by Lee Savino
“That’s right,” Sawyer says and offers his arm to me. “Shall we?”
“Let’s.” I take his arm, and Bear’s and together we saunter away from my flabbergasted aunt.
Sawyer takes my hand. Bear takes the other. I hang on, hoping the ceiling doesn’t open up with an angel choir singing “Evangeline is sinner.” I’m surprised my red hair doesn’t catch on fire.
The wedding procession begins, and things only get more surreal. We rise for the bride, and Bear towers over everyone. People look for the flower girl and their eyes catch on us. I hear my name and along a whispered gasp, “Two men!”
When we sit down, Bear’s arm ends up around my shoulders.
“You’re wearing the dress I bought,” he murmurs.
I nod. I’ve done my hair up in a swirling 50s ‘do. I look like I belong on the set of Mad Men. Turns out, it’s a good look for me. A few of my relatives gape at my revealed form, and there are several guys who can’t stop glancing at me, even during the vows. Bear angles his body a little, blocking me from view as he glares.
A little old lady in the pew in front of us peers through her glasses, her eyes magnified. Sawyer gives her a little wave and she scrambles to turn around and whisper loudly in her companion’s ear. Sawyer squeezes my knee.
At the reception, I stand between two pillars of masculine strength, sipping champagne. Every once in a while, a great aunt or remote family member wanders by and I introduce my date. Both of them. Then Bear awes and Sawyer charms them while I drink more champagne. When it’s time to throw rice, I’m loose enough to hug them both and whisper thank you.
“Evie—” Sawyer says, but Bear stops him.
“Not here.”
They walk me to my car. I hang on to both of their arms. I’m not that tipsy, but if I glance down my cleavage gives me vertigo.
I stop before I reach my car. There’s no way Bear will let me drive home. I turn expectantly. The two men standing behind me are so beautiful, my heart stops a moment before resuming its beat.
“It wasn’t a game,” Bear rumbles.
“I—What?”
“It wasn’t just a game. I saw you, I wanted you.”
“We both did,” Sawyer broke in. “You were so adamant you didn’t date; I came up with this scheme. We’d joked about doing this with a girl who was game, but this was serious. I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
My head is shaking no before I blurt, “You didn’t. I had fun.”
Bear leans over me and I look up at him.
“What now? Where do we go from here?”
“I want to keep seeing you,” his hand bracelets my wrist, then runs up my arm, creating goosebumps.
“But what about your new relationship?”
“What?”
“The one on Fetlife,” I say and blush.
“You’re on Fetlife?”
“No.” The blush advances. “My friend said you were looking for a long time and then changed your status.”
“Yeah, baby. Stopped looking after I met you.”
Oh.
“I want this to work,” Bear looks straight in my eyes. I cling to him as the world tilts under my feet. “I want you any way I can have you. We don’t have to do any of the rules or discipline or kinky stuff.”
“No,” I surprise myself. “I liked that. It was fun. I want it all.”
Sawyer grins at us both. “I’ve got to go set up my show, but I’ll be back. Maybe you’ll come down and see it?”
“We both will,” Bear confirms. He keeps his hand on my back as Sawyer bends down and kisses me.
I lean into his lips to the soundtrack of shocked gasps. When I straighten, a few old ladies are hustling away, mouths open and eyes round.
“Sounds good,” I tell him and wave his Jeep off.
Bear hovers at my elbow, a giant James Bond. I have no idea where he found a tux in his size.
I pivot slowly, hearing the ending movie credits music start to play. Bear’s hands close around my waist.
“So,” I keep my voice as normal as I can. “Wanna play?”
Epilogue #1
“This is incredible,” I tell Bear as he hands me a glass of champagne. As I spin on my heel, taking in the gallery full of Sawyer’s photography, he keeps a hand at the small of my back. He’s pretty possessive tonight. Not surprising, considering the final part of the exhibit are six pictures of me wearing nothing but freckles and salt spray.
A woman turns from examining a photo, sees me and does a double take.
“Is that…?” She points to me and the group turns to compare me to the black and white photos on the wall.
