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The Promotion_A Reverse Harem Romance

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by Mika Lane


  “What can I get you, my friend?” he asked, leaning on the bar.

  “You got beer? I could go for a nice cold one.”

  “Coming right up.” He popped the cap off a couple Stella Artois. We clinked bottles and each took a big swig.

  “Great place you got here,” I said.

  Brade looked around, nodding. “Thank you. I like it, too. It’s my sanctuary.”

  “Do your fans bother you here? Do they know you live here?” I asked.

  “So far, it’s been pretty quiet. I do have security, though. Cameras out front and shit.”

  “Wow. That’s intense.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, it’s kind of a drag, but there are crazies out there. You gotta be careful.”

  “So, what’s our gathering all about tonight, do you know?” I asked when I noticed Maizy wasn’t there yet

  “Maizy told me she’s been getting to know a few different guys, you and me included. She seemed not to know how to choose one out of the bunch, so I encouraged her to bring us all together.”

  “Okay. That’s a unique approach.”

  “It is,” he said, shrugging. “I thought it’d be cool to meet her other guys. I like her. I want her to be happy.”

  “Cheers to that,” I said as we got started on our second round of beers.

  The doorbell rang.

  “That would be Maizy. Be right back.” He disappeared down the stairs, leaving me to imagine what she might be wearing when she entered the room, and what she might be wearing underneath it.

  As they mounted the stairs, I could hear her laugh getting nearer. Christ, the effect that woman had on me. My dick was already starting to come alive.

  “Anson!” she said, running toward me with open arms. She was stunning as usual, with a sexy dress tied at the waist, which swung around her legs when she walked. She planted a big one on my lips, and when she hugged me, I took a deep inhale of her hair. God, she smelled great—classic, maybe Chanel?—mixed with something clean and fresh.

  There was clearly no ice to break, there.

  Brade went behind the bar and popped open champagne for Maizy and a couple more beers for us.

  “Maizy, Anson tells me you work for his sister-in-law,” Brade said.

  Maizy rolled her eyes. “Yup.”

  “Yeah, Maiz, how’s the old evil Eva? Still tormenting you at every turn?” I asked.

  “God. You know it. Today she told me she didn’t like my shoes.”

  Brade’s mouth dropped open. “Get out of here. Your boss can say things like that to you?”

  “Well, I don’t know if she can. But she sure does. She’s a piece of work. I can’t imagine what she’s like at family gatherings.” She pushed her glasses up on her head and looked over at me.

  “You do not want to know. Let’s just leave it at that,” I said, thinking back to a few choice holiday dinners that were memorable, and not in a good way.

  “So, Maizy, why don’t you tell us why you called us together?” Brade asked.

  She cleared her throat. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn she was nervous.

  Actually, I was nervous, myself. I had no idea what the hell to expect.

  “Well, I’ve never been in this situation before, but I am dating some wonderful men.” She paused to look both of us in the eyes. “I feel very lucky. But I am having a hard time knowing which one I really belong with—and which one wants to be with me. So I thought, if everyone were open to it, I’d bring us all together, and we could get to know each other that way.”

  “Cheers to that,” Brade said. “Sounds kinda kinky, and I like kinky.”

  They looked to me. “It’s unusual,” I said slowly. “But I’ve actually done something like this before.”

  “Like what?” Brade asked.

  “Dated a woman who my best friend was also dating.”

  Maizy looked surprised but Brade was unfazed. I guess when you’re a rock star, you’ve seen everything.

  “Yeah,” I continued. “We both dated her until she decided she was more into him. They’re still together. They’re happy.”

  “That must have been rough, that she left you,” Maizy said.

  “I knew it could happen, going into it. I was happy for them.”

  “That’s what I call love, brother,” Brade said, extending his hand for what I call the guy handshake. “That you could look at their happiness and get happiness from it. That’s what life’s all about.”

  I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but I guess he was right. And it had been a while since I’d shared a woman.

