in a knee length deep purple number that flatters my curves and gives me just a touch of confidence. Of course, I would have been far more comfortable in denim, but I am in no mood to go against Mattie this morning. Especially with how distracted I am already.
I can’t stop thinking about Kade at the bar last night. It was so hot and illicit, but I can’t help but to be nervous about the whole situation. Will he touch me again? Will he act like nothing happened? I think maybe I should just let him take the lead and see what happens.
Then again, I’m not sure if I can act like nothing happened, though. Just thinking about the experience has me squirming and clenching my thighs. With him in the room I might actually come on the spot, it’s that bad. Holy cow, I’m losing it. But then again, there’s also the problem of what I’m supposed to say about my inspiration when asked. What do I do? Just embellish on that one instance?
I couldn’t possibly use my first answer: hot boyfriend, hot sex. Unless I could? Maybe?
Suddenly, inspiration strikes. Could I ask Kade to be my fake boyfriend for the convention? Even if I could, would he say yes? If he does, problem solved! Who wouldn’t get inspired with a boyfriend like Kade? I’m sure every woman that has laid eyes on him has had a fantasy or two.
Desperate, I gnaw at my lip. What do I do? I turn to Mattie for advice.
“What would you think if I asked Kade to be my pretend boyfriend for the panel? Is that weird? Will people think I’m making it up?”
It seems like a random question but Mattie takes it in a stride.
“Why?” she asks, head cocked slightly to the side.
“To answer the questions I’m sure to get: how did you find inspiration for your steamy scenes? I just know people are going to ask,” I say with dread in my voice.
“Of course they’ll ask,” answers Mattie with a sly grin. “You write stuff that’s totally triple X! Not to mention that a lot of it features threesomes with bisexual men. But can’t you make something up, Janie? Nobody expects you to actually have experience with a threesome.”
I shrug helplessly.
“Of course not, but I don’t exactly want to let on that I’m a virgin that watches a lot of porn either. It’s embarrassing. I’d die.”
Mattie grins, and it’s not helpful. It’s not the virgin part that she finds entertaining – it’s the porn. Whether its literary or video, I have a lot of experience with it and she knows.
“I’m serious!” I whine. “I don’t want to give boring answers, but I also don’t want my erotica readers knowing I’ve never actually experienced anything close to what I write. Maybe Kade will agree to the proposal and then my problems will be solved. And I don’t watch that much of the good stuff, thank you very much. I read more than I watch. I am an author after all.”
Mattie smirks again.
“You know I’m teasing, girlfriend. But it does actually sound like a good idea to ask Kade, come to think of it. Romance author hooks up with male model and has a happily ever after. As your publicist, I’m a little ashamed I didn’t think of it myself.”
Mattie’s encouragement has my hopes on high. We leave the hotel room and head toward the elevator. I’m filled with nerves, and what do you know, but when we get to the elevator, Kade’s waiting right there. He’s gorgeous as usual, and absolutely devastating in a white t-shirt that hugs his wide chest and denim jeans on those strong legs. I try not to stare even as my heart goes pitter-patter.
“Good morning, ladies,” he offers with a crooked smile.
“Kade!” Mattie exclaims before I have a chance to open my mouth. “We’re glad to see you. Jane had an idea she wanted to run by you. But I’m in desperate need of coffee, so I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Oh shit. My wing-woman just put me on the spot. Kade, suspecting nothing, nods briefly at Mattie before turning to me, eyebrows raised. I swallow hard and glance around the hallway to make sure there are no bystanders that could overhear. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!
He seems to notice my apprehension and gestures for me to follow. We walk down the hall a bit, and come upon a door. Hmm, interesting. The door opens, and with a tip of his head, I’m wordlessly invited in.
“Um, is this your room?” I ask with confusion. “We’re staying on the same floor? I didn’t know that.”
He shrugs.
“Yep. Mattie booked it all for us.”
I nod as the door shuts, trying to get a hold of my nerves. Faltering a bit, I shoot him a smile.
“Um, so how are you?”
