Candy Ever After (Hot Candy Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  “But Mr. Connors can answer—”

  “I. Can. Answer.” Joel looms over the policeman, looking pretty menacing for such a pretty boy, all wide shoulders and bulging biceps. “I’m privy to all the information you need. Mr. Connors is my boyfriend and has told me everything.”

  The policeman’s face turns red, and I blink, a light ringing filling my ears.

  Did he say “boyfriend”? About me? To a policeman? As in, officially?

  “Who are you,” I ask him slowly, “and what have you done with Joel?”

  Joel turns to me, flashes me a wide smile and a wink, and returns to his job of intimidating the poor policeman.

  Holy… That didn’t just happen, did it?

  “Our girlfriend is waiting for us outside. I don’t like to keep her waiting,” Joel says, and I struggle to keep my face serious as he accompanies the guy outside—then pokes his head back in to waggle his brows at me and make me laugh.

  Then of course I’m cursing and gasping because laughing isn’t that good for my broken ribs and stab wound.

  Dammit.

  After that, though, Candy comes in and takes my hand. She reads from Harry Potter to me and when I get too drowsy to follow, she takes her glasses off and curls up beside me on the bed.

  I smile at her, her touch calming me. Between Joel taking care of the police and her stroking my cheek, I fall asleep, and this time there are no nightmares.

  ***

  My father’s father was a real bastard. He’d abused my father so badly as a child, it was a miracle that social services had found him alive after his father’s last murderous binge.

  Whether that was what turned my own father into a crazy murderer or not cannot be proven. I guess we’ll never know what triggered the madness. And why every five years?

  Another riddle. The police think it might be just a serial killer thing. A ritual. A pattern. He did have a thing for number five, I remember. He liked it.

  Christ.

  “Jet?” Candy always has a knack for knowing when I need her close. She sits beside me, laces her hand with mine. “Okay? You’ve been awfully quiet since that man from the police left. Did they find out anything else about your father?”

  “It’s all supposition. He was nuts, Candy pops.” I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. “He waited five years and came to finish me with the knife he killed my mom with. I just… Fuck.”

  I’m horrified by the threat of tears. I’ve cried more these days than I have my whole life. It’s like the stabbing really broke something in me. How am I gonna get it fixed?

  “He’s gone now, Jet.” She’s reading my mind again, or maybe it’s my face, who the hell knows? She puts her other hand in my hair, stroking, and my breathing eases. “It’s normal to feel like this. He’s your father. And he’s done gruesome things to your family and to you. It’s okay to hurt.”

  I’m not crazy. And I’m not alone. The nightmare is over.

  It’s okay. I repeat the words in my mind as she caresses my hair, soaking them in. It will be okay.

  And when Joel walks in with a shit-eating grin and informs me I’ve been cleared to go home, I can finally believe it.

  Epilogue

  A month later

  CANDY

  This bed is huge. Like, humongous. Joel wasn’t joking when he said he’d get the biggest bed they had. It’s in what used to be his bedroom, taking up most of the space.

  Joel isn’t on it, though. I check under a blanket.

  Nada.

  “Did you lose something?”

  Jet is standing at the door of what used to be his bedroom, now a room-for-all uses—mainly a room where they both throw whatever they don’t want to bother with putting away, from clothes to shoes to books and papers.

  Of course it’s officially called the Drawing Room, and there are also all of Jet’s drawing supplies and his folders of drawings, but nah. He prefers drawing in the living room, lying on his stomach on the carpet, or sprawled on the sofa.

  Or on the new ginormous bed.

  “Joel.”

  “He’s too big to lose, Candy girl.”

  “But he was here, like, two seconds ago.”

  “Ah.” Jet winks, jabs a thumb over his shoulder. “He’s helping me pick out a few accessories.”

  Accessories? “What for?”

  “Trust me?” He blinks those ridiculously long lashes at me, and I melt. I nod as he takes my hand and leads me to the bed. “Trust us.”

  “I do.”

  Besides, he’s bare-chested. How he thought I could ever refuse anything he asked of me is beyond me. I put my hands on his ribcage, run them up to his firm pecs, over his ink.