  “That…is very interesting,” Maizy said. I could tell the wheels were turning.

  And I had a woman in front of me right then who I was dying to share.

  “C’mere, baby,” I said to Maizy. “Let me massage some of that worry out of your shoulders.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said, wedging herself between my knees where I sat on the barstool. With her back to me, she tapped her shoulders. “Right here, okay?”

  “I gotcha.” I looked over at Brade and gestured him over with a nod of my head.

  He positioned himself right in front of her, and while I kneaded her tight shoulders, his hands wandered up to her great tits. He leaned in to kiss her. A moan passed from her lips as she gripped my thigh for balance. Her other hand reached for Brade.

  As I worked her shoulders, I leaned forward into that gorgeous blonde hair of hers, just rubbing my face in it. My cock was rock-hard, and I scooted forward a bit on the barstool to press it into her ass. Seemed like she knew what I was up to, because she pushed her pretty little bum right back into me.

  Brade looked at her. “Maizy, what do you say we all retire to the bedroom?”

  She took a quick look back at me. “You good with that, Anson?”

  “Oh, hell, yeah. Lead the way.”

  CHAPTER

  Maizy

  Holy shit! I was about to sleep with two guys.

  Ohmygod.

  To think all this started with my bitch boss telling me I’d be more respectable with a man by my side. Well, I wished she could have seen me then, about to get it on with not one, but two hotties.

  Take that, Evil Eva.

  I held hands with both guys as Brade steered us up another set of stairs to a killer bedroom. First off, the bed itself was gigantic—how convenient!—and encircled with a giant canopy thing of floaty fabric. The floor was covered in thick oriental rugs, and there were heavy dressers and a dreamy little reading nook over in the corner by the window.

  I tried not to think about all the groupies who’d probably been in there before me. That was then.

  This is now.

  Before I could finish looking around, my slinky wrap dress was pulled over my head and thrown to the floor, leaving me standing in my nude thong and bra, thigh-high stockings, and four-inch high heels. In an instant, two pair of hands were wandering all over me, searing my skin with their heat, and leaving me with my head and heart in a twisted, confused, chaotic jumble of delight.

  I moaned loudly when one of the guys—I think it was Brade—pushed my thong to the side and ran his fingers along the slit of my dripping pussy. I was so soaked for him—actually both of them—that I couldn’t even see straight. I fumbled with someone’s shirt buttons, my fingers clumsy as hell. I pushed the sleeves off two broad shoulders and bent to kiss and lick the strong chest right in front of me. Some sort of animal had taken over inside me. I was loving every minute of it.

  While I was flicking nipples with my tongue, my hands wandered south to open a belt and fly, only to find someone going commando. A stiff dick popped into my hands while whoever was behind me continued to stroke me, back and forth, from clit to ass.

  Speaking of which. I was pretty sure it was Anson behind me, and I was pretty sure he was playing with my ass. Holy cripes, I’d never gone there, or should I say, no guy’d ever gone there. But as weird as it felt, it was also freaking awesome, and I didn’t want him to
stop. Ever.

  I kept my eyes closed, and all the sensation around me intensified. I didn’t know what to do with two guys. What if they thought I was boring? Or unsexy? Or lame? Or fat?

  Actually, I didn’t care if they thought I was fat.

  But so far, so good.

  I rotated a half circle in my high heels so I had a fresh victim to undress. A new pair of lips fell on my mouth, so entirely different feeling and tasting, but just as thrilling as the one a moment before.

  Shit. How did I get this freaking lucky?

  This time, I went straight for the pants. In three seconds, I was sliding them down some rock-hard thighs, leaving me with another stiff cock bouncing off my burning skin.

  Two hands came from behind to grasp my breasts, and those in front of me pulled me closer by grabbing the cheeks of my ass. I was sandwiched nice and tight between two hot as hell men. While the mouth of one bruised my lips, those of the other ravaged my neck. I figured I’d be covered with marks the next day, but that’s what cover-up was for, right?

