The Promotion (Contemporary Reverse Harem 3)

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.