  The scars from the stabbing and the surgery are still dark, angry red slices in his pale flesh. I caress them and feel him tremble. His eyes go distant, and I know he’s remembering that night in the alley.

  I slide my arms around him, kiss a path from his shoulder to his neck. “Are you with me?” I whisper in his ear.

  He groans softly. “Always.”

  “The hell? You guys started without me?” Joel’s voice comes from the doorway and I turn my head to find him standing there, a wide grin splitting his face. “Fucking horny dawgs.”

  Jet snickers. “Seriously, dude?”

  Joel saunters in, a box in his hands. “It was worth it seeing that guilty look on your faces.”

  “We hadn’t even started,” I say and lick my lips. “You came right on time.”

  “That’s me. I’m always punctual, unlike Jet who’s always late.”

  A blush spreads across Jet’s cheekbones and I kiss his jaw, I can’t help myself, he’s so pretty. “Low blow, mate.”

  “But you still love me,” Joel says, reaching out to ruffle Jet’s hair.

  Jet swats his hand away and sticks his tongue out. “Asshole.”

  “You shouldn’t call your boyfriend names.” Joel tsks. “Your girlfriend may get upset.”

  I laugh against Jet’s neck.

  Jet’s diagnosis came last week. Dyslexic with some ADHD and low-level depression. Initially he was upset about it, but now he seems… easier in his skin. More confident. Glad there is an explanation as to why he failed school, why he has trouble reading and writing.

  He knows now that he’s not a loser, not stupid. He’s getting help, and he will take his GED test next month.

  I love this boy.

  Joel dumps the box on the huge bed and wraps his arms around Jet, managing somehow to hug us both in the process. “How are my favorite people today? Ready to play?”

  God, I love this boy, too.

  “Play, how?” I look from Jet’s flushed face to Joel’s smug one. “What are you two naughty guys up to?”

  “You wound me to the heart,” Joel says. “This is all Jet’s fault. I’m a good boy.”

  Jet snickers.

  I glance at the box. It looks ordinary and plain, sitting there on the comforter. “What’s in there?”

  “Toys.”

  I lick my lips. “Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?”

  “Now who’s the one with the naughty mind?” Jet mutters, smirking and starts walking me backward, toward the bed, Joel following.

  “What will you do?” I’m breathless with excitement. We’ve never used toys before. Never needed it, but it could be fun… I guess? I trust them both.

  “Patience.” Both of them climb up on the bed and haul me up until I’m spread in the middle of it.

  “We’ll play with you,” Joel says.

  “And pleasure you,” Jet adds.

  “And make love to you,” Joel whispers.

  “Make you forget your own name.” Jet runs his hand down my legs, then opens the clasp of my skirt and pulls it off me. “I’ve wanted to do this with you and J for ages.”

  Joel is tugging off my light blouse, and I lift my arms to let him. I’m curious, and nervous, and aroused. I’ve had lots of firsts with the boys, but I hadn’t anticip
ated this.

  Then again, lately we’ve been busy with so much else that sex has taken a backseat and settled into a gentler rhythm—what with Jet’s healing injuries, the investigation into his father’s motives, Joel changing jobs for a smaller company, a publishing company of all things—and my own fight with Connie.

  Connie who hacked into my computer, posted the picture of me and the boys and told everyone online who J and J are.

  She wasn’t shy about telling me why, either. Apparently, I’d let my readers down, and that was a punishable crime. Also, how dare I turn my fantasy into reality? So not fair. J and J were hers, she said, and I was selfish to want it all for myself.

  I was too shocked to even find the right words to reply. She’s entitled to considering my fantasy boyfriends her own, I guess—but my real ones? Nobody touches them and keeps their fingers intact.

  She got no reply from me. I hope she’s one of those people for whom being ignored feels worse than a heated argument. One can only hope.

  Bitch.

  I took down the story. Hell, I took down the whole blog. I know my fans are devastated, and I am really sorry, but my boys deserved it.

  I printed out the story for them. Joel smirked when I asked if he read it. Said he’s helping Jet with the more difficult words, like ejaculation.