I sip my champagne, wishing the glass was bigger to hide the red in my cheeks. None of the pictures show more than a hint of my naughty bits, but with all the skin on display, they might as well. With the ragged bluffs behind me and the sand and surf curling around my naked body, I look like part of the landscape, my curves as timeless and epic as the rocky cliffs and sky.
I check the price tag, but the little cards all say “Private collection. Displayed with permission of the owner.”
“I guess it’s good that Sawyer sold something, but it’s weird to think my bare ass is going to be hanging on some rich art collector’s wall,” I remark.
“Not happening,” Bear growls. “I bought them all.”
My mouth falls open. “Are you gonna display them?”
“Why would I?” He bends down to press his forehead against mine. “I’ve got the real thing.”
I slide a hand along his cheek, angling my face for a kiss when a cocky voice breaks in.
“No, no, none of that please.” Sawyer strides up, looking dashing in his tux. “At least, not while I don’t have my camera.” He winks at me.
I glance at Bear and he nods. With a happy cry, I throw myself into Sawyer’s arms.
“I take it back,” he laughs. “You can have all the PDA you want.”
“That’s a double standard,” I tell him.
“It’s a double something,” he hugs me tight, pressing his dick against me before kissing my cheek. Throwing an arm around me, he turns me to my handsome date. “Well? You takin’ care of my girl?”
“She’s mine,” Bear corrects. His eyes heat me.
People are staring but I don’t care.
“Now, boys,” I step between them, a hand on either chest. “There’s enough of me to go around.”
“Oh, so it’s happening?” Sawyer asks. I don’t understand but Bear nods, stepping close to claim me again.
“Tonight.”
“What’s this about?” I ask.
Bear turns me to him and dips his head. “We never had our final round.”
Confusion flits over my face. His forehead meets mine, rocking gently.
“Not what you think. This isn’t the end of us. It’s the beginning. Sawyer and I want to do what we planned, to celebrate the end of the competition, and the start of something beautiful?”
“Yes,” I reach up to twine my arms around his neck. “I’d like that.”
Someone comes to ask Sawyer a question. Bear hands him a white keycard and gives him our room number before he turns away.
“Come on, baby.” Bear takes my arm and steers me towards the exit.
“We’re leaving already?”
“Not exactly,” he pulls me into the private bathroom and locks the door. “Bend over the sink,” he commands.
“Now?” I’m already turning.
“Now.” He smacks my bottom and pulls my dress up over my hips.
I glance over my shoulder and he’s got a bottle of lube and a butt plug.
“Seriously?”
“I gotta get you ready.” He strips down my panties. “Lean forward, legs apart.” His fingers delve into my cleft, spreading lube and probing my rear entrance. “Reach back and spread your cheeks.” By the time he works the plug in, my pussy is dripping.
“There.” He wipes away the excess lube, pulls up my panties and fixes my dress.
He makes me wear the plug through the rest of the exhibit and the ride back to the hotel.
By the time the doorknob to our room turns and Sawyer walks in, I’m desperate. “Fuck.” He stops in his tracks.
I’m stretched over the bed, arms tied, and rear pointed towards the door. The butt plug winks at him from between my cheeks. “Evie,” Sawyer murmurs, coming the rest of the way to trail his fingers over my ass.
“She’s ready for you,” Bear tells him. Bear’s been teasing me with a vibrator and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. “I’ve been training her, and she’s done very well.”
Sawyer’s fingers on my skin still. “Does that mean—”
“You can take her ass if you want,” Bear says to Sawyer magnanimously. It’s so hot how he assumes ownership of my body. I squirm until Bear lays a hand on my back. “Be still, baby. You’ve done so well. Please Sawyer and you can come.” He strokes my back as a second set of hands explores my naked body as if getting reacquainted. It’s only been a week and a half since Sawyer left, but Bear has put me through my paces, making it clear how he feels about me. Boyfriend Bear, Bossy Bear, I’ve got it all.
“Evie,” Sawyer bends down to meet my eyes. “Is this okay? Do you want this?”
