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  I didn’t know her well enough yet to understand this little indication, but as she moaned with her oncoming orgasm, I was okay with the show. “Shit, you are too sexy, you little minx,” I added.

  “Oh, as soon as I come, you will have that cock in your mouth, but I wanted you to see what you put into motion by winning.” Cami’s seductive words had my head spinning.

  Her little threats weren’t that awful, after all. I was with the only two people on earth I could imagine might heal me one day of my phobia of commitment.

  I probed, “is this extortion, Curly Sue? Because if it is, sign me up every time.” Dane’s laughter turned to a whimper when I roguely leaned down and lapped up his pre-cum about ready to drip from his cock.

  “You are breaking the rules, asshole,” Cami crooned.

  “Never claimed to play by the rules, ever.” This time, I looked straight at her as I deep throated Dane. His hands instantly kneaded in my hair.

  “Don’t you dare make him stop, Camille,” Dane commanded.

  “Yeah, since you two aren’t playing by the rules, get your sexy selves up on this bed. And, Mr. Sterling, you can finish him off.” Her chuckle was met by us falling onto the bed while we adjusted to her commands.

  “Deeper, harder. Go faster.” Cami was a bossy little thing outside the bedroom. Give her a little bit of control while we were in the midst of a fucking fest, and she was downright mouthy.

  “Shit, little one. I need to give you something to stop that mouth of yours,” I replied with this beautiful woman sandwiched between us. Her commands had been meant for Dane, as he was slamming her pussy, but I loved to give this sassy little thing grief.

  “You’d better watch out. I may just chomp down on it.”

  We were all laughing at her last threat, but as I was deep in her ass, I could feel her spasms around Dane’s cock. “Shit, you’re so tight. I don’t think I’ll last long, Cam,” I explained, but her words were intermittent.

  “Yeah, oh wow … yeah, me … oh hell, too.” Her cries intensified when my orgasm was brought on by hers.

  I continued to thrust inside her, through her spasms, when the moans and groans of Dane overtook us both.

  I pulled out and tossed my condom in the trash can near the bed, and we collapsed in a mangled heap.

  “What the fuck are you two doing to me?” I questioned.

  Cami leaned over on her elbows. “Hopefully making you fall for us.”

  She was onto something because with each stare, conversation, and lingering touch, these two were becoming more cemented in my heart and in my life.

  The minute they walked over the threshold of my front door on Sunday morning to leave, my whole demeanor sagged. It had been two nights with them, albeit, two fucking hot nights when we’d gotten to know one another on a deeply intimate level.

  They were not gone but five minutes when four knocks had me out of my daydream of the three of us fucking like rabbits.

  I had a feeling I knew who it was, but I activated Sophie, my security system, just in case. Sure enough, it was my best friend and bodyguard, Apollo. I’d known him since my first acting gig proved to be successful. Apollo had only been eighteen and needed a big break after coming out of juvie when he officially became an adult. I’d read his file and hired him instantly without the backing of the studio because of his record. But if anyone understood needing a fresh start, it was me.

  Throughout the years, he’d become my best friend, and we hung out like most bros did. Carrying a pizza in his hands at not quite ten thirty in the morning, he understood I’d needed a little pick-me-up, and pizza was the way to my heart.

  Buzzing him in, he twirled the box. Apollo would have been someone I could’ve seen myself with. He was a big man, over six feet seven inches tall, with a deep ebony skin tone. He didn’t swing my way; no, he was a straight ladies’ man, and boy, did he bring the ladies in. But he was with me through the debacle of Shawn and Lance. And he held my head as I’d gotten myself so drunk most nights missing the men who broke my heart.

  “Thought you’d be pouting like a little bitch, missing those two.” I chuckled at his direct words. He got a pass because he was my loyal friend, and I understood I’d always get the honest truth from him.

  “Yeah, I guess I am a bit,” I admitted.

  “Falling hard, aren’t you?” he asked.

