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Because you like me.

Right?

Right.

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So I told you guys that there wouldn’t be a post for MGB today, instead you were going to get a Truth or Dare post.

Well, unfortunately I can’t give you that either. I was laid up in bed all day in pain and nauseated so I got no writing done at all.

So tomorrow I will do a double posting. Actually it’s going to be a triple post because I have a special Friday post to do.

So, sorry to those of you who were waiting for the post. You’ll get them tomorrow.

Have a good rest of the day,

-Vicktor Alexander

When last we saw the boys:

“Kirkwood.” Dammit, did my voice have to sound so breathless and wanting?

“Hey Ashley. Having a little– uh conversation with your dick there?” Kirkwood asked, amusement tingeing his words.

“I– uh– I–” Fuck it! Now I really sounded like a blathering idiot. Talk idiot! Say something! Anything! Don’t just keep sitting there drooling over him. Speak!

“I’m supposed to be straight and I’m dating your sister but all I can think about is your cock in my mouth before you bend me over and shove your cock in my ass.” My words tripped over each other and with each syllable of idiotic truth I felt my body grow colder as all of the heat flew to my face.

Smooth genius, real smooth. You realize that you’re now going to have to leave because there’s no way on God’s green Earth that Kirkwood isn’t going to tell his sister what you just said to him and Tricia is going to freak. Be prepared to be dumped and kicked out of her house with nowhere to go. Speak, not spill.

******

“I-I need to go and get dressed. Excuse me,” I squeaked out, going to rush passed him when I felt my left arm grabbed in a firm grip seconds before I was turned and pressed up against the wall.

I had a second to gasp before my mouth was taken in a deep punishing kiss, Kirkwood’s mouth pressed down on my own, uncompromising, hard, bruising.

And so delicious that my knees buckled.

Kirkwood’s left arm, wrapped tightly around my waist held me upright as his right hand rubbed against the front of my boxers, teasing my erection. I didn’t fight back or push away. I couldn’t, I wanted him too bad, too much. This was too right for me to do anything more than moan and drop my bag before wrapping my arms around his neck.

Trouble? No I wasn’t in trouble anymore. I was fucked.

And now…..

I couldn’t breathe. I felt like my lungs were burning and that was the only reason that I was happy when Kirkwood gently pushed me away from him. Otherwise, I’d still be plastered against him, my hands around his neck, my fingers in his thick, blond hair. My eyes squeezed tight because the sensation of his hands on me were just too overwhelming. Breathing was so overrated.

My cock was hard and leaking and someone was whimpering, before I realized it was me. I stared up at Kirkwood, watching his lips as he spoke to me, carefully, poised and ready to strike. Kissing a guy wasn’t so different from kissing a girl… unless you were gay, then it made a world of difference. Apparently, I was gay, because as many times as I’d kissed Tricia I never whimpered. I could remember ever kissing someone and them making me want to beg them to touch me, to stroke me to please God, just be near me. Was it just because Kirkwood was my soul mate? Was it because I was discovering something new about myself? Or was it just Kirkwood?

I moved into Kirkwood’s arms when he reached out for me again, a low, rumbling growl sounding wrenched from his chest. Gods, I was so warped, because the sound of Kirkwood going all alpha male wolf with me made me want to lay down on my back and expose my stomach in a sign of submission to him.

That’s right, I watch the Discovery Channel and Animal Planet, so sue me.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re dating my little sister,” Kirkwood whispered to me even as his head lowered.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this. Besides, I’m not even gay,” I agreed even as I pressed closer to him, my arms going up around his neck again.

The feeling of Kirkwood’s erection pressed against my stomach made my knees weak and I shivered. His hands drifting down my shoulders to my waist and down to my ass made my mouth dry and my head spin. Oh gods, I was going to fall hard for him. Not just because he was my soul mate, my intended either. I was going to fall hard for him because he was the first person to make my brain shut off completely.

“Please,” I begged him. I didn’t know what I wanted, what I needed but I knew that Kirkwood could give it to me. I knew that Kirkwood would give it to me.