  This new and unfamiliar bad girl naughtiness buzzed around my head like a noisy insect while four hands pillaged my sensitive body. I forced my eyes open and found myself facing my red-headed Anson.

  “Hey there. You still with us?” he asked in a buttery voice.

  “Mmmm,” I said with half-lidded eyes.

  “C’mon. Let’s get you to the bed.”

  I kicked off my heels as they lay me back. My legs were spread wide, and hands ran up and down the silky stockings I wore. My thong was pulled off, and a hot tongue commenced to plunder my tender pussy, my clit growing hard and erect. Anson sucked until I screamed.

  I was powerless at the hands of these men. Holy lord.

  Brade straddled my chest, his weight on his knees so he didn’t squash me, and pushed my tits together. His hard dick slid between them and ground into me, gliding in and out. He gripped my girls so hard, it actually hurt, and adding insult to injury, he squeezed and rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until I banged my head back against the bed. I dug my nails into his thighs. That only made him squeeze my tits harder.

  I had to admit—I loved it.

  He increased his speed, fucking my breasts like he was desperate. His breath came fast and hard.

  “Fuck, Maizy, I’m gonna come on your tits,” Brade groaned.

  “Give it to me. Come on me,” I begged.

  With that, a searing, hot liquid surged between my breasts and up to my neck and chin. He continued pistoning while his cum dripped onto the bed below us. I managed to get some in my mouth and savored the tang I was now coated with.

  “I want more,” I moaned.

  He moved off my chest and positioned his dick over my lips. I opened wide, and he lowered himself into my mouth so I could suck him clean. In the meantime, Anson worked his magic on my pussy. One finger entered me, rolling around in my juices. When fully seated inside me, he introduced another. His tongue continued to flick my clit, leaving me bucking my hips against his attentions.

  Brade moved away from my mouth and positioned himself behind my head. He pulled my arms over my head, pinning them, and watching Anson work me over.

  Fuck, it was all so hot.

  Lightning shot through my every nerve as my orgasm built to a shattering explosion. My head lolled while my guys watched me come. I shuddered from head to toe, whimpering like a fool.

  If I’d had any reservations about how these two would get along, they were gone now. The three of us could make quite the happy little family.

  It was a shame I’d have to choose one to get my promotion. But life was a weird fucking game.

  The guys had conked out on the bed (two guys! in a bed! with me!), when I slipped out of the room and downstairs to call Sparkle.

  “What?” she groaned.

  Yeah, she’d been sleeping.

  Whatever.

  “Spark, I just slept with two guys,” I whispered.

  Why was I whispering? The guys were at the other end of the house, and besides, were dead to the world.

  “WHAT?”

  I had her attention now. All grogginess had left her voice.

  “Maizy! I knew you had an inner slut. Was it good?”

  “Ohmygod,” was all I could say.

  She yawned. “Well, I’m proud of you, big sis. It’s something every woman should do at least once. Or, in my case, as often as possible.” She giggled quietly.

  “Is someone there?” I asked.

  “Oh, yeah. Penn’s here. He’s asleep though. Oh, wait, I think he’s waking up.”

  She gasped. “Oh…oh…”

  Gross. I did not need to hear my sister get it on with Penn, the brother of the guy I’d just messed around with. As it was, I’d heard her screaming through the thin walls of our apartment on more than one occasion.

  “Spark, I’m going now. Bye.”

  I hung up before she could respond with another moan.

  I pulled the blanket I’d grabbed off the bed around me and nestled into the overstuffed sofa in Brade’s living room. I was exhausted and a bit desperate for some sleep, but my mind was whirring at full speed.

  I’d had plenty of sex before, probably even more than the average girl. I was good with that. But I’d not taken the ménage plunge, and there were still two more guys, Cato and Von, to add to the mix. Who would have thought that I, a serious, hard-working paralegal, would be in a twosome, a threesome, and maybe even a foursome?