  I’m pretty sure I didn’t use that word in my story.

  Did I?

  Warm hands pull down the straps of my bra and then cup my boobs, distracting me from my thoughts. “Where did you go?” Joel’s blue eyes twinkle as he looks down at me. “Are we that boring?”

  Laughing, I reach for him and drag him down for a long, deep kiss.

  “Guess that’s a no.” He grins, straightening, and reaches down to adjust himself in his sweats. “Damn.”

  Jet’s hands travel over my thighs, my stomach, then grab my panties and tug. His smile is wicked as I shiver, exposed at last. He strokes between my legs, drawing a moan from me when he brushes over my clit.

  “So pretty,” he breathes, then bends over me to give me a good, long lick that has me writhing. “So wet. And we haven’t even started.”

  “I want a taste,” Joel mutters, trailing his fingertips down my ribcage.

  “Don’t be greedy, dude.” Jet shoves at Joel’s shoulder. “We have a plan.”

  “You do?” I whisper, twisting to look at the mysterious box again.

  Joel gives me a fake military salute. “Always ready, Ma’am.”

  “That’s what Scouts say,” Jet says.

  “No, it’s not.”

  But who cares, really?

  “Here we go.” Joel drags the box toward him, and I tense.

  “Relax,” Jet tells me, stroking my belly.

  “How about this?” Joel pulls something from the box. A piece of string? With pegs?

  “Not yet,” Jet says.

  “This?”

  “Yeah.”

  “This” is a dildo. I think. It’s a light blue, and it has a strange shape. I swallow hard. “Um… Why can’t I just have you inside me? Do we need a dildo?”

  “You’ll see, sugar.” Jet’s hand parts my folds, stroking back and forth until I’m restless, aching and needing to come. “This will be good. Today is the day we pleasure you.” He presses his fingers inside me and I gasp as he strokes me inside. “The day we thank you for being with us.”

  “I don’t need—” He draws his fingers out and pushes my legs further apart. “No need for thanks, Jet, I—”

  Joel rubs the strange dildo over my seam, and I bite my lip not to moan. He’s coated it in lube, and it slides up and down, over my opening, teasing my clit, but not giving me enough friction to get off.

  “I want…” I lift my hands to his face, scrape them over the stubble on his cheeks. “I want you two inside me.”

  “This is just foreplay, girl.” He grins and pushes the dildo inside me, until I arch my back and pant. It’s not as big as Jet’s or Joel’s cock, but it’s big enough to spread me wide. “Oh yeah.”

  And he stops, leaving the dildo lodged in my pussy, my legs apart.

  “Now these,” Jet says, and I blink heavy-lidded eyes at the two pink rubber cones he’s taken out of the box.

  Then he bends over me and licks my nipples. They’re already hard and aching, and I moan as his tongue lashes at them.

  He fits the soft cup of one of the cones over one nipple, and I gasp as the cone tugs on it, like it’s sucking it in. He fits the other one over the other nipple, presses something on the tip of the cones and I groan when a buzz starts around my nipples.

  “They are nipple suckers,” Joel whispers, licking his lips like a cat about to pounce on his prey.

  “Ah…” Ohgod, ohgod. The vibrations travel from my breasts straight to my kitty, making it purr and clench. My hands are clawing at the comforter, my hips are helplessly lifting. “Please…”

  “Since you ask so nicely…” Joel’s hands trail down my hips and between my legs, his thumb flicking over my clit, then pressing the dildo deeper inside me, pressing at just the right spot that makes me see stars and—

  “Oh God!” Vibrations. Vibrations deep inside me, and my back arches off the bed as the pressure coils and tightens. I’m panting loudly, harshly, my body taut like a bow string, shaking on the mattress. “I can’t…”

  “You can,” Joel whispers, brushing his fingers over my clit, over the vibrator, then lower, dribbling more lube, rubbing it into my hole. “You will.”

  My brain is officially shutting down and leaving on vacation. My body is a universe of need and sensation, my pussy aching from the pressure.