“I’ve got you baby,” he trembled in my arms as his lips crashed down on mine and he shoved both hands into the back of my boxers. His hands groped, caressed, kneaded and stroked the globes of my ass and I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. His kiss was bruising, his tongue was taking no prisoners as he devoured me and oh gods, how I loved it.

As the tips of his fingers stroked the crease of my ass before circling around my hole, I found myself trying to climb the older man. I wanted to become a part of him. I needed to be in him, under his skin. We needed to be one. Gods, I wanted the very thing that I’d been dreaming of, the thing that I couldn’t stop thinking of.

“Fuck me. Please Kirkwood, fuck me,” I wrenched my mouth away from his and pleaded with him.

“I will baby. Don’t worry, I will,” he said before I felt the tip of his fingertip slowly press its way into my hole.

“Holy shit,” I breathed out, the slight burn only adding fuel to the fire of my lust for him. If I didn’t get him in my ass in the next…

“Ashley?” Tricia’s voice was like a bucket of icy cold water being dumped over both of us. Kirkwood snatched his hands out of my boxers and stepped away from me, smoothing his hair with his hands and brushing them down the front of his pants.

I grabbed my bag and rushed off towards the bathroom to shower and change, briefly meeting the hot gaze of Kirkwood before I passed him and waving to Tricia quickly as I practically ran by her. I could only hope that she hadn’t seen the large wet spot on the front of my boxers, or the erection that was still struggling to get up, my dick apparently having not gotten the message that what I was doing was wrong. Not because being gay was wrong, but because cheating on your girlfriend with her brother, in their parents’ house, with her and their parents upstairs was wrong.

So very, very wrong.

But even as I turned on the water for my shower, I watched the door, hoping against hope that Kirkwood would find a way to sneak in there to be with me. The thought of him pressed against me causing my body to tremble even in the steamy bathroom. As I stepped into the shower my cock jerked at the thought that Kirkwood was still tasting me on his tongue and the fact that the fingers that had been on my ass and in my ass he’d ran through his hair and over his body. He would smell like the deepest part of me. He would taste me. He would see me for at least a few more days.

And even though I knew that I should feel guilty, I couldn’t help but feel happy and possessive and… wanted, because he’d kissed me. He’d grabbed and held me, even though he knew I was dating his sister.

I may be screwed. I may be fucked. I may be in trouble for what I was doing, the lowest form of scum on the Earth…

But at least I wasn’t in this alone.

Last Time on My Girlfriend’s Brother:

“Ashley? Ashley? Are you okay?” Tricia’s voice pulled me out of the most erotic dream that I’d ever had in my life. Kirkwood was pressing me down on the table, my knees pressed up by my ears as he pounded his cock deep into my entrance. I was just on the verge of cumming when she decided to wake me.

Tricia. Kirkwood’s sister. My girlfriend. Girlfriend.

Shit! I was semi-straight! I wasn’t gay. What the fuck?

I sat up in bed with a start and looked around, my eyes wide as I looked up into the concerned eyes of my girlfriend. Goddammit. I hope I wasn’t moaning Kirkwood’s name in my sleep.

“T-Tricia? What time is it?” I stammered out.

“It’s eight o’clock. You don’t usually sleep so late, Ash,” Tricia pointed out and I felt my face burn in embarrassment. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Hey Tricia, sorry I slept so late, I spent the night jacking off to thoughts of your brother and I only fell asleep a few hours ago, where I proceeded to dream about said brother fucking my brains out.

No, thank you.

I grimaced at her and pushed myself up into a sitting position on the couch. My mind raced with an acceptable excuse to give her and I finally gave her a grim smile as I latched onto the most plausible one.

“Sorry. It’s probably the couch. Kinda hard to sleep on it you know?”

Tricia nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. “I told you to come and sleep in my room once everyone went to sleep. Why didn’t you come?”