  “You have no idea,” I sighed, and the smell of the pizza had my stomach growling. He passed me a plate from the cabinets, and I grabbed three huge slices. Might as well bury my misery in a ton of calories.

  “I need to vet them, make sure they don’t have anything that can come back and bite you in the ass,” he admitted, and I knew this conversation was coming. Apollo was just not my bodyguard anymore; he and his business partner were also the head of my security. One was permanently planted to me in some way, shape, or form twenty-four hours a day. As a matter of fact, he had his own office downstairs in the building as he did on my floor. His apartment, along with staff, was on the floor underneath me. But Apollo came and went like he was family.

  “Hold off on it for now. I’d like to see where this can go.” His right eyebrow wriggled higher than the other one. He knew I never fucked around with my security after Maria, my sweet maid, leaked the footage of Shawn, Lance, and me fucking on the stairs over twenty years ago.

  “Yeah, okay, but I won’t hold off much longer, Boss man.” His tone was always a bit sarcastic in nature but especially when he called me boss man. He was more my friend than anything. It was just a bonus he raked in almost a million dollars in salary protecting my ass and all my assets.

  “I hear you. Just give it a bit more time. These two may be the ones to break the cycle.”

  He pursed his lips straight on his face, and I readied myself for something I wouldn’t like. “One more thing before we eat our pizza,” Apollo mentioned in a laid-back sort of way. He handed me a letter. “Sorry, boss, I wanted to make you aware of a super fanatic fan.”

  The loopy handwriting was the first thing that caught my attention. Opening it up, I saw the words; I love you. We will be together. I’ll do anything for you. Don’t think I haven’t seen you, touched you, already. I want your babies. You are the only man I’ll ever love. I’d even kill for you.

  It was so manic, but we’d dealt with crazy before. It should’ve shocked me, but it didn’t. “Okay, just keep me informed.” It was all I had to say.

  He wasn’t surprised by my declaration or my lack of concern. Early on, I’d become hyper-focused on any threat. Over the years, I’d learned to trust my security. We sat down with our plates and turned on the first game of the playoffs, both of us devouring our pizza and watching our beloved Bears kick ass.

  Apollo had work to attend to. He was hiring a new in-house security guy. Apollo was smart as a whip, and the algorithm he had created for my security needs had indicated I’d been in need of more force, or my very faithful friend was requiring more time off. Although after the letter, I didn’t think he needed his algorithm to figure that out.

  The Bears had not been holding my attention, and the text I’d sent both Cami and Dane had been unanswered since they’d left. When my text notification dinged finally, I almost dived for my phone, only for my agent’s smug face to appear on the screen. He’d been working on a deal for me—producing my own musical, the one I had created based loosely on my own life. It explored the lead character’s sexuality and followed him on his quest to be true to himself. But before Cami and Dane, I’d not had much inspiration to finish it.

  “Shit, Sam, you are disturbing my Bears,” I started without a hello.

  A chuckle came through the line. “So what you are telling me is you’re really not doing anything.” Our rivalry in football was friendly banters that made us more than just an agent and his client.

  “So tell me, with Green Bay … when are they in their play-off games?” He didn’t have anything to reply when I continued, “Oh, yeah right, asshole, they aren’t.” That was our own little pleasantries and hellos, but I knew there was more to this conversation besides trash-talking our football teams.

  “I wanted to chat with you about the producers for Being Me. It’s time to approach production companies. I know you have the money, but we don’t want you backing it all.” This was a common practice, and though I had high hopes for this musical, I didn’t want to watch all my money get flushed down the toilet if it was a flop.

  “Yeah, I won’t argue with you.”

  A feminine voice filled the silence. “Did you just agree with us without any coaxing, Miles Sterling?” Bella, my publicist and Sam’s wife, replied, and I realized we were on speaker.

  “I’m not unreasonable, Bella,” I offered, but when I did, both Sam and her filled the line with hysterical laughter.

