My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Mom’s smile faded away and she looked between Dad and me.

Oh no!

Alarmed that she would actually start to worry about what I was doing with my three alphas, I rushed to reassure her and Dad.

“I do still want to be a novelist one day, but this job takes up so much of my time. Right now, my novel’s on hold. I’ll pick it back up, though,” were my reassuring words.

Dad looked unconvinced and with good reason too. Because during the time that I normally spent writing, I was in Alpha Prime's bed being impaled by all three men while moaning in bliss.

I belong to them now.

Life with my gorgeous rock stars was better than the plot of any novel. Maybe one day, I could turn all the excitement into an amazing fiction book. A novel about my experiences certainly wasn’t in the cards. The guys had made it more than known that I was never to discuss what we did behind closed doors. And hadn’t there been an non-disclosure agreement way back when I met with Helena that first time?

Doubts suddenly crowded over me. My stomach flipped over as I nibbled on my lower lip.

It was easier to think that my novel was just delayed for a little bit. I couldn’t admit that I’d given up on my career goals. No men were worth that.

Maybe my mother wasn’t so wise because Nick, Trent and Mason were irresistible. Neither my panties or my plans stood a chance once they touched me.

I couldn’t exactly say that with my dad in the room though.

“Don't worry, Bernard. I'm working on something.” The desperate lie rolled off my tongue. “It’s a new idea I wouldn't have even thought up if I wasn't working with Alpha Prime.”

“Really?” Dad sounded doubtful. “You know your old high school sweetheart just got a job as an editorial assistant at Bantam Press. Why don’t you link up with him? Might help you in the long run. It’s better to have connections in your field than connections to a bunch of drug-addled rock dudes.”

Rock dudes? Clearly he disapproved.

“The guys don’t do drugs,” was my soft protest.

“They also aren’t professional writers.” Bernard shook his head. “You know, I liked when you brought that other one home. He treated you really well, as far as I could see.”

“Can I just ask who you’re talking about?” I asked, furiously trying to remember. There weren’t any boys that treated me well in my past.

My father chuckled. “Darren of course. I ran into his mother at the store the other day. She said he tried to call you but your number had changed. I liked him. Good kid.”

That guy? Gross. Darren had been a slimeball who thought he could use me because I was curvy. I shook my head, staring at my plate.

Nevertheless, appeasing my father was easier than arguing. “Okay, Dad. I'll see what he's got to say,” was my low mumble.

“Good.” Dad nodded with satisfaction over his quickly disappearing meatloaf. “I know he'd love to help you out. That guy always did have a soft spot for you. His mom seemed pretty let down when she heard you weren’t in the area anymore.”

But the comparison was hopeless because back in high school, Darren was selfish and weak. By contrast, now I had three strong lovers who craved me, both emotionally and physically. They weren’t just in it for themselves. Pleasing me was at the top of their to-do list.

At just the thought of Nick, Mason, and Trent, my pussy clenched like a fist and started to drip. I squirmed, the soft cotton of my panties dragging against my clit.

The alphas were so good that they made me cum just with a few skillful touches. Being with my three men meant at least three orgasms every session—sometimes as many as six just because they were so damn competitive.

Soon I’d be back with my rockstars, safe in their arms. I couldn’t wait. Because our sessions have gotten wilder. Just yesterday, they bent me over the piano in their hotel room. Then, each one of them ate my pussy until I passed out from the intensity of the pleasure, thinking I’d flown to Heaven.

And now, my sweet folds were swimming in juices simply thinking about them. Later, when I got up from the dinner table, I was probably going to leave behind a wet spot on the chair. Oh god.

Yet the scene with them in the Manhattan hotel had been so hot. Alpha Prime had made me into a woman, drenching me with their essence, making me moan and scream with want. Stretched out between them, I was drenched. Every second with the billionaires was incredible.

“You okay, honey?” Mom asked with a knowing smile.

I cleared my throat and tried to pretend that I wasn’t blushing. “Yes, Mom. I'm fine.”

Dad glanced between me and Ethel, looking confused, but just kept on eating his meatloaf. I couldn’t blame him.