I opened my mouth to answer when the sound of Kirkwood’s voice drifted towards me from down the hallway eliciting a soft groan from my throat. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! How the hell was I expected to get through the Thanksgiving holiday without breaking Tricia’s heart if I was going to keep having a physical reaction to her brother?

I feigned a coughing fit, nodding my head as Tricia asked if I needed water and when she dashed out of the room, I whipped the covers off of my lap and glared down at my aching erection.

“Listen up. We are dating Tricia. We are not gay, we are straight. Yes, Kirkwood is our… soulmate and yes it would no doubt feel like heaven to have him fucking us into oblivion but we do not cheat. We are loyal to those we are dating. So stop with the whole… getting hard thing, okay? Just cut it out!” I growled, pointing my finger to my errant flesh.

The sound of choking laughter reached me and I froze. Turning slowly towards the sound I found myself staring into the beautiful blue eyes of the very man my cock seemed to come alive for. I opened my mouth to say something… anything, but no words came out. Nothing. I wasn’t just speechless I was struck dumb. The only word flipping through my mind was “Kirkwood” and with nothing else to say I said that.

“Kirkwood.” Dammit, did my voice have to sound so breathless and wanting?

“Hey Ashley. Having a little– uh conversation with your dick there?” Kirkwood asked, amusement tingeing his words.

“I– uh– I–” Fuck it! Now I really sounded like a blathering idiot. Talk idiot! Say something! Anything! Don’t just keep sitting there drooling over him. Speak!

“I’m supposed to be straight and I’m dating your sister but all I can think about is your cock in my mouth before you bend me over and shove your cock in my ass.” My words tripped over each other and with each syllable of idiotic truth I felt my body grow colder as all of the heat flew to my face.

Smooth genius, real smooth. You realize that you’re now going to have to leave because there’s no way on God’s green Earth that Kirkwood isn’t going to tell his sister what you just said to him and Tricia is going to freak. Be prepared to be dumped and kicked out of her house with nowhere to go. Speak, not spill.

Kirkwood opened his mouth to say something but Tricia chose that moment to rush back in with a large glass of ice water.

“Here you go Ash, this should help with the choking,” she said to me and Kirkwood and I both gasped at her words before I began coughing again, for real this time.

“My god! What are you choking on? You must have swallowed something really big last night for you to still be coughing today right?” Tricia asked me innocently and I could only shake my head.

What was wrong with her? Why was she saying all of this inappropriate shit to me about her brother and me and her brother’s cock and… oh wait. My eyes flew up to Kirkwood’s and I could see the blue darkening with some undefined emotion, even as the left corner of his mouth quirked up. Why was he looking at me like that? It was an expression I’d never seen before and I was someone who loved to always know what the hell was going on with people around me. The look on his face though sent a torrent of butterflies flying through my stomach and I felt my cock throb in my underwear.

It was at that moment that Tricia realized that I was sitting there with nothing on but my boxers and with a gasp she covered me up with the blanket. I would have thanked her, really I would have, but her father called her upstairs and with a small peck on my cheek she got up to see what he wanted. I watched her walk away, but like a rash that doesn’t go away, my eyes returned to Kirkwood’s face. His intense stare flustered me and I stood up quickly before grabbing my bag from the floor.

“I-I need to go and get dressed. Excuse me,” I squeaked out, going to rush passed him when I felt my left arm grabbed in a firm grip seconds before I was turned and pressed up against the wall.

I had a second to gasp before my mouth was taken in a deep punishing kiss, Kirkwood’s mouth pressed down on my own, uncompromising, hard, bruising.

And so delicious that my knees buckled.

Kirkwood’s left arm, wrapped tightly around my waist held me upright as his right hand rubbed against the front of my boxers, teasing my erection. I didn’t fight back or push away. I couldn’t, I wanted him too bad, too much. This was too right for me to do anything more than moan and drop my bag before wrapping my arms around his neck.

Trouble? No I wasn’t in trouble anymore. I was fucked.