“I do,” I reassure him. “I’ve been looking forward to it.” What I have with Bear is completely satisfying, but the thought of playing with both of them sends my libido into the red zone.
“And your ass?” Sawyer cups my rear. “Is it ready for me?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I roll my eyes and he smacks my ass before massaging it.
“I don’t know,” he says, morphing into Stern Sawyer before my eyes. “I think it’s not red enough for me.”
“Yes, daddy,” I murmur submissively and he fumbles with the fastener on his pants.
“Suck it. Make me feel good while I spank you.”
I open my mouth and do just that, humming happily around his cock as he smacks my upturned ass. In no time, he’s ready, moving around to work the butt plug in and out of my bottom, admiring my stretched hole before pushing the plug back in.
“You want this?” he asks. I moan, nipples turned to diamonds.
“Yes, daddy, please—”
“Fuck,” he mutters like a prayer for the second time tonight. The plug leaves my ass with a pop. He sets his cock at my gaping hole and pushes in. I wriggle, trying to get comfortable.
“Stroke her clit,” Bear advises. “If you do, she’ll come on your dick.”
“Fuck, yes,” Sawyer rocks gently in and out of my ass, his fingers finding my wet folds.
“Daddy?” I crane my head and Bear nods.
“You have permission to come.”
I shiver. It’s so natural and hot, how Bear takes control. Sawyer’s finger finds the right spot and I make all sorts of needy noises.
“That’s right, dirty girl,” Sawyer mutters. “Give it to me. Come with my cock up your ass.”
Tingles spread over my back, my orgasm making my pussy and asshole clench. Sawyer goes off on a cursing spree.
“Feel good?” Bear asks, amused.
“Her ass is milking my cock. Oh, fuck—”
A large hand on my neck makes me look up. Bear smiles at me, his bobbing cock filling my vision before sliding into my mouth. I suck and lick just the way he likes, the way he’s taught me. The sight of us must send Sawyer over the edge, because he gasps and bangs out his climax. Once he pulls out, Bear flips me over and takes his place between my legs.
“Come as much as you want, beautiful,” Bear says before sliding in and bringing me home.
“Was that enough for you, baby?” Sawyer asks later. I’m in the middle of the king bed in his arms with Bear at my back. Bear’s letting me snuggle with Sawyer but I can sense him waiting to tug me into his arms before I fall asleep so he can spoon me.
“No,” I smile. “I’ll never get enough.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I shiver. Bear was right. This wasn’t the end of the game.
This is the beginning.
Epilogue #2
“You look so beautiful,” my cousin Genevieve breathes, pulling my veil down.
“So do you.”
“Pssh,” she waves a hand while the other rests on her belly. Her nice, round, pregnant belly. “This is your day.” She takes my arm and turns me to the mirror. “Look at you.”
“Look at you. You’re glowing.”
“So are you.” We grin at our reflections. My cousin is willowy, I’m curvy, but we’re both stunning. Why did I ever think it was a competition? There’s enough beauty in the world for both of us. “Now go sit. I know your feet are killing you.” Genevieve didn’t want to be a bridesmaid, in case of early labor, but she insisted on helping me with as much of the wedding planning as possible while I was busy with my first tax season as an independent bookkeeper. “You did the same for me,” she argued when I protested, and I gave up. She actually enjoyed picking out the right shade of roses to match my blue wedding dress.
A few minutes later, I walk down the aisle towards the two gorgeous men waiting at the altar.
Bear and Sawyer straighten when they see me.
I smile at the blond before taking my spot facing Bear. My soon-to-be husband.
“So beautiful,” he rumbles too low for anyone but me to hear. He pats his pocket, where recognizable blue lace peeks out. It’s not a handkerchief. He totally didn’t allow me to wear panties today.
My thighs clench and I have to remind myself that no one can tell. Not that people need a reason to judge. As we wait for the ceremony to start, I realize Auntie Jen snagged prime seating in the first pew.
“I heard she was dating both of them,” she whispers to a blue-haired friend of hers. Her pinched expression says slut!