  “You are kidding, right, you motherfucker? You’re a permanent pain in my ass.” Yeah, he was correct. He did a lot for me, but I also took very good care of Bella and him, too.

  “So, the reason I’m calling is I need to understand your desires, your needs, and your hardlines.”

  The question didn’t take long to answer. “I want to direct. It’s a hardline. I need to have one hundred percent creative freedom. And I’m backing fifty-one percent of this production.”

  He took a large deep breath. “Is there any sort of wiggle room with this?”

  “That’s an abso-fucking-lutely NO.”

  “Fuck, Sterling, you’re a pain in my ass.”

  I wasn’t going to argue with him. “But I’m a fucking handsome pain in your ass.”

  “You’re only sweet-talking me because you want my ass.”

  I would have never said no to this beautiful couple. Sam looked like Leonardo DiCaprio, and Bella was the spitting i
mage of a younger Cameron Diaz. So at one point, if they were into the same kink I was into, I would have happily fucked them.

  “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  And with that, we both started laughing again, and it was my cue that our conversation was over. “All right, assholes, now that you got your chuckle for the year, I’m hanging up. Keep me apprised.” I hoped with the new inspiration in my life I’d be able to finish this musical to fulfill more of my dreams and prove everyone who never believed in me—wrong.

  17

  Dane

  We hadn’t seen Miles in three days. Cami was taking an Uber into the city tonight to meet me at Miles’s to fulfill his fantasy from his win at cards the other night.

  Sandra was on a down month at work, so when I approached her this time about watching the girls, just days after she’d last watched them, she jumped at the chance.

  Cami had felt a bit conflicted over asking Sandra again. “Since we’ve been back from New York, Sandra’s had the girls twice already,” Cami complained.

  We never had to twist Cami’s twin sister’s arms to watch our devils. It was most likely, at the age of almost forty, Sandra would never have children, since she settled for losers who’d string her along for a couple of years and then admit they didn’t see a forever in sight with her.

  Maggie and Bridget were her life as they were Cami’s and mine, too. And although Cami felt awful for leaving them a third time in three weeks, I had actually made plans for the following weekend, too. We needed to see where this was going with Miles, and we weren’t quite ready to introduce him to our girls yet.

  When I got a text from Cami, letting me know she’d made it to the city safely, I left the office for the short little walk to Miles’s penthouse. A tall, dark-skinned man I’d seen around Miles several times was waiting for me when I walked through the double doors to the building. “Mr. Sterling is expecting you.” We had never officially met, but it didn’t surprise me that Miles had someone always watching his back.

  “Thank you.” He walked into the elevator just as he had on Saturday and pushed a code that gave me access to Miles’s floor. As he gave me a little wave, I returned it with a mock salute.

  The second I was off the elevator, the door opened before I could knock on it, and out strolled a shirtless Miles in a pair of faded jeans. The grin was so bright on his face. “What has you all in smiles?” I asked, but he didn’t say a word. He hurried to close the space between us and pulled me into a long and deep embrace. But before my arms could reach around his whole body, he leaned back and crashed his mouth to mine. His tongue took me by surprise but in the best way. He was greedy, hungry, and in need of power. I tried to pull back once, and he held my head, pulling me closer to him.

  I gave in as I found myself doing a lot. The bulge of my pants had to be felt on his stomach while his own cock reciprocated. The more I ground against his erection, the more he ground against mine.

  He finally let up on my neck, but I found I instantly missed his forceful nature. I could see his face, and it radiated from his eyes. “Hell, I missed you so much!”

  I pulled his body with mine to his door. Taking his foot, he slammed it. But what I wasn’t expecting was the gray eyes of my wife, watching us on the couch. “Hell, I could get used to this— every day.” Cami was sitting down in a pair of skintight jeans, a fuzzy mustard yellow sweatshirt, and her signature booties.

  “Hey, sweetheart, I had no idea you were here.”

  “I want a show since I didn’t get one the other night, thanks to this asshole.” She pointed at Miles, and he took a bow as if it was a compliment. “Continue. Just act as if I’m not here.”