I know that I haven’t done a MoMM post for a while. Chalk it up to being uber busy with writing and editing, but I found this picture on my Tumblr and it sparked a quick snippet to a longer story that I just had to share. So this part of the story called My Girlfriend’s Brother, is part of the story I’m submitting to Rooster & Pig Publishing for their Thanksgiving Anthology and well, by the picture you know what’s about to happen (thought it won’t necessarily happen in this installment)…

It all started when my girlfriend, Tricia Trainers, invited me to her parents’ place for Thanksgiving dinner. Tricia knew that the holidays were going to be a little tough for me, both of my parents having died in a plane crash just the year before, and that’s why she extended the invitation. It wasn’t because we were to that point yet. We weren’t. Tricia and I had only been dating for about six months when she asked me to come. Wait, no, that’s a lie. She didn’t ask me, she told me that I was coming home with her for Thanksgiving. I’m a smart man, my IQ of 182 pretty much guarantees that I can comprehend all conversation, so I was smart enough to know not to argue with her. So I’d nodded my head and asked her what I should pack and when I should be ready. Her brilliant smile let me know that I’d made the right decision.

I guess I should probably introduce myself huh? My name is Ashley Michael Pople. Most people call me Ash, though there are a few people who call me AP, but that could be from my initials or my intelligence. Tricia is the only one who calls me Mike. Or she used to be the only one who calls me Mike. That is until I met Kirkwood Trainers, Tricia’s older brother. Tricia stood at 5’7″ tall, just an inch shorter than my own 5’8″, but Kirkwood was about 6’4″ and when I first met him I felt like my head was going to cause my entire body to topple backwards what with how far I had to tilt my head back to see his face. Where Tricia had blonde hair and green eyes, Kirkwood was the All-American playboy with blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, a tattoo of triangle over his left pectoral and all long limbs, tanned skin, and bulging muscles. For the first time in my life I actually felt myself getting turned on. Like really turned on. Without any provocation at all.

Tricia usually had to stroke my softened cock, kiss me, talk dirty to me to even get me hard and then she had to do all the work because I couldn’t maintain an erection with her. Don’t give me that look, I’d realized that I was either not attracted to Tricia or not attracted to girls. I’m a genius, remember? The thing is, I’m a genius. I know that being gay in America is asking for trouble. With all of our tolerance there are still pockets of the country where being gay was just asking for trouble. Being a 5’8″, Italian, pretty, genius I was already asking for bullies and trouble, being gay would just add fuel to the fire. And I so didn’t want that. So I hid the fact that I only found Tricia moderately attractive and did all I could to have sex with her because I really liked her.

I just didn’t want to have sex with her.

But thirty seconds after being introduced to Kirkwood and I had to stop myself from trying to climb the older boy and beg him to fuck me. And not just fuck me, but fuck me hard enough that I can walk the next day. I felt like a slut. I felt unfaithful. I felt disloyal.

I felt alive for the first time in all of my 19 years.

“So Ashley, tell me what you’re majoring in,” Kirkwood asked me at dinner that evening. Thanksgiving was the next day and I jumped slightly at the attention he was giving to me.

“Um…” I hedged. My brain had shut down on me, which was a first. I’d never been without comprehensive use of all of my mental faculties. Not since I said my first word, so why in the world was I suddenly feeling… stupid?

“Ash is studying biology right now. He wants to be a doctor. Right Ash?” Tricia spoke up for me and I smiled at her gratefully. How wrong is it that my girlfriend is having to speak for me because I’m too busy lusting over her brother to speak properly? I think that my best friend Rose would accurately call me a man-whore in this moment.

“Yes, you are right Tricia,” I turned my smile towards Kirkwood and heard him gasp softly. “I’m studying biology because I would like to be a doctor, preferably a surgeon, as my chosen life goal.” I wanted to pat myself on the back for saying all of that without sounding stupid and I grinned widely at Kirkwood, noticing the older boy squirming in his seat.

“Sounds boring,” he said and I felt myself flush with heat. Which was weird because I didn’t blush. Ever. It was hard to fluster a genius, difficult to shock them speechless, but Kirkwood had. With little effort it seemed.

