Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  The scalding hot water feels good on my skin. It drowns out the noise of Anders and all of my worries in life.

  I wrap myself up in a terrycloth robe and do my makeup. Jasper likes to live life on the edge. He’s kind of a bad boy, and I want to match his persona tonight.

  I leave my hair wild, curly. Put on my favorite jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket.

  And then, since I have time to kill till he comes over, I make myself a stiff drink. Scotch on the rocks with a twist.

  The amber liquid warms my body from the inside out. It does what it’s meant to...it takes the edge off.

  Suddenly, with the scotch in my system, my life feels a little less daunting.

  I leave Anders a note. I can only hope he’ll be home at some point to see it.

  Anders,

  I went out on a date. Stop blowing through our money. Stay home. Get clean. Call Dr. Pembroke. He wants to see you.

  Love,

  Aurora

  And then, I hear the roar of the motorcycle outside. I walk to the window and push aside the curtain. That’s when I see him.

  Jasper.

  My heart catches in my chest. An ache forms in the pit of my stomach, a dark need and desire. I want to see him, but then I don’t.

  The thought of being in his presence makes me nervous. The sight of him takes my breath away, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

  All the brothers look alike, and yet they’re so very different.

  Jasper has this wild sense of freedom about him that I want to behold.

  I want him all the time. I want him to dominate me in ways that I could never have imagined.

  As if he knows I’m watching, he looks up and sees me standing at the window. For a second, our eyes meet, and the fire between us is stoked.

  It’s a good thing I’m wearing jeans and my favorite lacy thong. I’ll need all the fabric I can get to stop the wetness from flowing out between my thighs.

  I’m so hot for him already, and the date hasn’t even begun.

  Hurriedly, I run downstairs to meet him.

  Chapter 25

  Jasper

  When she walks toward me, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  The only way to describe her is angelic.

  Tonight, she’ll be my angel.

  She won’t be my guardian angel, no, she’ll be a different kind of angel.

  I grin. I still can’t believe I’ve gone against the brotherhood and broken the agreement. There’s a tiny bit of guilt settling in the pit of my stomach as I remember our conversation and the promise we made. Luckily, it was only verbal and I didn’t swear to anything in blood.

  We agreed not to pursue Aurora. End of story. No phone calls, no flowers, no dates, no contact.

  What can I say? I’m a Grayson through and through. We’re ruthless. We’re arrogant.

  And once we make up our mind about something, we fucking go for it.

  And I’ve decided to go for Aurora.

  Once I saw her, I knew I had to have her. And once I fucked her with my brothers, I knew I had to see her again.

  Life’s like that for me.

  I see, I conquer. Wasn’t that just like some Roman Emperor?

  I would have made a fucking fantastic Roman Emperor. I’m tough and god-like. I’m not squeamish or fucking afraid of anything.

  “Wow,” I call out to Aurora, who slows her step a little.

  Yeah, she looks as gorgeous as ever and, luckily, she’s dressed to take a little ride.

  “Promise, she doesn’t bite,” I pat the seat of my motorbike.

  She takes the last few steps a bit quicker. I use the moment to feast on her features. Those eyes are drawing me in. If I’m not careful, I might drown in them.

  In her.

  If I had to describe her in one word it’d be perfect. Being the man I am, I’ve had plenty of beautiful women—but Aurora was unlike any of them.

  She was one of a kind—a luxury model and way above any other woman.

  “You ride a motorcycle?”

  I chuckle. “No, I just brought it to show you.”

  It’s her turn to raise an eyebrow. “Okay, sorry, couldn’t resist. Yep, I ride a motorcycle. You’ll love it.”

  Hesitation is written all over her face. I can tell she’s probably never been near one of these machines before. She doesn’t know what she’s being missing.

  I hand her a helmet. “Just put it on like this,” I demonstrate, and she follows.

  Fuck. She looks even hotter with the helmet than I imagined.

  “Jump up behind me and hang on.”

  As soon as her arms wrap around my waist, I can feel my cock harden. She clutches me tightly.

  My right hand turns the throttle, and my baby comes to life. I ease us off the curb and into the traffic. This time of night, we have most of the road to ourselves, and I fly down the streets.

  Her body is pressed against mine. It reminds me of a python wrapped tightly around a tree branch. I can feel her nipples harden against my back.

  The way she’s straddling the bike, pushing her hips into my back, sparks of electricity and connection flow between us. It’s evident, though the roar of the bike drowns out any noise. Only she and I exist in this world.

  We complete each other. She follows me with ease when I lean left for a left curve and right for a right curve. I can feel her body relax but not her grip.

  Effortlessly, we power along the road, burning up the tarmac and approaching our destination.

  When I stop at lights, she stays glued to me. Her chest is rising and falling against my back. Even through the material of my clothes, I can feel each of her muscles move.

  I can feel my own heart beat a little faster than usual. My senses tingle. She smells delicious.

  It sounds impossible, but I’m sure I can feel an increase of body heat between us. Tiny flames lick at my insides where she touches me. Judging by the continuous movement of her body forward into me, she’s reveling in this as much as I am.

