Famous, p.18
Famous, page 18
part #3 of The Power of Three Series
A howl erupted from Miles’s lips. “Oh, you didn’t, Curly Sue. And please tell me you still have it.”
“Of course. And his reactions were priceless.”
“I’m assuming most of them began with the f word, in some sort of way, shape, or form.”
Dane grabbed his phone. “So are we going to do this, or talk this fucking game to death?”
My guy was ready, maybe not for all the emojis but for a fuck ton of sex.
“Okay, simple rules, you may not talk at all! I can if it’s warranted. What I text you is what I want you to do to the other person. If it’s me, you’ll know it’s me, if not, you do it for the other man.” I stopped, letting it sink in. “Got it?”
“Got it, Curly Sue.”
But before I sent my first text, I had a whole bag of goodies I grabbed in a duffel bag, placing it zipped up next to me.
My first text was ready. I picked it up to send it.
Me: 👉 🔙 🚪
Dane’s text alerted him, and he shook his head. He understood I wanted his finger in Miles’s ass. Dane never complained, but he loved to top as much as he loved to bottom. But, Miles was a greedy bastard, wanting to top often. So, I was giving Dane his desire.
Opening the duffel bag, I threw him a bottle of lube. “I looked all over the fucking internet to a lube emoji.” Deep laughter fell from them both, and I had another idea.
Me: YOU 🛌 🍑 ☝️
It was Miles’s text alert that went off as Dane attempted to look over his shoulder. But Miles did what I asked, he laid on the bed, his fine ass was up.
“No peeking, Daniel James!” I ordered, and Miles let me command him. I wondered if he’d be up for it since he was the one who needed to be in control.
With Miles in the position I wanted him in, Dane’s finger worked Miles’s ass. A beautiful cry left his mouth with Dane’s finger entering him. Working him back and forth with one hand, Dane started to stroke his own cock.
“Daniel James, I didn’t give you permission to stroke your own member.” Miles chuckled at my authority. “Like me being the boss lady?” Our actor’s pearly whites showed when his face turned to me, and I didn’t know what he was thinking.
With each thrust, I could almost see the desire stretched over his face.
It was time to do more.
Typing out my next text, I snickered.
Me: 💦 🍒
Dane’s text alert sounded again, and I used the same thing Miles did to my husband for him to return on the sexy actor. My husband loved to have attention there, so I reciprocated, telling him to suckle Miles’s balls. And I pulled a vibrator from my bag to show them a little something to turn them on further.
He moved to his ass, sucking and playing with Miles’s balls. “Ah, shit, Curly Sue, maybe I should allow you to be in charge more often.” I gave Miles a sneer, because he was a fucking chatty Cathy.
“So since I’m in charge, shut the fuck up!” I semi-joked.
He saluted me when I had another idea. I needed some attention.
Me: 👅 🌸
Telling him to give my greedy pussy some attention, I scooted my body down toward him, my own legs opened like scissors. With Dane taking care of him, I was going to have the famous actor concentrate on me. This was better than a vibrator.
I wanted to get lost in the pre-coital bliss, but I still had many texts to send. But I lost track as an orgasm hit me. When I had wanted them to charge me, once my orgasm passed, they watched me for more instructions.
Grabbing my phone, I shot the first text off to Dane.
Me: 🍆 ↕️ 🍩 👨
Dane read it and grabbed for lube. “I love you in control. It’s when I can top the naughty actor.” I’m glad he understood I wanted him in Miles. The gleam in his eyes told me he was up for it.
“Yeah,” I replied. “If I was really in charge, you both would really shut the fuck up.”
They snickered at me as I shot instructions to Miles.
Me: 🍌 ↕️ 🥠 👩
I wasn’t sure Miles would understand the fortune cookie. But it didn’t take him long to figure out I wanted his cock inside me. Miles adjusted to his knees, sticking his ass in the air for Dane. “I don’t need lube for you, hell, Curly Sue, you are wet as a geyser about to blow.”
I threw my head back when Dane howled. “Classy, Mr. Famous.”