“Really?” the blue hair breathes. “Good for her.” Blue hair cranes her neck to get a better look at my two men as the minister begins.
If only she knew. I’m with Bear now. His businesses were my first independent clients. Sawyer travels most of the year, selling enough photography to subsidize his surfing. Whenever he’s back in town, we invite him to play a little game with us…
So, I’m not surprised at the reception dinner when Bear leans in close.
“I have a gift for you,” he murmurs in my ear. “Sawyer’s free tonight, if you want him to join us.” He sits back and gives me a searching look.
I wet my lips. “May we...?”
“He can come play. As long as you remember you belong to me.”
“Yes, daddy,” I whisper. And as the crowd calls for our first dance, I follow Bear onto the floor, tucking my gorgeous curves against his giant frame. In my teetering heels, if I push up onto tiptoe and Bear leans down, I can just peek over his broad shoulder.
Sawyer’s on the edge of the dance floor. I raise my brows and wink at him.
The camera flashes once before he lowers it and winks back.
Mini-shiver.
I snuggle against Bear. Two guys, one wedding night. I better eat extra cake ‘cause I’m gonna need the calories.
Bear lifts his head when I chuckle.
“What is it, baby?”
“Remember our competition?”
“Yeah.”
I lay my cheek against his to whisper in his ear, “I win.”
Thanks for reading Bear & Evie & Sawyer’s story! If you’re in the mood for another sexy fantasy, check out Beauty & The Lumberjacks. Read on for an excerpt.
I’d like to thank my editor and proofreader, Miranda and Jane, and all my author friends and fans for supporting my career and writing. After writing Her Marine Daddy, I wanted a follow up with Dane’s brother Bear. I didn’t mean for Evie to be so in her head and insecure, but went with it. A lot of my heroines are reflections of me and my foibles; none more so than Evie. Dressing rooms were my nemesis until my thirties. I would’ve loved a daddy like Bear! But writing books is the next-best therapy. :)
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bsp; Thanks again for reading.
Smooches,
Lee
Excerpt of Beauty & the Lumberjacks
“The characters are brilliantly depicted…You should totally read this one!” —Reviewer on Bookbub
Beauty & The Lumberjacks
After this logging season, I’m never having sex again. Because: reasons.
But first, I have a gig earning room and board and ten thousand dollars by ‘entertaining’ eight lumberjacks. Eight strong and strapping Paul Bunyan types, big enough to break me in two.
They own me: body, mind and orgasms.
~
Sierra
A frostbitten breeze slices through my hoodie, pinches my skin and sweeps on, sending trash flying down the sidewalk. I hunch my head and clutch my backpack to my chest to give me a buffer against the wind. Even summer is chilly this far north.
Vacant buildings turn a blind eye to my progress. Halfway across an empty parking lot, a wave of sickness hits. I hurry to an alley and dry-heave. There’s nothing in my stomach but it cramps anyway, muscles tightening like a fist around emptiness. I slump against the dirty wall.
Not now. I don’t need to be sick on top of everything. I fumble in my stained backpack for my water bottle and swish some tepid liquid in my mouth. I don’t know if the metallic taste is from the tap water, old plastic, or some mysterious illness I’ve caught on top of everything else. It’s probably just hunger. It’s been way, way too long since I had a good meal.
The roar of motorcycle pipes sends me deep into the alley. They’ve found me. I plaster myself against the wall, garbage at my feet, and hold my breath. My eyes close like a child. If I can’t see the monster, it can’t find me.
The pipes fade into a truck’s hiss and rumble. They’re not here. I’ve run north, too far into the middle of nowhere. The Hell Riders will search the bigger towns of their territory, moving south. No one in their right mind would run north.
My hands shake, half from weakness, half from fear.
After a few minutes leaning against the wall, I make myself get moving. Across the street and up ahead, a big sign announces, ‘Randy’s Place.’ I cross the street, an obstacle course of broken pavement and half-frozen puddles, wincing as the mud stains my tennis shoes. I’m not at my best to go begging for a job. But I won’t need these shoes to be a stripper.