  This feels so fucking awesome that I’m tempted to keep driving off into the sunset with her at my back, squeezing my abdomen and my muscles in a rush of fear and anxiety.

  Her hesitation turns me on. It means she’s nervous around me, and I take that as a very good sign indeed.

  When I reach the club, Ecstasy, I stop. It takes her a sec to let go of me.

  “Wow,” she cries out when I take the helmet off her, and I’m pleased to see her cheeks are a little red.

  “Told you you’d love it.”

  “It’s great…but I think there’s another ride I’d enjoy more.”

  My eyes widen, and I grab her hand. A woman after my own heart. Her words tug at my cock, and if I don’t take her into the club now, I fear we may end up behind the club, in the freezing cold, having a quick fuck.

  Once we step inside, warm air, dim lights, and a large crowd of people greets us.

  All around me, I hear people whisper my name, looking to get my attention. I’m used to it. It happens all the fucking time.

  Actually, most of the time, I switch it off.

  You can’t go through life paying attention to ordinary people if you’re extraordinary.

  And I fall into the latter category, if I do say so myself.

  I mean, I’m a fucking billionaire. I’m the hottest guy around. And people, men and women alike, throw themselves at my feet.

  Who wants to be ordinary anyway?

  Of course, I haven’t come here to make fucking small talk. As I take Aurora to the VIP area, I make some necessary introductions, but I don’t stop to engage in useless small talk.

  Tonight, I don’t feel like talking useless dribble to people who’re already a few sheets to the wind.

  Aurora sticks close to me. She smiles politely at the people I introduce her to, but I can tell she’s about as interested in this as I am in gardening.

  Finally, I’ve got us into the private booth. Along the away, I order vodka. />
  We settle into our seats, and I take a moment to drink her in. I don’t think I’ll need an alcoholic beverage again as long as I’ve got Aurora around to feast on.

  “Thank you for taking me out,” she starts, and I notice how she plays with her own hands.

  To ease her nerves, I put my arm around her.

  “I couldn’t get you out of my mind after that very special night we had,” I confess and am pleased to see she responds to my touch and relaxes into me.

  Our drinks arrive, and I pick mine up. She follows my example. I hold the glass out to her.

  “To us,” I toast, and she bows her head a little.

  If I had expected her to take a sip of her vodka in a lady-like manner, I’d have been wrong. She empties the glass in one big gulp.

  I order another.

  “It’s a bit cold on the back of a motorbike,” she smiles at me. “This really warms up your insides.”

  So mesmerized am I, I can only nod.

  For a while, we sit in silence. I notice her curious expression and the sadness I had noticed the very first time I’d seen her. Her eyes look around, soaking up everything around her.

  “Tell me about yourself, Aurora,” I invite her and smile.

  My arm is still over her, and my index finger traces invisible circles on her shoulder.

  “Not much to tell, I’m afraid,” she starts, and this time she takes a sip of her vodka.

  “I don’t buy that.”

  She laughs. It’s a nice laugh. It warms my heart.

  I want to hear her laugh all the time. In fact, I want to make her laugh.

  “It’s true. I live with my brother Anders, and we run a company together.”

  I watch her closely. A myriad of emotions crosses her beautiful features.

  There’s so much more she’s not telling me. She’d be a fucking hopeless poker player.

  “Interesting. What about your parents?”

  At the mention of the word parents, she flinches. I regret my words. I forgot that she told us about them dying.

  Nice move, dickhead.

  “Sorry—” I start and scramble around for words to smooth things over.

  “It’s okay.” She interrupts. “It might help to talk about it.”

  I wait.

  “My parents died in a car crash.” She’s speaking so softly, I have to lean in to hear her. “It was terrible and unexpected and a total shock. Anders didn’t…hasn’t been coping well at all since the accident. Ever since they died, he’s been struggling with a drug addiction. And now all I worry about is the phone call I might get one day to tell me he’s dead, overdosed, or something.”

  Fuck.

  Her story pulls at my heartstrings. Usually, I don’t care to hear about other people’s shit. I mean, who wants to hear someone else’s problems? We all have enough of our own disappointments.

  But with Aurora, it’s different.

  Now all I want to do is find her dickhead brother and straighten him out. How the fuck could he be such a prick with such a beautiful woman like his sister to take care of?

  I’m not sure what to say after her revelation, and so I do the only thing I know how to do.

  I put my finger under her chin and turn her face toward me. Then I move in until my lips meet hers.

  Sparks.

  Electricity.

  Chapter 26

  Aurora

  Cool vodka coats my throat. Women dance onstage to burlesque music. And waitresses wearing practically nothing walk by with drinks.

  Maybe it’s the alcohol hitting my system…or maybe it’s the fact that naked women who are embracing their sexuality surround us.

  I don’t know what it is about this place that made me open up to Jasper so freely. For once in my life, I feel like a naughty girl.

  Unbidden desires are coming to the surface. I feel like I don’t have to keep up the appearance of being so perfect.

  After all, I saved my virginity, because I wanted to make my parents proud. And then what happened?

  They died.

  They fucking died, and my brother is an addict, and my life is a mess.

