24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy
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I stretch lazily in my chair, remembering every turn of the path that led to me being here right now with Magnus, and look up at the first glowing stars in the sky with a smile. There’s a slight breeze in the air but the night is a warm one, the fingers of summer already reaching for the green hills of Genoa.
I hear Magnus’ footsteps coming from inside our bedroom, and I turn back on my stretcher to see him walk toward the balcony. “Hey, babe,” Magnus whispers, leaning down and planting a kiss on my cheek. I look up at him, smiling, both my hands on my oversized belly.
“Hey there, handsome,” I whisper back, and he sits by my side. We’re sitting on the balcony of our room in a villa in the vicinity of Genoa, one of Italy's most important port cities. The sun has just set, but its orange glow still falls over the world like a curtain, and I can’t help but feel like I’m inside a living picture.
“How’s my boy?” Magnus asks me, slowly reaching for me and caressing my bump.
“Girl,” I correct him with a laugh, but he just shakes his head.
“Nah, it’s a boy. I can feel it,” he tells me, a smile on his lips.
We decided against knowing beforehand if it’s going to be a boy or a girl, but now we find ourselves betting on who’s right. I tease Magnus by telling him it’s going to be a girl but, deep down, I think he’s right - there’s a miniature Magnus growing inside of me.
“Did you know everything would turn out the way it did?” I find myself asking him, looking at him with a gentle smile. He smiles right back and, leaning toward me, brushes his lips softly against mine.
“I didn’t have the slightest clue,” he shrugs. “I just knew I wouldn’t leave your side, come hell or high water.” Without saying a word, I reach for his hand and squeeze it in mine; this time I’m the one leaning in toward me, planting a kiss on his lips.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, feeling the warm summer breeze caress my skin.
“So do I,” he replies, softly pushing me out of my stretcher and taking it for him. He pulls me into his lap then, and I swing my legs over his, my arms laced around his neck.
We sit there in silence, the steady chirping of crickets filling the atmosphere around us. Closing my eyes, I press my head against his chest and take a deep breath. Sometimes happiness is as easy as this - one smile, one kiss, one hug. And, with Magnus by my side, happiness has never been any easier.
If I had to describe my life with one word right now, I know exactly which one I’d use.
Felicità.
Time For Some Short Stories!
I have two short stories.
Lana’s Market, a short story by Dark Angel.
All followed by, Lana’s Gamble, which is a short story by Dark Angel.
Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.
Our goal in this is simple.
To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.
Thank you so much for reading!
xoxo
Alexis
Lana’s Market
“Don’t worry too much about it babe.” Anders puts his hand against the curve of where my neck and shoulders meet on one side, the other hand cupping my face. It is not a subtle move of possession but at this point, I don’t think he even realizes just how simply he claims me with his every touch.
Neither of my men do, but I notice...it is my job to notice.
My job. Ahh, so I’m still absolutely the luckiest girl in the world. Really, no complaints here. But something happened with my last book...and getting back to where I want to be is hard.
No, not the massive success of Virgin Market. I achieved that success but whether my book makes ten dollars in a day, or a hundred, it is reader emails that really make it for me. I have legit fans now and it matters more than those dollars.
But I wrote something I can’t really call off-brand -- Abby taught me to always be myself and I’d never stray from that, just like she never has -- but it was sweeter. “I blame you,” I say with a laugh as Logan walks in from the other entrance to my writing cave.
Anders strokes his thumb over my lower lip. The pad of his thumb tracing the pout of my lip makes me shiver, and I keep my eyes on Logan as I suck in the tip of Anders’s thumb. “Mmm,” I moan, because the taste of his skin is just the distraction I need.
“This book is just...different, but so much me,” I say.
Logan cocks his head to the side and laughs, kneeling down and crouching so that he’s only a little above my height now. He pushes his forehead against mine. “You’re you and that’s what matters. The story is going to be fantastic. You’ll have a much easier time if you relax.” Logan turns slightly and kisses my ear softly. “You don’t even have to relax the way we all generally prefer.” Whispering, his lips on my ear, he makes me shiver, too. Yeah, of course my men and I fuck constantly. I mean, I want to fuck them constantly too. But we’ve realized that too much fucking veers away from being inspiration and instead? Well, my energies are just best conserved for when I get past book hump.
That’s what we call it. Book Hump comes, and we don’t cum...until I get into a better place for the book and then I’m over the hump and they cum all over me.
Yeah, like I said...I am so not complaining. I’m fighting that war of art, one toe-curling orgasm from two feet of perfect man meat at a time.
Anders takes his hand from me and closes my laptop. He’s fortunate that my word processor will auto-save, because I can’t lose the words that I just wrote on Buyer’s Market. This book is the most important thing, to me, that I’ve written to date. I don’t want to lose any part of this perfect torment the book is giving me. It is hard to describe, but the reason I’m feeling weird is because I’ve skipped over the sex and written nothing but the moments leading to the sex...and I keep doing that. My characters are not anyone’s idea of a traditional couple at all. By all accounts, they shouldn’t be together. But that doesn’t matter to me in any of my books because when the characters speak, I just listen. I give them what they need. That’s the HEA, baby, with the heat! Except, I’m not bringing that heat right now. It isn’t like I’m suffering in the sex department. Holding off, partaking, trying to be reasonable -- there hasn’t been a sex diet for real life that has translated into proper portions in the book.