“Kirkwood!” Mrs. Trainers squeaked out in embarrassment, her eyes wide as she looked at me.

“Mother!” Kirkwood stated mockingly. “I’m being honest. Studying biology is boring. Doctors are boring. Surgeons are even worse. They’re the emotionless shells of cold-hearted doctors. It’s the truth and I think Ashley should choose something else. Something that requires him to use more than just his humongous brain and requires that he actually live.”

Kirkwood’s speech was moving. It was powerful and it touched me. The fact that this gorgeous, older boy, who was really a man at 29, who had only just met me, was so concerned about my future was flattering and hot as hell. It made me want to climb over the table and sit in his lap. Maybe lay down on the table and beg him to fuck me? What if we used butter for lube? I wonder if that would work.

I blinked when I realized that everyone at the table was staring at me. Shit. What had I missed?

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that. My mind was wandering,” I admitted, seeing no point in lying.

“I asked if you could please forgive my son for his rudeness and disrespect of your choices,” Mr. Trainer said and I smiled over at him.

“It is not rude or disrespectful to state an opinion. It is rude and disrespectful when you state your opinion as fact. So yes, I will forgive Kirkwood for his statement,” I stated diplomatically before giving Kirkwood a bright smile. I didn’t know what it was but there was definitely something about Kirkwood that made me want to smile all the time. Even when the other man was being a jackass.

That night after everyone had gone to bed I was laying on the couch in the den, the purple and gray duvet given to me from Mrs. Trainers thrown across my body. I had set my alarm for six o’clock in the morning so that I could put on my pants and shirt before the family all got up, but it was two o’clock in the morning now and I was still awake. My mind wouldn’t slow down and where I was usually up thinking about logarithms, cell structures and DNA structures, this time my mind was cataloging and re-cataloging all of the sexy features of Kirkwood. This was why I was so shocked to see the very object of my musings standing at the foot of the couch smiling softly at me.

“Hey Ashley. Can I talk to you for a minute?” Kirkwood asked and I nodded. I sat up and pulled the covers over my lap, hoping to cover up the bulge that pressed itself against the front of my boxers.

“Sure. What’s up?” I asked him, smiling hesitantly at his face.

“I just wanted to apologize for what I said to you at dinner tonight,” Kirkwood said, turning to face me fully on the couch.

“There was really no need to. It was your opinion and you’re not the first one to give me that opinion,” I admitted with a chuckle, thinking about my academic adviser who told me that I took life way too seriously and wouldn’t I like a more fun major?

“Yeah, I know what you said. I’m just not sure that you meant it,” Kirkwood admitted and I nodded my head. He didn’t know that I was always brutally honest and that I would never blow smoke up someone’s ass. It just wasn’t in me to be like that.

“I meant it,” I reassured him.

When he smiled at me an image of the two of us, naked, with Kirkwood’s cock buried up my ass, flashed across my mind and I gasped slightly. The image was so real, the passion, lust and hunger so potent that I shivered, my balls drawing up tight to my body, preparing to shoot a load of my cum inside of my boxers. What the hell? I hadn’t had one of those in forever. The last time I’d had one of those real-time, foretelling images was the night that my parents had died. I’d thought they were over. I’d prayed they were over but now, here with Kirkwood, they were suddenly coming back? Why?

I looked over at Kirkwood and saw a light blue mist surrounding him. My parents had told me about the blue mist. What had they said? Something about the blue mist being my… anchor. My soul’s tether. My… soulmate.

Holy shit. I’m in trouble.

So, okay, I’m not like Carol Lynne or Gabrielle Evans or Brenda Jackson, I’m definitely not Ethan Day or Damon Suede, I’m me, Vicktor Alexander. I’m an author, yes, this is true. I’ve got four books out and I love what I do (you know when I can write), I love making covers and I love writing stories about men falling in love and have lots of sticky, steamy, hot, mansex. It’s fun. It makes me happy and I love the fact that I get to share it with others.