  I gave in to my wife when I cupped his face and pushed him up against the wall. “I missed you so much,” I returned. And it wasn’t an exaggeration.

  “Show me,” he instructed, and though he’d told me his dream was to blow me in my three-piece suit, this was his fantasy. I dropped to my knees at his dare. Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out, pre-cum pooling at the tip. “Take me all the way in your mouth,” he bossed, and it made me ready for so much more physical affection tonight.

  I didn’t bother to argue because I wanted to taste him. And I wanted to entertain my wife at the same time. Starting at the tip of his cock, I sucked at the slit, pulling as much of his flavor for me to burn to my memory.

  Cami’s small little hands grabbed me from behind, and I looked up in time to see both Miles’s and Cami’s face. It took me all of a couple of minutes to bring Miles to an orgasm, and as I’d always done, I swallowed.

  Standing, I felt both Cami and Miles surround me. “You said you wanted to know what it would be like to come home to us every day. Can’t say we could do all of this in front of the girls, but it was a little peek,” I added.

  With a large smile, he said, “Fuck yeah, one can get used to this.”

  It was all very normal, Cami in the kitchen cooking, Miles and I in front of her at the island on bar stools, drinking beer. Every so often, Cami would take a pull of beer from one of our drinks.

  “I said I’d cook, Sue.” I didn’t miss him shortening her name.

  “I know, but I wanted to do this for you, anyway, it’s a recipe I stole from my friend Scarlet.”

  He leaned forward a bit. “It smells wonderful. What in the world is it?” Miles asked, grabbing for some tortilla chips, dipping it into the salsa in front of him.

  “It’s Scar’s famous barbecue tacos. The first time she fed them to us, we were hooked,” Cami explained.

  “Scarlet? Is that your ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend?” he asked. The question was so casual, I couldn’t imagine Miles ever being jealous. And it was a lot to take in. We’d lost track of Levi when we all parted. And though, we’d all agreed it was for the best, it was hard to let him walk away from us. But, now, it seemed just right having Levi back in our lives as one of our best friends.

  “Yeah, it’s an odd dynamic, us all hanging out. Their own boyfriend would have been the first one to admit this.”

  He shoved a chip in his mouth, taking a little longer to respond to this conversation. “So they’re a triad, then?”

  Cami turned around from where she was browning the hamburger. “Yeah, Jordan was a wild card at first. They had each committed to Scarlet alone. But Levi wouldn’t let go of his dream to be with both of them. It was hard on them, but then Scarlet and Jordan were essentially kidnapped and almost killed. It put things in perspective for the good doctor.”

  “What?” he asked with his mouth full, surprised by my revelation. He took a long swallow.

  “Wait, I remember that from a couple of months ago. They called it the fireman and his stalkers, right?”

  I nodded. Their story had made national news. “The other guy, he almost died, didn’t he?”

  Cam continued. “Yeah, that’s Jordan. It was pretty serious. But they’re expecting their first child, and they’re starting their life together.” She pulled at some plates, moving the barbecue hamburger and corn tortillas over on the island.

  “See, sometimes love is tough, and it’s worth fighting for,” Miles countered, grabbing for a taco shell, building his dinner with all the fixings Cami had placed in front of us. But I didn’t miss his little message and agreed with him wholeheartedly.

  The doorbell rang when Cami and Miles were fighting yet again about the dishes. “Who is it?” I asked when Cami finally threw up her hands, leaving the sink with dirty dishes which would cause her hives.

  “I wanted to do something different for you both. Coming off a hard day at the office and with kids, I thought I’d surprise you.”

  With Miles getting his way with Cami, he twisted around, answering the door. “Come on in and set up in the den.” Three women appeared, holding collapsible tables. Cami stood, clapping at the revelation that we’ll all get massages. He leaned in as all three women were getting set up. “I want to take care of you tonight.”

  Cami pulled him into a hug. “You know a way to a woman’s heart.”