  Ha. If those judgmental fucks from the firm could see me now. I’d give them something to be scared of. They wanted me to pair off with a man in order to get my promotion?

  Well, I’d pair off, all right. Just watch me.

  Chapter 19

  Braden

  Well, damn.

  I woke up in bed with my new buddy, Anson.

  I wasn’t too freaked to be waking up with a guy. After all, I was a rocker, and I’d been around. I’d had way more than my share of threesomes and moresomes, and if my sword crossed another dude’s, I wasn’t going to sweat it.

  He seemed like an alright guy. And he sure did work over Maizy.

  Speaking of which, where the hell was she? I slipped out of bed, grabbed a thick bathrobe that had been a gift from someone—my manager or the record label, I couldn’t remember which—and slipped out of my bedroom.

  And there she was, in the downstairs living room, looking like a small and innocent angel, curled up on my massive sofa with a huge blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her blonde hair was splayed everywhere like a massive, crazy wave. I wanted to bury my face in it, but first, I watched her sleep. She shifted, pulling the blanket tighter, and made the slightest snoring sound. God, she was sweet.

  And I was whipped.

  There was no way she could know that, of course. At least, I hoped she didn’t know. Not yet, anyway. But I knew.

  There’d been something there the first time we met, when I thought she was a secretary at the law firm. Yeah, that had been a dick move on my part, to open my big mouth like I had. But the way she handled it, like someone who was a pro at dealing with assholes, just slayed me. As much of a douche as I acted like, she didn’t lose her shit. She kept her eye on the prize—keeping her client calm and happy—and I had huge respect for that.

  When my band was nothing more than a piss-ant operation playing dive bars and county fairs, it was easy to get down. I was tempted to throw in the towel many a time. The guys and I had any number of petty disagreements—disagreements that would tear a weaker band apart. But we didn’t let that happen to us. Just like Maizy, we kept our eyes on the prize.

  I knew how hard it could be to do that. And I knew how it could also pay off.

  And since that time, there had been untold masses of women who’d come and gone. It was weird as hell, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever understand it, but chicks threw themselves at entertainers. Athletes, too. It was the stupidest thing. I mean, the vast majority of us are some of the biggest asshol
es on the planet. What was in it for the ladies? I just didn’t get it.

  But I was the happy beneficiary of their strange fetish. And I took full advantage of it. I fucked more babes than Hugh Hefner, and somehow, miraculously, walked away with no diseases and no pregnancies.

  I was tired of it, though. Tired of the groupies, tired of the anonymous sex, tired of touring. It was time for a break. And time for some changes.

  Time to get to know this hot paralegal who used to be in a girl band.

  I pictured how she’d writhed on the bed when Anson went to town on her. God, I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything like it, such a beautiful woman letting herself go, enjoying having her pussy licked. And damn if my dick didn’t start to come to life just then, watching her snooze.

  She flipped over on the sofa with a small moan, and the blanket traveled with her, leaving her pretty little ass exposed. Christ, that gave me a full-on woody. I reached inside my robe and stroked myself slowly, squeezing the head of my cock just the way I liked it.

  I walked over to the sofa and got on my knees to get closer to Maizy. I took a deep inhale, and everything about her smelled like heaven. Even the slight scent of sex on her made my hard-on rage. I lowered the blanket slightly to brush my lips across her bare shoulder and watched her skin light up with goose bumps. She stirred and, still sleeping, flipped back over on the sofa, facing me. I bent to kiss her lips, and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” I whispered.

  She looked around for a second, and when she realized where she was, looked back at me with a sleepy smile. “Hey, yourself,” she said.

  “Looks like you might be naked under that blanket there.”

  She lifted it and took a quick peek. “I might be. What about it?”

  “Well, I was thinking of dropping this robe and crawling under there with you. Ya know, just for some snuggling.”

  “I’d be down with that.” She flipped back the blanket to make room for me, in the process giving me a perfect view of her perfect tits and shaved pussy. Man, I liked shit like that.

 

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