“Yeah, I aim to please, baby—and right now, I’m about to please.”
It was Tuesday morning before Miles left the house to go back to his place in the city. Apollo came to pick him up and took Dane into work, too. When it had just been Miles and me on Monday by ourselves, I got a glimpse of what our life together could truly be like.
My phone had been ringing off the hook during the girls’ naptime with my hands deep in liquid lip balm. I couldn’t leave it long, or it would settle. Even though I let my phone go to voice mail, the person who needed me was sure insistent.
I was pouring peppermint goodness into the emoji containers I bought since I’d decided to let emojis become part of my signature branding, especially after our night of emoji sex. This time had given me a chance to recap the night together, too. It was just so much fun, and if sex couldn’t be fun, then why do it? Well, there were so many answers, but sex should be fun on top of the fact that it feels so fucking wonderful.
I finished the last container, washing my hands and cleaning up before I grabbed the phone.
I’d had one missed call from both my men. I loved referring to them as mine now. But the culprit of all the missed calls was my hormonal and very sick friend. Scrolling through the many texts, I laughed at all the call me now demands Scarlet Reeves had sent.
Dialing her number, she picked up on the first ring. “Holy shit, were you having sex? That’s the only reason it should have taken you so long to return my calls.”
I giggled at her dramatics. “Hello to you, too, Scar.”
“What in the world? I was glad I wasn’t in labor.” Again, Scar should have been the actor in the bunch plus she was only five months along, so the thought never occurred to me.
“Yeah, me, too, Scar. So why have you been blowing up my phone?”
She cleared her throat. “Nope, not getting off this easy. Were you having sex? Is Miles still there? He’s been with the whole family since Friday night, right?”
She was a nosy little thing. She actually wasn’t little because she was almost as tall as most men. But I thought I should tell her my MIA status was not that glorious. “No, I started doing something for me. I’m making a shit ton of lip balm today. Tomorrow I’m trying my hand at bath bombs.”
“Oh, yeah, sex is much more exciting, but I’ll trial test any of your products.”
“How kind of you,” I retorted. “So, what was up with all the 911 calls this morning?”
She was listening to the Spice Girls in the background, and I started laughing so hard. “What?” she asked.
“Spice Girls, Scar?” I responded.
“Yeah, shut the fuck up. They’re one of my favorite go-to bands.” I loved them, too, but I’d never thought of Scar singing along to “Wannabe.”
She continued, a laugh in her voice, “So, this coming weekend is my birthday, and the guys want to have a little get-together. Elliot and her men aren’t back, but we all are heading to the lake house for the weekend. We want you all to come, and bring Miles, we love him.”
“I’m not sure about Miles, but since we’re officially a thing, I’ll check with him before we make plans.” Her squeal had me almost dropping my phone.
“Holy Shit, Cami!” That was her way of saying congratulations when she continued, “Well, you need to tell Miles he has to come. But the best part, the house at Lake Michigan is so luxurious. And bring the kids, I’ll put the five of you in connecting rooms. You and your men can be by yourselves, but you’ll be close to your munchkins, too. They’ll love the indoor pool, movie room, and game room.”
My mind was dizzy by all the information. “There’s room for all five of us?”
“Yeah, I’m not kidding. The house has eight bedrooms. It’s just your little family and us. Oh, and Kayla is coming, too.”
At the mention of siblings, I responded. “Oh, shit. I can’t. I’ve not seen Sandra all week, and it’s my mom’s birthday. She’s been gone five years, and I can’t leave her alone.”
Scar didn’t miss a beat. “Bring her with you, there’s plenty of room.”
Sandra was not shy and would fit in with everyone. “So, let me chat with both Miles and my sister, and I’ll get back to you.”
Her tone changed. “Okay, but I’d fucking miss you if you didn’t come, so don’t disappoint the hormonal pregnant woman.” I almost coveted Scar’s guilt trip. It showed me how much she wanted us in her group.