I don’t like the backlash that I’ve gotten, however.

On an almost daily basis I get emails, comments on my blogs that are hateful, hurtful, spiteful, threatening and it puts me into a bad headspace.

I know what you’re thinking, “Vic, you don’t have to make a Yahoo group, just block them.”

I’ve done this. But it’s very easy to create a new email address and since I don’t want to miss emails from actual readers, I continue to check my Vicktor Alexander account and read the emails there. It’s a definite cache-22. At least I thought it was.

One of my sisters, Cherie Noel, suggested that I start a Yahoo group and direct the readers there. That way they could still ask their questions, talk to me about the books that I’ve already written and are writing, but I’ll be protected because the group will be moderated and open, so the ones who hide behind anonymity in an email won’t be able to do so in a group because there will be others around. I thought it was brilliant, but I hesitated.

I’d thought of starting a Yahoo group right after A Very Tate Christmas came out, but I had someone tell me that I didn’t have enough books out and I wasn’t popular enough (yet) to have a group. I didn’t make one then but I knew that someday I would have a Yahoo group. Not just because I wanted one, but because I could see how popular the Tate Pack was and I knew that at some point I would need to have a group where Team Tommy could meet up with Team Michael and Team Maurice could meet up with Team Alex and Team Richard could oversee it all. I was aware that this was inevitable, but I held off on it.

I’ve decided not to hold off on it anymore. For the safety of my mind and characters, for the readers, I have a Vicktor Alexander Yahoo group.

The best thing about my name is that when I typed in Vicktor Alexander, there were no copies out there, which just makes me happy.

Anyway, I have a Yahoo group and it’s for those who want to talk with me. I’m closing down my email addresses, except my Yahoo one, and everyone will be redirected to the group. It’s what’s best for Vicktor Alexander.

So I encourage you to come by, join the group, look around and settle in. I do think we’re going to have a fabulously good time.

Here’s the link for the group:  Vicktor Alexander Yahoo Group

-Vicktor Alexander

Hey guys! It’s Tommy. Vic is off somewhere doing…something. He was doing someone…well a few someones, but then he realized that he needed to be writing and he went off to do that. He left quite a few men upset and wanting, but he’s got to get to writing. He’s got a number of books to write and I for one am tired of reminding him.

So while Vic goes off to be brilliant and fabulous (though he would never use those words to describe himself), I decided to have lunch with some of the characters from his WIPs. It was a little tricky to work it all out because some of them are from other planets and other eras, but we finally pulled it all off and the six of us: Me (Tate Pack), Elian (The Marriage Groups), Mickey (The Wilgrin Chronicles), Samuei (The Passion of Africa), Talon (Passion’s Hero), and Roman (Damien & Roman) went off to have lunch together.

When I showed up to the restaurant, looking fabulous in a pair of black Dolce heels with a red heel, with a short pinstripe black skirt, a red silk shirt, low-cut, underneath a back, pinstripe jacket, I was amazed to see that I was the first one there. Of course that was not acceptable. I must make an entrance at all times, so I left and went across the street to Starbucks and waited for the other men to arrive. I’m glad that I did. Vicktor’s characters are hot and all of them are varying colors, walks of life and personalities. I wasn’t the only man in the coffee shop amazed at what I saw.

We were meeting at Spot Coffee for lunch. A place where Vic often goes and gets tons of inspiration from the hordes of gorgeous twinks that walk by. I watched as Roman walked in first. I’d been given photos of each of the men so that I knew what to look for and I wanted to smack Vicktor because the pictures did not do these men justice at all.

Roman is tall. His skin looks like melted chocolate, poured over broad shoulders, thick arms, a bubble butt and long, muscled legs. His lips are full, his eyes are slanted and I was knocked breathless by the light, hazel brown color of them. His black hair is closely cropped to his head and he wears a diamond earring in his left ear. I could see the beautiful silver wedding band on his left hand and it reminded me of my mate Ton. I might have stopped lusting after Roman right then, but he turned fully towards me and I saw it…Roman is strong. He has to be, because he’s carrying around a fucking log between his legs! I knew that I’d be questioning him, because Roman was born Rachelle, but looking at him, I realized what Michael and Vic and so many others have been trying to say. Roman is a man. All man. The fact that he was born Rachelle is irrelevant.

