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Fascination Series
Books 1 Say It
Book 2 Own It
Book 3 Mean It
Copyright by Sky McCoy 2020
Say It
Fascination Series
Book 1
By Sky McCoy
Copyright 2020 by Sky McCoy
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Title Page
Copyright Page
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Chapter 1 | Jeremy
Chapter 2 | Jeremy
Chapter 3 | Dorian
Chapter 4 | Jeremy
Chapter 5 | Dorian
Chapter 6 | Jeremy
Chapter 7 | Dorian
Chapter 8 | Jeremy
Chapter 9 | Dorian
Chapter 10 | Jeremy
Chapter 11 | Dorian
Chapter 12 | Jeremy
Chapter 13 | Dorian
Chapter 14 | Jeremy
Chapter 15 | Dorian
Chapter 16 | Jeremy
Chapter 17 | Dorian
Chapter 18 | Jeremy
Chapter 19 | Dorian
Chapter 20 | Jeremy
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Summer Heat Series
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Own It | Book 2 | Fascination Series | By Sky McCoy | Copyright 2020
Chapter 1 | Jeremy
Chapter 2 | Dorian
Chapter 3 | Jeremy
Chapter 4 | Dorian
Chapter 5 | Dorian
Chapter 6 | Jeremy
Chapter 7 | Jeremy
Chapter 8 | Dorian
Chapter 9 | Jeremy
Chapter 10 | Dorian
Chapter 11 | Jeremy
Chapter 12 | Dorian
Chapter 13 | Jeremy
Chapter 14 | Dorian
Chapter 15 | Jeremy
Chapter 16 | Dorian
Chapter 17 | Jeremy
Chapter 18 | Dorian
Chapter 19 | Jeremy
Chapter 20 | Dorian
Book 3 Mean It Next
Mean It | Book 3 Fascination Novel | By Sky McCoy | Copyright 2020
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Chapter 1 | Dorian
Chapter 2 | Dorian
Chapter 3 | Dorian
Chapter 4 | Jeremy
Chapter 5 | Dorian
Chapter 6 | Jeremy
Chapter 7 | Dorian
Chapter 8 | Dorian
Chapter 9 | Jeremy
Chapter 10 | Dorian
Chapter 11 | Jeremy
Chapter 12 | Dorian
Chapter 13 | Jeremy
Chapter 14 | Dorian
Chapter 15 | Jeremy
Chapter 16 | Dorian
Chapter 17 | Dorian
Chapter 18 | Jeremy
Chapter 19 | Jack
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“I knew he was trouble the minute I saw his beautiful face, that body, and the way he strode up to me, extending his hand. However, he fascinated me and I had to have him.”
Chapter 1
Jeremy
“No fucking way?” I murmured into the empty silence, just as I’d planned to pour myself a drink of Scotch on the rocks after I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I needed something strong. I placed the bottle down after pouring a slug. I closed my eyes for a moment, then I collected my thoughts. I wasn’t about to reach for a robe. If whoever had the nerve to show up at my door, they’d get what they were looking for—a naked ass with a hard cock.
After a quick sip, I placed the much-needed drink on the table, and sauntered over to the intercom to call security. Where the fuck was security and what the fuck were they doing? Giving each other a blowjob? I questioned.
Wasn’t it their job to scrutinize my guests and at least ask if I wanted to be bothered tonight? Or tell them I’m not here. Which wouldn’t be a lie. I glanced over at the clock. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to be dressing so I could go over to that fucking country club. This was the third ring.
“I explicitly left orders for security to say that I’m out for the fucking evening,” I huffed, raising my finger to hit the button. Then came a loud knock.
Now I wanted to see just who had the balls to knock on my door.
I enjoyed my privacy. Everyone who knew me knew I didn’t want any company, especially since I’d been home for only a few days. Everyone except Max Gold that was. He didn’t respect my boundaries when he wanted something. I looked down at my watch sitting on a table with my keys, and saw it was later than I thought. “Fucking jet lag has my body all screwed up.”
I didn’t expect anyone today, must be a package, I rationalized. I inadvertently turned the lock, opening the door without looking through the peephole.
“What the fuck do you want?” I barked. I peered at the man in black with wide eyes and open mouth. Now I was shocked. My eyes locked on the six-foot, blue-eyed, black sheep of the Westbrook family. There’s always one in the family, and Jack Westbrook my twin brother was the one who now carried that title. Once it had been me, when my family wondered if I’d ever get married. I’d been postponing that for far too long, and everyone—especially my brothers and their wives —had started gossiping about me behind my back.
I’d been suspect of being gay, and my older brothers with their wives had questioned me at every turn.