“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”
Miles walked in the house, sweat dripping down his face. “Who thought two little girls needed so much for a weekend trip?” He leaned in to kiss me, taking more out of my hands. “Why am I sweating when it’s forty degrees outside?” he asked.
“Not sure, Mr. Famous.” Apollo had dropped him off an hour ago, and we were getting an early start out of the city, timing it right during the girls’ nap times. “Sexy Lawyer Man missed the most exciting part.”
I hated traveling with the girls and only did it if I could figure it out during their naps. Sandra was swinging by Dane’s practice to pick him up after work. “It takes so much effort with these girls.”
“It sure does, Curly Sue.” He took the last bag out to the car as both my daughters and I stood at the glass window, watching him pack it to the brim. All I could do was sigh at Miles. He had come in today, taking over for me, and handled it all in stride.
“Mom-o?” Bridget asked.
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I like Mie-doe.” Her little nickname for Miles squeezed at my heart.
“Yeah, I do, too, sweet girl.”
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Miles
I pulled back the door where all the Gregory girls were watching me. “Everything’s done, Sue. I don’t think we can put one more thing in your minivan.”
“Mie-doe,” Bridget called for me, in Cami’s arms, her little broken wing propped on her mom’s shoulder. It was the first time she hadn’t called me Mista Mies, and although I loved it, I love Mie-doe better.
“Yeah, sweetie.”
She placed her lower lip in a pout. “Give me nicky name.”
I nodded at Bridget when Maggie grabbed my leg. “Me, too, Mie-doe.”
I leaned over, and she hopped into my arms. “Well, I’ve known your mom-o and dad-o a little bit longer. Give me some time to get just the right name for you both.” I tapped Bridget’s nose first, then Maggie’s. “How does this sound?”
“I get own nicky name?” Bridget asked, her eyes capturing me like the man who had the same eyes had done.
“Yeah, of course, you two are special and need special names.”
“Yay!” she screeched.
“Okay, ladies, now that we got nicky names out of the way, let’s go—especially since we have everything and the kitchen sink in the van, and when we get there, we can go swimming.”
“Mom-o?” Bridget asked. “You pack me wing covva?”
It was amazing how I understood this little two-year-old.
“Yes, baby, I got your cast cover up.” Dane and Cami always referred to the cast as her broken wing. In the moment, I knew what Bridget’s nickname would be. I’d wait until I got one for little miss sassy, grabbing at my face.
“Okay, guys, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“Mie-doe, you funny.”
And with Bridget’s profound words, we were ready to hit the road.
I didn’t think I’d driven a minivan before. But as I was keeping my eyes on the road in front of us, my friendly neighborhood bodyguard was trailing me. I’d asked him to take the weekend off, and he’d shrugged.
We weren’t thirty minutes down the road when both girls began to ask, “Mie-do, we thar yet?” It was Maggie’s sweet voice.
Cami leaned in where I could only hear her, “And you wonder why we travel during nap times?”
Peeking into the rearview mirror, I watched Maggie and Bridget fighting sleep when they finally gave into it.
With the girls asleep, it was time to tackle the issue of Apollo following us. I began, “Siri, call Jackass Bodyguard.”
Cami laughed, and a question was coming. “What has Apollo done to you?”
I had him programmed under this name because if I ever needed to call him, he normally had pissed me off.
I gave her my index finger to tell her just a second, and he answered right away.
“Yo, Miles, what’s up?”
“Care to tell me why you’re following me?” Cami turned her head around in the passenger seat, looking for him.
“Yeah, sure, are you on speaker?” he asked, but his mouth was so loud, she would have heard everything Apollo was saying.
I turned the volume down. “Go ahead.”
“You have two tails, and Bella’s up in arms. She needs to come up with some sort of press release concerning your new main squeezes.”
“Take care of the first thing, and I will take care of the second. Call me if anything on your end changes.”
I didn’t always have to be kept up to date with all the security measures Apollo took. He wasn’t happy I was going alone this weekend, but something had to have happened to give up on his time of sex with all the girls hanging around him normally.
“Is there an issue?” Cami asked.