I was about to text Michael and apologize for any offensive statements that I may have made when Mickey showed up. Mickey is just…pretty. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, he’s small and delicate. Almost like a China doll. Mickey showed up wearing black trousers, a white shirt with lace around the color, a green jacket over a black vest. He had on black boots, and there was even lace at the cuffs of his shirt. I remembered then that Vicktor told me that while Mickey was from another planet, that the people on his planet still dressed as if they were in the Regency period, though much of their technology and transportation was a mishmosh of different human eras. When Mickey turned, my eyes widened. How could I have forgotten that Mickey was pregnant?! Man! I have got to stop reading emails from Vic while Ton is giving me a blowjob. Certain things just don’t stick. Mickey shook Roman’s hand before stepping back quickly. I didn’t understand why until I saw the gorgeous black haired man that was leaning against the limo. Dear gods in Heaven! The man was beautiful! He was also staring at Mickey as if he were the most precious thing in the world. That had to be Mickey’s Duke, Edward. I made myself a note to text Vic and tell him to hurry up and finish Mickey and Edward’s story because I want to know what happens with them.

Roman and Mickey walk into Spot when I see Elian and Talon walk up together. The two of them are chattering on and I have to sigh at how…gorgeous the two of them look together. Talon is taller than Elian, slender, with long sun streaked hair. He looks like royalty and I remember that he’s mated to the Alpha King, which makes him a royal. I look down at my clothes and wonder if I’m going to be forced to curtsy in this short skirt, when I notice that Talon is followed by his HUGE mate, Blaze and two other guards. I’d heard that Talon had been experiencing some problems and I was very glad that Blaze had followed behind the other man.

Elian is a totally different story. While royal as well, he was married to three different men. Elian was short with dark brown skin, long black hair that fell to his waist, and he looked so beautiful, his features so delicate, that he almost looked like a woman. His smile was contagious, however, and when he laughed I found myself laughing as well. His husbands trailed behind him, three broad-shouldered men. One was blond and looked as if the sun was shining behind him, one had brown hair and joy seemed to infuse his entire being, while yet another one, with black hair and a scar on his face seemed to scream DANGER! Only when he was looking at someone other than Elian. I watched in rapt fascination as Elian’s third husband pulled the smaller man to him and kissed him gently. Elian lifted his hands and cradled the other man’s face before kissing him again. Elian turned and kissed all of his husbands and walked into Spot, right past Talon who was making out with Blaze on the sidewalk.

Holy shit! Talon and Blaze were going to get arrested for public indecency if they kept that up! I stood up to leave when the sight of Samuei walking down the sidewalk caused me to stumble.

Samuei is the adopted son of an African princess, Volina, and her husband, The Duke of Wiltshire, Randall Carlisle. Tall, slender, his black hair falling in tight curls to his shoulders, he wore a green jacket, tan breeches a white shirt with a white cravat, black boots on his feet and he carried a marble tipped cane in his hand. He should have stuck out on the sidewalk in downtown Buffalo, instead he just looked elegant and he also looked perfectly matched with the tall, broad shouldered blond haired man who walked beside him, holding his hand. I knew very little about the future Duke, Vic’s file on him is Classified and sealed shut, to where even I, his muse, have no access to it. Perhaps it is because Samuei is the son of a princess and a duke. Or even more apt, perhaps it is because of the fact that Samuei’s love story is illegal and dangerous. Whatever the reason, I find myself extremely intrigued by the beautiful man.

I stand up and make my way out of Starbucks, intending to make my entrance when I hear a voice behind me.

“Thanks for inviting, or should I say, not inviting me to lunch Tommy.”

I am shocked at who sits there and know that my lunch with the other guys is about to get a whole lot more interesting.