  What was the point of all those years of saving myself? What was the point of trying to be so perfect when eventually the walls would come tumbling down anyway?

  I tried to make everyone proud, to be the perfect daughter, and it was all for nothing.

  I look around the club, and there’s all manner of luxury and open sexuality. I feel like a different person. I feel like the real me is coming out at last, and it’s all thanks to Jasper.

  He’s talking to some people in the VIP area. I just watch him and think how handsome he is. I’m extremely lucky to be here right now with such a man.

  As I look at him, my insides start to flutter, and electricity flies between us. I think that maybe saving my virginity was a good thing, because doing so meant that I could give it to the Grayson brothers. I’m starting to become entranced and enraptured by each of them.

  I’m starting to think about them constantly.

  Jasper seems so tough on the exterior, but tonight, I’ve seen a different side of him.

  Maybe that’s what made me open up so quickly. For some reason, I just felt like he would understand my circumstances, and he certainly did.

  That makes him more attractive to me than ever. But at the same time, my heart is continuing to beat hard against my chest, and I know that I want more. I know that he’ll give me more.

  It’s just a matter of time.

  Jasper walks over to me with a guy.

  He introduces the guy and says, “Aurora, this is my friend Bobby. He’s a common fixture here, and he really wanted to meet you.”

  I rise to greet him and use my best manners. We might be in a strip club, but it’s an elegant one, and besides, I’m always sure to have manners with people. My parents taught me to treat every person equally, whether it be a homeless beggar or a multimillionaire.

  That, to me, is the meaning of class. And I’m nothing if not classy, if I do say so myself.

  Besides, Bobby looks nice enough. I extend my hand, and he takes it.

  With a grand gesture, he kisses it and stares up at me while doing so.

  “Hello, Aurora. So you’re the woman to claim Jasper’s heart. You know he never dates. He’s not a one-woman kind of guy, not by any means.”

  He says this as if it’s some great secret I should know. As if it wasn’t obvious right from the start that Jasper’s a player. Bobby’s comments get to me, though, and they make me feel suddenly uneasy.

  Jasper moves in to pull me away from him. I’m glad he does, because I can tell Bobby’s eyes are all over my body, and I don’t appreciate it especially when I’m on a date.

  “No, Bobby, she’s mine, and she’s somethin’ special...like you wouldn’t believe,” Jasper says almost through gritted teeth. “We have all manner of girls for you in here. Just don’t touch my Aurora.”

  My Aurora. He just called me his Aurora.

  “Well,” Bobby bows out gently. “It was nice to meet you, Aurora.”

  Jasper takes a seat next to me and says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d be so all over you like that. I’ve known Bobby a long time, but I wasn’t expecting him to make those comments and to hit on you in such a blatant way.”

  “But, Jasper,” I say to him. “He didn’t hit on me. Yes, his eyes might’ve grazed over my body, but that was about it.”

  He pulls me closer into his side and says, “I’m possessive of you, baby. I can’t help it. Just seeing you talk to another man makes me go crazy.” His eyes turn dark. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Of course,” I say, looking into his stormy eyes.

  “From the moment I met you, you’ve been driving me fucking wild. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And I feel jealous and possessive. Is that okay?”

  I look at him with wide eyes and try to take in what he’s telling me.

  He’s been think
ing about me this entire time? I wouldn’t have known it, because he didn’t contact me after our first night together. But the idea of Jasper being so obsessed with me to the point that he’s willing to dismiss a friend…well that turns me on.

  “Yes, it’s okay,” I say, not knowing how to deal with the extent of his possessive nature.

  I don’t have experience with men and so I don’t know what this means.

  But right now, Jasper’s eyes are all I need.

  He’s not watching the girls who dance on stage. He’s not watching any part of the burlesque show. His eyes don’t even look at the waitresses who walk by.

  They watch him with lust in their eyes, like they’d like to see me out of the picture.

  But his dark eyes remain steadfastly on me. He’s intently focused on me for the entire night.

  And I know that for now, I’m all he wants.

  He feeds me chocolate martinis, which I think is fitting, considering the fact that my parents own a chocolate company.

  Wait.

  I guess I own it now.

  We sit in the VIP area, just the two of us, and get to know each other better.

  “Aurora, you were so open with me that I feel like I should return the favor,” he says. “I never talk about this, not with anyone.”

  I take a sip of my martini and don’t say a word. I just want him to open up to me, to feel like he can trust me with his innermost secrets.

  “You told me about how your parents died and about your brother’s addiction. I’m sorry to hear about all of that, you know I am. But at the same time, I can relate. Like we said, our dad died not too long ago. His name was John James Grayson, and he was a fucking legend in this town. But now that he’s gone, my brothers and I have torn apart the company. We’ve broken it up into three pieces.”

  “Are you serious?” I say.

  I knew the Grayson brothers had a competitive streak, but I had no idea it went this deep. Suddenly, I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into by trying to date all the guys.

  “Jealousy and competition have torn us apart, Aurora. I’m a triplet, and yet I can’t even stand my two other brothers. I can say in all honesty that I fucking hate them.”