“Paparazzi is all. Apollo thinks he’s needed with me.”
She grabbed her phone, pressing buttons with all her might and placed the phone back in her purse. “Gotta have a place for the big brute to sleep,” she casually said. “There’s some sort of guest place he can stay,” she continued, grabbing my hand. “Hey, I have a question for you,” she asked.
“Sure, shoot, Curly Sue. Nothing’s off-limits.”
“Your parents—are you sure there’s not a way of reconciliation?”
“NOPE.” I bit it out a little harsher than I’d meant to. She pulled her arm away. “Oh, fuck, Cam, this weekend of all weekends to answer this question in my asshole kind of way. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Dane had told me the hardest part of Cami’s life was losing her mother. She was a single mom, giving everything to Cam and her sister, Sandra.
“No, I get it. It just pisses me off that your parents are such assholes. Then there’s my mom who would have given anything to meet her grandchildren. And she was always so supportive. I won’t lie, it was hard at first for her to come to grips with my need for two men, but she was so sympathetic, regardless of her own preconceived ideas of what she wanted for me. And hell, she would have loved the hell out of my kids. And Maggie, she’s named after my mom and Sandra. Margaret after my mom, and Ann after Cassandra Ann.”
I paused in my remembrance of seeing a picture on the wall at her college graduation with a redhead, I assumed was Sandra and an older version of Cami between the two graduates. Cam looked just like her mom.
“What about you? Could you ever forgive Jack for walking out on you?” I asked.
She didn’t have to think. “I forgave him a while ago. I don’t have to see him to forgive him, and honestly, the forgiveness was not for him, it was for me, in order to move on.”
Well, shit, she was more mature than I was. I still hadn’t forgiven Shawn and Lance, nor would I ever forgive my parents. Not sure forgiveness was in the cards for anyone who had hurt me so deep.
Pulling up to the huge house, there wasn’t much that wowed me. Living like I had for years, it was par for the course, but this house was magnificent in its own right. It had to have been over ten thousand square feet. We were out of the car, Apollo behind me when Scar came running out, screeching as she often did. “Ah—look at you both, so fucking cute.”
“Mom-o, Scaut say bad words.” Cami pulled Bridget from the car when her scowl reached Scar’s face.
“I know, little sugar.” Her face squared on Scarlet’s again.
“Oh, sorry little ears, I’ll get better, I swear.” Maggie started running to the redhead when she almost tackled her. When Levi came out to rescue his pregnant woman, Maggie jumped to him as he catapulted her in the air, and watching him bond with the girls caused the same pangs of sadness and jealousy. Shit, not only had I become predatorial over Dane and Cam, but I’d become the same with their kids.
Apollo had most of the shit that had taken me ten trips to load, in his large hands. At most, it would take him two trips. A thought occurred to me when I was in the back of the van. “Hey, asshole, if you saw someone tailing me, why didn’t you help me load up?”
He smiled, and I understood how he watched me. “Yo, Hollywood, let me help you with all of your s-h-i-t.” Maggie was hoisted on his hip, and he grabbed for a couple of suitcases. “Hell, how much stuff do two little girls need?” Levi asked.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly, Mr. Fireman,” I countered.
In the house, we turned to the left of the foyer while Levi showed us to our room. “The owners of this house are our good friends Daimen, Arden, and Elliot. They have everything you could ever want here. Several effing rooms connect to one another for when babies come.”
The double doors leading to our room was huge, light gray walls, a bed bigger than a king-sized bed, and a little sitting room that opened onto a private deck. Through the room was another bedroom with two small twin-size beds. “The guys are so freaked out that the kids will escape to the beach. This way, they’ll have to come through you to get out.” He set Maggie down, and she went running into her room, with a hell of a lot of toys I’d venture to guess were new.
“Levvveee, love all thee toys.” Levi followed the excited girl into their bedroom, sitting down, picking up dolls and plastic food from the little play kitchen. Jordan joined us with the rest of the suitcases, following the sound of Levi, when he sat down too, both of them playing dolls with Maggie.