“When are you going to marry Annalisa?” They’d corralled me at a family gathering in front of her, just to ask that question, hoping to get me to commit to something.
I did—my freedom.
They’d asked me too many times, and I’d forgotten what my excuses were. I’d finally given them different answers until even I became nauseated at the sound and thought of my voice, and the idea of marriage. The only one who didn’t appear to care had been my youngest brother, Carter, and Jack.
However, Thomas and Jarrett were wearing me down to the point that
I was willing to give up my freedom, say, “fuck it,” and do the right thing—whatever that was.
Jack, nevertheless, had the balls to admit that he was gay and owned it. With me I couldn’t. I couldn’t admit that I loved men, wanted to be with one, wanted to spend the rest of my life with a man whom I loved, and turned me on in the worst way. That was my one and only desire—to find a man I could hold in my arms, look him in the eyes and say that I loved him.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life inside his hard body once I found him, go to sleep at night with my cock inside his hole. That was a dream of course, but it would never come true, because I had yet to meet anyone that incredible, who would hold my attention for more than a minute, and would make me want him the way I’d envisioned.
Besides, I was supposed to be straight and I couldn’t see starting over and having to endure what Jack had suffered by our family. A family of five fucking men, all straight and one gay. I’d say that was a good ratio. Out of five boys only one was gay—if you took me out of the equation.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in, big brother? How long do you expect me to stand out here while you gawk at me as if you’ve never seen me before?” Jack questioned as his glance wandered to his right and left, and then over my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you have company because I know you better than that, Jeremy.” Jack uttered with a weak voice. I reached for my robe on the hallstand and shrugged my arms through the sleeves, then tied the belt as I watched Jack, and I wondered what it could be this time.
“Since you know me so well, then why are you invading my privacy?”
Jack’s eyes met mine and then he pushed past me. I turned to see him march over to my glass and bottle on the table, reach for the bottle, then pour Scotch into my glass after emptying the ice into the butler’s sink, then filling the short glass to the brim, he guzzled down my expensive liquor.
“What the fuck is it this time?” I asked, standing behind him. “Who are you running from?” I met his glare as he turned, his brow furrowed making a V. Then his closed mouth curled up to the right into a tight smile.
“No one. Can’t I show up at my brother’s apartment without insinuations about my past?” Jack poured himself another drink, which fed my suspicions about him. There was something he wasn’t telling me. Someone or something had him on the run.
“You know why I asked you, Jack.” I sat and observed his body language. Maybe that would tell me something. “You’re my twin and whatever the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into now, I need to know about it.”
Jack slid down heavily on the sofa across from me as if he’d been up for days, and by the looks of him, dark circles around his eyes, and his soiled clothes with coffee stains, that left only one question in my mind.
“What is it this time? A disgruntled lover or two, the Russian mob, or both?”
He aimed a quick smirk my way. “It’s neither. I just missed you and wanted to see you. Can I stay a few days?” Jack asked.
What the fuck was I to do? If he came to my door, it must have been something serious and I couldn’t turn my brother away. And if it was a serious matter, he wasn’t going to tell me.
“You can stay as long as you need to, but if you stay past a week, you will have to tell me what you’re running from. I’m your identical twin remember, and I need to know, because someone might mistake me for you.”
“No one would make a blunder like that. Look at you. Mr. Straight Arrow. Mr. Designer-Suit-Wearing Straight Guy. A robe out of one of those old movies with your initials embossed on the pocket.” He traced the gold letters on the pocket of my robe with his finger. “That’s the picture you want to give to our brothers. By the way, how are the rest of the family?” Jack groaned, holding on to the bottle of Scotch and pouring another drink.
After Jack placed the bottle of Scotch down, I pulled the bottle nearer to me. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?”
He gazed at me and wiggled his brows. “I think you’re right.” Jack looked up and aimed his baby blues my way. “What happened to that hot boss of yours?”
“Max?” I furrowed my brows. I didn’t get it, Jack asking about Max after all these years?
“Yeah. Maxwell Gold,” Jack said, his voice deepened as he pronounced each part of Max’s name separately.
I rose from the sofa, took a few steps to get a glass to pour myself a drink, then I looked over at a clock on the table under the lamp and realized that I was going to be late.
“Look, Jack, you can stay here. I promised Max that I’d do something for him. He’s depending on me and I have to be there. As much as I’d like to stay here and entertain you, I can’t.”
“Still dancing to Max’s music I see. I guess you’re going to marry that girlfriend of yours and be like Max. Completely miserable. Completely fucked up.” Jack chuckled, as if the joke was on me. Maybe it was, but who was he to talk? He didn’t appear as if his gay lifestyle had brought him the fun he’d been chasing, or he wouldn’t be at my door.