  His finger pushes inside, rubbing me, a counterpoint to the vibrator, while Jet pushes the vibrator a tiny inch deeper in me, and that’s all it takes.

  I explode with a cry, the pressure shattering, pleasure drowning me. Their hands hold down my writhing body as exquisite convulsions wrack me, and I sob their names.

  I’m not even sure when the nipple suckers disappear, or when the vibrator is shut off and taken out of me.

  All I know is that when I finally manage to lift again my heavy lids and look around, they’ve shed their pants and are kneeling naked on either side of me, stroking their cocks, tugging on condoms and slathering them with lube.

  Then Joel is pulling me to his lap, pushing inside me, and I shiver as more pleasure pools in my belly. He was right. The vibrator was foreplay.

  This is the real thing.

  As Jet moves behind me, his cock breaching me, as they both slide inside me, I know I’m about to come again, to come apart, only held together by the two of them. They’re already moving, thrusting into me, their moans filling my ears, and I wrap my arms around Joel and close my eyes.

  This is it. The fantasy becoming reality, the fullness becoming pleasure, me and my lovers becoming one. Jet is gripping my hips so hard it hurts, Joel’s hands are on my waist, controlling my movements, and I feel them inside me swelling, hardening more.

  Close. We’re all so close.

  We come apart together, holding on to each other, riding the waves of release, sliding together like water.

  “Love you,” I manage as we slowly stop moving. “Love you both.”

  “You’re ours,” Jet says, kissing my neck. “We’re yours.”

  My Candy Boys.

  Acknowledgments

  To all my readers, thank you so much for your constant support, help, ideas and encouragement. You make an author’s life complete, you give me courage to keep writing and publishing, and you’re all amazing!

  Huge thanks to Jade West for her encouragement and help, to Tracy Comerford for her support and ideas, and to Sam Destiny for her constant encouragement and attempts to make me blush. More huge thanks go to Kerry Fletcher and Leah Joslin for their friendship and support, to Kia Zi Shiru for the amazing discussions about publishing and happiness, to Lisa Anderson for reading my mind, and to all of you for your friendship.

  Lots of love for my awesome
Street team with special thanks to Kerry Fletcher, Emma Johnston, Michelle McGinty, and Lainey Da Silva, as well as to everyone else who helps me with promotion.

  My love and thanks to my readers group and review team who rock my world every day with their helpful feedback, supportive comments, funny posts and general awesomeness.

  Special thanks to the people who wrote to tell me they liked the story, and especially those who proofread the story for me: Cheryl Jarvis, Brandy Freeman, Hilary Becker, Maxine McKormick, Courtney Jewell and Christine Indriolo and anyone else I may have forgotten. Thank you all!

  Like always, any remaining errors are my fault.

  Huge thanks to Helen Loyal for giving me the title of this book.

  As always, my gratitude to my amazing editor and to my formatter, 5 Times Chaos.

  A big shout-out to my cover artist, RBA Designs | Romantic Book Affairs (http://www.rbadesigns.com/) for the lovely cover.

  If I forgot to mention someone, please forgive me. I am grateful to every single person who has read my books, who has messaged me and supported me on this journey. I am here because of my lovely readers. May you all be well and happy. I am truly blessed to have such amazing friends.

  JO SAYS…

  I hope you have enjoyed this epilogue to Candy Boys! I had great fun writing it and I hope you had fun reading it.

  By the way, in case you were wondering:

  Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself is a real book.

  And ejaculating dildos exist.

  Moving on:

  This book is the epilogue to CANDY BOYS. Many readers wrote to tell me they would like to read more about J&J and Candy, so here you go.

  Many readers also said they would like to read more threesome romantic comedies, and therefore I decided to turn this into a series. Next in line is DIRTY PRINCES which tells the story of Brylee and her boys.

  I won’t deny I am having great fun with this series. I mean, I get to write funny stuff AND torture pretty boys. What’s not to like?

  That doesn’t mean I won’t write any more angsty, darker stories, though. I love all my characters and all my series. For instance, I am planning a spinoff series of Inked Brotherhood (the Lost Boys, as you may have guessed if you have read Inked Babies).