Now, some writers...they realize that they don’t love writing sex. Personally, I love seeing Abby’s eyes when she reads just how much sex I want in a book. She knows that’s how I thrive. And it isn’t like I don’t want to write the sex for Buyer’s Market. What has me concerned is that --
“Lana!” Anders says, touching my shoulder.
Logan scoops me up into his arms and carries me out of the room. “Anders didn’t close your laptop because he wanted you thinking about work.” Okay, I understand that, but I can’t leave my thought hanging. “I usually want to write all the sex first, but now I’m just so caught up in other stuff...the story...it is just getting really angsty and I wonder if these characters are just going to be boring to people. I know the sex will be hot but that won’t matter if no one likes my character,” I say, and I’m actually frowning.
I know that not everyone will like the story and generally I can accept that. But right now I’m just very upset about that...about the whole book.
“What you need is something I know you tell your characters,” Anders says in a low voice.
Logan puts me on the touch -- facing the back.
Anders walks around to the other side.
I feel the temperature in the room rise. Sex would be a very nice distraction right now, yeah, and I’m grateful for it. But, hey, writer, so even my hazily horny brain is wondering what Anders meant.
Logan is first to tease me. “Arms up.” His commanding voice practically demands on its own that
I obey.
My body is melting to comply.
Anders starts to pull my shirt up and I think he’s undressing me, but he’s not. He pulls my shirt up, and, because I am always wearing black shirts, I can’t see through it. A little makeshift blindfold. Very clever!
I feel hands on my body and I don’t know who they belong to. A thrill shoots through me. I love not knowing which of my men are touching me, or knowing what they are going to do. I trust them completely not just with my heart, and with so much more than my body. I trust them to satisfy me.
No, that’s not me being gimmicky. They totally understand what turns me on, what I want, and more than anything what I need.
“You know the stories that you want to tell within you. That’s not the problem.” Anders says, close enough to me that his lips graze my neck. “You just need to get out of your head.” “Pretty sure you type in your sleep, so yeah, that’s not going to be an issue.” Logan laughs and I feel my panties coming down. Yeah, I don’t generally work in pants, so there wasn’t much barrier between lust and opportunity, and my panties hold my thighs together but no longer cover my ass and pussy. “So we’re going to help because we love you and that’s what we do.”
“Yes, because you’re ours.” Anders practically purrs at me.
Fingers graze over my clit, and two palms are cupping my ass cheeks.
THWACK!
A loud smacking sound at the spanking hits me before the sensation of my clit getting spanked -- yes, my clit -- rushes through my body. I cry out and shudder, but I work to keep myself in place.
“You’re so wet already, Lana,” Anders says, and I can almost hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re always so wet for us,” Logan says.
“Yes!” My moan comes off as a desperate yelp as I feel fingers from two different hands -- two different men -- finger my pussy and start to pump fast.
I can’t think, I can’t breath, the sensation of them both touching me like this sending me into sensory overload.
And when the orgasm hits, I’m gone. I think of nothing and just feel the waves of pleasure corrupting every frustration and washing it over with pure bliss.
It is when the shivers come down that I commit that writer flaw. I collapse -- into the arms of one of my men though it was something of a trust fall because I thought the couch would catch me or something. But that’s okay.
My shirt is pulled off my head and I lie between them, and they’re cuddling me close...but ideas are already flowing.
I’m so spoiled! I’ve got two gorgeous men I’m sandwiched between.
But I know exactly what I need to write in Buyer’s Market. And like the characters I write, I have to go after what I want.
But I do still need things like inspiration and motivation.
“If my shirt’s off, so are yours,” I say with a giggle. I get a little giddy around them still. I totally blame love, my favorite thing ever.
“Sure thing,” they both say in unison.
So...yeah this may not be the first time that I ask my cover model men to take off their shirts while I write.
You’ve seen the covers though...you’d do the same.
I mean, those eight pack abs and the promise of those 24 inches make you buy the book.
Well, they inspire me to write them.
I can’t think of a better happily ever after than that.
Lana’s Gamble
I put my hands on my hips. I’m going to be taken seriously! Funny how your romance novel cover men don’t let you get away with anything, even though you’re an author...because they totally understand the business. Not a lot of guys do and normally I’m lucky, but right now I’m putting my foot down. “Seriously, I mean it, it is dark but sweet...you know how all those authors are doing cowboy books now? An alcoholic gambler who buys a virgin can totally be sweet!”
Anders is trying to keep his face straight, but Logan?
Logan just bursts into laughter. “You do realize everything we went through, you included, to get you writing dark.” There’s a kind look in his eyes that tells me I shouldn’t throttle him for this. Everything we went through was worth it, no matter what. After all, it brought us together. But he continues. “Now you’re telling us your next book is dark and sweet?”