“Max isn’t miserable any longer,” I interjected.
“What? He finally divorced that gold digger? I won’t be so crass as to call her a bitch, but you and I know what she wanted from Max, and it wasn’t his magnificent body or his cock.”
“And I know what you wanted from him too, Jack. The problem was that he wasn’t willing to declare his love for anyone, especially you.”
“He loved me. I know,” Jack insisted as he leaned, reaching for his empty glass and holding it up.
“Just one more drink that’s all you get, and I have to go,” I scolded him. “When I leave, take a shower, and get some sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. There are clothes in the closet.”
“No fucking way. I’m not wearing a suit.”
“No one is asking you to,” I replied. “There are clothes in the closet fit for your behavior, like jogging suits and sneakers,” I teased, hoping that it wasn’t lost on him. It wasn’t, because as drunk as Jack was, he raised an eyebrow, smiled, and saluted me with his full glass of Scotch.
“If you need coffee, there’s some in the pantry. Or, you can warm up the morning coffee. Looking at you, you won’t be able to find the coffeepot or cup. Aw, fuck. I’ll brew you some before I go.”
I turned, planning to go and get dressed, but Jack grabbed my arm. He did that because he wanted to talk.
“You didn’t finish telling me about Max?” Jack had been in love with Max from the first time he saw him, but after a one-night stand with Max, Jack had left the country. I thought it was a one-way love affair where Jack found Max at a vulnerable time, the night of Max’s wedding when he had caught his new wife, Paige, fucking someone in the garden.
Jack went to his knees in front of Max, and offered his mouth to him, but instead of Max falling in love with Jack, it was Jack who had fallen in love. He admitted that much to me.
“Are you still crazy about Max?” I questioned.
“No. I’ve had many a Max in my life. Too many to count, and I don’t intend to get my heart broken again. If you aren’t man enough to own up to what you are, and be comfortable with it, then why the fuck would I waste my time with anyone like that?” I didn’t know if Jack had meant what he’d said, however, I thought I should tell him, and I did.
“Max is married now... and his husband is trans.”
“What the fuck? Are you just telling me this to hurt me?” he barked, slurring his words.
“Why would I want to hurt you, Jack? You’re just like me. We’re twins. It would be like hurting myself if I were to try.” I think he understood.
We were always alike, and desired the same men when we were in college, but I was in the closet as I realized that I didn’t want to be ostracized by my brothers and society. I wished I’d been as courageous and fool-hearted as Jack, but I didn’t have the courage he had.
Jack aimed a sad glare and tight lips my way. He stared at me. “We look alike, sound alike, and may want the same type of men, or women, bu
t we’re not alike. I’m a fucking foolish man who hoped one day that I’d find the man for me... and I did, but now that man has gone.”
He meant Max without calling him by name.
“In that way, Jeremy, you’re not like me. And I’m willing to say to the world I’m gay and fuck it, and you aren’t, dear brother. I know you love me, and I love you. I would die for you, Jeremy.”
“I don’t want you to die for me, Jack. I just want you to take care of yourself, so I don’t die mourning the loss of my twin.”
Jack aimed his big sad eyes at me and smiled. “That’s fair.” Then, his head fell to the right and he passed out on the couch. I stood longer than I should have watching my twin, and thinking that if I’d come out about being gay that would have been me.
He looked dejected and lost, especially since he’d found out about Max. I knew they once loved each other, but Max had been married to Paige, and at the time he wanted to please his father. I couldn’t see this coming with Max. Now Max was happily in love with Jami, and there was no reason to mention to Max that Jack was back in the States, and at my condo, no less.
I rushed to dress in casual clothes, because I didn’t have time to put on my suit, shirt, and cufflinks, so I grabbed my shoes, my shirt and suit, placed them in a suit bag, and hurried to meet the limo that Max had waiting for me.
Chapter 2
Jeremy
“Remind me again why I’m standing here in my jockstrap getting ready to make an ass out of myself.” I stared into a floor-length mirror attached to the back of a closet door in this small room to the rear of a banquet hall, which could be mistaken for a closet. Maybe the room wasn’t as small as I’d imagined, because I stood alongside Max who filled the space.
I struggled to dress. “You and I have closets bigger than this shit. Couldn’t you have given me the larger room? I’m the best friend of the wealthiest man in Seattle and this is your club.”
“It’s not that you’re planning to live in this room, so stop bitching and get dressed,” Max snorted. “I can’t show favoritism since this is for charity.”