He shoots me a dazzling smile and I practically faint.
“Good, good. Mattie said you had something to tell me?”
I swallow again, and my hands clench and unclench nervously.
“Yes, actually. This might sound crazy, so please feel free to say no,” I start. I don’t want to pressure the man I’m paying into anything he is uncomfortable with.
“What am I saying no to?” he asks with a wicked grin. Kade sounds unbelievably cocky, and it’s a huge turn on.
I give him an exasperated look and try to explain.
“I need you to be my pretend boyfriend for the convention.” Quick and easy seemed like a much better way to get that sentence out. His raised eyebrows make my heart sink. Oh shit. I just screwed up.
But then he cocks his dark head.
“A pretend boyfriend? And what does that entail?” His grin is smoldering and his eyes are bright.
“Just maybe holding hands where people can see and some flirting. Nothing that makes you uncomfortable,” I say shakily. Although given the events that occurred under the table last night, I highly doubt there are many things that makes this man uncomfortable.
Kade simply crosses his arms across his wide chest in response.
“You don’t have to if you really don’t want to,” I ramble. “I just think that it would make the panel a lot more interesting. Readers always ask where I get my inspiration from, and it’s boring to say I have an active imagination. I mean, I do – have an active imagination, that is.” Kade is openly smiling at this point as I’m sure a deep red blush covers my cheeks and neck. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have presumed-”
“I’ll do it,” he cuts in, loud enough to be heard over my tirade.
“What? Really?” I ask, totally stupefied.
“On one condition,” he proposes.
“Name it.”
“I want one night,” he says with a sly smile.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“One night of what?”
“To get to know you,” he states simply. “Biblically, of course. It wouldn’t be fun any other way.”
Now my brow is up in my hairline.
“Biblically?” I squeak.
“Yep. Intimately. Physically. Sexually. Whatever you want to call it.”
My gasp echoes through the silent room. Blue eyes are piercing mine, holding not an ounce of shame or embarrassment. He is so confident in his request and desperately, I want to give in. But it seems so…wrong.
“That’s crazy. You’re craz
y.”
It’s all I can come up with in the moment. He just smirks again, those blue eyes gleaming.
“You want it. I know you do.”
Suddenly, Kade’s crowding into my space and I take a step back into the wall. Kade follows, his body mere centimeters from my own. I can feel the heat radiating from his broad chest and gulp down an undignified noise.
“Jane, I felt you last night. You can’t hide how much you want this,” he says, his voice husky and so sexy. “How much you want me.”
He’s commanding in his tone, which should most definitely turn me off, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“You were so wet,” he rasps into my ear. “In fact, I bet you’re wet right now,” he continues, lips now grazing the delicate shell. Fingertips just barely smooth over the fabric of my dress where it sits on my thigh. I can do nothing but nod my head. I want to hike up my dress and spread my thighs wider right here, begging for him to take me. But then he steps back, leaving me both relieved and severely disappointed.
“Tonight. Meet me here,” Kade says without a hint of question in his voice.
“Okay,” is all I can say in a breathy tone. I press my lips together and try to calm my racing pulse. “Tonight, and then you’ll be my boyfriend?”
He grins again, gaze smoldering. He reaches out to fix the hem of my dress where it had ridden up slightly with the movement of his hand.
“That’s right, Jane. One night, and then I’m all yours.”
Smirking once more, he turns and strides to the door. I’m still trying to breathe normally when he reaches for the handle.
“We should go now. We’ll be late,” he says with a bow. The tone of authority is really doing it for me – we both seem to have forgotten that I’m the one paying him for his presence today. I definitely do not feel even remotely in charge here – more like a willing victim.
I push off the wall and pass through the open doorway, Kade following behind me. As soon as the door clicks shut I feel a warm hand low on my back, just high enough to avoid being scandalous. Trying to tamp down on a shiver running along my spine, I let Kade guide me to the elevator. His hand remains for the entirety of the ride down to the lobby, shifting only when he moves from lower back to hip, his arm draped across my back.