“Babe,” Anders says, and he gets off the couch and walks toward me. I instinctively start to walk towards him, but then shake my head and walk back, keeping my hands on my hips. “Your idea of sweet and other people’s? Not really the same thing.”
Logan prowls toward me now.
No, I’m not going to win this today, but that’s okay because I think I’m starting to like taking the gamble. I guess I just have risk on the brain, and how could I not when such reward is present?
Logan tucks a finger into my cheeky panties and yanks me toward him.
Anders gets behind me and they both crush me against them, their mouths all over me. Honestly, I’m surprised I ever get anything done with these two around. Not that I’m complaining! Far from it. The feel of two incredibly sexy men crushing you between them and licking, kissing, nibbling all over your neck? Well that’s not the sort of thing any sane person would complain about. After all, it makes it pretty difficult to complain because you’re faced with the waves of sensation taking over your veins. Right now? I’m not sure I know my name.
Oh, that’s right. I’m Lana Hartley -- though to the rest of the world, and in my heart, I am Dark Angel. Abby made me part of the Naughty Angel Publishing family, and you know what they say about doing what you love? You’ll never work a day in your life. That’s funnily enough true for me, though my PA and staff writer chops give me an edge other authors never gleaned. I write all the words...and have all the sex.
A charmed life really. Like right now I feel Logan pulling off my panties. And I can feel Anders’s cock, his roving hands must have trailed down my body and to his pants.
Logan nibbles on my ear. “We just want to make sure you’re giving those readers what they want.” His warm breath on my skin makes my whole body stand up and pay attention. “So much of that sweet stuff doesn’t bring any fire.That’s just not you.” His whole palm covers my pussy, holding it possessively, and for a second I simply can’t catch my breath. Logan squeezes me
Anders brings the head of his cock to my pussy lips, stroking down my slit and making me shove my ass out at him with that touch. “We want you.” He laughs, a sexy sound that makes my nipples achingly hard. Is there anything better than a confident, sexy man laughing? If I had panties on they’d be drippy with how much he turns me on. “The whole world wants you, so you gotta deliver.”
“Yeah, though Abby could always spank you if the book doesn’t do well!” Logan’s hands delve under my shirt and squeeze my tits hard enough to make me yelp. “But don’t you think we should take care of you now?”
“I can take care of-” Okay I was gonna say a thing...and then the head of Anders’s cock started to slide into my pussy so slow that some other priorities came to mind. Now, I’m all moans while I lean forward and spread myself to take him. I’m aching for him, trembling already. Fuck, I needed this.
My hands grasp out desperately for Logan’s cock. Like the real gentleman he is, Logan brings that huge cock right to my lips. I kiss it, loving the soft, warm feel of a velvet-wrapped steel cock like his. A really impressive piece of equipment. I mean, it takes a professional to handle 24 inches...but when I wrap my lips around Logan’s cock and let all the moans from Anders fucking me add to experience, pretty sure I’m professional enough to take it.
Anders and Logan hold me between, like a little fuck toy they pump their cocks into. My shaky legs aren’t allowed to betray me now...and while I’m no Olympic gymnast or anything, you’d be surprised how much stamina you’ll bring to the table to make sure you can take two cocks at once.
I’m starting to see a pattern with how this whole running my story ideas by my guys thing works. I think I like it. It tastes lik
e heaven and makes the lingering soreness from being so thoroughly used just an added bonus while I write. Because I’m all for a fucking marathon...but right now I’m playing to win. My pussy squeezes Anders’s cock hard, swallowing every inch of him while I slam my ass back so we’re skin to skin, him burying himself in me again and again. My hands grip Logan’s hips hard but I can’t resist grabbing his ass and pushing his cock even further down my throat. I swallow him until he’s ready to blow. Then I swallow up everything he has to offer, the hot cum sliding down my throat is better than anything coffee has ever done for me.
“Fuck,” Logan groans, dropping down to kiss my lips and stroke my clit. “God, I love how you suck my cock.”
“Mmm, I’m so close,” I mewl, because right now I’m in that hazy stage where I’m really close to an orgasm but the cock feels sooooo good I don’t know if I want to stop.
Anders starts slamming harder into my pussy, hitting every spot so good I’m screaming out.
Logan’s fingers working my clit spin me into overdrive and my legs start to turn to jelly from how hard I’m cumming. Gasping, I try to stand, and I feel Anders pull his cock out of me and paint my ass in all of his cum. Logan steadies me and I focus on remembering how to breathe now that it feels like a fireworks show just went off in my body.
“Now go stick to that pretty chair of yours and get that story written. Make it hot, baby,” Anders says, smacking my cum-covered ass.
I stand up and narrow my eyes at him, but I’m smiling. I grab his hand and lick all the cum off his fingers, his palm. He tastes so good on my fingers that I moan a little and my clit twitches. But now I’m struck with inspiration for the scene in Gambling For The Virgin that I’ve been dying to write.
Yeah, I’m going to make it hot. But I already get what Anders and Logan decided to prove. You can make it hot, sticky, and sweet. And that’s the best, isn’t it?